Page 10 of The Hallows Boys

“I was the cheer captain at my last school.” I match his prideful grin with one of my own, remembering the days when I was choreographing for a team of twelve girls.

“Think you’ll try out for the squad here? I’d love to see you on the sidelines of my games in a little skirt.” His eyebrows raise playfully.

My cheeks heat, so I blink through the fog of lust that starts to make its way over my vision again. “I’m not too sure. I just want to get comfortable here before I start any extracurriculars.”

He looks up and down my body appreciatively. “You look like you’re in great shape. I would hate for that to go to waste.”

Heat spreads down my spine at his indirect compliment, so I don’t respond again, just let him lead me into the gym. He shows me where P.E. is held, as well as the basketball games. I let my mind wander to what he might look like in a pair of shorts and a basketball jersey, and my core clenches as I imagine the muscles in his arms and legs as he runs to dunk the ball.

My heart races, so I knot my fingers together in front of me to have something to squeeze onto. He shows me the locker rooms, then points out the coach’s office before we’ve made a full circle and walk back through the doors we just came through.

I realize we’ve made a small circle around the whole campus when I spot the office again, and he leads me in through one of the last doors before we reach it.

“Cafeteria.” He nods his head.

It’s simple, with plain white walls and tables scattered randomly around the room for students to enjoy their lunch breaks. I’m sure I won’t find the gourmet or organic options I had back in L.A. here, but if that’s the worst thing about this school, then I can deal with it.

“Let me see your schedule.” Kaiden’s request has me going on the defense, my eyebrows pulling down in confusion.

“Um, why?”

He chuckles. “I want to see if we have any classes together.”

His eyes pin me in place, making me feel silly for being jumpy. “Oh.”

I laugh, handing him the piece of paper I slipped into my back pocket earlier this morning. He stares at it like he’s trying to burn it to memory, but after a moment, he hands it back to me.

“We have Advanced Lit and Calc together.”

I clear my throat as I slip the piece of paper back into my pocket. “Cool.”

He grins, letting me drown in my own sea of awkwardness. I want to squeeze my eyes shut and transport to another universe with the heavy weight of my attitude and his intrusive gaze. I expected today to be dull, not filled with moments with this mysterious boy that has my clit pulsing.

He leads me to the door, holding it open for me once more. When I pass by him, crossing over the door frame, our gazes connect so intensely that my stomach drops to my ass. His eyes are more gold up close, the darker parts swirling through them and giving them a creepy look that has my heart beating faster. I find myself getting lost in them, waiting to see if he’ll disappear completely and become just a figment of my imagination.

His teeth come out, biting down onto his bottom lip as his gaze moves down my body. There’s something about him I just can’t pinpoint, like he’s walking around with shadows and darkness swirling inside of him, but part of me wants to trust him, fall into his orbit and rotate around him, let him heal all the broken parts of me.

But boys like him will never heal someone like me. I’m too broken, full of holes so deep that parts of my soul leak through. He’s darkness and delicious sin, his aura screaming for me to run for my life – get far away – because he will definitely destroy me from the inside out, eat me alive, then spit me back out. All with a smile.

ChapterFive

BECKHAM

Once Kai and the blonde have walked back through the cafeteria doors, Vinny and I jump from the bench we waited on to insert ourselves into her life.

I wonder if this girl can feel the dangerous depravity she just walked into?

Will she see the depths of our twisted souls?

Probably, and I fucking hope more than anything else that she’s a screamer. I hope she shows all of her emotions on that porcelain face, making it known exactly how she’s feeling. I want to watch her squirm, pant, and break for us. I want to see the fear in her eyes, smell it on her skin, taste it between her legs.

“I told you it would be the best year yet,” Vinny mutters, making me groan deep in my throat.

Looking at him, I find his jaw tensed and his eyes hungry as we walk behind them as they head back toward the office.

I admire the way her hips sway with each step in her high heels, the way her hair swishes against her back, how her thighs clench on every step. Her jeans are hugging her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination, and I want so badly to know what her skin beneath them looks like when it’s flushed with ecstasy.

Will she run from us?Jesus– I fucking hope so.

---