Page 5 of Until Her

Cason shakes his head, clearly pissed off, giving him a hard glare. My eyes scan the rest of the table and gray eyes find mine with a scowl. Kalum is seated near Jimmy and the guy calling out to Cason with a scowl aimed over at us.

Rolling my eyes, I turn to Cason. “I don’t think that is a good idea. You should go.”

I plop myself on the chair and sigh when he nods to leave. Even if he paid to add money for lunch in my school account, I make up my mind to still bring lunch. I’m sure at the end of the year they can reimburse the card he paid with, or I can give him the money when they give it back.

The three girls I dubbed the bitch crew enter and sit near what I can now assume are the football jocks and that includes Kalum. When the blonde that he was all over him in the hallway sits next to him practically on his lap, he doesn’t look my way. I do feel Cason’s gaze on me though. He glances and then acts like he is paying attention to his friends. I keep my eyes on my tray and attempt to eat when I can feel something being thrown and it feels like tiny pebbles on my back.

I turn around to see what it is, and I notice they are peanuts bouncing off me all over the floor around me. I look up and notice Jimmy and everyone laughing with their hands covering their mouths, trying to not attract attention from the cafeteria staff.

I take a deep breath. “These rich pricks are dicks and immature,” I mumble.

I notice Cason is looking at his friends with a scowl, but he doesn’t stop them. I figured as much, and my instincts were right. No one can be trusted here, and that includes him. I’m on my own. It sucks but it’s just the way it is. No one knows where I’m from and no one cares, but that is just fine by me. My eyes find Kalum and he is laughing along with the bitch crew, and I give him hard glare.

Another peanut flies and lands in my hair. I slam the tray on the table, and it draws curious glances from the other students, and they begin to laugh when they notice what is going on. I slide the peanuts out of my long strands of hair and they continue to scatter on the floor. I move to empty my tray in the trash, needing to leave not having touched my lunch.

I’m not one to throw away food but students are not allowed to take the trays out of the cafeteria, so I’m fucked. I can’t stay here when it’s everyone against me, so I grab the water my gaze trained on the jock table and notice Cason following my movements. He frowns when he sees that I threw away my food and I purposely throw the iced tea letting it plant inside the trash bin with a big thunk and make my way to stop by their table to look right at Jimmy.

He gives me a smirk. “What’s wrong, Aura. Don’t you like peanuts? They can taste really good if you spread them.”

He means spread my legs. I've heard of that lame joke before and it's cheesy just like him.

I cross my arms over my chest. “You really need to stop being so careless and pick your nuts up from the floor. They're so tiny they’re scattering all over the place.”

Kalum chuckles and Cason grins. I lower my voice. “And just so you know. You’re the last person I would ever spread my legs for, you disgusting rich prick.”

Jimmy snickers but I can tell by the twitch of his right eye, I hit a nerve by calling him disgusting and that I would never give him the time of day. He’s attractive in a boyish, immature way, but so not my type. None of them are. I can’t stand them, and the bitch crew is even lower on my list. I give Kalum one last glare before Jimmy says loud enough for me to hear.

“I hope you enjoyed your lunch.”

I raise my middle finger high enough in the air so he can see as I leave hungry for the rest of the day toward my class.

Chapter three

Kalum

I watch her retreating out the cafeteria door, admiring the way her skirt hugs her small waist and the fabric bunches up on her backside. The girl must have a huge ass for her uniform to bunch up like that. I see her trying to lower it, so she doesn’t flash her ass to everyone and just thinking about it, my cock strains in my uniform trousers.

Fuck, she’s hot. When I saw her in my kitchen bent over trying to look in the refrigerator, I leaned on the counter to admire the view, hoping I could get a glimpse of her backside.

When she straightened, I could tell the top was too tight over her chest indicating that she must have a nice full rack. My eyes lingered over her until I reached beautifully shaped brows, a slender nose, and the most kissable mouth I had ever seen. I couldn’t believe this was the seventeen-year-old my parents hired as our new housekeeper. I don’t know the details, but I do know that she turns eighteen in a couple of months.

When she asked me for a ride, there was no way I could be close to her in the confinement of my car. I wouldn’t make it the three-mile drive to school with her so close. I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I never lose my mind over a girl. I’m Kalum St. Claire, starting linebacker for Spencer Academy, and I can fuck any chick I want.

All I have to do is snap my fingers and one appears. It’s most likely why Sarah is on my dick. She is always trying to get me to have sex with her. Sarah is your typical snooty rich girl with blonde hair and classical features, but she is no Aura. Aura is on another level entirely. The type of level that guys have to adjust their dick inside their pants when she walks in the room type of level.

“That’s fucked up, Jimmy,” Cason says.

My head whips around to see what he’s complaining about.

Jimmy shrugs. “I think I’m in love.”

I give him a glare because Jimmy saying that means he wants to stick his dick in her.

He smirks. “What? Who cares. Besides, Kalum said she is just the help. Who the fuck here gives three fucks about her anyway?”

“She didn’t even get to eat,” Cason chides.

“Aww. Catching feelings already from slumming it.”

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