Page 19 of The Monster I Am
Sliding up behind Bexley, she doesn’t turn around, but I know she can sense me when her body straightens up.
“My shorts look good on you,” I murmur quietly so only she can hear. Sophia is lurking nearby, already looking an interesting shade of green at the mention of running. Her and Tai are way too similar sometimes.
Bexley twists her neck to glance over her shoulder at me. “These are my shorts, Astor.”
“But I bought them for you. Ergo,mine.”
Her pink lips tilt up in a sly smile. “I don’t think so.”
There’s a spark between us as we lock eyes, and if I had to guess, I’d say her mind is exactly where mine is as well.
“Sounds like you and Tai had a fun afternoon yesterday,” I comment quietly, checking the coast is clear before I place a discreet hand on her hip.
Bexley takes a tiny step back, not enough to draw attention, but it brings our bodies together. Her ass fits snugly against my groin, my erection growing with each passing second.
“It was fun,” she whispers teasingly. “Shame you missed it.”
“Hit the track!” Coach Carter calls out, effectively cockblocking me much to my frustration.
I let out a small growl as the woman in front of me shoves herself backwards when everyone starts to move, pushing her ass into my now painfully hard dick. I squeeze her hip in warning before she skips forward, linking arms with Sophia.
“Off you go, Astor,” Bexley says at a normal volume. “We know how much you like to run ahead.”
“Yeah, like a psycho,” Sophia scoffs, none-the-wiser to our brief PDA session. “I’m too young to die, Bex. Avenge me if I collapse.”
Instantly, I’m annoyed at Tai’s twin for stealing Bexley’s attention from me. The pair walk off dismissively, discussing cardio deaths or something.
I have half a mind to just tackle her on to the grass and pin her down, but unfortunately, that would probably not end well for any of us. I can’t deny I’m intrigued, though, the irrational part of my brain nearly securing the win.
Note to self—must not give in to impulsive ideas.
I’m left with no choice but to take off in a sprint when Coach Carter yells at me to get moving.
At least it’s a cathartic distraction. Kind of.
The usual euphoria of running starts to steal my breath, and I realize I’m sprinting faster than normal to get Bexley back in direct view. When our positions align, I slow a little, gaze firmly glued to her ass as she barely hits a jog.
“Can’t believe she even has the nerve to show her face,” I hear from a few pacers ahead. My eyes lock on the two hockey seniors, speeding up a little to listen.
“Yeah,” his friend laughs. “Who does she think she’s fooling with those bandages? Trying to gather sympathies or something.”
“I’d strangle her with them,” he jokes—Appleton, the hockey co-captain, from memory.
“In bed or?” the other guy, Heathering, asks.
Appleton snorts. “Both, I guess. Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot. But she’s from Cedar Heights. Imagine being baby-trapped withthat.”
The two of them laugh at their own pathetic joke as my vision bleeds red. I charge forward, smashing in between them with a jolting shoulder barge.
“What the fuck?” Appleton growls, staggering before the three of us grind to a halt on the track. “What’s your problem, Astor?”
And there it goes—the final rational part of my brain exiting in a haste. “Stop talking shit about people you know nothing about,” I snap angrily. “Maybe if you focused on doing better at gym, you’d actually win your games this season.”
Heathering scowls. “You’re one to talk, Astor. Didn’t we hear a rumor that you were seen kissing that slut in the hallway? I mean, who the hell would choosethatover Liv Winston?”
I’m aware that people are starting to stare, stopping as they catch snippets of our conversation as they pass.
Instinctively, I seek out Bexley, relieved to find she’s still jogging ahead, oblivious to what’s happening behind her. Unfortunately, my actions don’t go unmissed by the two hockey dickheads, their heads turning to follow my line of vision.
