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Lola took one step out of the stall before she froze.
Kyle stood by the sink, a damp paper towel to his forehead, his mouth gaping as his beady, four-eyed gaze shifted from her soiled T-shirt to my exposed semi-hard dick.Fucking sucks, doesn’t it? You shriveled up Jabba the Hutt?
I jerked my chin before fisting my dick and milking one last drop from it. “‘Sup, Sleeping Beauty?”
He puffed his inhaler before making an about-face to the wall. I snorted at the orange patches of pasta sauce covering the back of hisStar Warstank top.
Lola went to the sink and splashed water on her shirt, huffed, then knotted it to hide the stain. Without so much as a backward glance, she latched onto Kyle’s arm and dragged him out the door with her.
If he wasn’t fucking her before, he definitely wouldn’t be now… No one in the school would.
Chapter8
LOLA
Kyle and I walked from the restroom in silence.
It wasn’t until we rounded a wall of lockers that I glanced at him, noticing he still looked a little pale. “Are you okay?”
He nodded. “Passing out is my defense mechanism.” Like a possum playing dead. “Are you and Hendrix…?”
“What? No!”
“But it sounded like—”
“It sounded like a moment of weakness, Kyle. That’s all.” A stupid, blissful, horrible moment of weakness.
The second Hendrix kissed me, everything went to shit. One kiss led to me coming on his fingers and him coming on my favorite shirt in a dirty men’s restroom. The same way he’d probably done with half the girls in this school since I’d left.
Hendrix and I had screwed in the theatre, the locker rooms, and even in detention that we gotforscrewing in the restroom. But never, not once, until now, had I felt degraded or ashamed.
I followed Kyle back to the cafeteria, ignoring the whispers and stares of everyone who undoubtedly knew I had just become the latest notch on Hendrix Hunt’s belt.
Never again. This could never happen again, even if I wanted it to. Even when every fiber of me craved him. And if the rumors were to be believed, he wouldn’t be back for seconds, anyway.
My encounter in the restroom with Hendrix haunted me throughout my entire evening shift at The Squealing Hog—not that I didn’t enjoy it. It had been literal years since I’d had anything other than a self-induced orgasm, and nothing could compare to Hendrix. Nothing. But that didn’t justify my monumental error in judgment. I’d had every intention of staying far, far away from him when I came back here, and that was for a reason. I couldn’t give in to him, and it was very hardnotto give in, as proven today.
I was halfway through cutting the pan of lemons I’d been assigned as closing work when Chad slid into the booth across from me. His golden-blond hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin were all very shiny, Barrington. If Hendrix could have a polar opposite, it was Chad Lancaster.
He passed a brown envelope across the surface, exchanging it for my chopping board and knife.
“What’s this?” I asked.
He took a lemon and quartered it. “Gracie’s school picture.”
Emotion welled up my throat. I didn’t dare look because I knew I’d cry. “Thanks,” I whispered. I didn’t want to like Chad or trust him, but he made it kind of hard.
“I didn’t mean to be an insensitive ass the other day. I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you and Gracie.” He let out a sigh when I remained silent. “My mom asked if you want to come to dinner Friday. I know you probably don’t—”
“Your mom wants me to come to dinner?” I struggled to believe it.
Sure, they fostered Gracie. Whether it was out of the goodness of their hearts, to keep up appearances, or just pure charity, I wasn’t sure, but I knew such charity only extended to cute little kids. Not Dayton-trash teenagers.
His gaze softened as it met mine. “You’re Gracie’s sister. Of course, she wants you to come.”
I was shady as hell, but I would do anything to spend time with Gracie. Anything. “Okay.”
“Great. I’ll tell her.” He grinned that rich boy, megawatt smile, and I was already dreading it.
