Page 22 of Web of Lies
Chase gives me one last wink and turns himself about. “We were just talking about orgies, Sir.” The teacher blanches at the front of the classroom, tripping over his club feet.
He dabs his head again, shaking it in disappointment. “Oh—I—won’t have any of that talk in my classroom, you got it?” He says as sternly as he can, but his stutters give him away. Is he afraid of Chase? Or Zoe?
“Who wants to meet at the maze later?!” Chase screams, throwing his arms into the air with victory. Cheers erupt from the ladies in the room, excited to get down with Chase. “You’re invited too, New Girl,” Chase says, peering over his shoulder. His gray eyes glaze with lust, as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. His lickable, lickable lips. Yummy. Ope! Nope! Damn it!
“Sorry, got plans,” I say with a shrug.
The bell above us sounds off with its loud, screeching ring, and we all stand. The teacher continues to complain about us not being dismissed, but we ignore him and walk out of the classroom.
“Change those plans then,” Chase says, disappearing through the crowds of over-privileged youth.
Zoe slinks up beside me and bumps me with her shoulder. “Wanna be best friends?” she says through a sly smile, laughing. She snorts when I keep staring ahead. “I’ll see ya around, Kaycee.” Then takes off through the crowds.
Most of my classes are the same. Zoe and I seem to share a few of them together, which is nice. She seems to be a person I could get along with. Her favorite topic in each class was how embarrassed Chase was when I rejected him. Seger, Zeppelin, and Carter show up in a few more as well. Proving my suspects will always be around me.
After classes let out, I head back to my room with anticipation fluttering in my stomach. Every time I walk in the door, I feel like that person dressed in black will be here to kidnap me or kill me or jump out at me and scare the crap out of me.
But thankfully, my door is shut with no sign of a break in. Taking a deep breath, I look around the room with a hammering heart. My muscles tighten and my nails dig into my sweaty palms. Probably drawing blood. Everything’s in its place. Everything’s okay—yeah, it’s fine. Breathe. Just, breathe through it. After gathering my frantic breaths, I check my computers, which should have video recorded every movement, and come up empty. Thank fuck! No break in, yes, you’re okay. Now, pull yourself together.
I gather my messenger bag, my credit card, and my car keys. Heading toward the student parking lot, I shake off my nerves. I can do this. I can protect myself and ensure I’m safe. I can do this. As I near the parking lot a smile blooms on my face, relief soaring through me. In front of me sits my perfect little VW Bug, my favorite birthday present.
“Hey, New Girl—I mean, Kaycee, wait up!” Chase’s shaggy blonde hair bounces as he runs towards me, waving an arm to get my attention.
I lean against my car, cocking my head to the side. He’s wearing practice gear: tight athletic shorts and a sleeveless white t-shirt. His thick thighs clench and bunch with every move.
“What’s up, Clark?” A grin spreads across my face as he advances on me, stopping right in front of me. Shaking off my teasing, he runs a hand through his long locks.
“Where ya off to?” He asks, looking over the blue of my car with a gleam in his eyes. “Nice car, you don’t see very many of these around here.” His index finger runs up the hood of my car in admiration.
“And what kind of car do you drive, Chance?” His eyes meet mine again, finger pointing in my direction.
“God, Chance?! Ugh, I guess I deserve that.” He snorts at himself and nods his head to a parking spot in the back of the lot. A bright orange sports car sits in its spot with the license plate:“myplaything246”.
“McLaren 720s, next year’s model. Dad insisted I get the best, it was for my birthday.” He runs a hand on the back of his neck with a sheepish smile plastered on his face. “It seems excessive,” he says with a shrug, shame filling his eyes at the thought.
“It’s nice, I’m sure it’s fast,” I say huskier than I should have.
Mm. I can already feel the wind floating through my hair, sitting in the passenger seat. The heady vibrations accelerate as the car floats faster and faster down the road.
“I’ll take you for a drive,” he says, patting his pockets with his hands, frowning. “Well—some time.” He shrugs.
“I’ll hold you to that. There’s nothing else like a nice fast car.” I grin, craving the adrenaline pump.
“So, are you going somewhere?” He asks again, nodding toward my now not so impressive car.
“A few errands.”
“I—uhh— was gonna give you a tour of the maze?” His gray eyes beg me to take his hand and join him in the dirty, sexed-up bushes. I blink a few times, my brain trying to keep up with what he’s saying.
“The maze?” I slowly ask, repeating his words.
“Yeah, we could—uhh—you know, hang out or something.” He shrugs, running his hands through his hair.
“Or something?” I raise my eyebrows, but I know exactly what he’s insinuating. “Listen, Chase.”
“Ah-ha! You said my name, yesssssss.” He does a weird happy dance in the parking lot, smiling like an idiot.
“Fine. Go to the maze and wait for me. Strip to your underwear and close your eyes and wait for me to come. And don’t you dare open your eyes until I say so.” He instantly loses his eyebrows into his hairline.
