Page 2 of Rome
I grinned at the look on the redhead’s face. It was one I knew well. I tried to remember her name but drew a blank. We’d had a history class together last year, but she’d been dating a football player, so I hadn’t tapped her ass yet. I didn’t poach on another guy’s territory.
“Hey, babe. Lookin’ good this morning.” That was pretty much all it took, and less than a minute later, I had her pushed up against the lockers with my tongue down her throat.
And of fucking course, that’s when it happened.
“Hey Romeo, move out of my way, I’m going to be late for class.” I disentangled my tongue from the redhead– still didn’t know her name – and turned to face the owner of the very pissed off voice, my heart and cock both jumping when I locked eyes with the girl I’d been looking for. I registered the deep green of her eyes for a split second before she averted her gaze, studiously looking at the locker in front of her. The locker that I still had the damned redhead pressed up against. The redhead whose fingers were still tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. The redhead whose strawberry lip balm I could still taste on my lips.
Well, fuck. That could have gone better.
She completely ignored me as I nudged the now-sputtering redhead out of the way, turning her back on me as she fiddled with the lock, then opened her locker and retrieved a book. I decided a strategic retreat would be my best bet and walked away – after making a mental note of her locker number so I could try again later, when the memory of me in a lip lock with another girl wasn’t quite so fresh in her mind.
I made it a point to go to her locker between each class that day, managing to get a glimpse of her twice more. I noticed that she had her hair pulled back on one side, fastened with a clip behind one ear. I noticed that her tits looked fantastic in the navy-blue shirt she was wearing, and that her ass looked even better today than it had on the first day I’d seen her. I also noticed that she seemed determined to ignore my presence, sailing past me in the hallway as if I didn’t exist. I wasn’t used to that, but it was cute as hell.
I let her get away with that shit until the end of the day, when I’d happened to overhear another girl talking to her as I approached their lockers.
“Thanks for sharing your notes with me, Abby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”Abby. Well, at least I had a name to go with her beautiful face.
Abby had smiled at her, those full, pouty lips curving in a way that made me want to nibble on them for the rest of the afternoon.
As she’d closed her locker and hefted her backpack up on one shoulder, I’d seen my chance.
“Hey Abby, wait up!”
Her head shot up as she looked around to see who had called out to her, her pretty green eyes narrowing as she realized it was me. I darted forward, managing to reach out for her arm to stop her as she started to walk away. She stopped walking, her eyes flicking back and forth from my hand to my face before she rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Can I help you with something, Romeo?” She cocked an eyebrow, and I flashed her a cocky grin. Up close, I realized she was a little taller than I’d first thought, but still only about five-four, almost a foot shorter than my own six-foot-two.
“The name’s Caleb, babe. Caleb Morgan.” I waited expectantly, and after a few seconds, she grudgingly answered.
“Abby Hayes.”
“It’s really nice to meet you, Abby Hayes.” I responded, trying to figure out what to say next. I’d spent all this time trying to find her but hadn’t taken a second to figure out how to actually have a conversation with her. Truth be told, I didn’t spend much time actually talking to chicks. Our mouths were usually busy doing other things. And yes, I was aware that made me sound like a complete dick. Sue me.
“You, too, Romeo. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need – “
“Caleb, babe. Not Romeo,” I reminded her jokingly.
She pinned me with a stare that probably should have clued me in that she wasn’t exactly bowled over by my charm. Itshould haveclued me in, but because I’m apparently a fucking dumbass, it did not.
“Abby,Romeo. Not babe.” Ouch.
“Can I walk you out to your car, Abby?” I tried again, giving her my most innocent smile.
Abby eyed me in surprise, then shook her head. “I’m staying after school for choir practice.”
“OK, then I’ll walk you to the choir room.” My shitty luck with this chick was holding because the choir room was just around the corner. Why the hell couldn’t it have been something in the gym, which was on the other fucking side of the campus?
I walked as slowly as I could, without being obvious. Abby didn’t say a word until we came to a stop outside the door. “Thanks, Romeo.”
“Hey,” I said, grabbing her hand before she could walk through the doorway. “Why do you keep calling me Romeo?”
She laughed, but I got the feeling she wasn’t really amused as she held up her index finger. “Well, let’s see…aside from your reputation – which definitely precedes you – you were eye-fucking a redhead the first time I saw you, dry-humping a blonde cheerleader the second time I saw you, and eating the face off the original redhead this morning.” I was cringing by the time she finished with her litany of my misdeeds, counting each one off on her fingers for emphasis.
There was a slight flush on her cheekbones, which made the faint smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose stand out, and I wondered if the flush on her skin was due to anger or embarrassment.
While I stood there without the first clue what to say in response, Abby reached up and patted my cheek like I was a wayward boy. “See you around, Romeo,” she said with a wink, clearly giving exactly zero fucks that I was into her. I wasn’t used to being called on my shit, by anyone, but especially by a hot chick. I decided I kind of liked it, as long as she was the one doing it.
I watched her ass sway as she walked away, and later that night, told my brother that I’d met the woman I was going to marry someday.
