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"They seemed just like normal kids to me." – Dr. Mark
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..LISA..
The bell for my last class rings, but my eyes don't move off Rosé. Coach can go off on me for being late, something is going on between Jennie and Rosé.
Rosé whispers to one of her girls before sashaying over to me. Gripping her arm, I drag her out of the gym and into the photo room. It's dark, photos hanging up from the class's latest project.
"What is going on with you and Jennie?" I snap.
"I knew you couldn't resist," she giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck.
My nostrils flare, and I remove her arms, placing them by her side. The smell of her perfume once made my dick stiff, but next to Jennie, it smells like a cheap hooker.
"I didn't drag you in here to put you on your knees today. I want you to tell me what is going on between you and Jennie." I glare at her.
"You mean when I welcomed her to the class and she elbow checked me?" She purses her glossy lips, looking at me like I need to have her back but I don't. I've seen Rosé target new kids. She's fucking brutal.
"Stay away from her. For me." I try and play whatever card I got. I don't want her fucking shit up with Jennie and me.
Her cheeks turn red, her face taking an ignorant look. "Excuse me?" she hisses.
"I just, I know her and she's–"
"Sure, I'll look out for her." Rosé smiles, and I swear horns just spiked through her blonde hair.
Biting my lip, I know I fucked up asking her to stay away. "I mean it," I warn, she gives a scout's honor salute and jerks the door open before walking out.
Waiting my two minutes, I think about warning Jennie about Rosé, but maybe I should just stay the fuck out of it.
Stepping out of the room, Coach is walking out of the office.
"You!" he points at me, and I freeze. "You're missing my class. Why?"
Shaking my head, I stride toward the locker room. Knowing I'm about to do laps.
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..JENNIE...
After last class, I head to my locker finding Lisa leaning against it waiting for me. Her arms are crossed, and her legs are stretched out in front of her. She juts her head at everyone that passes by and you can tell just by looking at her she's a big deal in this school, it confuses me why she's so nice to me when everyone else in this town clearly doesn't like me and my family.
"I see you found my locker." I fumble with the combination, a playful smile tugging at my lips. The smell of her spicy body wash has me suddenly aware of everything touching my skin. My nipples ache, and my thighs squeeze together. That night in the tent tries to push to the front of my brain and I remember how hard her chiseled ass.
"I have my ways." She turns where she stands, throwing her arm over the top of my locker.
Strands of my hair fall loose and I realize she's running a finger over the headband I'm wearing. The one she gave back to me last night. My eyes flicker up to hers in knowing and heat spreads across my face. I grab books I need for the night, and give her an annoyed look, trying to replace my desire with something else.
"Lisa," Rosé's voice comes up behind me, and it's like nails on a chalkboard. "The girls and I were going to get together tonight, any chance you and the boys will be out?" Her eyes snap to mine, and I can't help but give her a sympathetic look. She seems so desperate.
"Sorry, got other things going on," Lisa's tone bored. She looks behind her at the kids walking the hall. I can't tell if she's acting like she's busy for my benefit or if she's genuinely not interested in Rosé.
"No worries, we are supposed to get bad weather anyway, maybe we'll stay in." Rosé shrugs, batting her lashes. "See you around." She waves before sashaying away.
"You don't have to come with me to get Kuma—"
"Jennie, I hit your dog. Of course I'm coming with you." Her fierce blue eyes turn a shade darker, the vindication in her voice causing me to slow my movements.
"She's your girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend?" I can't help but ask. I need to know, I'm not a homewrecker.
Lisa scoffs. "Neither. I've never had a girlfriend," she says with a disgusted look, and I instantly get the impression she's scared of commitment. Maybe I shouldn't be so ecstatic she's chasing me after all.
Reaching out, her finger trails down my cheek in a sentimental way, and my lips part to allow the sudden harsh breathing to escape. The simple touch making my cheek blaze with memories of the night we were connected, lost in each other in a tent.
"Yeah, I can see that." My words coming out in a mere whisper. I want to be bold and independent, but when she looks at me like that, touches me like that. I melt like a chocolate bar in the middle of July. I'm an idiot.
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..LISA..
The ride to pick up Kuma was quiet with a lot of side looks from one another, and me trying to hide my hard cock. I can't keep my eyes off her for some reason. The way she walks, talks, hell the way her throat moves when she swallows even. It all affects me in some way.
"His purple cast is so cute," she laughs, rubbing her finger over the cast that claims Kuma's leg. I smile, but deep down I still feel like an asshole for running over her dog. The way Kuma looks at me, he thinks I'm an asshole too.
Jennie leans down reaching for something in her backpack. In her hand is a black marker. Pulling the cap off with her teeth she begins to draw on Kuma's cast. A cute little wrinkle forms between her eyebrows as she focuses on drawing. Moving her arm to the side, I spot a little flower outlined on the purple cast. But in true Jennie fashion, it looks like something that would belong on a gypsy's dress. The petals curl and the heart of the flower swirls delicately.
"You're a really good artist," I compliment.
Jennie's eyes peer through black lashes as her hand still on the pen. Pushing the cap to the side of her mouth she says, "Thank you, I love anything artsy." She glances back down and begins to shade the petals, getting lost in her work.
The way she bloomed with when I said how skilled she was, it's almost as if nobody tells her how amazing she is at it. Makes me wonder if her family is as fucked up as mine.
Pulling up to her house, which is way bigger than my place, I turn the engine off and throw my arm over the back of the seat. I try and keep my distance though, I don't want her to think I'm only after her for sex. I'm not. This… I don't know. There's just more to us than that.
Just as she puts the lid on the cap, I snatch the pen from her grip and lean over the middle seat to sign my name on Kuma's cast. I mean, I hit her dog. I should sign the cast, right?
"Nine?" Jennie asks, observing my penmanship.
"Yeah, it's my childhood nickname, and lucky number."
Jennie smiles, running the pad of her finger over my nickname.
"Lisa. Nine," she whispers it. "Why is it your lucky number?"
"Well, it's my jersey number, locker number, how many tickets I've had, how many girls I've—"
Her eyes jerk to mine, and I clear my throat and glance anywhere but her way. Sweat builds on the nape of my neck, and I exhale a breath. Why the fuck did I just say that?
"Was I number nine?" she asks softly. My chest tightens, and my dick twitches from the memory of her silky thighs straddling my legs.
"Yeah." My voice husky as those sultry eyes hit me where it hurts. She's my lucky number nine. "Hey, you want to go out, hang out or—?" Jennie looks up at me and I second-guess myself when emerald eyes stare back at me so innocently. "I mean—" Fuck, why am I so nervous.
"Yeah, let me go put Kuma inside and I'd love to hang out." I relax a little, and smirk. "I mean, you did hit my dog, the least you could do is show me a good time." She winks, and my dick twitches. I want to show her a good time alright, I'm just trying to be a good girl and not grab her by the hair and shut her feisty mouth up with mine like I've been dying to all day.
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