Page 19 of Sinful as They Come
I couldn’t see his face. But I could imagine his smirk in my head.
“You heard me,” I continued. “Keep your legs to yourself.”
“Or what? You’ll tell your big, scary boyfriend on me? Don’t you remember what happened the last time I got him angry?”
I rolled my eyes and I rolled them hard.
“He ran away,” Sawyer whispered, his breath warm on my neck.
I fidgeted and tilted my head, trying to escape him. But he was once again leaning over his chair to get as close as possible to me. He smelled like cigarettes and woodsy cologne. It was stupidly intoxicating.
“He knew it was a waste of time getting into trouble over someone like you.” I pressed my pen down harder on to the page of my notebook. Myhandwriting had started off neat, but the words had quickly become messy thanks to Sawyer’s annoying kicking habit.
“Your boyfriend’s a pussy.”
“He is so much more of a man than you are.”
“What makes him a man, princess? Running around with that stupid, little football?”
“Well, it’s better than you’ll ever do. I know it’s only the third week of school, but I must say – I’m shocked you haven’t dropped out yet.”
“You’d miss me too much.”
“In your dreams.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not worth thinking about, let alone dreaming about.”
“And yet here you are, pestering me.” I glared at him, finally turning around to meet his eyes. And I had been right. He was smirking. He looked so damn pleased with himself, sitting there in that stupid leather jacket he had layered over a band tee.
“It’s just so easy to piss you off,” he told me calmly.
I narrowed my eyes at him before turning back around. Sawyer needed to keep his mouth shut. That was for his own good. Because next time, Carter wasn’t going to be so nice.
Just like clockwork, Sawyer went back to kicking at my chair. The grip on my pen got tighter and tighter, and soon all I could stare at were the hands on the clock, watching as they oh so slowly told me it was time to go home. Finally.
I let out a happy sigh, quickly packing my bag. I had a busy afternoon. I’d have to get ready to cheer for Carter and the rest of the guys, and then I had to prep Brodie for his first interview. I was happy for him. It was gonna be an exciting night.
Just as I slung my bag on my shoulder, I saw Sawyer walk past me.
“Tell your boyfriend not to bother tonight. He’s gonna lose,” Sawyer said with a grin.
I huffed, watching as Sawyer shoved his way through the crowd of students until he was out the door. What a menace.
All I wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off his face.
***
One of the best parts of cheer was getting all dressed up before a game. I had turned it into a bit of a bonding thing, and after a little persuading, the cheer team got to use the dance room to do our hair and makeup. It was fun to get ready together and amp each other up.
The room was buzzing; most of the girls were all ready and were just completing a few last-minute touch ups. I had already finished up with my own makeup, my lips painted crimson and the lids of my eyes coated with a deep, glittery red. The excessively tight, high ponytail came next, the ends of my hair curled a little to add some bounce. And then the shimmering red bow that sat atop my head completed the look.
“Stop moving so much,” I said with a laugh. My hand grasped Annie’s chin, holding her in place as I ran the blush brush across her cheeks. “I’m nearly done.”
“You’re tickling me,” she said with a murmur, fidgeting from her spot on the desk.
“You’re being a baby.”
“It’s not my fault I’m ticklish.”
