says as he walks over to me.
I know he's
going to try to give me a hug so I dodge him and head for the hallway. “I'm
going to be late!” I quickly race upstairs and finish my yogurt in three
heaping spoonful’s before entering my room and grabbing my backpack.
When I turn
around, I find Noah waiting for me and I shoot him a dirty look. “Stop
following me around!”
“Why didn't
you tell me last night about Paige?”
“When was I
supposed to? Before or after you accused me of cutting myself?”
Frustration
flickers across his face. “I know you're mad at me—”
“What clued you
in?” I cut in before I brush past him and head down the hall, not bothering to
look back at him.
***
The rest of
my day is a bit of a nightmare. Everywhere I turn at school, I expect to see
Blake and Paige making out either in front of my locker or by the window at the
end of our hallway. Not only do I have to deal with their absence but I also
have to tolerate the stares and whispers I receive from the rest of the
students.
At lunch it
is just me and Cole and instead of going to Blackie's, we go to a fast food
restaurant. He tries to get me to skip with him because he knows I am on edge,
but I force myself to stay at school.
By the time
the end of the day rolls around, I am jittery and my nerves are raw as I shut
my locker door. When I turn around, I see Cole making his way through the
crowd, his green eyes on me. He walks up and his eyes have a knowing glint in
them. “Ethan's probably gone. Wanna go get fucked up together?”
“Sounds like
a plan to me,” I say as I slip my hand in his.
We make our
way down the hall together and as people move out of our way, I feel a bit of
eagerness trickle into my veins. I'm looking forward to hours of getting high
or drunk with Cole.
Right now,
that is exactly what I need.
When we
reach the parking lot and pause near my car, Cole leans down and gives me a
hard kiss. His hands creep down my lower back towards my ass and his hips press
into mine deliberately. I know exactly what he wants and I'm all for it. “I'll
meet you there,” I promise when our lips finally pull apart. He gives me a
heated look before he turns and strides across the parking lot towards his
motorcycle.
Cole manages
to make it out of the school parking lot first and by the time I reach his
house on the other side of town, he's leaning against the front door on the
porch, waiting. I quickly get out of my car and head up the stairs. He
immediately slips an arm around me as he opens the door and we step inside. The
second the door shuts, Cole's mouth is on mine as he presses me up against the
now closed door. His lips are demanding and I like it. I'm so ready to
forget all the drama in my life.
My hands
lift to his hair as I kiss him back while he grabs the hem of my shirt—yanking
at it impatiently. I have no choice but to pull back and lift my arms as he
pulls my shirt over my head. He tosses the shirt aside before his arms wrap
around me and he shifts me towards the living room, his lips fastened on mine
as I walk backwards. The only thing I can think of is the feel of his body and
how it would feel rubbing against mine. His shirt needs to go and I tug at it.
He quickly
discards it, tossing it aside carelessly before his hands are on my waist and
he's pushing me backwards toward the couch. The kiss has turned frantic with
anticipation as my hands run over his chest and down towards his belt
buckle. Much to my surprise, Cole breaks the kiss and promptly turns me
around so my back is to him. I blink with surprise when I find that we are
standing at the back of the couch.
“Bend over,”
Cole says from behind me.
“Bend over?”
I echo before I turn my head to look back at him. “Seriously?”
He gives me
a wicked grin and starts unbuckling his belt.
Oh, he's
serious all right.
I have a
moment of hesitation before I shrug it off and lean over the couch. This is
definitely new. I hear the rustle of