“That new skank better watch herself. I don’t know who she thinks she is, but Beau definitely has no interest in some poor little girl from the wrong side of the tracks who can’t even afford to be here on her own.”
Another voice now, “But she gets to stay with them. That’d be fucking amazing. Makes me hot just thinking about it. Can you imagine running into either of the Danbrook brothers in the middle of the night? Shirtless?”
A third girl snorts. “I’m drooling just thinking about it. I’d drag them back to my bedroom and have my way with either one of them.”
The second girl groans and makes noises like she’s slurping them up. “Those boys are delicious. And with Beau a free agent now? Sign. Me. Up.”
“Yeah. I think we should definitely make an appearance if there’s another party this weekend.” The third girl gives a little snort.
The first girl speaks again. “There’s always a party. You just watch. I’m going to drag Beau back down to that theater room again.”
I’d assumed the first girl talking was Mandy the second she opened her mouth, but that comment is confirmation. From where I’m standing, I can see through the narrow gap between the door and the stall.
Mandy’s sneer is ugly and she looks completely proud of herself. “I’ve already gotten started. I totally sucked his huge cock at the party Sunday night.”
I cover my mouth. I’m going to vomit.
The other two girls gasp, playfully smacking at their friend. “You did not.”
“I sure as fuck did. I had him moaning so much I couldn’t tell what gibberish was coming out of his mouth, but he erupted like a goddamn volcano. Anyway, I don’t know if Miss Lyla knows who I am yet, but she’s about to find out. She’d better keep her dirty paws off. He’s totally going to be mine.”
Unable to take another word, I unlock and fling the stall door open. Calmly crossing to the sinks, I wash my hands, all the while catching the mortified expressions of the girls in the reflection of the mirror.
The other two rush out quickly, leaving only Mandy in the room with me.
“You’re her, right? And you heard all that, I take it?”
I nod, turning toward her, my eyes flashing. “Nice to meet you.” I hold my hand out to her. “I’m Lyla. I hear you’re a gymnast, too.”
Her eyes gleam at me, and she definitely doesn’t take my hand. Not that her rudeness surprises me. “I’m the team captain. Stay away from Beau, or I will make your life fucking hell. You won’t get enough practice time on the equipment and you sure as hell better believe I’ll have a chat with Coach Hall about not putting a skanky ho in the lineup to compete.”
Time to set this bitch straight.I cross my arms over my chest, never dropping her gaze. My eyes bore into hers. “Doesn’t seem like a wise thing to do.”
“Why is that?” She takes a step toward me, shoving my shoulder.
I steel myself. If she thinks I’m literally going to be pushed around, she’s mistaken. I will knock her ass out. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve punched someone. “Because, bitch, I was brought here to make your pathetic team look better. I’m Lyla Taylor, and don’t you or your little friends forget it.”
We square off for probably ten seconds before she whirls around and leaves the room in a huff, dark hair flying behind her.
I may have won that battle, but at what cost? Groaning, I exit the bathroom, rushing into the precalc classroom as the bell rings.
There’s a seat open at the back of the class where Micah and Beau are sitting, and Beau points at it, but I frown, shake my head, and sit down in the open seat next to Aria instead. The whole scene with Mandy in the bathroom rushes back at me. She’s going to make my life a nightmare if I go near him. Do I care? That bitch can’t tell me what to do. If I decide I want to be with him, I will be. But the question is… do I? We definitely have some chemistry, no doubt about that. And he’s an outstanding fucking kisser. But I also barely know him, and this could mess with my entire future. What a clusterfuck.
I need to think about it. Squaring my shoulders, I pull out my notebook and textbook, facing front, even when Beau tries to get my attention.
“Oh, damn. Did you see that? She totally just ignored you.” Some dumbass in the back begins to roll with laughter. “Beau, only you could have pussy in your house at the ready that you can’t tap because she has mad attitude.”
Aria elbows me. She gives me a look that says Don’t let that slide, you’ll regret it. I inhale through my nose and turn around, aiming a lethal stare at the fucknut who is still cracking up at the back of the classroom.
“Beau and I see plenty of each other at home. You’re just jealous you can’t get pussy on the regular.” I sneer at the asshole. “He’s not a social crutch, you moron. I’ll sit where I want.”