Page 62 of Little Devil

It doesn’t matter what I dare him to do, I can’t get him to say no to me. I’ve made him drink a glass of hot sauce, made him wear my underwear for an entire day, I’ve even painted his nails, for fuck’s sake, and yet here he stands, staring at me from across the hall with his back resting on his locker and his phone in his hand, his black nails on full display for all to see.

I need to up my game.

So that’s exactly what I’ve done.

Xander: You can’t be serious.

Jordyn: I’m so serious.

Xander: That’s cheating.

Jordyn: Baby, that’s winning.

He shakes his head at me and I smirk, knowing I’ve got him this time, but then he shocks the shit out of me and removes his crooked tie from his neck, tossing it into his locker over his shoulder.

He wouldn’t..

“What’s he doing?” Kian asks from beside me, dropping his jaw when Xan removes his shirt from his body and gets to work on the zipper of his pants. “Oh my god.”

I lift my hands to cover my mouth and the hall erupts into chaos, most of the girls squealing and staring at my goddamn man while he strips his clothes, not stopping until he’s butt ass naked in front of at least half of the entire senior class. Sienna drags her lip out through her teeth and I scrub my hands over my cheeks, inwardly cursing myself for coming up with such a stupid dare.

This was a bad idea.

He cocks his head like he heard me and I drop my eyes to his dick, not missing the way he can barely keep it covered with one hand. Kian stares at his form with a shameless grin on his face and Travis lets out an aggravated breath, pinching the bridge of his nose with a look that screams fucking idiot.

“Dude, my mom’s comin–”

“Alexander Reid!” the principal screeches, making several students and staff members jump while she makes her way through the parted crowd to get to us.

“Yes, ma’am?” he asks, still staring at me.

“Alexander,” I mouth, making him laugh.

“For goodness sake, just.. cover yourself up and go to my office,” she grits out, her face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. “Now!”

Oh, fuck.

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Forty seven minutes later, my phone buzzes with a text and I take it out to check it, only releasing the breath I was holding when I realize his aunt hasn’t killed him yet.

Xander: Tell him you need to go to the bathroom.

Xander: Bring your shit with you.

I pull my brows in at that, hesitating a minute before I decide to do as I’m told. A few students follow me with their eyes but I ignore them, my heels tapping along the floor while I walk over to the teacher’s desk.

“Can I go to the bathroom, please?”

He waves his permission without looking up and I slip out into the hall, squealing when two hands snatch my waist from behind.

“Xan,” I hiss, laughing when he smacks my ass and spins me to face him. “What happened?”

“I got suspended.”

“And you’re happy about that?”

“Baby, I’ve got three days off,” he teases, leaning over me to link our fingers together. “You wanna skip last period with me?”

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