Page 29 of Strike & Score
I get out of bed, and check her room. seeing she’s not here. I pull out my phone, checking her location and see that she’s at class, but she didn’t even text me about the coffee machine.
Not taking a chance to lose her shit on me is not like the stepsister I know and enjoy pissing off. Which means I just need to push her a little bit more.
Changing quickly, I jog back downstairs and when I reach for my keys out of instinct I’m met with empty space where they should be in the decorative bowl the designer put next to the front door. I look in and around it, but they aren’t there. I open the drawer of the table it sits on to get my spare, and that’s gone too.
The laugh that bursts out of me has me shaking my head. The little snake took my keys. Too bad that won’t stop me from coming after her. Nothing has and nothing ever will.
I check the garage and see that my car is still there, so she really just took my keys. The thought only makes me laugh harder. I know what she’s doing, and campus isn’t far away so walking to the building she’s in won’t take me too long.
Once I get there, I end up leaning against the wall just outside of the lecture hall she’s in. It’s only a couple minutes before the door opens and people start filing out. Many of them look at me, but don’t say anything and I ignore them anyway.
As soon as I see the familiar head of dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, I grab her arm, pulling her away from the crowd.
“Wha—” Mayson tries to push me away, but ends up stumbling as I pull her around a corner. “Let go of me, you dick.”
I laugh maniacally again, but this time she can hear me. I pull her in front of me, grabbing the back of her neck to hold her in place and force her to look up at me with her narrowed brown eyes. The tiny green flecks in them seem to burn brighter when she’s angry like this, and it’s only one of my favorite things.
“Would you rather we do this in front of people then?” I raise an eyebrow, knowing full well I’ll do it if she decides to push me. I don’t give a fuck about confronting her with an audience. In fact, that may be even better anyway.
“Do what? Have you harass me?” she spits out, trying to get me to loosen my grip on her, but it’s not going to happen.
“Where’d you put my keys?” I question, knowingly.
She doesn’t even try to hide her smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? Hm…” I pause, squeezing her neck even tighter. “Maybe I should fuck the information out of you.”
“You canget fucked, but it’s not going to be by me.”
I laugh again. “Aw babe, you don’t fuck me. We both know how you like to be held down and forced to take it.”
“You’re disgusting.” She tries to get away from me again.
“Give me my keys.”
“I don’t have them.”
“Liar, give them to me.”
“I threw them in the dumpster before the garbage came by this morning. Maybe they’re still there, go check.”
“If you did, I won’t be the one searching through the fucking garbage.”
“I have to go to practice, so yes you will.”
“You think I’m going to let you go to practice?” I smile.
“You don’t have a choice. You don’t want to deal with the wrath of either of our coaches.”
“You underestimate me.” I challenge and I can tell how antsy she’s getting the longer we stay like this, my hand searing into her skin, holding her in place.
“Whatever. Doc is scary and everyone knows that,” she insists and I don’t deny Doc can be scary…for other people.
“She’s not to me,” I insist. “Just hand over my keys, and this doesn’t need to be a problem.”
Mayson scoffs, reaching into her bag slung over her shoulder, digging around before pulling something out and tossing it down the hallway. “Fetch doggy.”
I chuckle darkly, pulling her into me so our chests collide and she huffs out a breath.
