Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
ASTRID
Hugging my backpack to my chest, I hurried to the student parking lot after school. Students—and teachers—had kept staring at me today after some people ripped my shirt and left me in a tiny little bikini. It didn’t help that Cairo’s shirt was way too small for me either!
I hurried past Jace, who leaned against his Maserati, one arm slung around his stepsister’s waist as he whispered something into her ear that made her red. Arch flashed me a smirk from his car parked next to Jace’s.
Nostrils flaring, I averted my gaze and continued to my car that I had left here yesterday before the party. I had planned on coming back to retrieve it before the night was over.
When we got home, I would actually kill Arch for what he had done today! How dare that asshole give me a little bikini and tell me that he had wanted to see me in it for a while. Yuck!
Diya bounced on her toes near my car, gaze dropping to my backpack. “What are you—”
“Long story,” I said, not knowing how I could explain myself. “Long, long, looooong story.”
She giggled and leaned against my shitty car. “I have time.”
Fuck.
I blew some brown hair out of my face and unlocked the car. “Let’s just say that my shirt ripped down the middle today, and I barely had anything on underneath. Cairo from Physics let me borrow his.”
“Cairo?” Diya hummed. “The cute one?”
My stomach tightened, jealousy twisting at my insides. She thought he was cute?
“Yeah, the cute one,” I said.
Diya might be my best friend, but she had never expressed interest in Cairo before, but I had never expressed interest in her hot brother. I dumped my backpack in the backseat and regathered myself, pushing the jealousy away.
Why was I even jealous anyway? Cairo was too sweet for my liking, but the way that he had told me that I was hot and even gotten so hard for me … God, it’d really made me feel things that I shouldn’t.
“Wanna take a ride down the beach?” Diya said, opening my passenger door.
“Down the beach?” someone said from behind me. “I don’t get an invite?”
My entire body tensed, and I swallowed hard, immediately recognizing the voice. Calix propped his forearm on top of my car and leaned against it, right beside me, his playful gaze on me, right in front of Diya.
“You’re not invited,” I said, ignoring his smoldering eyes.
With his free hand, he brushed his fingers against mine behind the car. “No?”
I shivered as the memories of last night flooded through my mind. Calix’s hands had been all over my body, his huge cock sliding in and out of me in front of so many people. Part of me wanted it to happen again and again and again.
But it couldn’t.
I couldn’t do that to my best friend.
“No,” I said, tugging my fingers away. “We’re meeting boys down there.”
Calix’s playful stare turned deadly, and he clenched his jaw. “Oh, yeah?” he asked coldly.
“Yep.”
“Diya, get out of the fucking car,” he growled, his gaze on me and only me. While he might have directed his voice at Diya, he wasn’t talking to her. No, he was talking to me. “You’re not going to meet any boys.”
Diya rolled her eyes. “We’re not meeting boys.”
“You’re a bad influence on my sister,” Calix said to me.
“I’m a bad influence?” I asked, poking him hard in the chest. “You’re the bad influence.”
“Says the girl who got drunk at a—”
I kicked him as hard as I could in the shin, making him grunt. The next kick wouldn’t be in such an easy place for him if he kept running his big mouth. I’d make sure he could never have babies—ever.
“Oh shoot!” Diya said, shutting the passenger door. “I forgot something in Math. I’ll be right back.” She hopped onto the sidewalk and threw me a wink. “Then we can dump this loser and meet all the boys you want, A!”
When Diya was out of earshot, I twirled on my heel toward her brother and crossed my arms over my chest. “Keep quiet about last night! It didn’t happen, and I didn’t even enjoy it, so you can forget all about—”
“You didn’t enjoy it?” he hummed. “Not when you were moaning and begging for more?”
I glared up at him through my brows. “No.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m being serious.”
Instead of taking my word for it, he moved closer and slipped his hand underneath my bottoms and cupped my pussy. A low growl left his mouth, and a smirk danced across his lips. “Hellcat, your pussy betrays you.”
“Get off me,” I snarled, shoving him away. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Yes, it does.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“I want to make sure you have a good time.”
“No, it—what?” I asked, realizing what he had said.
Calix moved closer and curled a finger around a strand of my hair. “I don’t care who you are to my sister, Hellcat. You are mine now—all mine—and I will do what I want to you, where I want, in front of whoever I want.”
My heart pounded so hard that I could hear it in my ears, my cheeks burning. “Wh—”
“Never mind!” Diya called from a ways away.
I shoved her brother away as she approached.
“The doors are locked. I’ll just get it tomorrow …” She paused and furrowed her brow. “What’s going on here?”
“Tell him to stop being an ass,” I said to her, slipping into the car, my mind racing.
Diya said something to her brother that I couldn’t hear over the sound of my clunky car starting, and I gripped the steering wheel so, so, so hard. If I wasn’t careful, my best friend would find out that I’d slept with her brother.