“We’ve got to take off now. Before we go, though, I wanted to say you’re welcome to hang onto my joggers if you like them.”
I’m about to at least mutter a thank you to him when he continues. “I really liked imagining your bare pussy inside of them.” He gives me a megawatt smile.
Micah makes a hand motion like he’s jacking off and Beau laughs, shoving him.
My mouth has gone drier than the Sahara. I blink a few times in disbelief at what he’s just said.
Beau and Micah slap Xander’s shoulders and motion to the car to tell him they’ll be waiting.
On one hand, I’d rather no one witness whatever else Xander wants to say to me. On the other hand, I don’t know if I feel better being left alone with him or not.
Xander nods in the direction of the stands. “Looks like Max is ready to go. That’s who you were waiting on, right?”
“Yeah. So, explain this—not that I’m going to do a damn thing you tell me to, but I want to make sure I have this right. You have no issues with me going places with Max, butJustinis a definite no-go.”
“Max is harmless. Justin is not.” He quirks one brow up as his lips form a thin line. “Got me?” He plants his hands on his hips and eyes Max as he comes toward us.
I tilt my head to the side. “Just so you know, Justin has been nothing but nice to me.” I nod in the direction of Xander’s SUV where Beau and Micah have been joined by Aria. “Looks like your girlfriend is waiting for you.”
Aria’s ass is planted on the bumper, her arms crossed stiffly as she watches us from a distance.
“I wouldn’t want you to have to find out you’re wrong about him, Red.”
I scowl, hissing, “What the hell does that even mean? And why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone? What did I do to you? You’ve done nothing but taunt me and stalk me since school started.” My breath heaves. “And why do you even care what happens to me?”
Ten seconds tick by before he answers. “I don’t fucking know.”
The look of frustration and regret in his eyes haunts me for the rest of the weekend.
Chapter 15
Monday at lunch, I’m sitting with Daphne when Max rushes over. He sits down quickly, his tray clattering on the table. He props his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his palm, his eyes glued to his plate as he starts to eat.
Daphne and I exchange a look. She shrugs, and I shrug right back.
Finally, he looks up. “I don’t know what to say. Hang on. I’m trying to process what I just saw.”
Daphne kicks him lightly under the table. “You’re being weird.”
“Yeah, so I’ll just come out with it, then.” His gaze slides over to me. “It’s probably a good thing your phone is missing.” He presses his lips together.
“You’re freaking me out.”
“You should be freaked. Um, so here’s the thing—the reason why I was late. Your phone number is on the bathroom wall right now in at least two of the boys’ bathrooms. I’d bet more.”
Daphne gasps. “What the hell? Seriously?”
He looks me square in the eye. “The message under your number says, ‘Scarlett gives good head, send a dick pic.’”
Wow. Just wow.
Daphne wrinkles her nose. “That’s so gross. Do guys think we actually want to see their junk like that? It’s like a repulsive sneak attack.”
* * *
When I get to my last class of the day, art with Daphne, guess what’s on my table?Yep.My fucking phone, complete with no fewer than twenty text messages from unknown numbers, over half of them containing the dick pics that Max warned me about. Considering I’ve only ever seen one penis up close and personal, today’s art class has been quite the education in the human form. Unfortunately, it’s not one I necessarily wanted and definitely not one I’d asked for. Try telling that to all these dudes who keep sending me pics of their junk.
That entire mess has me questioning the sanity of the people who’d actually send the photos in the first place. I lock eyes with Daphne across the table we share. “Do they think if their dick measures up I’ll actually call them?”