Page 72 of Deceptive Games
“Like you usually do,” I said confidently as I opened the door and climbed out, relieved when he did the same. He moved right beside me as the guys wandered over to join us, Lukas’ hand sliding into mine for support as a few people glanced in his direction and started whispering.
“They’re talking about me,” he muttered, tensing when I moved to stand in front of him and slid my arms around his shoulders.
“Let them talk. Give them something new to talk about,” I offered, making him cringe.
“I won’t use you like that.”
“You’re not using me. We’re fucking, Luke. It’s not like it’s supposed to be a secret,” I answered, his hands moving to mywaist. “Kiss me and show them you don’t give a fuck about what they think. They’re nothing and you’re a king.”
“I really fucking love you,” he whispered, my mouth curving into a smile.
“I love you too.”
He kissed me hard, leaning back on the car to pull me against him more, and it didn’t take long for the gossip mill to start.
By the time I reached homeroom with Jensen, Claire approached me with a sneer. “I hear you’re fucking Lukas. You know he’s gay, right?”
Jensen almost knocked the damn chair over as he shot to his feet, but I chuckled, taking his hand and tugging him back down.
“Gilbert, no need to defend what we have.” I looked at Claire, finding confusion burning in her eyes. She hated not knowing what was happening. “Lukas’ mom doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Jense and Luke spent the weekend fucking me.”
“Oh my God, you really are a slut,” she laughed, and Jensen snorted.
“Fuck off, Claire. You’ve taken more cum deposits than the sperm bank.”
“How dare you!”
“How dare I what? Tell the truth? Everyone fucks you because you’re easy pussy. You want to know why we fuck Rory?” he asked as he tugged me into his lap without looking away from her. “Because I feel like I’ll die if I don’t. You’ll never know what that kind of love feels like.”
“Everyone in your seats!” Mr. Franklin snapped as he walked in, giving us a glance but not saying anything. I went to move back into my chair but Jensen held me still.
“Jensen—”
“Stay. He doesn’t give a fuck as long as we’re sitting and not making things difficult for him,” he murmured, kissing my neck. “I hated not sleeping beside you last night.”
“Soon,” I promised, giving him a quick kiss and turning my attention to the teacher as he started roll call.
Homeroom and English went quickly, and my studying with Josie must have helped because I understood some of it for once.
When the bell rang for the end of class, a message came through on my phone.
Tyler: Can we talk?
Rory: Right now?
Tyler: Meet me by the bathroom.
I showed Jensen the messages and he chuckled. “He’s just panicking that you’ve forgiven everyone else but him. Let him grovel then call him a good boy. He’ll feel better.”
“I’m not mad at him.”
“I know. Humor him,” Jensen shrugged before giving me a quick kiss. “I’m going to ditch the start of my next class for a smoke, so I’ll see you in History. If anyone bothers you?—”
“I’ll stab them. I’m good, “ I said sweetly, making him smirk as he dropped another kiss on my lips and walked off, leaving me to find Tyler.
It didn’t take long to find him pacing outside the bathroom doors, his head snapping up as I huffed. “You want to do this by the bathroom?”
“In the bathroom,” he corrected, a snort leaving me as he took my wrist and tugged me into the women’s bathroom and shoved the door shut behind us.
