Page 4 of Sinful as They Come
He chuckled lowly. “You’ll like him. He’s not like me.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right, princess. He’s the good one. Just try not to be a fucking bitch to him and you won’t have to deal with me.”
“And when have I ever been a bitch?”
“Literally from the day you were born.”
“You’re a loser.”
“You have to sit in front of me for the whole year.”
“You barely even turn up for school. Guess it shouldn’t be too big of a problem.”
“If it’ll piss you off, I might just show up.”
“Like you could manage coming to school all the time. I’ll be surprised if you even graduate this year.”
“They can’t wait to get rid of me.”
“Oh, I’m shocked. Who wouldn’t want to keep you around? Maybe if I’m lucky you’ll get shipped off to juvie again.”
“Only reason I gotshippedoffto fuckin’ juvie last year was because your little boyfriend couldn’t fight his own battles and had to get his fuckin’ daddy involved.”
Ugh. Him and the dirty mouth. “You punched him so hard he had bruises for weeks.”
“And he deserved every one of them.”
“You should have stayed there.”
“Why haven’t you fucked off to some fancy private school yet?”
I rolled my eyes. I had tried that for the first few years of schooling. But private school students were so obsessed with wealth and showing thatwealth off. Four years of private school were enough to make me realize I never wanted to attend one ever again.
My parents eventually gave in to that request, which was why I was attending a public school instead of some snobby private one with students who prided themselves on how much money their parents had. But the one thing my parents wouldn’t let me decide on was where we lived.
Highland Park was the wealthiest part of Dallas, and they had no plans on moving anytime soon. It was a thirty-minute drive to school – but the traffic was worth it for some normalcy. Well, everything was almost normal except for the thing behind me.
“Who would you torment if I left?” I hissed. “You’d be so bored."
“I’d be living the fucking dream if I didn’t have to see your face anymore, actually.”
“Trust me, I feel the same way,” I snapped, finally turning around to face him. My voice was louder than it should have been, but God, I was just trying to concentrate. It was day one and Sawyer was already getting on my nerves.
“You’d miss me. Who else is gonna tell you that high school cheerleader is the furthest you’ll ever go?” Sawyer fell back to his chair and slumped in it lazily, giving me a wink and grin that he always loved to give me.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked with gritted teeth. “Just shut up and leave me alone.”
“Miss Sutton?” my English teacher called from the front of the room.
Sawyer smirked. I glared. Then I turned around and gave Mrs. Edwards the sweetest smile I could manage.
“I’m sorry. I was just…” I fumbled on my words. I couldn’t come up with an excuse, mostly because I didn’t ever get into trouble.
“Not paying attention in my class,” Mrs. Edwards sighed. “Try not to do that again, please.”
“Sorry.” I blushed. My face felt hot as everyone stared at me. I wanted to be somewhere else. At the football game cheering for Carter. At Fran’s Diner where we always went after a win. Or in Carter’s arms as he held me tight, giving me a long kiss. It would have been nice to have him in myEnglish class.
