Page 278 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

Marcus was right.

She’s desperate for money.

“That’s a lot of dough,” Indi says, her voice light. “You buying a new car or something?”

My jaw bunches. I put both hands back on the steering wheel and keep heading for Lavish Prep.

“When did you last speak to her?”

“Addy?” Indi shrugs. “Yesterday afternoon.”

“She say anything about me?”

Indi pauses for the longest time. “She always says stuff about you.”

I grind my teeth. “Anything specific?”

Indi shakes her head. “No.”

She’s lying, but I’m not surprised. She’s always been on Addison’s side. Maybe she even knows about the messages.

Was that what this was? Was she trying to find out if I was going to bend over so Addison can fuck me up the ass? She was reluctant to go to Addy’s house, but it could have been part of the act. She probably already knew Addison wasn’t there, or wouldn’t answer.

Are theybothsetting me up?

I should pull over and kick her out of my fucking car. She can walk back to Lavish, and get extra detention days tacked onto her sentence.

Or…

I reach across and lay my hand on her leg. She twitches, but doesn’t move her leg away.

No girl in their right mind would let me touch them. Not unless they had some kind of ulterior motive. My mind scrambles, the weed helping fuck all. But by the time we pull into Lavish Prep’s parking lot, something akin to a plan is swilling around in my head.

“This was fun,” I say as I pull into my parking spot.

“Yeah,” Indi says, not skipping a beat. She turns to me, her face blank before she smiles at me. She moves forward a quarter of an inch, and her lips part.

I could call her out on this ruse of hers, let her know I have her all figured out. Or I can play along, and toy with her until I’m done.

Leaning in, I stop just close enough that my breath whispers over her mouth. “Addison’s gonna be pissed off if she sees us together.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

She’s a good actress, my little virgin. I almost want to believe her. I touch my lips to hers.

One tender kiss, so soft my lips are left tingling sulkily when I draw back.

Indi’s eyes flutter open, her pupils narrowing like she’s coming down from E. She licks her lips and hurriedly sits back in her seat.

“But—” Indi pauses, clears her throat, “we should probably not let her find out. You know. Manners and shit.”

Yeah, manners and shit.

I smirk at her and tip an invisible hat. “See you around, my little virgin.”

Indi’s already pink cheeks darken, and she drops her gaze. Her mouth opens, but she slides out of my car without saying another word.

My eyes drop to my phone. I unlock it and stare at Addison’s message.

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