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The halls were emptying quickly, and I only had a couple of minutes to spare. Even though my father didn’t care about me maintaining a perfect record, Coach Bradley wasn’t as lenient. He had no problem benching my ass even if meant losing every single game. Although I admired the man, I cursed his morals. Unlike my father, he seemed to have his priorities straight.
The bell rang, and door after door slammed shut as I rushed to get to my own class. Of course, it had to be on the other side of the fucking school. My foul mood worsened with each desperate step until I was nearly feral. Replaying Coach’s warning speech in my head, I broke into a run as I rounded yet another corner. Unfortunately, I was waylaid when I collided with another person and sent them sprawling across the tiled linoleum. I stared down at the dazed kid wearing bifocals and a fucking pocket protector. He was just a pipsqueak. Too bad for him, I wasn’t in the mood to feel sorry.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” I snapped as I straightened my tie. Brynwood required its students to wear uniforms. Today, I’d chosen to wear a red sweater vest to go over my white button-up and navy slacks—our school’s colors. I glanced at his companion, some chick with brown skin, a hypnotic gaze that reminded me of whiskey, and curly hair sprouting wildly from her scalp. She was a tiny thing—even smaller than the nerd which I didn’t think was possible. Her head barely reached my fucking chest but the pixie didn’t seem to notice that vital fact as she pinned me under her glare. She was wearing a badge that read ‘Student Guide,’ and I realized the geek still lying on the ground must have been new to the academy. When she continued to stare, waiting for me to apologize, I lifted my brow, daring her to try me before casually stepping over the kid I knocked down. I made it two steps before she spoke. Her soft voice had an edge to it that did something unexpected to me.
“Maybe you should open your eyes, and while you’re at it, learn some damn manners, Rees.”
I kept walking even as I peered over my shoulder. The spitfire had already dismissed me. She was bent over, lips pursed disapprovingly as she helped the kid to his feet as if he were a fucking invalid. I studied her while she was distracted and realized I was drawing a blank though something tugged desperately at my memory. The badge made it clear she wasn’t new, so why hadn’t I noticed her before?
Whoever she was, we obviously didn’t run in the same circles.
Frustrated, I shrugged it off, assuming that I’d glimpsed her before but never looked twice. The next time I ran into her, I wouldn’t be making the same mistake.
I wondered if that fiery temper of hers would make an appearance when I bent her little ass over and fucked the nerve right out of her. I was Vaughn Rees, star-quarterback, and no one, absolutely no one talked to me that way. I didn’t have to question if she knew who I was. Everyone in Blackwood Keep knew what it meant when I entered a room.
In the meantime, I forced the mystery girl from my thoughts as I headed to class. It didn’t escape my notice though that there was an extra pep in my step. It’s been a while since I had a challenge. I almost smiled.
Sit tight, baby girl, I'll be fucking you real soon.
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