Page 75 of Deceptive Games
The cheerleaders all fucked us anyway, which would’ve been the only perk I could’ve thought of at the start of high school.
The cheerleaders all met up on the grass to start stretching, making a show of it when they noticed us watching. I just wanted them to hurry up and shower so we could see them all freaking out about their hair turning blue.
The girls trained for fucking ever, the football team doing their laps and whistling to encourage them. It was the same shit every day.
“What are you guys doing?” Lukas muttered as he dropped down beside Jensen, his tie loose and his shirt untucked. “Does Rory know you’re perving on the cheer squad?”
I glanced at the time to see we’d skipped our entire class, so I knew we had to hurry up before Rory came looking for Jensen and Caden for History.
“We’re not perving, we’re waiting for them to be done so we can watch the entertainment,” I said dryly, offering him my cigarette. He took it, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, blowing smoke into the air on a sigh.
“What did you do to them this time?”
“Blue dye in their hair toner bottles.”
He chuckled, glancing past Jensen to look at me. “Again?”
“They’re lucky it’s not hair removal cream in their shampoo,” I laughed, nudging Jensen. “How many do you think will put it in their hair before realizing?”
“All of them. It will stain so badly since they leave it in for a few minutes.”
Claire took that moment to look up at us, and I saw her eyes narrow. I waggled my fingers at her in a wave and the dumb bitch waved back with a flirty smile.
She was on some seriously good drugs if she thought I’d fuck her ever again.
“Do you think Rory would be pissed if I pulled her out of History for a fuck?” I mumbled, and Lukas scowled.
“Everyone’s talking about how you fucked her in the bathroom. She doesn’t need that shit, asshole.”
“She wasn’t complaining. In my defense, she was the one who started it,” I smirked, dropping an arm around Jensen’s shoulders, and leaned closer to talk to Lukas. “Maybe you should drag her in there. No one would think you’re gay then.”
Jensen elbowed me hard, and I wheezed out a laugh as Lukas flipped me off.
“Hey, here we go,” Jensen said as he smacked my chest with the back of his hand, his eyes on the field. I looked down to find the girls all heading towards the locker room to shower, and I pulled my phone out to get ready to record.
Sure enough, screeches filled the air within five minutes, and I cackled as Claire ran out with her towel still around herself,her angry eyes already on us from behind wet, blue hair. “Tyler Johnson!”
The guys laughed, the football team joining in as they noticed the show, and I made sure to give her another little wave as I stood.
“C’mon, let’s go before the coach comes looking for us.”
I’d missed this shit, and it was time to remind the girls that just because they’d been on our dicks in the past, that didn’t mean they were on our level.
The only woman in the fucking world that was equal to us was Rory.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SKEETER
“Let me do it,” Slash scowled as I almost dropped a box of cocaine bricks that I’d been loading into the van, glaring at him as he yanked it away from me to finish loading himself.
“I had it.”
“We’re already late, you’re moving too slow,” he answered, wedging the box inside before slamming the back door. “Get your head out of the clouds.”
I laughed dryly, knowing he was just being a prick for the sake of it. We’d been snapping at each other back and forth since five in the damn morning when we’d arrived at one of our drug warehouses, and it was now almost nine.
I was so over his bullshit, and this was not how I wanted to spend my Saturday. He knew I’d planned on seeing Rory this morning too.
