26. Zayne
CHAPTER 26
Zayne
T he air shifts as Delaney walks into the auditorium. I’m angry that she told me off and slapped me, yet impressed that the feisty brunette bombshell stood up to me.
Even though betrayal courses through my veins, I can’t deny how hard my dick got when she whirled around and stomped over and ripped me a new one. Fire replaced the sadness haunting her eyes, making those green irises shine like a lush forest beneath the sunny skies. I wanted to grab and kiss the hell out of her.
Why the fuck can’t I hate her after what she did? She fucking abandoned me.
The fact that she went out of her way to come to the trailer park and visit me has me all kinds of fucked up. Although she’s been there before, it's been a long time.
The last time she was at my house was after I’d been bullied in tenth grade and tossed into the trash can. She helped clean me up and then insisted she was walking me home. Her mere presence as she marched beside me, glaring at anyone who dared turn their head in my direction, was enough to keep the bullies away.
I never expected her to walk me home that day. Or grab me and hug me so tightly that all the hurt I felt vanished. She was my light in the darkness, guiding me home.
Until she wasn’t.
Goddamn it. Stop thinking about the past. You and Delaney are over.
As she marches past Tim, he turns and says something to her. I’m too far away to hear it, but a laugh escapes me when Delaney holds up her middle finger and continues walking away with Callie.
My eyes follow her across the room. She doesn’t look at me as she joins a group of girls. Although she’s attempting to appear casual, I know her too well. She’s pretending she doesn’t feel my stare, but I know she does. It’s in the tense set of her posture and the deliberate way she keeps her body turned away from me.
Mr. Jackson’s voice booms into the microphone. “Everyone line up. It’s time to head out to the stadium.” He continues giving instructions as the students move, forming two rows.
Her eyes meet mine as she turns around. Instead of looking away, she gives me the middle finger.
Little minx. My dick hardens inside my pants, and I quickly zip my robe before everyone sees it. I’d love to punish her for that.
Goddamn it. Stop it. You hate her, remember?
My watchful eyes don’t leave her as she moves into position. She pretends to look at the program, oblivious to everyone around her.
But when Daniel turns around and says something to her, the look on her face is pure rage. She glares at him, motioning for him to turn around. When he doesn’t, she holds up her middle finger in his face.
Rage ticks in his jaw before he turns, his eyes meeting mine. Then he faces straight ahead.
That’s right, asshole. Turn the fuck around before I knock you out.
My gaze slides back to Delaney, who stands there with her fist clenched at her side, silently fuming. Even though I tell myself I don’t care, the memory of the bruises on her face and arms flashes inside my head. Rage fills me at the thought of them hurting her.
Quit lying to yourself. You’re not over her.