See No Evil

I’m not like East, who can say something witty and sarcastic at the drop of a hat to break the ice with perfect strangers. I don’t have Colt’s panty-melting smile or his cockiness that women naturally seem mesmerized by. And I sure as hell am no Lincoln Hamilton, whose name alone is enough to open a dialogue and gain genuine interest.

I’m just me—blunt, always in his head, occasionally crude, me.

And right now, being me doesn’t seem like it’s going to cut it.

“You lost again, pretty boy?” Stone asks, finally slicing through the deafening silence, with a cock to her brow and a teasing smirk on her lips.

“Why aren’t you in class?” I hear myself grunt at her, rather than using her little taunt to my advantage and starting a normal conversation with her.

“Excuse me? What concern is that of yours?”

“Just answer the fucking question, Stone. Why the fuck aren’t you in class?”

She slants her eyes and tries to bypass me without answering. But before she’s able to escape, I hover over her, making her eat back her steps until she’s leaning against her ugly-ass truck with nowhere to go. Only this time, no one can see her short skirt and her tempting boobs with my bulky frame covering her like a big-ass shadow.

“You know, for a big guy, you sure don’t have a lot stocked up in that huge head of yours. You’re seconds away from my knee slamming into your junk if you don’t step out of my personal space,” she states sweetly, deepening her southern twang to make her sound all respectable-like.

The amused glint in her eye tells me she’s anything but, and would love nothing more than to kick me in the nutsack and have me fall down into the fetal position at her feet. I don’t know why, but instead of heeding her warning, I lean in closer until my face is a breath away from hers, close enough to feel her heart pounding against mine.

“Don’t act cute, little girl. Why did you ditch?”

She rolls her eyes and lets out an exaggerated long exhale.

“I didn’t ditch, asshole. My ethics professor decided to play a no-show today. He sent everyone in my class an email this morning telling us as much. Happy now?” she explains, waving her hand between us and forcing me to step aside.

But I’m not done.

“Do you always come to school wearing a getup like what you’ve got on? Are you allergic to clothes that actually fit you, or something?”

She bats her eyes at me, placing her middle finger across her succulent, red-painted lips, and blows me a kiss.

“Fuck you, quarterback. Don’t like what you see, then don’t look,” she counters coolly, before pushing my chest away to gain her precious space back.

She’s not strong enough to actually move me from my rooted spot, but I take three steps back just the same.

“It’s been real, pretty boy. But let’s not make this a common occurrence, yeah?” she singsongs, swaying her hips left to right with her middle finger still up in the air as her parting wave.

I let out a scoff, but my eyes linger on her juicy ass just a few minutes longer.

Okay, so maybe I didn’t do much better at befriending her today than I did last Sunday night, but it could have gone a whole lot worse. Any other girl would have freaked if I showed up out of the blue and got all up in her face. However, I highly doubt a girl like Stone Be

So, even though it didn’t go the way I pla

I just hope The Society sees it the same way.