Page 33 of Sinful as They Come
“What. Are you. Talking about?”
“You can tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
Sawyer clicked his tongue. “He can’t fuck you good or something? Is that it? That why he’s overcompensating all the time?”
My eyes widened. He somehow managed to become evenmore crude over the course of just a few seconds. I turned my head to the side, taking in what he was saying. I had no comeback. No real way to respond. My face felt far too hot for my liking.
“Ooh, seems I hit a nerve.” He chuckled. “I knew it. Dude’s packing two inches.”
“Oh my God, shut up! And no, Carter is notpackingtwo inches. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Damn, one inch then?” Sawyer asked with a wince. “Makes sense that Malibu Barbie is with a fucking Ken doll.”
I grunted and shoved his arms away, taking no joy in the way he laughed at my actions, because he was quick to put his arms right back where they were.
“I’m not here to hurt you, princess,” Sawyer said lowly. “Just here to give you a warning. Do not fuck with Brodie again with this writing shit. It means a lot to him.”
“I told you I’d give him something else to work on. He’ll have another chance to write.”
“Good. Don’t fuck up again. And you better say sorry to him. To his face.”
“I already planned on doing that.” I rolled my eyes. That was the truth. I wanted to say sorry to Brodie properly. But I didn’t want Sawyer to think I was only doing it for him.
Sawyer didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just stared at me, eyeing me up and down once again as he gave me a painfully long, curious stare. I hated it. I hated having his eyes on me. He always looked at me so intensely. Like he was trying to see inside my brain or something.
“You know, it suddenly makes sense why you’re so fucking uptight all the time,” he told me lowly.
“Excuse me?” I blinked.
“I bet you lay there, not feeling a fuckin’ thing, wishing you could be with a real man,” he grumbled out, leaning in that little bit closer.
I scoffed and pressed my hands to his chest, giving him a shove backwards. It did nothing except make him laugh, and he finally took a couple of stepsaway from me, opening up a gap between the two of us. I quickly took it, sliding across the lockers to get away from him.
“Sounds like you’re projecting again.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Nah, just being observant.” Those green eyes never left my face as he walked backwards, taking casual strides away from me. “You ever need someone to fuck that frustration outta you, you know where to find me.” Then he reached down and literally grabbed his length through his jeans. “Maybe you’ll stop being such a prissy, little brat all the time.”
I didn’t even have the chance to react. He just chuckled and turned around, walking away from me like he hadn’t just saidthat. My face felt hot as I stared at the back of his head. He was wrong. About Carter, about me being frustrated, about… everything!
And even if he was right – which he definitely wasn’t – did he really think I’d ever let him touch me like that? That’d I’d ever letSawyer Westbrookput his hands on me?
I felt my face, instantly noticing how warm my cheeks still felt. Ugh, I couldn’t wait until next year. Until I was at Columbia, and then I wouldn’t have to see his face anymore.
Why did Sawyer have to enjoy getting under my skin so much?
Chapter 10
HOLLY
Brodie was the first one to show up for the weekly meeting for The Chronicle.
I was in our usual room for our weekly meetings, my laptop opened up on my desk. Tension instantly filled the room when I saw Brodie. He walked into the room slowly, his skateboard hanging loosely in his hand.
“Brodie.” I broke the awkward silence. “You’re early.”
“Yeah, didn’t wanna be late,” he mumbled out. He sat down at one of the desks. One that was rather far away from me. I couldn’t deny that it stung a little.
