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“People are starting to stare,” I hiss into his ear.
“Then we should give them a better show.”
I slap his shoulder. “I have to go to class.”
He painstakingly removes his mouth. “I’ll walk you.”
I start to nod but notice the group is still ogling us. “Show’s over. Nothing to see here.”
A few girls snicker.
“Ignore them,” he whispers.
Easy for Cole to say. Their contempt isn’t directed at him.
I’m about to start walking, but Casey and her squad saunter past us. “Shit.”
“We’re go
“I vote later.”
My anxiety eases when they prance on by, not bothering to spare either of us a second glance. “I don’t think she saw—”
The words die in my throat when she tilts her head. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds, pig.”
More laughter. More stares.
Tiny beads of sweat dot my forehead. I can’t do this.
Cole narrows his eyes at her. “You know what they say…a rough draft comes before a masterpiece.”
She taps her lips with her finger, pretending to think. “Fu
A few people gasp.
“Burn,” some guy calls out.
My stomach clenches. Cole’s not the kind to be one-upped by anyone…let alone Casey.
Dimples on full display, Cole says, “And I don’t recall ever giving a fuck.”
Casey would have won their little showdown…if it wasn’t for the hurt look on her face and the slight tremble of her lower lip.
Her crew swarms around her in a protective cocoon as they amble toward the building.
“You don’t need that asshole.”
“She’s so fat.”
“You should skip tonight’s game and fuck Todd again.” This from Bianca.
“He so downgraded, girl.”
I hate the weird feeling burrowing in my chest.
The one telling me I’m the one in the wrong.
“This was a bad idea.”
“Why?” Cole hikes a thumb behind him. “Because of Casey?” He snorts. “Trust me. She’s fine. This is her M.O. If she’s losing, she’ll settle for the sympathy vote instead. Besides, she’s the one who cheated on me, remember?”
“Yeah. But unlike you, I also remember when you cheated on her.” I shoulder my backpack. “I don’t feel very good about this, Cole. She’s obviously hurting.”
“She’s manipulating.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s why she was baiting me before.”
I don’t understand what he means. “Baiting you? How?”
“Come on, Bible Thumper. I thought you were smarter than this.” His features grow taut. “When she made the comment about me never making her come, she was expecting me to stand there and tell everyone just how hard I used to make her cream my dick in front of you to get under your skin.”
If that’s the case, she succeeded. I hate the way my insides twist with the imagery.
“Why would that bother me?” I say aloud. “We’re fake dating.”
“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that.”
“Right.”
He grips both my shoulders. It’s a move that highlights the height difference between us.
“If this is go
I never make a promise I’m not sure I can keep. “I’ll try my best.” I look at my watch and wince. “We’re late for homeroom.”
He holds out his hand. “Let’s go.”
Reluctantly, I take it.
“Can I ask you something?” I whisper, making sure we’re out of earshot as we walk under the overhang.
It’s something that’s been nagging at me ever since I agreed to be his girlfriend.
“Shoot.”
“If Cortland wins the bet, he gets your car, right?”
“He’s not wi
“Okay, fine. Then when you win, what do you get?”
There’s an arrogant gleam in his eyes. “To pop your cherry.”