Page 18 of Her Wicked Knights
"You think you're so fucking cute, huh?" Mark growls.
I roll my eyes. It’s his senior year, and he thinks he stands a chance to be scouted. He’s not nearly as good as he thinks he is, and I can guarantee no one is in the audience tonight to scout him out for college. Besides the fact I have another year of football, I only do this because it feels good to lay it all out on the field… all the things that would eat me alive if it weren’t for the game.
I’m not going to stick around to hear coach's bullshit, so I push past him as he comes into the locker room. He reaches out like he means to stop me, but I dodge out of his grip, and the look I fix him with must tell him not to fucking bother with me because he lets his arm drop and turns to the rest of the guys.
Hiking my bag over my shoulder, I set my head down, prepared to ignore anyone and everyone just the same way. I am not in the fucking mood to deal with any of them... none less than the heinous bitch that is my own mother. But then someone steps in front of me, deliberately, and I stop just short of running her over.
Okay, my motherisn'tthe last person I wanted to see, after all. Audrey wins in a competition between the two of them.
I don't even know why I dislike her as much as I do, but something about her mere existence irritates me.
"You did so good tonight." She says, planting a hand on my chest like she thinks it will do something for me. It won't. Whatever the fuck she's selling, I'm not interested. "We should celebrate."
There's a party tonight, which I won't be attending. It's homecoming weekend. The dance is tomorrow, and afterwards, Audrey thinks we're all going to drive an hour away just to go get drunk and pass out at her aunt's house on the vineyard. As if I can't drink and pass out here.
As long as I act like I'm not a piece of shit in public, my mother's fine with me doing whatever I want. If she knew I'd been stalking Marley, she'd simply tell me“That’s great but wait until you hear what I did today!”.
"Not interested." I roll my eyes, moving to go around her.
Audrey steps with me, barring my path as her lashes begin to flutter like she's got something in them. She's still dressed in her cheerleading uniform, the S on her tits branding her like the slut I'm pretty sure she is.
"Come on." She laughs, tipping her head so that her ponytail slips over her shoulder. "Party with me tonight... with or without everyone else."
It's clear she's propositioning me, but I'm not sure what I did to give her the idea that I was interested in her in any way, much less physically. She's notbadlooking, but she's not what I want. She looks fake, even at sixteen— overdrawn lips, overstuffed bra, and overdone attempts at drawing my attention. It all feels desperate.
"Not interested."
"Tomorrow then? Go to homecoming with me?"
"I'm going with Tripp and Rev." I tell her, waiting to see if she turns that into a gay joke.
But Audrey doesn't dare, knowing that it'll backfire if she tries it. Rev likes anyone that's red-blooded and capable of making him feel good, and I don't give a fuck who he sleeps with as long as I don't have to see it. I'm not interested in watching other people fuck... it's sweaty and desperate. It's why porn has never done anything for me... I'm not interested in watching the librarian pay her debt to the pizza boy with pussy when I could simply close my eyes and imagine somethingmuchbetter.
"But we would have so much more fun." She shrugs, reaching up to tousle my hair like she thinks touching me is going to change anything.
Spoiler alert? It won't.
"I prefer brunettes." I tell her, brushing past with no uncertainty in my voice, no chance of giving her a tiny ray of hope to latch onto. If she hasn’t quit now, she must like the rejection.
"I know you do." She calls after me. "I know who you're stalking."
"Good for you." I throw a dismissive hand in the air.
The field has cleared out drastically as fans head to the parking lot, talking about their plans to get drunk tonight. Plans which I absolutely intend to follow through on... just not with Audrey Graves.
But she doesn't fucking quit. I can hear her footsteps on the asphalt behind me. "I saw you... touch her."
That gives me pause, and for a moment, I consider ignoring her. Instead, I turn back to face her slowly, waiting to see how she reacts. Her face is smug, red lips tipped in a smirk.
"You broke into her house, Colton."
"I've done it several times." I shrug. It's probably not the best thing to confess, but what's she going to do, tell the sheriff? He'll never believe that I've been breaking into his own home.
"Do you always finger her when you do it?" She laughs. "What are you, like, a rapist?"
"Fuck, Graves. Of course not."
"Shame." She tips her head, drawing her lip between her teeth. "I could do with a good, hard fuck."
