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The fact Dad cheated was a shock to everyone, but Mom forgiving him was jaw-dropping.

“You’re not your dad, Trav,” James says. “If you do want an old lady at some point in life, you won’t do what he did….”

I nod but don’t answer him back.

It doesn’t matter what he says. In my mind, becoming a brother brings out an ego in you, like you’re invincible, that hurting the one you claim is perfectly fine. I don’t want it going to my head as it has with every other brother, but a part of me, a big part,knows it will because of how they make you feel when you patch in.

“Hey Travvy,” a whiny voice whispers to my left, and I roll my eyes as James and Colt cough to hide their laughter. I narrow my eyes at them before looking at Harley, a cheerleader a year below me that I mistakenly fucked two months ago behind the bleachers.

I was horny and she was there and, fuck me, have I regretted it since.

She gives a sultry smile before biting her lip and twisting her ginger hair on her finger, her green eyes looking up and down my body, and instantly, I feel fucking dirty.

Why did I have to go there?

“You, uh, want to skip first period and come to the bleachers with me?” she asks, and I curl my lip at the thought despite my cock perking up at the invitation.

Shaking my head, I open my mouth to decline, but Colt opens his and asks, “Who the hell is that?”

I frown and look at him to see his head turned to the entrance. I look and suck in a breath at the beauty walking our way.

Fuck me….

I faintly hear Harley sneer, “What’s with the hoodie?” but I ignore her as I take the new girl in. Her head is down, and she’s hugging her books to her chest. Despite her wearing a hoodie, it doesn’t hide her beauty.

White-blonde hair cascades around her shoulders, slightly curled, and she’s wearing baggy jeans, but a sliver of skin shows where her hoodie stops.

“Trav?” Colt questions, but I don’t answer him as I quickly push off the lockers, stepping in the way of the new girl before she walks past me.

I hear Harley’s, “What the fuck,” but that isn’t what gets my attention; instead, it’s the girl's gasp as she halts just shy of bumping into me, and her head shoots up in shock, her ice-blue eyes wide.

Holy shit….

Our eyes connect, my whole body buzzes, and I know that this girl is supposed to be mine. I feel it deep in my bones that she’s my forever. The electricity between us is strong and sizzling through me hard, and the need to grab her is so strong that I have to fist my hands.

I swallow hard, focusing only on this beautiful creature, and rasp, “Hi there…. I’m Travis.”

I wince. For fuck’s sake I did not just say “hi there.”

She blinks, her cheeks rosy, making me want to smirk, but I hold it in. Just as she opens her mouth to allow me to hear her voice, she quickly shuts it as a body slides up against mine, and I tense.

“Hi, I’m Harley. Don’t you know hoodies are so out,” she sneers.

The girl blinks again as we make eye contact before she slides her gaze to the bitch beside me, and before I can push Harley away, the beauty puts her head back down and walks around us.

Mother….

I growl with frustration as I shove Harley away, making her stumble and gasp.

You fuck a girl once,fucking once, and she thinks she owns me, and it’s not like she hasn’t fucked three of the football players since I fucked her in the same place.

Colt and James flank me, but I ignore them and point at Harley, “Next time you try and fucking claim me, I’ll ensure the whole school gets the videos of you screwing two of the professors while one of their wives eats you out!”

Her eyes widen in shock, and I storm away before she can protest. My eyes scan the nearly empty hallway, and I growl again, not seeing the girl anywhere.

“We’ll find her at lunch,” Colt promises, already knowing who I’m trying to find, and I grunt, hoping he’s fucking right, because I’m pretty sure I just met my future wife.

I’ve never wanted to claim someone before, never getting that connection with another person, and I know Colt and James sensed it instantly.

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