Page 21 of Little Devil

He sighs out a breath and looks at Kian, smiling a little bit when he catches the look on his face. It’s relief, but it’s not the type I would have expected. He’s not relieved over my no fucks to give reaction to their secret relationship, he’s relieved Travis didn’t panic and go off on me for bringing unwanted attention to it.

“I need a shower,” Travis says, hitting me with a quick look that says keep your fucking mouth shut or die, then he stands and tilts his head for Kian to follow.

Kian jumps up like his ass is on fire and I shake my head at them, deciding to hang back a while because I don’t feel like hearing my cousin fuck his boyfriend against the bathroom wall. “How long should I wait?”

“Thirty minutes.”

“Fifteen,” Kian calls over his shoulder. “And that’s only because it takes him ten minutes to prep m–”

Travis smacks the back of his head and Kian yelps, making me laugh. The two of them head for the changing rooms down the hall and I move for the fountain to refill my water bottle, doing a double take at the door in the corner when I catch sight of the girl working out through the rectangular window. Her face is shadowed in darkness and she’s got her body turned away from me, but I know it’s her.

Jordyn fucking James.

I hesitate for all of three seconds before I’m moving, quickly checking to make sure no one’s looking before I slip through the door. Teardrops by Bring Me The Horizon blares from somewhere and I look around, grinning to myself when I spot her phone plugged into the speaker set up in the corner.

I knew she liked this type of music, saw that sneaky little smile on her face when that emo vampire song came on at her house that night.

Right before she saw me for the first time.

Right after she helped that mousy haired girl get away from Penelope and Sienna.

Jordyn’s good.

Way too good for me, but I don’t give a shit.

I want her so fucking bad.

I stick to the shadows and lean back against the wall behind her, enjoying the way her hot little body moves while she beats the shit out of the bag hanging from the ceiling like it did her wrong.

She looks mad.

Ready to kill someone.

Sexy as hell.

She’s wearing a black and green pair of camo sweats and a black sports bra, showing off her toned stomach and those tiny little bones on her hips. Her skin is hot and covered in a light layer of sweat, her cute little baby hairs sticking to her forehead while she lays it all out there, barely stopping to breathe between punches before she starts up all over again. My hands twitch with the urge to touch her and I almost fucking do it, almost step forward and snatch her waist to scare the shit out of her just because I can, but then I look at her face and catch the thick tears falling over her cheeks.

Fuck, is she crying?

My brows crash in the center and my stomach drops, the increasing need to take her in my arms coming from a whole new place this time.

I don’t like that look on her face.

It’s even worse than those fake ass smiles she hands out like party favors.

I watch her for another few seconds while I try to decide between asking her what’s wrong and leaving her be, but then the door swings open and I look that way, rolling my eyes when Noah Campbell walks inside like he owns the damn world.

Fucking cockblock.

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Jordyn

My chest heaves with the exertion but I keep going, ignoring the way my lungs are screaming for air and my body screams for me to stop.

Ignoring him.

Wishing he’d fuck off and leave me alone so I can sort through my rampant emotions in peace.