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Lev
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Biology has always been my favorite subject, especially with Scout sitting so close I can smell her shampoo. The girl’s a complete brainiac—hence her invading senior bio. We’re the only Royals in this class, so it makes sense for the two of us to sit together. To the rest of the high school population, Scout hates my guts, but I know what she feels for me goes so much deeper than mere hatred.
We’re halfway through the period when teach angles the remote at the projector screen. The class lets out a ruckus as the lights go out. He opens his MacBook, and a beat later, the YouTube logo flashes up before us. The class groans collectively. For the next twenty minutes, we’re forced to watch some Bill Nye the Science Guy wannabe discuss the recent fires in the Amazon and how they’re affecting our planet now and will continue to do so in the years to come. I lean back on my stool and try not to fall asleep.
Then, footage of two apes fucking fills the screen.
Titters saturate the room, and I use the opportunity to mess with Scout. I lean in while Mr. Plainer is telling the class to quiet down and whisper, “I hope Nav lasts longer than that on your wedding night.”
She narrows her gaze.
Nothing gives me a bigger hard on than getting a rise out of Cub. No way has my brother not fucked her yet. If I had Scout Taylor in my bed, I’d never let her fucking leave.
She turns her gaze back to the screen, but I don’t miss the way she angles her head when I move closer, or the goose bumps that shiver over her skin.
Well, well, well. It seems Scout’s a little hard up for it, but more than that, she’s not as adverse to me as she’d have everyone believe.
As if she can read my mind, she says, “Fuck you, Lev.”
“Not even if you begged me.” I chuckle quietly and wrap my arm around her waist, dragging her closer, so she’s practically on my lap. Her stool scrapes along the floor, but the room is dark, so no one notices as she squirms against me. “And you would beg, like you never have before. All. Night. Long.”
“You’re disgusting,” she whispers, cold and venomous.
“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much,” I say, darting out my tongue to taste her neck.
“Let me go.”
“I already have.”
Her hard swallow is audible as she glances down, searching for my arm. It’s back by my side. Scout shifts in her seat and moves it several inches away, scowling like a pissed off bear cub.
I think I just hit a nerve, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t prepared to exploit it.
The bell rings, and Scout bolts from her seat before the lights even come back on. I get up and follow. Justin Hearst falls into step beside me. God, I hate that kid. “Is it just me, or does she want you bad?”
Oh, it’s not only you. No way in fucking hell am I telling this dick anything though. He’s so far up Navrin’s ass he’s practically an enema.
“That’s my brother’s girl, Hearst,” I say, not because that’s what I really believe, but because I have to.
“Right, but tell me you’ve never wanted to tap that?”
I grab him by the collar and shove him up against the open classroom door—where I know the entire hall can see. Where Scout and Navrin will see. I rear my fist back and slam it into Justin’s face. Blood squirts from his nose and he cries like a little bitch. “What the fuck, Fox?”
Teach is out of his seat now, gripping the back of my jacket and pulling me off him. “Principal’s office, now!”
“Sure thing, teach.”
“Jesus Christ, what the hell was that for?” Nav says.
I smile and glance at Scout as I’m pushed out the door with a shrug. “I didn’t like his face.”