Page 7 of His Pretty Little Lies
“Ignore him, Bunny.” I'd been thrilled when I saw she had the pen I left for her. When I saw it, I knew it fit her.
Mr. Korn tells everyone to get out their tablets and pull up course one.
"You going to keep calling me that?" she asks, tilting her head, making her braid brush against the back of my hand.Kinsley doesn't have a clue what she does to me with those small acts. How badly my fingers itch to touch her.
"Does it bother you?" Kinsley gives an indecisive shrug of her shoulders.
"I'd guess myself to be more of a giraffe. One just born that wobbles."
"Nah, you're not a giraffe. You're a bunny." Her nose scrunches in a small wiggle, proving my point. I fight the urge to reach down and adjust my dick. She has no idea how adorable and attractive she is at the same time.
“What does that make you?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.There you are, Bunny. Come out and play with me. I’ll lure her in little by little.
“You’re not ready for that yet, Bunny.”
“What the heck is that supposed to mean?” she whispers, I think more to herself than anything. Then she flips her notebook open and scribbles in it before pulling her tablet out.
Mr. Korn goes over a few more items before telling us to start on coursework with our partners.
“I hate to tell you this?—”
“Tell me anything, Bunny.” I could listen to her talk about anything. Well, not anything. There are a few subjects she could touch that might turn me into a murderer.
“Jax.” She snorts a laugh. “When did you get all chatty and—” This time she cuts herself off.
“What?”
“Nothing, never mind.” Kinsley inhales sharply as her cheeks start to pinken.
“Now I have to know.”
“Well, you can’t make me tell you.” When her eyes meet mine, I can see a change take over as she tilts her body to her left, away from me. It’s as though she remembers who I am and that maybe I just could make her after all.
See, Kinsley is a brilliant girl. She doesn’t need her parents to tell her to stay away from me.
Fuck.
“I’d never want to make you do anything you don’t want to, Kinsley,” I tell her. Unless it’s to keep her from getting hurt, but we’ll get there when the time comes. Or if it is something to do with her and another swinging dick. Then I suppose it wouldn't be her that needed to worry ‘cause I’d just simply kill them. Right now, I’ll do and say what I need to so she doesn’t pull away from me. “But?—”
“Oh noes. The but.” She tries to say it playfully, but her acting is shit. I’d know because when I dug into her, when she first arrived at Golden Prep, one of the things I found was a video of her playing Matilda in an elementary school play. Let’s just say she doesn’t have an acting career ahead of her.
“I’m willing to trade. You give, I give.” I make her an offer. One I know her curiosity will have her biting at.
“You want to know that badly?” This time, I shrug to keep her interested. Those warm brown eyes of hers slightly narrow. “All right, I used to be able to use Mrs. Dante’s computer, but now she’s gone.”
"You no longer have a way to get into the teachers' board and such." In there, she can get absences and notes along with people's grades. “What information do you want?” I don’t want to give her too much too soon. I need her coming back for more.
“Alice and Celia.” I know this is an asshole thing to do, but I do it, nonetheless. I cock my head, pretending to forget who they are. Of course, I know who they are. Annoying as fuck is what they are.
“The cheerleaders, the head ones?” A small laugh leaves her, letting me know that playing dumb did work in my favor.
“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s early. Celia with the darkish hair, and Alyssa is the blonde.”
“Oh my God.” Kinsley laughs more. The sound sweet and full of life, just like her. Mr. Korn glances our way, and I hit him with a hard stare that has him putting his attention back onto his computer. Smart. “Celia is the blonde, and it’s Alice, not Alyssa.”
“Right, my bad.”
“They’d die if they knew you not only mixed them up but also forgot who they are.” I’d kill them both right now if it kept her laughing and talking to me. Dad would be pissed but would understand.
