Page 34 of A Little Bit Reckless
I couldn’t help it when Wells Ambrose lowered his lengthy body to the ground with me. He may have been tall, but he was also thick and took up quite a bit of surface area in front of me.
Others noticed.
In fact, everyone within eye sight of us noticed Wells lounge his lengthy body in front of mine. Wells played football but was built more like a swimmer with a long wingspan, legs, and chiseled torso, which he revealed a little when he took his hoodie off. His shirt almost always rode up when he did that.
Trying not to notice, I curled my hand around my pen. I’d been trying to study. It was a bit warmer today, so I was outside on the quad. I didn’t even have to wear my jacket over my button-down shirt. I’d tucked it into my twill skirt. I gazed up at Wells. “Um, what are you doing here?”
He shouldn’t be here, and I was honestly scared that he was. Did I do something?
I hated thatthatwas my first thought. That I was so intimidated by him that I couldn’t help thinking that him being around meant I did something to him.
You did do something.
I supposed I had, and I still didn’t know why he covered for my stupidity at that party. I didn’t mean to start drinking. I just…
Wells’s hair was messy when he tugged off his hoodie. It almost appeared intentional since, the majority of the time, that was how he wore his dyed locks anyway. He pushed them back. “This is our time, isn’t it?”
My eyebrows had to have shot up to my hairline.
He frowned. “You said to meet on the quad at this time, right?” He lifted his hands, gazing around. “Well, I’m here. You’re supposed to tutor me, so get tutoring.”
I didn’t understand. I didn’t show up to our last tutoring sessionbecauseof my stupidity. I’d gotten depressed and closed off. I ended up going to that party, and he knew what happened next.
“I thought you said to forget about our arrangement,” I said, referring to the text message I read after I sobered up. I got why he sent it. I mean, I stood him up.
“By the grace of God, my dad hasn’t cut me off yet,” he said, lounging back. His shirt lifted again, revealing his tanned abs, and my eyes averted. I came back to find him smirking at me. He shook his head. “They’re just abs, Squeak. Focus. It’s the least you can do considering I covered for you with your little drunken balcony incident.”
But why? He had no reason to.
His mouth thinned into a firm line. “I’m not giving my parents a reason to cut me off by getting behind in school. Therefore, I’m here for you to tutor me, and again, you owe me at least that after what you did.”
He always had a way of driving the dagger, making me feel small, and, though I couldn’t blame him, that didn’t mean it didn’t make me angry.
Wells made me want to hate him, and I didn’t hate anyone. I also didn’t want to tutor him, but I knew I didn’t have a choice.
I gazed around. “Fine.”
He smirked. “You’re saying fine like I’m not the one doing you a favor. Or have you failed to notice that everyone sees us together out here.”
As if to drive that point, Wells placed his sight on the quad. I glanced around.
A few students even smiled at me.
It was weird being acknowledged in a way that was positive instead of negative. I supposed that was the power of being in Wells’s good graces.
I glanced around for another set of eyes but ended up being cut off when I caught Bru’s. He took up just as much space as Wells did, but in a different way. Still several feet away, Bru lifted his hand as he strode toward Wells and me, and my stomach flopped remembering the last time I’d seen him.
Remembering the last time I’d seenbothof them.
“Fucking brilliant.” Wells sliced the words through his teeth. He obviously noticed Bru coming toward us with his messenger bag. He also wore dark slacks and a teal polo that revealed a sliver of his brawny chest. He looked like a young professor, and, for some reason, Wells didn’t want to see him.
I didn’t want to see him either.
Truth be told, I’d rather avoid both of them right now, but that wasn’t because Wells hated me and Bru rejected me. I mean, that didn’t help, but walking in on them hooking up was worse. I thought it’d hurt seeing the reason for Bru’s rejection, and it did, but only at first. It was what happenedafterthat initial sting that made me want to avoid them both. It was me inthe bathroom wiping myself off after watching the two of them together.
It was witnessing the cum between my legs.
It made me ashamed and feel, I don’t know, dirty? I mean, I should have felt dirty. I should have…
