Page 43 of The Sinner (Haven Grace Prep 1)

“Okay, please tell me you two finally fucked,” Carter requests as soon as I walk into school.

I roll my eyes. “Hey. Nice to see you, too.”

“Yeah, yeah, hey. Life’s good. Kids are great.” He waves the topic off dismissively. “We can get together and paint our nails later. Now, you and Savannah?”

The way I see it, there are two ways I could go about this: I could become a legend by being the only guy in this school to bag Savannah Montgomery, or I can deny it and make her think it wasn’t anything more than a meaningless fuck to me. Being as the former could backfire as she sees people praise me for getting with her, I go with the latter.

“Sorry to disappoint. I drove her home, that’s all.”

He groans loudly, turning to bang his head against the wall. “I was really hoping you two screwed the anger out of each other by now.”

“Nope.” I finish grabbing my books and close my locker. “And besides, even if I did, it wouldn’t change anything. I can’t stand that bitch.”

Spinning around to go to class, I’m face to face with Savannah herself. I do my best to remain stoic, but I’d be lying if I said the hurt expression on her face didn’t feel like a punch to the gut. Still, this is exactly what I was afraid of, and exactly what I can’t allow to happen. She’s nothing but a liar—a traitor in the worst degree—and I need to remember that.

THE DAY DRAGS BY so slowly that I start wonder if my concept of time is distorted. It’d be nice if that were the case, something a simple nap or good night’s sleep could fix. Unfortunately, that’s not it, and I know exactly what the problem is, or who, rather.

Every time I

see her, I picture what she looks like underneath that uniform. The sound of her voice reminds me of how she screamed my name as she fell apart. I swear I’ve spent most of the day half hard inside these already uncomfortable dress pants.

If I can’t make it through a few hours without fucking her with my eyes, how am I going to resist her for the rest of senior year? Getting revenge or not, it’s not like we could ever be more than this. More than enemies. I would never allow it.

“Grayson?” Kinsley gets my attention in fourth period. “Are you okay? You look distracted.”

Savannah turns around to look back at us, giving me a sad smile before narrowing her eyes on Kinsley. It’s like they’re in a silent pissing war, and only one is aware of it. Still, it looks like the school slut may not be useless after all. I give her one of my best smiles and take her hand in mine.

“I’m okay, babe. Thanks for checking on me, though.”

She sighs dreamily. “You’re welcome.”

Savannah huffs before shoving earbuds in her ears. Good, she’s irritated.

I THROW THE FOOTBALL down the field, watching Hayden catch it and run it into the end zone. My eyes drift over to the cheerleaders, despite all the times I’ve told myself not to look. Savannah is running them through a new stunt as they all watch her intently. Liam comes behind her, placing his hands on her waist and lifting her up. The sight of him touching her, even in such an innocent setting, has me seeing deep shades of red. Between being manhandled during cheer and her dance with Brady, she does enough to make me think my desire to lock her in my treehouse at eight years old wasn’t such a bad idea.

Every part of me knows I shouldn’t want her, but for fuck’s sake, she’s like a drug. An addiction that I’ve let myself taste and now can’t quit. I think about everything that Tyson said, and maybe he was right. What if I can have the best of both? It’s a dangerous line that I’d usually be hesitant to walk, but as long as I can keep my feelings purely sexual, I don’t see why we can’t do this.

I watch her carefully, waiting for the moment she goes inside—like she does every time they have practice. Her actions are so predictable I could set a watch to it. Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, I get a chance to glance over there and find her gone.

“I’ll be right back.,” I tell Coach, jogging over to the bleachers.

From where I’m standing, no one can see me unless they’re coming from the school. Savannah walks out, not even thinking to look in my direction. I whistle to get her attention, and she turns to me with a confused look on her face.

“What are you doing?”

I smirk. “Waiting for you.”

She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are there a few screws loose in your head or something? Why the fuck would I want anything to do with you after the shit you pulled today?”

Before she can say anything else, I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her in, searing our mouths together. She squeals in surprise, but doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back. Her hands grip the front of my shirt and pull me closer. My tongue tangles with hers in a fight for dominance, though it’s a pointless battle—one she never had any chance of winning.

“You’re mine, Savannah. I will use you however I want and treat you however I please. If you don’t like it, tough. Tell someone who cares.” I leave no room for debate. “Now, enough talking. I’ve done nothing all day but let thoughts of you run wild in my imagination.” Sliding my shorts down, I pull my already hard cock out and pump it in my hand. “And we’re going to make one a reality, right fucking now.”

Her eyes widen as she looks around. “Grayson, we can’t. What if people see us?”

“Then people see us.” I look down at my dick and back up at her. “Unless you want to go get Kinsley for me. I’m sure she wouldn’t hesitate to get on her knees.”

It’s exactly what I needed to say, because she immediately swats my hand away and replaces it with her own. “She comes anywhere near you like this, and you’re going to see a side of me that would put even the craziest of psychos to shame.”

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