Ruthless knight

Cole

Sawyer hasn’t spoken to me since yesterday. 

Given she has a lot on her plate with school, work, church shit, and tutoring Oakley, I wouldn’t take it so personally…if she wasn’t going out of her way to actively avoid me. 

People are starting to notice. 

Sliding my phone out of my pocket, I shoot her a text. 

Cole: You’re ignoring me. 

I’m stu

Sawyer: Wow, you don’t miss a thing. Gold star for you. 

Swallowing my pride, I do something I never do. 

I apologize. 

Cole: For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about yesterday. You’re right. Your weight is none of my business. 

Sawyer: Thank you. 

I watch as the dots appear and disappear before they appear again. 

Sawyer: I accept your apology. 

Good, now maybe she’ll accept something else I want to give her. 

Cole: However, as your boyfriend I feel you should know it would be a shame if anything were to happen to your ass and tits. 

Cole: Well, any of your body parts. 

Sawyer: Jesus, Covington. Are you moonlighting for the mob? 

Yeah, that came out wrong. 

Before I can tell her what I meant, she shoots me another text. 

Sawyer: Look, I already accepted your apology. You don’t need to go overboard and spew a bunch of lies to make the fat girl feel better about herself. I appreciate the effort, but really. I’m good. 

That’s not what I was doing. 

Cole: Are you always so defensive when someone tries to give you a compliment? 

Sawyer: Only when it’s you. 

Cole: How come?

It feels like an eternity before she responds. 

Sawyer: Because we both know you don’t have an honest bone in your body. 

The growing boner in my pants disagrees. 

Cole: Trust me, I have a very honest bone, and he wants inside you.

Cole: But he’ll settle for other stuff if he has to. 

Sawyer: Do you always talk about your cock in third person? It’s a little weird. 

Cole: Do you always deflect whenever the topic of sex comes up between us? 

Sawyer: I’m not deflecting. I’m just not interested in hooking up with you. Thanks for the offer though. 

Cole: We both know that’s a lie. 

Sawyer: Whatever eases the sting and helps you sleep at night, champ. 

I clench my teeth. 

Cole: We have chemistry. Lots of it. 

Sawyer: Yoko and John had chemistry too. Look how well that worked out for them. 

I have no clue who those people are. 

Cole: Who?

Sawyer: Are you kidding? The Beatles. 

Cole: I’m sorry. I only listen to music from the last decade. 

Sawyer: And that’s another reason we’d never work. You wouldn’t know great music if it crawled out of your laptop and slapped your big head. 

We’ll have to agree to disagree on that…but I’m not above compromise. 

Cole: If I start listening to The Beatles will you hook up with me? 

Sawyer: No. But I’ll have a lot more respect for your taste in music. Also, since we’re on the subject of music, you should add some Nick Jonas to your collection. 

I’d rather chew my arm off. 

Cole: That won’t be happening. Ever. 

Sawyer: Your loss. He’s my soulmate…he just doesn’t know it yet. 

In that case, he won’t mind me stealing you away.

Cole: You’re deflecting again. 

Sawyer: Deflecting what?

Frustrated, my hand tightens around my phone. 

Cole: Sex. 

Sawyer: That’s because we won’t be having any. Ever. 

I try a different approach. 

Cole: I’d be willing to wait until you’re ready. For the sex. 

Sawyer: Awesome. How does forever sound?

Cole: Come on, Bible Thumper. You’re human, right? Don’t you have needs? Not necessarily for sex, since you don’t know what you’re missing. But you know…other stuff. 

Sawyer: Awe. I appreciate your concern, but once again. I’m good. 

Cole: Who?

Sawyer: Who what?

Cole: If your needs are being met, I deserve to know who the person meeting them is, goddammit. 

Bianca’s words from Christian’s party a few weeks ago hits me like a brick to the head, but before I can ask, my phone lights up. 

Sawyer: You’re talking to her. 

If I wasn’t hard before…I definitely am now. 

My cock twitches as visions of Sawyer playing with herself zip through my mind. 

Fuck, I’m so horny I could rip the classroom door off its hinges. 

Cole: Do you use anything?

Sawyer: Did you fall asleep during sex ed? I don’t need to use protection when I flick the bean. 

I’m about to tell her that’s not what I meant, but her next text takes me by surprise. 

Sawyer: But since you’re so concerned, I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen, so don’t worry your little heart about it. 

Cole: I thought you were a virgin. 

Sawyer: I am. 

Cole: Then why are you on birth control? 

Sawyer: Not that it’s any of your business, but I have terrible periods. Is there anything else you’d like to ask me? Blood type? DNA results? Perhaps my social security number? 

Cole: Do you use your fingers or a vibrator?

My heart pounds in my chest. It feels like every ounce of blood in my body is rushing down south. 

Hell, at this point she’d barely have to touch me.  

Sawyer: That was rhetorical. Not an invitation, you perv.

Cole: I bet you’re so fucking tight. 

Sawyer: Sorry. G2G. Unlike you, I actually like to pay attention to what’s going on in class.  

I’m not letting her off so easy. 

Cole: Fingers, I bet. But only one…because you’re still a good little girl saving herself for Jesus.   

Sawyer: And I’ve officially checked out of this conversation. 

I haven’t. 

Cole: You probably wake up in the middle of the night with your hand inside your panties, feeling so wet and horny you could scream. Wishing someone was around to ease the ache. Someone who would lick and suck your little clit until you came all over his face.   

She doesn’t respond, but it doesn’t stop me from sending my next text. 

Cole: Last night you got me off. 

Sawyer: I beg your fucking pardon, jackass. I did no such thing. 

Cole: Ah, but you did. You were all I could think about as I jerked it. Those nice full lips stretched around my dick, sucking me deep and fast while I played with your big titties…right before I shot my load all over them. 

Sawyer: I don’t even know how to respond to that. 

Cole: It was so fucking good, Sawyer. So fucking hot. You were perfect.