Page 4 of Reign of the Queen
I give him one of my come-hither smiles. "Does that really work for you?" I subtly let a small breath trail out, pouting my lips and moving my frame closer to his. He inhales sharply, releasing a long groan.
"Huh, does what really work for me?" He leans toward me, staring intently at my lips like his greatest desire is to eat me. His grayish-blue eyes, reminiscent of a winter storm, framed by all that gorgeous light brown messy hair, makes my heartbeat pound against my chest.
His shoulders flex underneath the navy-blue blazer, his lower lip protruding out after biting it with his straight perfect white teeth. He sure was pretty to look at, but evil and sin usually are disguised in beautiful packaging.
I lick my lips slowly, watching him. "Your bullshit charm, does it usually work for you?" I dry heave and jerk away from him.
He sniggers at me, the ass. "Yeah, I usually don't even have to put on the charm before the panties hit the floor."
He sits back, ignoring the teacher like some sort of God, but I guess that's what he genuinely believes he is here in this school—and in this little backward town. I look straight ahead, taking notes of what the teacher puts up on the board regarding our first few labs and the syllabus.
"Listen, Carter, is it? Can you move somewhere else? I am not interested in having you as a lab partner." My voice comes out arctic and firm.
"Why is that?" He leans into me, fluttering impossibly long lashes that most girls would give an ovary to have.
"I'm not interested in carrying the full weight of the lab projects for this class, and no offense, but you don't look like you could pass this class without help." I bat my pretty long eyelashes at him, not as nice as his, but beggars can't be choosers.Yeah, yeah, mine are partially store-bought, fucking sue me.
He reacts like I've slapped him, rearing back in his seat, mouth half-open and eyebrows up near his hairline. "Are you calling me dumb?" His full lips turn down at the corners of his beautiful but deceitful mouth.
"I'm not calling you dumb; that would be unkind. I'm just stating that I don't think you're very smart, or at least not smart enough to pass this class without help." I try to hold in my laugh, keeping my poker face in check.He really is kind of adorable in a psychotic evil way.
"Baby, why you gotta be so cruel? You wound me." He dramatically grabs at his chest, and I hear the girls behind him sigh.
"I'm sorry, Carter, your poor defenseless ego." I sigh dramatically. "Wouldn't want to put a dent in that massive thing." I giggle.
"You're lucky you’re hot blondie; otherwise, I might actually take your comments to heart, and we wouldn't want that now, would we?" He waggles his eyebrows in my direction. It's adorable but not going to work on me. My heart's a block of ice where these kings are concerned.
"No, of course not. Can't have that." I turn back toward the front of the class and decide to ignore him for the rest of the period. I quickly figure out that Carter does not like to be ignored. He continues his obnoxious sighing, tapping his fingers on the table, and bouncing his knee for attention. I clench my teeth as the urge to slap him rises, putting my nerves on edge.
As soon as the bell rings, I jump to my feet and race toward the door before he has a chance to get his ass out of his seat. In my haste to escape Carter, I collide with the muscular jock from first period. Our bodies slam together like we are about to participate in an MMA fight instead of just walking through the halls of Casbury Prep. My breath leaves my body in a hardwhoosh.
"Hey, you're Mia, right?" He lifts his full lips into a grin as he holds on to my elbow to steady me on my heel-donned feet. This guy is a damn tank, at least six-three, and he easily outweighs me by eighty pounds, if not more. Thank fuck I’m stronger than I look, that collision could have knocked me on my ass.
Staring up at his features I realize he’s cute, in a jock, Julian Edelman looking, bright blue-eyed, overly muscular, big shoulders, teddy bear kind of way.Not really my type, but for what I have in store, it doesn’t really matter now…does it?
"Yeah, hey, and your Jessie, right?" I give him my sugar-sweet smile. Carter’s eyes are burning holes into me from the doorway of our classroom, and there are numerous other vultures in the hall watching.
"Ah yup, did you just move here?" He moves his body to block oncoming traffic from the other students exiting their classes and moving toward their respective lockers. He makes for a great shield.I must remember that for future uses. I chuckle.
I grab on to his forearm gently and move us closer to a bank of lockers, knowing full well that Carter’s gaze is tracking us. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Finn and Mateo approaching as well.
Jessie stares down at my hand on his forearm. "Yes, from Manhattan." I let my fingertips trail up over his forearm and back down to his wide wrist, goosebumps breaking out with my touch. "What sport do you play, Jessie?" I motion to his letterman jacket, fluttering my lashes and licking my lips. That gets his full attention, his eyes fix on my mouth like a hawk.The male species is so easy to distract.
"Ah... Football, I'm a full back on the starting line." His voice trails off, eyes filled with heat.
"Wow, that's awesome. I'll have to come out to watch you in a game sometime. I should probably go and find Raegan for lunch, but we should talk again soon." I squeeze his arm and then saunter toward my locker. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him—and the damn kings—staring at me.
I walk away, swaying my hips for my audience, my blonde, wavy tresses cascading down my back.Showtime, I tell myself under my breath. My skin crawls in unease, as their intense gazes continue to closely watch my movements. I have to remind myself we want their attention, even though usually nothing pisses me off more than someone scrutinizing me.
I turn the corner to where my locker's located and come face to face with Melinda standing just next to it, apparently waiting to annoy me further today.Demons and bitches, obviously the theme of the day.I sigh. This is going to be a long-ass day, and my patience is already wearing thin.
"So, Miaaaa," she drags out my name. "How were your first couple of classes here at Casbury?" The sarcasm and "mean girl" vibe is just flowing thick from this chick. "Making friends?"
People linger around their lockers taking longer than Chuck fromGossip Girldid to say those three little words to Blair to grab their shit and move away. I guess they're waiting for what’s going to happen between the self-proclaimed queen bitch of the school and the new girl.Well, ladies and gents, let's give them a show, shall we?
"Ahhh, aren't you so sweet to check up on me and my first day." I give her a pointed look. "No worries, classes here are great. Your four friends from this morning have been very welcoming in each class, and everyone else seems really nice too." I sneer, passing Melinda and opening my locker, forcing her to move over to the side or risk the door hitting her square in the face.Fuck I was really hoping she wasn't going to move; breaking her perfect, store-bought nose would be a great way to burn off some of today’s stress.
Fake smiling at her, I put my books from my classes in my locker. Raegan strolls down the hall toward me so we can go to lunch. "I'm off to lunch, have a great rest of your day." Wheeling around, I stroll off without giving her the time to respond. When I reach Raegan, my shoulders hurt like a bitch from holding my back and neck upright.
