Page 95 of Craved By Lust

“Oh, was that yours?” She cocks her head to the side and one of her cronies picks it up and she dangles it between her fingers. I go to take it but she drops it again, further cracking my already cracked screen.

Jessica, you cannot fight! Jessica, you cannot fight you! Jessica, you cannot fight! Jessica, you cannot fight! Jessica, you cannot fight! Jessica, you cannot fight!

The words play in my head like a broken record, but the anger I feel makes me grit my teeth…

“Pick it the fuck up!” I point to my phone and buck, making her whimper and swipe it up before I snatch it from her. “Now getthe fuck out of my face before I stomp you into this ground,” I sneer and she scampers off.I see this is going to be a problem. Frank, where the hell are you?!

No, fuck that! Why am I asking where my man is when I can go check on him?

I glance at my broken phone and see I still have about a good hour before the meet up. I already have my bag, so if I make a quick visit to his house and check on him….fuck, but I don’t have my car…I Uber’d to school.

Groaning, I see Duval of all people pull up and get out of his car. I throw my head back and groan, but still, I need to check on Frank. It’s worth putting my pride to the side….maybe.

Swallowing, I make my way over to him, kind of thrown off by the peaceful look on his face as he leans back against his car, wind caressing his body while whistling beautifully. I’m so enthralled I just follow the tune until I hear him clear his throat.

Shit.

“Do you need something?” he speaks with less ire in his voice than usual, surprising me. Still, I put my guard up but lower it just a tad bit to will myself to ask for help.

“Hey, I know this is fucked up for me to ask, but can you give me a ride to my boyfriend’s house? He’s not feeling well and…” I trail off, thinking how stupid this is when his pretty browneyes go wide. “You know what? Never mind.” I turn on my heel, but he catches my arm with a strong ass grab, though I’m not surprised by his strength.He’s not our quarterback for no reason.

“I’ll do it,” he voices, and again, in a way that does not sound cold or harsh at all, making me turn around and shrug my bag on my shoulder, wondering if I heard wrong.

“You will… what?” I ask, cocking my head to the side, knowing I heard wrong.

“I’ll help you… I’ll take you to see your boyfriend,” he states and I snatch my arm back, narrowing my eyes at him, not trusting him. I shake my head and back away, but he takes my hand again. I try to snatch off, but his grip is powerful as hell.

“Get your hands off me or I’ma beat your mothterfuckingass,” I grit out so mad I can’t even breathe in between the last words.

“Sorry,” he apologizes and holds up his hands. “But I’m serious. I’ll help you.”

“Why?” I curl my lip, knowing I’m shameless, but honestly, if something is too good to be true, that’s usually the case.

“Because you asked,” he states pointedly, and I take a step back. Something tells me to run from him until I glance down at my phone and see I only have fifty minutes until we have to be at the bus. I won’t see Frank for two and a half days if he doesn’t cometo the game.Of course, he’ll come to the game! You only have to ask, Jessica!

I chew my lip and look at Duval as he stands there, and I sigh, resigned.

“Fine… thank you,” I grumble, yanking his car open, and slamming it. I know I should be grateful and not be acting so shameless, but I’m not about to show not a nah nigga a weakness. I’ll take this ride and then I’ll send his ass a thank you card or some shit. However, a bitch not about to be buddy buddy with him.

Once on the road, I can feel him staring at me, and though it pisses me off, I don’t say anything.

“So you?—”

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Got it. Damn, the Arctic Beauty allegations are on point.” He keeps driving, and I say nothing uncaring because I’m nottryingto break from those in the first place.

When we pull up to the building, I hop out and almost leave my bag, but I think better of it.

“Wait here,” I tell him, grabbing my bag.

“You can leave your stuff. You’ll be faster without it.”

“No thank you,” I shake my head and go over to the elevator.

Duval is the type of slimy mother fucker who’d take off with my shit and dump it. Not only would I miss the game, but a bitch would be kicked from the team.Nope. I’on trust no nigga but my man.

Just in case, I call an Uber to pick me up. It might make me a little late, but it’s better than missing my flight entirely.

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