Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Someone’s getting their life back together,” he says, hopping down to the gym floor from the last step.
“Yeah, I guess. Didn’t see you up there, Mr. Ewing. Been here long?”
He smirks, his eyes raking down my front for a brief moment. “It’s Wes, remember? We’re just friends outside of class.”
I cross my arms over my tits since he can’t seem to look away. “Right. Did you need something?”
His eyes lose their easy charm and panic flashes in them. He runs his fingers through his hair, letting loose a frustrated groan. “I’m sorry, Charlotte.”
“For?”
“For acting like a dick yesterday. I was out of line. It was inappropriate and I’m sorry.”
I soften at his words. “It’s fine.”
“No,” he murmurs, frowning. “It’s not. I’m your teacher. I should be more professional…”
“I’m sensing a but,” I say with a laugh.
He smirks. “But, admittedly, it’s difficult. I don’t think you realize how hot you are. I forgot my place.”
“Uh, thanks,” I mumble. “I should go.”
I start for the locker room, unnerved by the sound of his footsteps as he follows. By the time I reach my bag in the locker room, he’s followed me inside. It creeps me out to be alone with him, but I don’t let him know that.
“Bye, Mr. Ewing.”
He stares for a long beat, his eyes raking over my form once more. “Bye, Charlotte. See you in class tomorrow.”
I stare at the door, not moving a muscle until I hear the outer doors close. Forgoing a shower, I quickly change back into my clothes and grab my bag. I shoot a text to Penny to pick me up at the gym side door and then head that way.
I’ve just pocketed my phone when I shove through the doors. I walk into a cloud of cigarette smoke. Two guys are leaned up against the brick building smoking, as though they’re waiting for me. I recognize one of the guys and cringe.
Grayson.
He’s a guy who used to hang out with Ryan. A grade below. One of Ryan’s minions who kissed his ass. The other guy looks familiar too. Ignoring them both, I start for the parking lot. A firm grip around my bicep stops me.
“Where you running off to so fast?” Grayson growls.
I jerk out of his grip, spinning to face off with him. “Don’t touch me.”
His friend comes to stand beside him, choosing to also be a douchebag.
“Everyone knows you purr like a kitten if touched the right way,” Grayson says with a salacious grin. “We’ve seen the pictures. You whored yourself out, Charlotte. Don’t act all prim and proper now.”
“Fuck you,” I snap at him and then point at his laughing friend. “You too.”
“Aww,” Grayson mocks. “She hates you too, Eli.”
“What do you want?” I demand, refusing to be cowed by these fools.
Grayson’s face loses its humor and he gets right in my face, making me shriek in surprise. “I’m here to deliver a message from Ryan.”
My blood runs cold. “We broke up.”
“Tell him that.” He sneers. “Ryan says you’re his. He says his bitch is actively trying to fuck up his life, though.”
I scoff at him. “How?”
“Everyone knows you’re a slut, Charlotte. You spread your legs like it’s your job. Now you expect everyone to believe he tried to rape you? His dad is pissed you’d file such a claim.”
“Tell Ryan to forget he ever knew me,” I hiss out. “And if you ever bother me again, you’ll regret it, fuck boy. I’m a Hoodlum now. You do not want those boys to bring their wrath down on you.”
His eyes flash in surprise and then apprehension. That’s what I thought.
With a bitchy smile and a wriggle of my fingers, I wave to them before turning on my heel and hauling ass away from them.
It’s not until I’m home later and showered that I finally relax. Ryan is a problem I can’t seem to escape from. I hate him.
Before his creeps tried to intimidate me, though, I had a different problem.
Wes Ewing.
I think about the way he behaved and then Cal’s words yesterday about Roux. Quickly, I fire off a text to her.
Me: What’s up with Wes?
She responds immediately.
Roux: Stay away from him, Char.
I frown at my screen before typing back.
Me: Care to elaborate?
Roux: Another day. Just trust me.
I’m about to respond when a number I don’t recognize sends a text. Cold dread consumes me. Ryan won’t quit. But then I read the text. All the stress melts away.
Unknown Number: Miss my dick, loser?
Me: How did you get my number, Mr. Hutton?
I add the number to my contacts in my phone.
Chaos Hoodlum: Magic.
Me: My brother sucks.
Chaos Hoodlum: I bet he does…
Me: Gross.
Chaos Hoodlum: He’s not the only English who gives good head.
Me: How do YOU know if my brother gives good head? Does Roan know you’ve been letting Hollis suck you off?