Page 7 of Forbidden Mischief
That has me stopping. “You’re gay?” I whisper.
“Yes,” she mockingly whispers back. “I like the V, not the D.” She gives me a slow grin. “And you like it the other way around, don’t you, Ashy?”
“How did you know?”
“The way you were eye fucking your brother last night when you didn’t think anyone was looking was a dead giveaway.”
My cheeks heat as I swallow thickly.
“Was I that obvious?”
“Nah.” She laughs. “I saw it, but I don’t think anyone else did. They were too busy getting shit-faced.”
Nodding, we continue. Just as we make it out of the parking lot, I find Zayne sitting on a bench. There’s a girl tucked under his arm, another by his side. He’s laughing while they run their hands over his chest, giggling at whatever he’s saying.
“Down, boy,” Pru says, poking me in the side. “Your jelly is showing.”
“I’m not jealous,” I mutter, looking away. I just met the man, he can do whatever he wants with whomever he wants. Also, he’s my stepbrother, nothing could happen even if I wanted something to.
Pru wraps her arms around mine, placing her head on my arm as we walk into the building. My heart swells with happiness. One thing I miss the most about my pack is touch. Part of me hopes Pru is a touchy-feely kind of girl because I think that’s what I need.
She manages to show me to the office to get my class schedule and each of the rooms the classes will be in before thebell rings. Thankfully, Pru is in the same morning class as me, so she makes sure we sit together, and when I ask for the back corner, she gladly agrees.
Math, English, and Science were interesting. At my old school, we followed more of a human curriculum, but here it’s more tailored toward witches and warlocks. I’m not sure if this is going to affect my ability to do my work, but maybe Pru can help me with things I can’t do due to not having magic.
“One of the best things about this school is the food,” Pru says as we stand in line in the massive cafeteria. I’m almost expecting waiters and waitresses to come out and take our orders with how fancy this place is.
I hum in agreement, my mind elsewhere as I find myself looking around for Zayne.
“He’s not here,” Pru giggles.
My eyes snap over to her. “Who’s not here?” She gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me, and I sigh.
“Where would he be then?” I ask, not caring. Not really, at least.
“Probably on the football field. Coach has them practicing for the first half of lunch before eating. Then again, three days a week after school.”
Football.I knew he played something. “That’s a lot.”
“Tell me about it. But our team is the best,” she shrugs.
“How do you know all this?” She doesn’t seem like someone who would like sports, but then again, I’ve learned quickly not to assume anything about Pru.
“I was dating the head of the school paper last year, and she went to the games to take photos and shit for it. Turns out she just wanted to find more time to see Tony, the football player I found her fucking behind the bleachers.”
“What the hell?” I mutter. “Wow.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want to waste my time with people who don’t value me or mine. She wasn’t meant to be, but I’ll find my forever someday.” She gives me a beaming smile, not looking the least bit upset about it.
I smile back and we grab some food. “Come on, wolfy.”
“Where are we going?” I ask her as I follow her out of the café and down the hall.
“Going to watch,” is all she says before taking me out of a side door. That’s when I hear the shouts and the sounds of a whistle. Pru leads me to the football field and over to the bleachers. “There’s your boy toy,” she teases, nodding her head toward the field before taking a bite of her turkey sandwich.
“He’s not my boy toy,” I growl lightly. “He’s not my anything.”
“Yet!” she sings around the mouthful of food.
