Page 12 of No Romeo
Wolf shook his head, grabbing his shoulder pads before hopping off the truck. “Come on, psycho.”
I slid off the back end of the truck while Kyle and Lola headed toward the school.
Walking together.
Riding together.
My eye twitched just as Wolf slammed his tailgate.
“I’m not getting your ass out of jail if you beat upStar WarsKyle,” he said, crossing the lot.
“He didn’t pay his donation.” I started after him, watching Kyle dive for the door to hold it open for Lola. “I’m not responsible for what happens if the kid doesn’t want to buy himself insurance.” Not that we went around beating people’s asses for no reason, but Kyle had made it personal when he had tried to help Lola hide her pregnancy from me. Honestly, he was lucky the worst I’d done to him was throw water-filled condoms at him.
“Jesus Christ…” Wolf shook his head before hopping the curb. “You and I both know you won’t do shit to him. He weighs a buck ten. You could breathe too heavily and knock him out. Besides, Lola would—”
I socked him in the gut hard enough he doubled over.
“Seriously, dude?” He coughed.
“Don’t say her name.” I flipped him off and skirted through the doors into the congested hallway. The bang of lockers and squeak of sneakers filled the narrow space, along with the dank smell of weed and body odor.
A few guys froze in the middle of the hallway, staring at me with a look of pure panic.
“Smell that fresh fear.” Wolf sucked in a deep, satisfied breath. “It’s ‘cause they know I’m not gonna rein you in.”
Because Zepp always had. I’d had a permanent case of whiplash from the number of times he had grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me back to keep me from getting into fights.
Wolf patted my back. “See you later, psycho.”
I took my books from my locker and went to Smith’s class, sinking to my seat with an annoyed huff.One by one, the empty chairs filled. By the time Kyle and Lola got into the room, only two desks were left. One right in front of me.
I grinned at Kyle, daring that sack of shit to take the seat.
He glanced at Lola, then squared his shoulders. Swallowing, he aimed his attention at the back wall and started down the aisle like he was being marched down death row. Then he dropped into the chair like a dead fly dropping to a turd.
I waited for him to get situated before I leaned over his shoulder. “What a chivalrous little geek in Darth Vader armor you are.” I kicked the back of his chair.
He visibly tensed, opening his comic book and burying his nose in it.
“You think acting like a little hero is gonna get Lola to ride your dick, Kyle?”
He didn’t respond. Didn’t even take a breath, like he was that guy on the toilet inJurassic Parkwho thought if he just didn’t move, the T-Rex wouldn’t gobble him up.
I put my finger in my mouth, leaned over the desk, then slipped it in his ear. “I said something to you.”
He cringed away. I should have left it alone, but the idea that he had the balls tothinkhe might screw her… it was too much for my demonic ego to swallow.
“You know I fucked her, so if you ever try to stick your tongue in my girl—” I bit the inside of my cheek at that slip-up. She wasn’t mine— “you may as well be sucking my cock.”
I glanced to the side of the classroom where Lola had taken a seat, thrilled when I found her glaring at me. Was I petty? Abso-fucking-lutely. I waved at her, placing a heavy hand on Kyle’s shoulder. “Is that what it is, Kyle? You want to suck my dick?”
“N-no?”
I lifted a brow. “That didn’t sound so sure to me.”
His cheeks went red, his little nerd anger brewing to the point he crinkled the corner of his comic book. “Lola doesn’t want to suck it, either!” His eyes went wide like he was shocked he’d actually said it before he slapped a hand over his mouth.
The bully in me delighted in this crap. “Has your hopeful little dick suddenly made you grow the pair of balls I’m about to rip off and shove up your ass?”
