Page 39 of Too Sweet
Brandon’s jaw tightens as he leans over the desk. “I’m not an animal, kitten. I won’t touch you unless—”
“Out, Mr. Price,” Mr. Finch clips. “I won’t ask again.”
“This conversation isnotover,” he seethes, staring me down before he turns around and marches out the room.
As soon as he leaves the auditorium, Blair’s attention is on me. My stomach churns, the first tendrils of a headache settling in. This won’t be a good day. I know the reason behind her ugly scowl. She’s jealous...
God knows why. Brandon’s no prize, and I’m far from interested. He’s vile, using Blair whenever he wants a break from sleeping around with half the girls on campus. She’s the only one he comes back to for more, but the relationship Blair dreams about won’t happen.
She cocks an eyebrow, her eyes shooting daggers my way before she nonchalantly turns away, focusing on Mr. Finch. Not even five minutes later, she excuses herself and doesn’t return for the rest of the lecture.
Mr. Finch bores everyone in the auditorium, his voice sending half the students to sleep. Instead of making notes, I spend the hour writing lyrics.
I’m the first one out of there once class is dismissed but I stop dead when I glance at the opposite wall of the corridor,wallpapered with pictures ofme.
Well, my face, not my body. Not a single picture of me naked exists, so these must’ve been photoshopped. They look like stills from a porn movie.
The woman uses toys, palms her breasts, sits on someone’s face, or holds someone’s dick. So many pictures of her on all fours pushing big dildos up her ass or being taken from behind in the shower. There’s one in the backseat of a car where she spreads her legs wide, jamming two fingers inside her pussy...
Cheers erupt around me as students leave their classes, stopping to admire Blair’s collage. I know it was her idea. She did this before, back in high school, but the pictures she tampered with back then were just lingerie models.
The football players howl, sauntering down the corridor, sleazy eyes jumping between me and the wall of pictures.
I can’t unglue myself from the spot.
I can’t utter a single word, and I can’t peel my gaze away.
Brandon stops beside me, draping one arm over my shoulders. “Nice rack, kitten.”
“It’s not me,” I whisper, tugging my rings. “They aren’t real.”
“Your tits aren’t real?” he cackles, pulling me in.
“What did Jake always say?” Jessie Longman, Jake’s best friend yells, exiting the auditorium. He elbows his way to the exhibition, snatching a picture of the woman sucking someone’s dick. “Blow Job Lips. Fucking perfect!”
“What’s this gathe—” Mr.Finchhalts beside me, glaring at the wall, his face redder than Santa’s hat.
“Those aren’t real,” I mutter again, pressing my hand to my lips, feeling sick and dizzy.
“Calm down, kitten. Nothing to be embarrassed about. You’ve got the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.”
“Mia!” Cody booms somewhere close by.
Within seconds, he’s right next to me, shoving Brandon away, and Colt’s there, blocking my line of sight. In a confused daze, my legs move on their own accord as they usher me out and across the parking lot.
“Are you okay, Bug? Do you need to puke?” Conor jogs up, opening the back door to Cody’s Mustang.
“What happened to your face?” I ask, pointing at a trickle of blood from his split lip.
“I couldn’t hit Blair. She’s a girl, but I could and did hit Brandon.” He beams, demonstrating the right hook he sent Brandon’s way. “Felt good.”
“Please don’t do that. It’s pointless. He won’t give up, and all you’re doing is proving Nico right. I’m trouble, and—”
“You’re trouble? You did nothing wrong,” Cody growls, securing my seatbelt. “It’s them that need to grow the fuck up. And Nico’s an idiot. Who cares what he thinks?!”
“I do,” I mumble, hiding my face in my hands. “Ugh, this is why he doesn’t like college girls, isn’t it? All that drama... I can’t even blame him. I mean, this is ridiculous!”
“Um... Mia?” Conor summons my attention, turning around. Confusion flickers across his face as he stares from the passenger seat, his eyebrows pulled together, barely visible under the curls kissing his forehead. “Are you...” He shakes his head softly, dismissing that, and tries again. “Do you like Nico? Like,likelike him?”
