Chapter 25 #2
She quipped, “Don’t tempt me. Maybe I’ll slice Die Fucker on your skin.”
“Woohoo,” I whistled. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. Now, where on my body would you cut me? There are so many places to choose from, Stabby. My ass. My stomach. Back. Thighs. My ass. You name it, I’ll strip naked for you to put your knife anywhere. Any-where.”
“You’re sick, and you said ‘ass’ twice,” she snarled quietly as the door flung open and students poured, and we then poured into Dirty ol’ Deano’s class.
“Yeah, because I have two butt cheeks, so that’s two canvases for you to play with,” I informed her. “Firm butt cheeks, too, when you’re ready to get down and dirty.”
She stepped in front of me, blocking my path, “If I cut you with my knife, you won’t walk away afterward.”
“Prove it, pretty girl, prove it,” I tested her, my filthy mind in a filthy place as per usual.
Only an hour ago, I almost berated Lev for catching feelings for the girl, and I was no different, but in a way, getting close to her worked for our cause.
Regardless, I had to lure her alone to talk about the body on the train and her upcoming interview with the police, and finding the right place and the right time, so no one overheard was key.
Following her inside, she tried to escape this 6ft4 hungry jock, but I kept on her cute tail.
When she found a seat by the window, she placed her bag on the spare seat next to her, but I took it off and parked my ass, uninvited, without saying a word.
Then she snatched the bag off me and dumped it on the floor under the desk, wearing a smirk.
“Hi Adina,” a girl crowed behind us, and Boleyn glanced back, faked a smile, and returned a dry, dejected hello, as if she didn’t want this girl near her.
Naturally, I had to see the girl that Stabby disliked, and I was surprised to find it was the sophomore girl that Cole was fucking, Karen or whatever.
I thought Stabby and Karen were friends, fuck, women were weird.
If you don’t like someone, then tell them you don’t like them.
We don’t pretend to like the Yorkies, and they don’t pretend to like us to make everyone else feel better, yet the world still turns.
“Cole’s hole,” I mumbled under my breath, and Stabby stabbed me a one of those black scowls that I enjoyed being the target of.
“What?” she hissed at me.
“Her,” I pointed my thumb behind me, and she shook her head, perplexed as to what I was referring to, so I dropped it. Besides, there were more important things to discuss.
Dirty ol’ Deano began the tutorial, and I spent the next twenty minutes watching the interaction between him and Stabby.
He glances in her direction only once, and that was when the student in front of us spoke.
Guilty as charged. If he were innocent and didn’t have feelings for her, then he would have no problem looking at Adina, but instead, he kept his greedy gaze away to hide his guilt.
So, we had two obstacles: James York and Dean.
Hopefully, we deterred the York for a while, although we’re not complacent enough to believe that he will leave her alone.
In fact, in some ways, it might spur him on more to bait Stabby in his lair.
But Dean was particularly good at hiding his trail when he laid his eyes on his prey.
“I need to speak to you afterwards,” I whispered behind my hand, so the nosy Karen couldn’t hear.
“No,” she hissed back.
“Yes,” I argued, moving my hand closer to hers, only for her to pull away. “I need to speak to you in private. It’s important.”
“There’s not a single thing you could say that would be important,” she rationalized, keeping her gaze on the board at the front of the class.
My jaw clenched under the stress of her stubbornness.
She’d be the only girl on campus who didn’t want to be alone with me, and that made her even more tantalizing in a weird way.
“If you don’t come voluntarily, I will be compelled to wrangle you forcefully,” I warned, and she barely flinched.
But then her hand went to her bag as an automatic reaction.
“Have you got your knife in there, Stabby?”
Silence.
“I still have your cap shades by the way, if you want them back,” I told her quietly.
Silence.
“I’m guessing you don’t want them back,” I murmured, having a one-sided conversation.
Silence.
After several more beats of silence, I reached under the desk to grab her bag, and she lowered her head, grasped my forearm with her mouth, then bit down hard. My mouth dropped open in pain, and I used the strength I could muster not to growl in pain.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Adina said, packing her bags, “I need to leave early as I have an appointment.”
“Sure,” Dean said, then continued.
Without another word, she packed her bag, threw it over her shoulder, and left without looking back. I stayed seated for a few beats as my knee shook from restrained energy under the desk. A greyhound eager to chase the rabbit.
Seconds later, I stood to leave, but once I got out into the hall, she was gone. I assumed she had gone down the stairs, so I went that way, but I couldn’t see her anywhere.