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“Listen up. I’m sure you heard about your captain being suspended, and in the meantime, I will not be replacing him.”

“What the hell, Coach? We need a captain!” Emery calls out.

“Why? Hoping it was gonna go to you?” Ash mocks him.

Bran smacks his clipboard against Emery’s head. “That’s enough. We don’t need a captain in swim practice. Do you need help with swimming laps? Because a captain ain’t gonna help with that son.” He blows his whistle, signaling he’s done with this bullshit talk.

As I approach the diving board, Liam walks next to me.

“So, are you coming to my party this weekend?”

“Why? Is it going to be that lame you need me to be there to spice it up?” I roll my shoulders, loosening them up.

“It’s not always about your ego, Atticus.”

Istep on the diving board, tilting my head in his direction. “It’s not my ego you have to worry about, Liam. It’s what lies behind that.”

I should’ve tormented him until he couldn’t take it anymore—played with his head. That would’ve been the ultimate way to go. Now I need to be more of a little dramatic bitch about it, not how I like to work. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And this needs to get done pronto.

“Whatever, man.” He storms away like a little bitch.

I should just drown him.

This week is dragging, and it doesn’t help when every class is giving exams. The amount of stress I’m under will make me explode soon. It doesn’t help that Jinx has officially gone silent again. That’s how I know she’s hiding something. Most likely, it was a text from her stalker. Now I’m gonna have to work it out of her. I’ll enjoy it, but she most definitely won’t. I meet Ash outside of Psych class, where he’s practically mauling Jinx.

“Break it up, kids. No one wants to see that shit.”

Ash glares at me, but he’ll thank me later, and if his hand had moved her skirt up any higher, I would bebeating a shit ton of guys up for looking. Jinx walks away into the class leaving us behind.

“She isn’t talking much. She’ll change the subject if you ask her anything. Try to figure it out. It’s driving me insane.” He turned and walked away, leaving me to do what needs to be done.

I move quickly, grabbing her by the arm. “We’re sitting in the back row today, little grim. I need to help you escape that shell you’re stuck in.”

She doesn’t say anything as we take our seats. I make her go in first so no one can see what I’m about to do. I lean over, moving her hair away from her neck, stroking a finger along her thumping pulse.

“Jinx, just because you don’t talk to me doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention to you. This has nothing to do with your conversation with your dad.”

When she doesn’t answer, I slowly slide my hand up her thigh, tugging on the hem of her skirt. “I have ways of making you talk. Keep looking forward and don’t make a sound.”

I stare forward and slide my hand under her skirt. Feeling the outline of her underwear, I slowly move it to the side. She can be silent, but she can never hide how turned on she is. Her hands grip the small table when I swipe her clit, but she never makes a sound.

“That’s my girl.” I slide a finger inside her wet entrance. She spreads her thighs wider, flexing her hips. But I’mnot playing those games. If she doesn’t talk, she doesn’t come. With long, slow strokes, I take my time.

“Atticus, please.”

“Ah, so she does talk. But I told you to keep quiet, didn’t I?” I pull my finger out. “Open, clean it off.”

She opens her mouth slightly, and I push my finger in, feeling her wet tongue moving around my finger. The feel of it reminds me of her sucking my dick. I bite back the groan when she sucks hard.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Jinx.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” A defiant look comes into her eyes.

I grab our bags and drag her out of the row of seats. She tries to jerk her hand from my hold, but there’s no way I’m letting her go. Jinx should know by now what she’s getting herself into. I don’t stop until I get close to the janitor’s closet.

“Atticus, we can’t do this here.”

“The fuck we can’t, you wanted this, and I’m doing it now. I’m not waiting.” I pull the door open. “Get the fuck in and pull that skirt up.”

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