Page 6 of Envy
He immediately relaxed under my touch. “That’s not my blood, gorgeous. That’s Billy’s, and there will be more of it when I catch him alone. No one will talk about you like that when I’m around. And if another motherfucker makes the mistake of doing it to my face, it’ll be the last fucking thing he does.”
I knew the death threats against other guys was an exaggeration induced by his anger, but his protectiveness over me made me feel special, and wanted, and needed. He made me feel important with his every action. Though it was an odd moment to realize it, amid that chaos it hit me that Blair hadn’t made one snide remark to me since that first day when Wyatt assured me he’d talk to her.
Teachers rushed over to take control of the situation but backed down when they realized who was involved in the ruckus. One of the coaches took the lead. “That’s enough, boys. Another outburst like that from either of you, and you’ll be kicked out of the dance and expelled from school. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Wyatt replied.
Billy was still on the floor but had finally sat up. “Yes, sir,” he said and glanced at Wyatt. “It was all my fault, Coach. Don’t blame Wyatt.”
“You’ll get to do extra burpees at practice Monday, Brown.” Coach Patterson cut his eyes between Wyatt and Billy again. “I don’t want to see you two anywhere near each other the rest of the night. If one of you needs to piss and the other is in the bathroom,hold it. You get me?”
“There won’t be any more trouble, Coach. I’m leaving now anyway,” Billy replied as he stood. The crowd watched his back as he walked away, and Coach yelled for everyone to get back to dancing before he sent everyone home early.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” I looked up at Wyatt and tilted my head toward the restrooms. “You owe me a few more dances, but I don’t want Billy Brown’s blood on my dress.”
Wyatt laughed, and that was the end of the tension. He followed me into the girls’ bathroom to scrub his hands. Repeatedly. With scorching hot water…or, as hot as the school would allow. After several rinse and repeats, he followed up with the hand sanitizer before turning to me.
“Good enough?”
“Since asking you to get a skin graft to avoid any of Billy Brown’s bodily fluids is a bit extreme, I suppose I’ll have to settle for this,” I joked.
He pulled me into his arms, his lips curled into a seductive smile, and his eyes sparkled with playful mischief. “I know how to make you forget all about him.”
Before I could reply, his lips were on mine. Then his tongue slid against mine, taking control of my mouth and my senses at the same time. With a gentle push, he walked me backward until my back bumped into the wall. The front of his body pressed against mine, all hard planes and muscles under soft skin. The masculine scent of his cologne was heady, adding to my carnal intoxication.
He broke our kiss but kept his forehead against mine, our lips a mere breath apart. “I’ve never known anyone like you before, Megan. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Me?” I whispered, floored by his words. “You just beat up a guy because of what he said to me. You’re one of a kind.”
He shook his head slightly. “There’s nothing special about me. But everything is special about you, Megan. I know it’s soon, but there’s something I want to ask you. My plan was much more elaborate than the girls’ bathroom, but I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Ask me what?”
“Will you be my girlfriend? My steady girlfriend?”
Could my life really change so much in two short weeks? Did the impossible become possible in such a short time? Was there even a chance in hell I would say no to him?
“Yes, of course, I will.”
He pulled a silver ball chain necklace from his pocket with his class ring already affixed to it. He clasped it around my neck and softly kissed me. “You’re my girl, now. I’ll update my status, and we’ll be Facebook official.”
A carefree laugh broke free from my throat, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t have a Facebook account, Wyatt. But that doesn’t make me any less your girl.”
“Not that I don’t love talking to you every night until you fall asleep on the phone, but we really have to bring you into this century soon.”
