Page 130 of Broken Ties (Rixon High 4)

“If you wait, I’ll come.”

“Go?” Zara whined. “But I just got here. I thought we could discuss plans for Friday. You know, everyone’s saying we’ll be crowned king and queen.”

Fuck my life. I wasn’t bothered about that. Not when my future was hanging in the balance. But of course she was because stuff like that mattered to girls like Zara.

“I can picture it now, Bennet.” Carrick snickered and I flipped him off.

“Keep talking, asshole, and let’s see how you like it.”

He glared at me but kept his mouth shut. He couldn’t afford to piss me or anyone else off. Least of all Coach Ford. But he had a point. If I was pronounced Homecoming king it would be a huge spectacle.

“Ignore him,” Zara said, scraping her nails along my jaw. “It’ll be fun.”

“Fun, yeah.”

“What’s gotten into you?” She studied me a little too closely. I didn’t like it because if she looked too hard, she might not like what she found.

“Nothing. I just have a lot on my mind.”

“You know.” She leaned in closer. “I could help you with that. I have some ideas of how to help you unwind.”

It happened in slow motion. Her hand slipped around my shoulder as she dipped her mouth to my skin, tasting me. Kissing me and dragging her fucking tongue up my neck.

“Zar,” I said, gently pushing her away.

“Oh, come on, Aaron,” she hissed. “I’m horny and you promised to make it up to me.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she thrust her tits at me.

Shit. I had said something to that effect the other week at the party when she’d wanted to fuck, and I hadn’t been into it.

“Yeah, but not here in the middle of the cafeteria.”

“So when? Tonight.” She ran a finger underneath the collar of my jersey. “You could come over and we could—”

“I can’t tonight.”

“Well, I have a cheer thing tomorrow and Wednesday, and Thursday is girls’ night. So Friday then.” She gave me a suggestive smile, all sin and seduction. Jesus, I was in deep shit. “Friday after Homecoming you owe me, Aaron Bennet. And I fully intend on collecting.”

She looked ready to kiss me again, but at the last minute, she drew back and licked her lips. “I’ve got to go. But think of me and everything you want to do to me Friday night.”

I let out a thin breath as she got up and sauntered away with an extra swish in her hips.

“Holy shit, Bennet,” someone said. “Please tell me you’re going to tap that at Homecoming, because if you don’t, man, I volunteer as tribute.”

The guys all exploded with laughter. But I wasn’t laughing. In fact, I was pretty sure my balls had crawled back up inside my body.

And when I locked eyes on Poppy across the cafeteria, the ground went from under me.

Hurt flashed across her face, but she quickly schooled her expression.

She’d seen everything.

Shit.

But we’d agreed, friends only. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Besides, she had Eli.

She was dating Eli.

And letting you get her off Friday night.

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