Page 48 of Bad Blood

I don’t want to do that for a million reasons. “What about my car?” That’s just one of them, and it’s the least of my worries. People were looking at us in class. What are they going to think when they see me leaving with him?

“I’ll take care of that. Better get dressed, the football team will be in here any minute.”

He fixes himself and straightens out his clothes.

With that taunting grin on his face, he leaves me naked against the wall, with the exception of my skirt.

I grab the rest of my clothes and put them back on, feeling my blood spike as I panic. The football team could catch me in here.

I manage to get out and rush into the girl’s bathroom without anyone seeing me.

The moment I catch sight of my disheveled appearance, I’m glad I had the good sense to come in here. I’m a mess, and my skin is glowing like it has lights placed underneath it.

Turning the cold tap on, I gather some water and splash it on my face to take the edge off. It works to some extent, but my body is still burning up.

I press my fingers to my cheeks and shake my head at my reflection.

My God. I just had sex at school with Chad and it was…insane.

It was raw insanity and I feel like I should have expected that. He owned my body, leaving me numb, like I had no brain.

Now, what are we doing?

What am I doing?

I was going to head to town anyway, but he could be taking me anywhere, to do anything.

Someone is bound to see us leaving and that will be weird. They’ll start talking. It’s not like people don’t know the bad blood between us.

“Locker room quickie?” Comes a voice I recognize. I’ve heard the voice several times over the last week. She’s just never spoken to me.

Jenna walks into the bathroom and tosses her vibrant red hair over her shoulder.

I’ve been aware of her and seen her watching me. She was doing it earlier today before classes started, and she was in my history class. She would have seen Chad take me out.

Is that why she’s here?

“Can I help you with something?” I straighten and stare her down.

I’m used to bitches like her. The ones who think you’re going to steal what’s theirs.

Back in L.A. it took me a while before I learned to stand up for myself. When I did, I owned it, but then it was easier because I had friends around me.

Isabelle is fast becoming a friend, but she’s not a vicious bitch.

“You can leave Chad alone. He’s mine.”

I can’t help it; I laugh. Not because what she said was funny, but because I’d love to leave him alone. I just can’t.

“We’ll see how funny you think my request is when I slam your head into the wall.” She comes closer, as if she’s really going to carry out her threat.

“Please try.” I nod, surprising her. “Please, just do it. Give me a reason to put you in your place.” I step forward, meeting her in the middle.

“It’s you who needs putting in your place. You just come here and think you can take.”

“I haven’t taken anything. You would do good to leave me the hell alone.”

“I’ll leave you alone when you leave what’s mine alone. He doesn’t want you. He only likes the idea of you because he hates you.”

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