Page 50 of House of Pain
Coming closer to him, Alecto forced a tight-lipped smile. Blaze’s muscles tensed. Alecto didn’t give him a moment to prepare as she pushed him back into the locker door, placing a palm over his chest.
Blaze’s moon-pale skin was hot under her touch.
Alecto bit her lower lip, bringing her lips to his, and it was very hard for her not to laugh at the sudden frightened expression on Blaze’s face as she pressed her mouth to his.
It wasn’t a kiss. Not really.
Alecto nipped at his lower lip, dragging it through her teeth before pulling away.
The expression on Blaze’s face was priceless—fear mixed with shock, mixed with something darker. Something Alecto had seen twice before when he looked at her.
With a smirk, Alecto pulled away, smacking a wet kiss on Andro’s cheek before turning to walk out of the locker room, Jolene right behind her.
Let Blaze think Alecto came here driven by what had happened between them. She needed him distracted, and while she was sure Blaze hated her, for whatever reason, there was also something else there. Something she would need to figure out if she wanted to win.
“Did you put the amulet where you need it?” Jolene asked the moment they stepped outside the locker room.
Alecto nodded. “Blaze will have the worst game of his fucking life, and he won’t even know what hit him.”
“That motherfucker is due some good old humbling if you ask me,” Jolene teased, bumping Alecto’s shoulder as they left the building and walked onto the rockey field. “I just hope he doesn’t find out it was you.”
Alecto didn’t answer. She couldn’t tell Jolene that Alecto would do everything in her power so that Blaze knew it was her who fucked with his performance tonight. How else will he know not to mess with her?
Alecto and Jolene walked over to the bleachers on the left side of the field. Most of the benches were already occupied, the whole student body gathered to watch the game.
Finally, at the very top, they found two seats empty. A few feet away from the bleachers, Venefica’s coach stood by the team’s benches.
A few familiar faces already lingered around the rockey boards, and Alecto noticed a few more faces of students who were not on the team last year. Finally, Andro and Blaze appeared from the building, striding towards their boards.
When Blaze reached the benches, the coach leaned over and whispered something. Blaze only gave a curt nod before walking over to his board at the very end of the line.
One by one, the team stepped on their boards, securing their feet with leather straps, and then Blaze glided through the air towards the middle of the field, where another team was already waiting. Barely a moment later, the referee’s whistle pierced the air, and a round white ball rose up, Blaze and another skinny guy gliding towards it.
Under any other circumstances, at any other rockey game, Blaze would have surely caught the ball and be gliding away towards their opponents’ gates, passing the ball to Andro so he could score mere moments after the game started.
But today wasn’t a usual day.
Blaze whizzed through the air, pushing his opponent away with his shoulder. But the moment the ball reached his fingertips, Blaze lost it, letting it fall to the grass beneath their feet.
Alecto couldn’t hold the smile in at the look of utter confusion on Blaze’s face or the way his eyebrows scrunched when Andro glided over to him. Blaze only shrugged, rushing away towards their opponents.
“Oh, he’s going to kill you if he finds out,” Jolene said, laughing.
Alecto flashed her a devious smile. “Let him try.”
It was almost hard watching Blaze losing the ball over and over again.
Almost.
He deserved it. He more than deserved it for purposely getting Alecto detention. He deserved it for all those times he played with Alecto, teasing her in order to humiliate her. He deserved it for making her come so hard she could see fucking stars.
Yeah, he got what was coming to him.
After each game, there was a party hosted in the field next to the rockey field, with the whole faculty and all of the students celebrating the win. Well, tonight, the party was still on, but it celebrated anything but a win.
Alecto rolled her glass of bubbly wine between her fingers as she stood by Val’s and Jolene’s sides, completely ignoring the conversation as her eyes searched the field.
She was looking for him. Alecto needed to see his face, the battled look of defeat. Her heart was hammering hard with anticipation and fear. Fear of what would happen when Blaze realized it was her who fucked up his game.
