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He can’t see me. There’s no way.
“I think he likes you, and I understand why. He doesn’t know you at all.”
“What are you implying? He’ll get to know me and not be interested anymore?” Is that what happens with boys? Are they drawn to me because of my family name and then once they realize what I’m about, they lose interest?
My heart pangs. The realization is … painful.
“No, of course not! I was referring to you being … new meat, for lack of a better term,” Iris explains.
I wrinkle my nose. “Gross. And I’m not new meat.”
“You are to him,” she points out. “And I’m guessing he finds you entertaining.”
“Entertaining? You make me sound like a show he enjoys watching.” And I don’t think anyone has ever described me as entertaining before. Not my parents. Not my friends or my family or teachers.
“A pretty girl Rhett hasn’t seen around campus is definitely entertaining to him.” Iris laughs when I send her a withering look. “It’s okay though. He’s harmless.”
“You warned me yesterday that he’s a player,” I point out.
“Right, but Rhett is like a … harmless player. He’s a fun guy. Not a serious bone in his body. Life is fun and games for him and he’s just here to enjoy it,” Iris says.
“Yeah, I could kind of tell.” My gaze lingers on Rhett. He’s not staring through the window any longer and I forget all about my lunch. I watch him, curiosity running through my blood, making me wish I could talk to him more, which I can.
Next period.
CHAPTER NINE
Rhett
I watch Willow Lancaster pause in the doorway of our class, seemingly scanning the room. I take note of her uniform, and how she’s put her own spin on it. All that lush, glossy dark hair is pulled into a ponytail again with a dark blue ribbon looped into a bow. She’s got her jacket on and it dips in at the waist, the buttons undone almost showcasing the fact that her tits strain against the front of her white shirt.
The girl has got curves for days. I curl my fingers into a fist, fighting the urge to go to her and touch her. If I even made the attempt; hell, if I merely mentioned it to her, she’d most likely flip the fuck out and tell me to kiss her ass for all eternity.
And why does that have such an appealing ring to it?
The bell rings, jolting her of the seeming trance she fell into, and she takes a step forward, stumbling a bit when a couple of dudes barge through the door, knocking right into her.
I leap to my feet and rush toward her, glaring at the dumbasses who pass by me.
“Watch the fuck out.” I growl at them before turning my attention to Willow. “You all right? Did they hurt you?”
When I touch her sleeve, she takes a step back, like she needs the distance. I let my hand drop, my gaze sweeping over her to make sure she’s in one solid piece. “I-I’m fine. It was no big deal.”
“You almost fell.” I lighten my tone, telling myself to chill out. “You keep doing that around me.”
“I don’t know why I’m so clumsy.” Her smile is shaky. “Thank you for watching out for me.”
“No problem. I got your back, Will.” I glance around, my gaze touching on everyone already seated at their desks, most of them blatantly watching us.
Willow notices too. “We’re causing a scene.”
“Who cares?” I shrug.
She starts walking and I keep pace with her. “I do. Like I said, it was no big deal.”
Without another word, she settles into her desk, her backpack landing by her feet. She bends forward, that ponytail swinging as she unzips her backpack and pulls out her notebook and a set of colored pens and highlighters.
Damn, this girl is serious. It’s a photography class for Christ’s sake. Why does she need to take that many notes and make them fancy?
