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I shoulder him out of the way. “Probably white noise, maybe radio static. That’s my theory of what goes on inside of your head.”
He smirks. “So, she does have some fight.” He moves in closer. “I like that, you know, and I like the way you m—” But he doesn’t finish.
“If you don’t back up at least twenty feet, I will fucking kill you.” Mark is tense beside me.
“What?Since when do you care?” he throws over his shoulder to Easton.
Easton’s eyes drills a hole into mine. “Since,” he says calmly, “she’s mine.”
Mark smiles at me. “Pussy must be made of gold to lock that down.” Before he turns on his heel, walking away.
Easton waits for me to get my stuff out. Looming behind me, like a dark shadow. When I turn around, he pushes me up into my locker. I gasp. “Fuck, I missed you,” he says, leaning his forehead to mine, kissing me.
He pulls me to his side, throwing his arm around my shoulders, leading me down the hallway. People begin to whisper; I shrink into him. “Ignore them,” he says into my hair before kissing it.
Maxine and Veronica glare at me as we pass, and I know I’ll have to hold it in today. No way are they getting me into the bathroom alone again.
Arriving in AP English is a relief. Knowing I am going to get to learn and not be stared at is a blessing. Academics, I can do. Being talked about… not so much. Easton turns around in his seat, leaning his veiny arms on my desk. “So, the game this Friday is a home game. I want you there. In my number. Cheering me on.” He doesn’t ask; he simply commands.
“I don’t really do the whole football thing. I’m more of a sit at home and paint and maybe nap kinda girl.” I shrug.
He frowns at me. “How is my girlfriend not going to be at my games?”
I choke on air. “Girlfriend? We didn’t agree to that,” I stutter on my words. My eyes are completely wide. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! Girlfriend?
“I felt like it was pretty obvious.” He rolls his eyes before smiling down at me.
I blush, because he just has a way of setting my skin on fire. This Easton is nothing like the Easton I’ve been getting my whole life. “If you want me to be your girlfriend, you’re going to have to ask me out. Take me on a date. Ask my dad. You know, normal stuff.” Confidence seeps through my pores.
He grins. “Normal stuff? Baby, nothing about this,” he waves between us, “is normal.”
Just then, the teacher comes in, and Easton winks at me, turning to face the front.
I get lost in my studies, ignoring the world around me.
I am going to graduate at the top of my class. I am going to move far, far away and live the life I want. I want to help people, but I also want to paint. I don’t want the bank business. The stupid freaking bank and drug businesses.
Why was I born into this family?
EASTON
Mark and the team are already in the locker room when I walk in. “Hey!” Mark shouts, running a hand through his blond hair. “You going to give up that evidence? Because that’s the only way it counts. Girlfriend or not. A bet is a bet.”
Sighing, I throw my stuff to the bench and change. “It isn’t the deadline yet. I’ll get it to you. Just not right now.” He scowls at me.
Mark is a dirty fucker, and I don’t want him seeing my girl. But what choice do I have? I am not going to lose a bet. Never have, and my senior year will not be the first time. Girlfriend or not, I have to show them. I’d wait until the last fucking day, but I still have to show them.
Practice is shit. I can’t get my head in the game, which results in Coach yelling a whole lot. Really drilling my ass, but I have bigger problems. In the form of a dark and scary dude known as Jackson.
Sighing, I throw my bag into my car, putting it into reverse.
Why does she have to be so proper?
Fucking hell.
* * *
“Let me get this straight. You want me to allow you to date my little girl?” Jackson laughs, holding his stomach, wiping a tear away from his eyes. “After I’ve already caught your ass twice sneaking out of my house? Boy, are you on crack? It’s a genuine question, really. It’s like you forgot who the fuck I am.”
