FOUR
I get up from my seat and make my way to the exit of the classroom. I dread this class every morning because I can't keep my eyes off Hanna. I can't keep my eyes off her. She's stunning. A wet dream, if I do say so myself, and I want a fucking taste. A motherfucking three-sixty compared to the outfit from days ago. Damn, this girl is hot as fucking hell. A Megan Fox of my reality. I don't want to look her way; I just can't help it. She's stunning, especially the way she came to school dressed this morning.
I can already feel myself growing hard against my zipper, so I shove the thought away and make my way to the sitting area outside in search of my friends.
"Damon!" Sam calls from our designated tables. His blonde fuck buddy, Paris, is perched on his lap like a lapdog. God, I never liked that girl; she's all about gossip. I catch a brunette's eye, and as I look away, I can still feel her eyes on me.
"What?" I bark. The brown-haired girl quickly averts her eyes and continues toward a group of girls, avoiding me completely.
"Who's the new girl?" Paris asks with a chip in her tone. My eyes darken as the blonde spunky bitch speaks about Hanna, even though I shouldn't fucking care. She wouldn't do well in my world—none of them would.
"None of your goddamn business," I growl, plopping down next to Ace.
Damien eyes me before watching a dark-haired girl in tight ass leggings saunter across the room toward Bailey and Hanna. My eyes follow Damien's, and I smirk at him. Damien glares at me and turns his head, eying the bottle of Coca Cola in front of him. He's been off lately, and I'm not sure what's going on with him, especially with the fact that he dumped his latest conquest, Valeria.
"Don't look at me like that and expect a damn reply," he growls.
Ace grins and nudges me. "She's hot," Sam pipes up randomly as he eyes the girl Damien's tracking, causing the blonde bitchy girl to scoff, climb off his lap, and walk toward Sabrina. I smile proudly at Sam.
Damien's eyes snap to Sam, and he narrows them slightly. "Yeah, and she isn't yours. So fuck off." My eyebrow raises as I watch my brother. He shouldn't care, right? He doesn't do the dating thing.
Instead of asking what I want, I turn to Sam and tilt my head. "She's fucking annoying. Get rid of her." I roll my eyes. Sam just smiles at me before taking a bite of his gravy and fries. I never understood what he sees in Paris fucking Scott. She annoys me by existing.
My brother watches me with a pointed stare before his eyes land on Hanna. "What's up with you and the new chick?" I keep my mouth shut because I don't have any weaknesses. She is not a weakness, and she never will be.
"I thought nobody's good enough for Damon Saint, unless her name is Emily," Sam replies, eying me. He has no fucking idea what happened to her. Fucker needs to learn to keep his fucking mouth shut.
I grip the edge of the table and grind my teeth. "I thought I told you not to mention her fucking name," I growl, grabbing Sam by his collar. It's not that I can't handle it; it's the fact that her entire death is a lie. A lie only Damien and I know.
Damien jumps to his feet, eyes wide, knowing what my ex-girlfriend's name does to me. Sam stares at me with widened eyes. I ignore him, slamming my fist into Sam's jaw. I sit back in my seat. A sea of stares are directed my way as I continue to eat my lunch.
I glance at Hanna again, only to be caught in her glare. She's still hot, though. Hot, but I can't manage to ruin her life. Not another girl who doesn't deserve it.
"She doesn't want you, bro." I glance at Ace with a smug smile.
"Maybe not now…" a smirk tugs at my lips just enough to be noticed, "but she will."
Damien glances at me with a question in his eye, but as usual, I ignore him. By the time my brain comes back to where I am, Sam is up off the floor and back on the bench, rubbing his jaw gently and keeping his mouth closed.
"What time is practice tonight?" I ask Ace, eying him.
"About eight," he replies, taking a bite of salad.
I nod, grabbing Damien's bottle of Coke and taking a swig from it. I'm fully aware I will be missing practice.
"I have fucking Business 102 next," Ace grumbles, finishing up his salad.
I don't have anything until about four, so it sucks to suck, granted I keep the comment to myself. Ignoring him, I watch Hanna smile from ear to ear across the room as she chats with Bailey and a tiny, black-haired girl who could pass as Maggie Lindemann.
"Damon," a voice pipes up.
I drag my eyes from Hanna, and they land on Lexi, my eyes going dark. "Find a new boy-toy, I'm not interested. I never fucking have been."
Lexi snarls and glares right through me. "That's because nobody in this college is Emily fucking Freeman."
My eye narrow into slits as I stare at the blue-haired bitch. She didn’t even know her, yet she has the audacity to open her mouth? Fuck no.
My hands slam into the table as I stand to my feet and tower over her. "That's the second person who has said her fucking name," I growl, my face inches from Lexi's. Lexi stares at me with wide eyes. Sam flinches from the corner of my eye, but I don't pay it much attention. My eyes stay directly on Lexi as a snarl pulls at the corner of my lips.
