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CHAPTER4
Nixon
She meant what she said.
She has been forcing a goddamn six-foot-apart rule like we’re in a pandemic.
You know what the problem is with addiction? It’s never cured. You can go years and never take a hit, but you still want it. No matter how long it’s been. And I’m craving my best friend's lips. Fucking hell.
I walk into the locker room, taking it all in before we were let out for summer break this afternoon. It was always dead this early in the morning, which is exactly how I like it. Except for today it wasn’t. I was about to barge straight into the showers to see who it was, when I hear him.
“Get on your fucking knees, Wyatt,” Everett says, a growl to his voice.
Thing is, everyone thinks we’re the same, but my brother has a twisted mind I can’t even begin to understand. He never shows it. Not even to me, but I’ve seen it. Our first kill, I have never seen such a lack of emotion—except from Eliza. She was trained that way, Everett wasn’t.
I plaster myself to the wall outside the showers, making sure I’m quiet. “Fuck you, Masterson. I’m not your bitch.”
My brother’s tsk is followed by a dark chuckle. “Maybe not, but you love the taste of my dick. So… drop. To. Your. Fucking. Knees. And suck.”
Cringing, I inch away. My brother getting it on with anyone is a no-go for me. I didn’t want to hear that shit. Slowly, I open the door and get the fuck out of there. I cross over the football field, walking back to the main school building. Once I am close, I drop my shit on the steps to the entrance before taking a seat on the top step and running my hands through my hair. I just wanted to work out.
Something kicks my boot and I look up, taking in my best friend. Long chocolate brown hair. Surrounding the most perfect heart-shaped face. Small, cute-as-fuck button nose and big honey eyes. Luscious lips that curve at the edges to flash sparkling white teeth. She has a killer body with curvy hips and a beautiful ass. Her tits aren’t huge, but they are perfect for my hands—at least I think they are. I’ve never held them before. Looking at her boobs and then down at my hands, I try to imagine, but she pushes me in the chest with her red heel. “Ma fille, you wound me!” I clutch my chest.
“You were checking out my boobs.” She crosses her arms over them. Busted.
Our eyes connect, and I hold her stare as she tries to intimidate me. I wink, and her cheeks take on a delicious tint of pink that she tries to play off with an eye roll. She hands over my coffee. Black with three sugars. “Thank you, ma fille. I really needed this.”
She smiles, sitting down next to me as I throw my arm over her shoulders. I ruffle her hair as she swats at my arm. She holds her phone up as we smile into the camera for a selfie. Then for the second one we do a goofy face, and the third is of her laughing as I lick her cheek. She uploads them to Instagram with the hashtags: #BestFriend #GetYourOwn #RoeAndNix. Things were normal again. As much as normal could be. That is until Leslie comes up, shooting daggers at Monroe.
“Um, you’re in my seat,” Leslie says with a bite to her tone. Stop this. But I don’t. I needed a united front against my best friend and her delectable lips.
“Yeah, no, it’s not. This right here,” Monroe pats my hard chest and I flex my pecs under her hand, earning me a pinch, “is my best friend. So how about you go along and drool over someone more on your social level.” Monroe is sweet, but she has a nasty bite. And I fucking love it.
Leslie looks at me with pleading eyes. Sighing, I pat the seat on the other side of me and she gladly takes it. I throw my other arm around Leslie, pulling them both in close. “This is nice.” I sigh dreamily.
I feel a crunch to my foot and curse lowly under my breath, my eyes shooting to Monroe. I growl. “The fuck, ma fille?”
She smiles sweetly. “So sorry, Nixy.” She pats my face, pinching my cheek hard. Her sweet eyes turn into a murderous glare. She gets her stuff and walks away. I can’t decide whether to be happy she’s jealous or furious that she just abused me. At least she was touching me.
“Why don’t I have a nickname?” I turn my head, just now remembering Leslie is here.
“You want a nickname?” I ask.
“Of course, silly.” She bats her eyelashes, swinging her dark hair over her shoulder.
“Okay, lixivier.”
“Oh, that sounds so hot!” She claps her purple-tipped claws together.
“Oh, it’s definitely something.” I smile down at her. Leslie the leech. I should get paid for this shit.
Monroe
“Roe!” Easton yells as he runs down the hallway, trying to catch up with me.
“Hey, E. No hearts to break this early in the morning?”
He combs his hair with his fingers. “Nah, it’s too early to balance girls on my dick.” I laugh as he winks at me. “So, I hear you’re going away this summer with…” He looks down, a little frustrated. “Jasmine.” Her name is a hiss. I never understood how they could hate each other so much. Jasmine is so extremely nice. Never says bad things about anyone.
