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He turns back fast, a predator ready to pounce on his prey.

“Baby, I wish I could tell you,” he says, stepping between my legs and pulling me into his body. “There is so much going on. I... why him? I thought we...”

“Laughn, I don’t conform to what people expect. I learned a long time ago that life is too short to waste on what ifs. What happened between me and Boston... does it mean anything? No.”

“He marked you,” he whispers, running his fingers along the bite.

“Did you want to mark me too?”

Laughn’s head whips to the opposite side of my body, long fingers pulling my school blouse aside. His head darts down and his teeth dig into a spot on my shoulder, just above my clavicle. I hiss at the initial pain as he sucks my skin, but I tilt my neck, allowing him to continue to put his own mark on my body. The trickle of blood rolling down my chest causes goosebumps to line my arms.

He’s the first to break contact and by then I’m panting from the heat pooling between my legs.

“Every time I mark you, everyone will know it was me.” Laughn cleans up the blood with his fingers before sliding them into his mouth.

I’m transfixed by his actions. The sexual tension between us is off the charts and has me wanting to drag him out of school and have my wicked way with him.

When the bell rings to indicate form class is over, we both head back inside. Laughn links our fingers and pulls me into the office to get our late slips for skipping. Once we have the papers, we walk hand in hand to the gym for assembly. Kids scramble to move out of Laughn’s way—everyone except the four guys watching us approach.

None of them say anything as Laughn takes his seat, furthest from Davis. I’m pulled onto Laughn’s lap, and he wraps his tattooed arms around my waist. I melt into his chest, resting my head on his right shoulder, my hair cutting off the view of the other guys. Case sits closest to us, his hand resting on my knee. He doesn’t move it up; it just rests there as the principal addresses the students.

“When are you going to let me defile you?” Laughn whispers in my ear as I stare towards the front of the room.

A small smile tilts my lips.

“I want to leave a road map on your body, so every time you look in the mirror, you will remember where I have been,” he continues, and I squeeze my thighs together, ready to ask if he wants to ditch school.

“Fuck, Laughn. She isn’t one of your whores whose pussy you can just wreck with your cock. Maybe let her see that thing before she agrees to anything,” Case snaps, a mixture of jealousy and annoyance lacing his tone.

“Jealous of my cock now?” Laughn teases.

“Case Chambers, care to share what you are talking about with your entire cohort?” the principal sharply questions.

“Sure,” Case answers and stands up with a smirk. The principal looks just as shocked as half of the students, who are all now glancing our way. “Laughn wants to defile the new girl,so I was telling him that before he does, he should show it to her. Honestly, sir, if you think his face is fucked up, you should see his cock.”

The principal looks as mad as a cut snake, the vein in his neck protruding, and I’m waiting for steam to pour from his nostrils. Case pushes past us and storms out the emergency exit, setting off the alarms on the door. Everybody is directed to leave the gym and head to their first class.

“I’m going to find Case,” I announce to no one in particular. Boston gives me his nod of approval—not that I needed it.

I wander outside and spot Case lighting a cigarette, right beside a No Smoking sign. Seeing him in his uniform is so different to seeing him in his ripped jean shorts, loose singlet shirts, and chunky rings. He really is the poster boy for a 90s grunge band.

“So...” I say as I approach, and he hands me a pack of smokes. I take them and look into his green eyes, reaching up to tuck his fringe behind his ear.

“So,” he repeats.

“Care to share what the hell happened in there?”

He leans back against the building, blowing smoke in my direction. “We just found something we lost a long time ago, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

Case flicks his smoke to the ground, and I stomp on it. “You all have your knickers in a twist because you found something you lost? It must have been something pretty fucking special to have you all acting this wound up.”

Case snorts, pulling me to his body. “You have no idea. Special doesn’t even begin to explain it.”

I run my finger over the tattoo on his jawbone. I want to ask why he has the word “checkmate” tattooed on his face, but decide it’s better to leave it for another day.

Chapter Sixteen

Jolie

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