"You're a girl so I can't do anything, but you say one more word, I'll have someone here kick your ass," I snarl in her face. She's been grating on my nerves for the last year, and I need her to catch the message.
Lexi flinches away from me, her lip trembling. "Anastasia?" she whimpers.
I smile like the asshole she knows I am before stepping closer till we're almost touching. "Don't forget, she owned this school and still does as a professor's assistant." Damien smirks at Lexi.
Lexi spins around, only to come face to face with my bossy, annoying older sister, Anastasia Saint. "Ana…" Lexi whispers under her breath.
I take a seat next to Ace and watch the show.
"Are you bugging these boys?" she growls at Lexi. Just as Lexi tries to take a step around Ana, she grabs her arm.
"You stay away from Damon, or I'll chew your pretty little fingers off," Ana whispers loud enough for only my group of friends to hear. Lexi nods slowly. "That goes for Damien, too." Ana smiles sweetly at Lexi.
Damien grins and leans closer to the girls. "If she goes near Soren, she'll cause a war." All she does is nod before speeding back to her best friend Emma and slams her books down on the table.
Ana looks at the four of us before eying Sam. "You got a little bruise, sweetie." She smiles, pressing her blood-red lips on his eye. I roll my eyes while Damien huffs. Sam ignores her and finishes his Dr. Pepper.
"Bye, Ana," I reply dryly.
She turns to me with a glare. "Do not speak to me like a dog after I just got rid of your pesky flea."
Damien smiles at me before looking at Ana. "That's what you are, though, so can you exit the scene and go sit with the other assistants and professors in their lunchroom."
Ana glares at the four of us before she walks away, leaving us to sit by ourselves. I sigh and take a sip from the bottle of Coke. "When's try-outs?" I hear a deep voice ask.
I look up and catch a glimpse of blonde hair before my eyes meet Soren. I laugh, covering my mouth. "Eight," Ace replies, picking up his tray of food and throwing out the scraps as he walks toward the parking lot.
Soren doesn't even care about try-outs, so why is he bother asking? I tilt my head as I glance his way.
Damien looks up at our brother and grins. "Can't sit with hockey players till you're a part of the group, little brother." Soren glares at Damien before heading back in the general direction of his friends. Again, he doesn't care, so why bother asking?
I zone out the rest of lunch, remembering my last week with Emily, the only girl in this world who could make my heart beat. And that's when an idea hits me.
"Damon, let's go." Damien pokes my shoulder. I look up and watch the field become a zoo as the crowds exit for their next classes or home.
My eyes search for Hanna before I find her walking next to the Maggie lookalike, Bailey nowhere in sight. I take my window of opportunity, and with a grin, I get up from the table and head toward the short brunette and stop inches from her before I speak.
"Hanna." I grin. Scarlet turns and looks at me with narrowed eyes before Hanna follows her lead and turns to face me. "Got any idea how creative writing works?" I ask her. I failed the entire class last year, so this is my best bet to worm my way in.
Even though I know I don't need tutoring, it's a way to keep her close. Hanna picks at her nails before she cranes her neck to look up at me. "I always get As in writing classes, so…" She stares at me like I'm ruining her life. Not yet Cinderella, but I will.
I smile at my brilliant mind. "I'm bound to fail. Any chance you'll help me pass? Tutor me?" I ask her softly. My lips pull in a grin as I watch her. She's sceptical of me, and she should be. I'm more dangerous than a stalker.
Hanna watches me, confused, before she responds, "I-I don't think that's a good idea."
I sigh softly before heading toward the double doors that lead outside. In three… two… one… I hear her voice, high-pitched, as her heels click loudly.
"Damon, wait," she calls as she rushes after me. "I'll tutor you, but that's only if it's for one semester, and if you promise not to mention what Lexi saw in the bathroom."
The bathroom… Right, when she cut into her skin.
I smile at her and nod. "Don't worry about it, we all have shitty days." Now she's mine. I can keep her close for a semester at the most. But she's still mine.
"How about tomorrow at two?" she asks, shuffling her feet anxiously.
"Works for me. My hockey game isn't till five," I respond, watching her closely. It's a hockey game I probably won’t make it to, but I don't mention that part. Hanna smiles a real smile before she heads back to her black-haired friend, who is still standing there shocked.
I exit the school with a smile on my face. Not only am I going to pass that ridiculous class, but I get to spend an entire two hours torturing her at the same time. Unlocking my blue Camaro, I climb into the driver's seat and head home. Fuck, she needs to stop dressing like that, though.
She's catching the eyes of my teammates, and I can't have that. She's fucking stunning, but having the eyes of all the guys in the school isn't something I fucking want. I put my car into park and climb out, quickly locking it before heading inside.
Tomorrow is definitely going to be interesting, but being able to see her all to myself is the biggest plus. Hanna Monroe is going to be the death of me.