Page 18 of Sinful as They Come
“Sawyer!”
“Huh?”
“Give it back!”
“Give what back?”
“God, maybe if you did your homework you wouldn’t have to resort tocheating.” She said the last word like it was the most scandalous thing a person could ever do.
Eyes stuck on her quiz, I just shrugged. “I didn’t have time to read the book.”
“There was no book. It was a short story and it was only forty pages long and I’m not surprised you didn’t read it because you were probably too busy setting a car on fire behind a 7-Eleven!”
Snorting, I met her eyes for a second. “Is that what you think I do in my spare time?”
“Maybe. I don’t care. Give it back!”
“Brodie said you let him copy off your quiz in French class.”
She scoffed. “Brodie’s nice. Brodie’s my friend.”
Eyes moving up to meet hers again, I gave her a little wince. “He told me he hates you.”
“Shut up. No, he didn’t.”
“He told me he thinks you’re a huge pain in the ass.”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh. Give me my quiz back.”
“Told me he’s never met anyone so fuckin’ annoying. I said I’ve been dealing with that little brat for the last nine years, imagine how I feel.”
“Yeah, I’m sure this is a real conversation that took place. Can I have my quiz back please?” She was using her manners too, but not a single word came out sounding sweet or polite.
“Hey, Sawyer,” I heard Owen whisper to me from my side, leaning over in his chair towards me. “What’d she get for the last one?”
“Owen!” Holly snapped. “Don’t encourage him.”
Owen shrugged as I held up Holly’s quiz, letting him get a good look at her answers. “Help a guy out!” he said. “You always do good on quizzes.”
Finally giving up, Holly gave me a big roll of her eyes. She spun back around, head shaking. “Whatever. Cheat. I don’t care.”
“Thanks, man,” Owen said, giving me a slap to the shoulder – thankfully not my sore one – before he went back to his own quiz.
Mrs. Edwards had yet to show up and I figured whoever she had busted inthe hallway had been dragged over to see the principal, so she was probably busy with that. Scribbling down the rest of Holly’s answers, I finally tossed the paper over her shoulder, giving her my test instead of hers.
“Thank you,” she said, voice drenched with sarcasm. But then she scoffed dramatically when she realized what I had done, spinning back around with fire in those Bambi eyes. I was pretty sure she never looked at anyone else like that. Her hand slammed to my desk, grabbing her quiz back and throwing my own one at me. “Disgusting handwriting,” she muttered at me before turning back around.
I chuckled lowly. She just made it too damn easy to get under her skin.
Chapter 6
HOLLY
I couldn’t wait until the clock struck three. Because then I could go home and get ready for the game and cheer my heart out for my boyfriend, and then spend the rest of the night in his big arms. I also couldn’t wait until I graduated, because then I wouldn’t have to deal with the thing behind me kicking my chair.
“Would you sit still?” I whispered harshly. It was hard to concentrate with Sawyer’s boot thumping against the leg of my chair every thirty seconds. Just the other day he had ripped my quiz right off my desk so he could cheat, and I thought that’d make him thankful, but nope. Irritating me was Sawyer’s favorite form of entertainment.
“Huh?” He feigned ignorance.
