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Jordan turned around. "Since when does Sweets want to fuck you?"
Cross started to laugh. His eyes slid to mine, narrowing slightly before looking back at Jordan. "Since she started fucking guys. I don't know. Forever."
"Did you fuck her?"
Cross looked at me again.
I only smiled. I was waiting for this answer too.
Saturday morning hadn't been our only time together. He'd slipped into my bed the last three nights, coming in through the window. He disappeared when we woke up. We just made sure that was before Channing was up too.
The nights were torturous and drawn out, but so damned good. How we hadn't had sex yet was beyond me. Cross' restraint was both infuriating and amazing.
"No." He pulled his eyes from mine and gave Jordan a dubious look. "I'd never get rid of her."
"But that's you. If I screw her, she won't feel the same about me. One good pound and I'd be in the clear." He clapped a hand on Cross' shoulder. "Thanks, man. I'm going for it this weekend." He looked at me, a plea already in his eyes.
I shook my head. "I'm not taking back my threat."
"I know." He sighed. "But can you try not to threaten her again? At least for this week. Give me a shot?"
I groaned, but nodded. "I'll try to refrain."
"Thanks, B!" He clapped me on the shoulder too before he took off for his class, an extra bounce in his step.
Cross watched him go. "He's like a giant five year old sometimes."
I laughed. "This week's going to suck. I can already feel it."
Cross held the door for me, following me into the class. We both moved toward the last rows of seats, dropping into the closest two.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Tabatha chose that moment to enter the room. A couple football guys followed, along with Monica and another girl on the charity committee Taz had put together. Tabatha looked over, her gaze lingering on me before she slid into her seat. The guys sat closer to us, one of them holding out a fist to Cross.
"Hey, man."
Cross met it with his, nodding and leaning back. Our conversation was done. Normals could hear.
"Hey, Cross." Monica smiled, sliding into the seat behind Tabatha and parallel to him.
Cross looked at her, then to me, and didn't respond.
Tabatha's mouth fell open slightly.
Monica just shrugged. She ducked her head to whisper with Tabatha.
Cross noticed the exchange and turned to me with a questioning look. I shook my head. I'd tell him later.
He kicked his feet up on the book rest of the chair in front of him. The other student didn't seem to mind.
The teacher came in then, with a note in hand. She read it for a moment before looking around to find me. "Bren, you're to go to the office."
I sat up straight, tension filling my shoulders. "Why?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. The note just says to send you there."
My counseling session was tomorrow. I hadn't done anything wrong. The next charity committee meeting wasn't till Thursday. There was no reason for me to go there.
