Page 126 of Vicious Games

“You meanweditched Mass.”

“Yes,wedid. Though, to be fair, you did spend most of the time on your knees, so that must count for something.” He winks.

“Shut up.” I laugh, hiding my face in his chest.

“Never,” he whispers in my ear while his fingers brush my hair back. “You pulling me out of the hall like that—in front of everyone, not giving two flying fucks about who saw you—was the most romantic shit ever.”

I roll my eyes and smack his chest. “Just… get dressed before we’re late for class.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, with a smoldering panty-melting look. “We can ditch that too so I can give you a proper thank you for rocking my world this morning.”

I hate how my pussy clenches just at the idea of having Lucky on his knees, head in between my thighs. But I can’t miss class. Missing Mass will already cause Sister Margaretta’s alarm bells to ring. She’s suspicious enough of what Lucky and I have been up to. I can’t run the risk of doing something that will have her pull the plug on Lucky’s tutoring sessions. That’s our time together. It’s sacred to me.

“Raincheck. You can thank me on our date.”

“Baby, that’s too far away,” he all but pouts.

God, he’s cute when he’s like this. I almost expect him to stomp his foot and make a tantrum just so I give in and let him eat me out.

“It’s AP Calculus. I can’t miss that class. You know that.”

“Yeah, I know,” he mumbles, unable to hide his disappointment.

“How about this afternoon? After class?” I ask, trying to cheer him up.

“Can’t. Jude and Mina haven’t left yet, so we don’t have the apartment.”

I don’t ask if that means Remus is still stateside, too, choosing to focus on lifting Lucky’s mood instead.

“That’s okay. There are plenty of quiet spots we can find in the school library later.”

Lucky’s face lights up at the thought, and I barely manage to swallow a laugh. Clearly, he’s already picturing us making out between the stacks and thinking about all the ways he can pull out my moans without getting us caught.

We sneak out of the closet like two kids after pulling off a heist. Still, I have a sneaky suspicion that someone will pay for this later—and that someone will probably be me.

The crowded hallway makes it easy for us to blend with the sea of blue and white uniforms, so I drift toward my locker as if nothing happened. Our hands brush now and then as we walk, the barely-there touches making my heart thump harder than it should. I want to grab his hand more than I care to admit. However, after the little scene I pulled this morning, I don’t need to give the rumor mill any fresh fuel. Especially not the kind that might make its way back to Mother Superior.

When we finally walk into Sister Agnes’s AP class, my stomach drops straight to the floor. Sitting right next to the whiteboard with her arms folded and her eyes sharp and glinting like a hawk is none other than Sister Margaretta herself.

“Take your seats,” Sister Agnes says, looking anxious.

My feet hesitate to move, but I force myself anyway. Lucky strides in, right behind me, unfazed as ever, and sits at the front. I slip toward the back, trying to shrink into myself.

“Good morning, class,” Sister Agnes starts once everyone has taken their seats, her voice overly bright. “We’re going to do a little pop quiz today just to check in on everyone’s understanding of the subjects taught this semester.” Groans erupt around the room while mine’s stuck in my throat.

Why do I get the feeling this pop quiz wasn’t on Sister Agnes’s lesson plan? Why does it reek of Sister Margaretta’s handiwork?

As the paper hits my desk, I scan the questions and realize something’s weird.

Wait a second… I know this. Most of it at least.

Lucky’s tutoring sessions, all my scribbled notes, his half-sarcastic, half-patient explanations… they’re all echoing in my head encouragingly, whispering I got this.

Once Sister Agnes tells us to start, my hand moves on its own, filling in answers, confidence growing with each tick of my pencil. However, I can still feel Sister Margaretta’s eyes on me like lasers, trying to cut through skin and bone to see through all the deceit and omissions I’ve been hiding from her.

“Pencils down,” Sister Agnes announces. “Pass your quizzes to the front, please.”

I hand mine over to the girl before me until it reaches the front of the class. I try not to fidget in my seat as I watch Sister Margaretta reach into the stack and pull one out as if she knew exactly where mine would be.

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