Page 83 of Never Have I Ever
I shake my head. “My parents are.” They might have paid for my tuition, but I’m in no way rich.
“Then why are you a drug dealer?” she asks.
“I’m not.” I hate that she still thinks that. “You just assumed it.”
“I saw you,” she says, not believing me.
I feel my jaw tighten. I would never even touch drugs, not after what happened, never mind sell them to other people. “I wasn’t sellingdrugs.”
“Then what were you selling?”
I run my hand through my hair, sighing. “Assignments.”
Her brows furrow even more. “What?”
I nod. “Homework, assignments, whatever people need me to do.” Most of them are athletes with shitty grades who need good enough grades so they can keep playing, which is how I make my money. What I didn’t expect was that the rumor would be that I sold drugs instead.
Word got around freshman year that a kid came from a trailer park with an addict for a mother. I took the heat for Aiden, hoping the rumors would die down. Instead, with the help of Ben Reed, word got around fast that it was me. I didn’t expect it to turn into this, though.
I lost count of how many people have come up to me asking for drugs. And, of course, it reached the dean, who then called my parents, who now think I’m hooked on drugs. Aiden was right, I should have shut down the rumors, but I couldn’t do that to him.
“What?” Rosie asks, shocked.
I shrug. “Turns out I’m not as dumb as everyone thinks.”
The scowl on her face smoothes out and is replaced by a frown. “I don’t think you’re dumb. I just… I thought you were a drug dealer. It’s what everyone thinks,” she says, taking a step closer to me.
“I don’t care what everyone else thinks. I just didn’t want you thinking that.” I want her to know me. She’s the only one who I’ve wanted to share myself with.
“Well, I don’t anymore.”
I nod, my shoulders relaxing. “That’s good. I like having you know me.”
“I like knowing you,” she says, taking another step towards me.
I glance up at her, smiling. “I missed you.”
She breathes out a laugh. “You already said that.”
“I’m saying it again.” I won’t ever stop saying it. I fucking missed her. “Come here,” I tell her.
She takes one more step and then straddles me. I lift the hem of her dress and pull it over her head, revealing her soft skin in nothing but lacy lingerie. Did I mention it’s red? It’s fucking red. I’m the luckiest guy ever.
I groan, tipping my head back. “Angel, you’re killing me here.”
“You like?” she asks, grinning.
I let my hands drift to her hips, feeling the lace underneath my hands. “I love,” I tell her, squeezing her hips.
“I thought you didn’t believe in love,” she retorts with a lift of her eyebrow.
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Ireallylike it.”
“How much?”
“You want me to show you how much I like seeing you in nothing but this lacy thong?”
She nods. I lower my head and find her nipple over the lacy bra and suck it into my mouth over the fabric. She arches her back, letting out a gasp. I bite softly and release her. “Does that answer your question?”
