Page 5 of Until Us

His smile widens. Taking the time to get a good look at him, I notice he has straight teeth when he smiles and a nice face. He’s nice to look at and seems harmless. He is tall and fills out his uniform in all the right places, but I don’t trust him. I can’t trust anyone here.

“Yo, Cason.” We both turn to see one of his friends waving at him. “Stop slumming it with the help and come over here. We need to go over plays for our next game.”

I stiffen at his remark.

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, sporting a scowl.

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

I plop myself on the chair, relieved when he walks away. Even if he paid to add money for lunch to my school account, I decide I’ll still bring my 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 if they give it back in a check.

The three girls dubbed the bitch crew enter the cafeteria like they own the place and sit near what I can now assume are the football jocks. The blonde all over Kalum in the hallway sits next to him, practically on his lap. I catch Cason’s gaze, but he looks away, acting like he is paying attention to his friends. I keep my eyes on my tray and begin to eat, but then something hits me, like tiny pebbles against my back.

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

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

I notice Cason is looking at his friends with a frown, but he doesn’t stop them. My eyes find Kalum and watch him laughing along with the bitch crew giving him a 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. They begin to laugh when they notice what is going on. I slide the peanuts out of my long hair. 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 usually, 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 I threw away my food, and I purposely throw the iced tea, letting it plant inside the trash bin with a big thud and make my way to stop by their table looking right at Jimmy.

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

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 are 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 nasty prick.”

Jimmy snickers, but I can tell by the twitch of his right eye that I hit a nerve by calling him nasty and announcing 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, “I hope you enjoyed your lunch.”

I raise my middle finger high enough in the air so he can see as I walk toward my next class.

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Kalum

Iwatch her retreat out the cafeteria door, admiring the way her skirt hugs her small

waist and the fabric moves up her ass. 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 everyone, and just thinking about it makes my cock strain in my uniform trousers. Fuck, she’s hot. When I saw her in my kitchen bent over to look in the refrigerator, I leaned on the counter to admire the view, hoping I could get a glimpse.

When she straightened, I could tell the top was too tight over her chest, telling me she has a big 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 don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I never lose my mind over a girl. I’mKalum 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 blond hair and classical features, but she is no Aura.

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

I look up 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 at me. “What? Who cares. Besides, Kalum, you said she is just the help. Who gives three fucks about her anyway?”

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