Page 135 of Web of Lies
Ours…but please…don’t. I’m so hard thinking about you flashing us…
Chase:
Well, this conversation turned weird. See ya at the pep rally. Scream my name the loudest.
Kaycee:
See ya there!
Zepp:
Baby girl, be safe, please. Text us when you get to the pep rally.
Seger:
Yeah, what he said. We aren’t around right now to call off the dogs.
Chase:
Just ask her other boyfriend, who won’t admit his feelings.
Zepp:
Don’t ask that asshole… he’s still an asshole.
Kaycee:
I’ll be fine, mom. Seriously. And he’s not my other boyfriend…
Seger:
Right… Well, when you bring him into the harem, just let us know…. ;)
Kaycee:
Ffs… I should have left this chat a long time ago.
I tuck my phone into the elastic of my leggings. Tonight, we celebrate our football team, the Panthers going to state. Go Panthers! It’s what I’ll be shouting a lot tonight and over the weekend when the Talon Blues face my boys again. The boys and the rest of the football team are getting their own pep rally in celebration. Their names will get announced, and we will all cheer for them. And hopefully, no one will fuck with me while all my protectors are busy gearing up in their tight-fitting football jerseys. Yum.
Before leaving, I double-check my computer’s motion sensors, making sure they still work. If anyone breaks in again, then I’m still armed with my secret weapon. I’ll always know when someone is fucking with me on my own turf, and they’ll be none the wiser.
After locking my door, I make my way out of my apartment building. Paranoia creeps up my spine like eyes are watching my every move. The hairs on my arms stand on end as I constantly look over my shoulder, taking in the rustling leaves, bright sun, and crisp wind. I stay vigilant throughout my walk, keeping a sharp eye so no one gets the jump on me. My fingers rub the end of the long jersey, playing with the frayed edges. Hoping to make it to the dome-shaped auditorium in one piece. Thankfully, it’s connected to the central part of the school, so I won’t be off in some obscure part of campus alone.
As I make my way across campus, it’s quiet. The leaves blow in the wind, signaling a definite change in the air. The temperature lowers every night, and the winds pick up speed. Fall will soon change into winter, and all the holidays that surround it will be here. As I enter the school, my mind floats to the holidays again, thinking about the future. Mmmm. Thanksgiving. I miss the turkey my mom makes every year. But it makes me wonder, how in the hell will I introduce my boys? My mom will love them. She’s very progressive and believes I can make my own choices. But my father? Dear Lord, I can’t even imagine his reaction. He might have a heart attack at the sight of them. One all tattooed—
“Fuck!” My muffled voice bounces off the palm sitting against it as I’m pulled into the very janitor’s closet Chase loves. But it’s not Chase staring back at me. No. It’s the biggest, brownest eyes I’ve seen on him yet. Staring down at me as he pushes me up against the concrete wall, locking the door behind us. He presses his body into mine, caging me in like he always does.
“Carter, do you have a kink for pulling me into dark places?” My muffled voice comes out against his palm still.
What people would describe as an evil smirk appears across his plump lips. But I’m not most people—I know him. I’ve seen him shatter. I’ve seen the concern blazing in his eyes.
“Maybe I fucking do. You gonna shame me for it, sweetheart?” He growls, leaning his forehead against mine. His hands land on my hips, squeezing his fingers around me. I shake my head.
“No,” I state, trying to watch his every move.
“You know what I can’t fucking figure out?” He whispers, nudging his nose against mine.
Butterflies burst to life inside my stomach. “What’s that?” I whisper, watching the dilation in his pupils. His brain turns, lips purse, barely brushing mine. An internal battle is firing every ounce of ammo inside his mind, a war brewing beneath the surface. His mask slips, a relaxed expression taking over his usual cold features, and I see him. The real him. For the first time since, he told me he’d never kiss me again.
