Page 4 of The Fight

When I make it inside, the door doesn’t even get a chance to fall closed behind me. She storms in, forcing herself in front of me. “Care to apologize?”

I look down on her with a smirk. “For?”

“Damn near knocking me off my feet.”

I flash her my teeth. “Oh, no. I don’t think I do.”

Her chin juts upward, another tell. She’s trying to appear bigger than she is. “You think because you just beat some guy bloody, you can just waltz around without a care in the world? Not looking out for people you quite literally tower over?”

“You’re feisty.”

“And you’re a dick.”

“Well,” I start, doing my best not to laugh.So.Fucking. Predictable. “I have one if that’s what you mean. Is that why you’re here—because you want to fuck? ’Cause if not, I have other shit I need to do, and apologizing isn’t one of them.”

I go to move around her, but she counters, sidestepping in front of me. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I place my hands on her shoulders and force her back to the side so I can move to my locker.

“Clearly, your mother didn’t teach you any fucking manners.” It’s an annoyed mumble, but I still hear it loud and fucking clear.

Normally, there isn’t shit anyone can do or say to get me riled up, but the mention of my mom? Yeah… that does it.

I spin on my heel and close the small gap between us in one giant stride. Leaning down, I make it to where we are practically nose to nose. “Excuse me?”

Now, she smiles—wickedly and full of venom. She’s not playing. “You heard me.” She throws my words back at me.

I don’t know what it is, but the fact she isn’t backing down, isn’t running to cower in a corner, turns me on. I don’t know if it’s the methodical smile on her face or the way her chin hasn’t dropped an inch, but the switch from anger to horny flipped. And it flipped really fucking fast.

I stare into her eyes, counting each little golden fleck. Being this close, I’m picking up every little detail I couldn’t see before. She has an edge—an air of arrogance and… something I can’t even grasp.

I watch as her green orbs move from mine down to my lips, then back again. And there it is—that thing I couldn’t pinpoint. She’s playing me at my own game.

Reckless.

Without holding myself back, I give in. Fuck making her chase me, and fuck whatever it is she said. I crush my lips to hers. Cherry and vanilla dance across my tongue as I shove it into her mouth and battle for the dominance she’s trying to take from me. My hands find her cheeks, and I cup them tightly, but still, she doesn’t back down.

Digging her nails into my chest, she pushes me. Our bodies don’t stop moving until my back hits the wall and her front is pressing into me. I move my palms, skating them from her cheeks down to her shoulders, then let them land on her hips. Gripping her, I lift her off her feet and spin, slamming her into the brick wall.

Her legs move up, snaking around my waist, and I let them stay there. I lean into her, using my body to hold her up as I move my hands again and find her wrists. Everything about this is sloppy and messy, fueled by nothing but bullshit anger and adrenaline.

I clasp my fingers around her wrists and raise them above her head, pinning them to the wall. Our teeth clank, our lips continue to fight, and my dick grows rock fucking hard. Her skin is hot against mine and slick with my sweat and blood from my knuckles.

I don’t even know this girl’s name, and already, she’s weaseled her way under my skin. Or maybe that’s just my dick talking. I want to be inside her—no,needto be inside her.

Letting her hands fall, I move back down and anchor my hands to her ribs. I inch my fingers upward, breaking the seal of her top from her skin, never tearing my lips from hers. I manage to cup the underside of her tits before the sound of the door screeching open has her planting her palms on my chest and pushing me away.

Her legs unravel as she falls to her feet and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her chest is heaving, but that malice on her face never falls.

“Am I interrupting?” I don’t have to look to know it’s Austin.

Before I can even answer, she slides across the wall and past him, leaving the locker room quicker than she came in.

CHAPTER FOUR

BLAIR

The morning light filters through the blinds. I’m still in bed, my legs tangled in the sheets, my phone pressed against my ear. I should have been up and getting around by now, but I can’t bring myself to leave my little space of safety.

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