Page 32 of Broken

Regardless of all that, the school was pumped, especially our crew. We were playing our rival team tonight for the game. Jet had recruiters coming to watch, and Izzy was excited to be up for homecoming queen. Something I was more than happy to let her do without me.

Like the outfit she’d talked me into today. Okay, that was a lie. We looked hot.

“How did I let you talk me into this?” I teased her anyway.

Izzy rolled her eyes. “Um, because we’re twins, so it doesn’t kill you to match at least a little with me sometimes. If we can’t do it ontwin day, then what even are we?”

Point.I held back a smirk, giving her a fake sarcastic nod instead.

“Besides, youalsoknow Jet finds you freaking irresistible in his jersey. Or was thatnotthe best sex y’all had had yet the last time you wore it?” She teased with a wink, but I didn’t even care. I smiled just at the memory.

“Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

We stopped at our lockers to change out our books, and Izzy took a minute to fix her hair in the mirror. She’d done some kind of wavy, fancy pigtail thing with black and red ties, while mine was done in a messy bun. I wasnotwearing pigtails. But I at least threw a red scrunchie over it.

Izzy adjusted her jersey, pulling it back as the large mum Tucker had gotten her tugged at where she had it pinned, Texas football tradition at its finest. Jet had gotten me a small one to wear on my arm. The other would have driven me crazy. That and the jersey she had on. Tucker had insisted she wear one of his basketball jerseys, digging one from last season out of his closet. It swamped her, requiring a black crop top underneath to not show off her bra or any inappropriate skin. She had us both tie our jerseys in a knot at our waists.

Black shorts and red shoes and we were done. Except I was planning to add black stripes to my cheeks for the game.

I face planted into my locker when someone checked the back of my shoulder.

“Oops. Sorry.” Lisa sneered as she passed by.

Izzy shot her a look and then touched my shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I grit my teeth, inwardly reminding myself that if I fought at school, that equaled some consequences I didnotwant on my record. I hadn’t cared in the bathroom. There weren’t any cameras in there.

“What’s wrong?” Jet asked, coming up behind me. He slid his arm around my waist, pulling my back against his chest.

“Lisa,” Izzy answered.

“What?”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. She’s just bitter that she didn’t get away with her shit. I hope she goes to the game tonight. I’d love to see the look on her face when she sees Tucker escorting you during halftime, sis.”

Izzy took out a book and shut her locker. “Don’t make it dirty like that. I don’t even want to think about Lisa tonight. She doesn’t matter.”

“Damn straight, she doesn’t.” Tucker appeared behind her. “You ready?” Izzy nodded and gave us a wave before leaving under Tucker’s arm.

“You sure you’re okay?” Jet asked. “You feel tense. Love you in my jersey, by the way.” He tugged at the sleeve, and the corner of my mouth quirked up.

“I know. And yeah, I’m fine. I’ll get over it.”

He leaned in, nuzzling his nose behind my ear. “Need some help?” I peered at him over my shoulder. “This is your study hall, right?”

“Yes…” I dragged out the word, eyeing him. Jet just smirked.

“Come on.”

He grabbed my hand, leading me out the doors to the courtyard, and we hurried along the sidewalks, slipping into one of the other buildings just as the bell rang. Doors closed down the hall for tardies, and my heart raced, never one to miss class.

“The dead zone?” I whispered, shocked at what we were doing. Jet gave me a devilish grin, those blue eyes and dimples meltingmy heart and killing me from within. My panties were already wet just from his smile.

“Come on.” We darted into one of the last rooms at the end of the hall that were overflow, never used since the new building had been added a few years back, and Jet shut the door behind us.

“Are we seriously doing th–”

Jet spun me around before I could finish, pressing my back against the wall, and covered my mouth with his. I moaned, sagging against the wall as his arms caged me in. His kiss was deep. Possessive. Yet sweet and playful, just like him, and I melted between the nips to my lips and the delving of his tongue.

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