Page 17 of Little Devil

“Purple hair, tattoos and body piercings aren’t against school policy, Mr Reid,” she draws out, still jotting away at her desk. “The board wants students to feel free to express themselves, whatever that means, but while you’re sitting in my classroom, you will wear the uniform without looking like you just spent a half hour in the bathroom with a grabby cheerleader.”

The majority of the class bursts out laughing and I shake my head at her, discreetly sliding my eyes to the side to check Jordyn’s reaction. She’s not laughing like the rest, but I don’t miss the way she keeps stealing glances at me when she thinks I’m not looking. I’m not the only one watching her, though, and when Noah slides his narrowed eyes from her to me, I swear I can practically hear the silent threat there.

Stay away from her.

But unfortunately for him, I’m not afraid of pretty boy douchebags who depend on their rich daddies to fight their battles for them, which is why I drop back in my seat and hold his eyes with a silent message of my own.

Make me.

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Detention comes and goes and I manage to sneak out to the parking lot for a cigarette, pulling my brows in when I find Jordyn hiding behind her car with her eyes glued to the booklet in her hands. It looks like some sort of college brochure, but I can’t tell which school she’s looking at from here. I lean back against the side of my Camaro and tilt my head to light up, chuckling to myself when she squeals and spins to face me.

This girl is so fucking jumpy.

She quickly hides the booklet behind her back like she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t, only releasing the breath she was holding when she realizes I’m alone. “Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry.”

She raises a brow at that, somehow knowing I’m not sorry at all. “What are you doing out here?”

“Smokin’ a cigarette,” I say simply, eyeing her curiously while I blow my smoke out to the side. “What are you doing out here?”

“Nothing,” she mutters, discreetly tossing the booklet across to her passenger seat in an attempt to hide it from me, but I already saw it.

“Washington?” I ask, amused. “What, did you pull out a map and pick the furthest school you could find?”

“Can you mind your own business?” she bites out, but something tells me that’s not a rhetorical question – she’s actually asking me if I can manage to keep my mouth shut about whatever it is I’m seeing here. “Please?” she adds, softer this time.

My brows dip and I run my tongue bar over my teeth, hiding a grin when her eyes drop to follow the sound.

“Fine.” I nod, pushing myself off my car to level with her. “I’ll keep your little college secret, but now you have to do something for me.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?” she chokes out. “Why?”

“Why?” I echo, laughing lightly when I realize she’s actually expecting an answer to that. “Maybe I like you.”

“Or maybe you just wanna fuck a princess,” she fires back, crossing her arms over her chest with her head cocked to the side.

I smirk at that, knowing she’s fishing but giving her nothing. If she wants to know if I’m the one who left her that birthday card on her car last night, she’s gonna have to come right out and ask me.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I tease, not missing the way she stares at my mouth while I step closer to her, only stopping when our bodies are almost touching. “And to answer your question.. yeah, it’s gonna feel fucking amazing when it touches your clit.”

Her jaw drops and she looks around to check no one’s listening, her cheeks glowing the cutest fucking shade of pink I’ve ever seen. “I.. I wasn’t thinking that.”

“But you are now.”

She swallows and cuts her eyes back to mine, but instead of walking away like I expected her to, she shocks the shit out of me and wraps her hand around the back of my neck, yanking me down to her until our faces are level. My brows jump and I rest my hands on the hood of the car either side of her head, silently waiting for whatever she’ll do next. Her pastel blue eyes shine with a new found confidence and she smirks – fucking smirks at me – then she brushes her thumb over the corner of my mouth and pinches the cut there, forcing a pained groan from my throat while she pulls me in further.

“You think you’re so hot, don’t you?” she whispers against my lips, clicking her tongue while she digs her sharp nail into the sore spot. “Think again, new boy.”

Fucking tease.

She kisses me once and shoves my head back just as quick, casually slipping away from me like she didn’t just make my dick hard. She shakes her ass for good measure and I reach down to readjust it, sliding my tongue over the fresh blood coating my lip.

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