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Scout
We converge on the hallway after lunch. I open my locker. Another note has been slipped inside. The pristine white paper mocks me. I pick it up, open my textbook, and slip the note inside, so it looks like I’m just brushing up on chemistry.
Your moans are like poetry
I tried to write a haiku
But that shit is for losers.
Can’t wait to fuck you.
“What’s that?”
I slam the textbook shut and pull it from my locker. My heart races like a freight train.
“Oh, my God, Nav! You scared me.” I tuck my hair behind my ear and hold my textbook tightly to my chest in case my heart beats right through my freaking ribcage. “It’s just something from Nova.”
“She writes letters? What happened to texting?”
“It’s not a letter. It’s an inspirational quote.”
“Hey, Nova, where’s my inspirational quote?” Nav says and I flinch. She’s not going to know what the hell he’s talking about and I’m going to be outed. I slam my locker.
“Um ...” Nova glances between the two of us and shrugs. “Don’t be a dick today?”
“Oh my God,” I shriek. I know I’m overcompensating when both Saint and Lev arch their brows. “You’re too funny, Nove.”
“I’m never a dick, but thanks.” Nav runs a hand through his hair and glances at his twin. “Maybe Lev could find inspiration in that one instead.”
“Bite me, fuckface. I’m only a dick when it counts.”
“Which is twenty-four-seven, right? It comes so naturally to you it’s like breathing air.” I shrug and hoist my Louis Vuitton higher on my shoulder.
Lev grins salaciously. “You’re confusing being a dick with having a dick. Some of us just happen to be incredible at using theirs. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Cub?”
Nav steps between us. “Lay off.”
Lev chuckles and throws me a wink. “It’s so cute how uptight you girls get at the mention of a good, hard dicking.”
His eyes follow the lines of my body, as if his heated gaze added an exclamation point to the end of each word. Though I hate his power over me, a blush claws its way up my neck and spreads across my cheeks.
Nova glances between the three of us and frowns. “Nav, why did you want an inspirational—”
“Come on, you know how Mrs. Stephens gets when we’re late.” I grab her hand and lead her off to Spanish so fast I give myself a stomachache before she can finish that sentence. I don’t need to get caught out in a lie.
A lie. As if it’s singular. As if all the scheming, hiding, sneaking around, and coming on a D that doesn’t belong to my boyfriend can be narrowed down to one lie. As if we could be considered just one lie.
“What the hell was that about?” Nova asks.
I shove down the panic and smile. “Beats me. I think Nav might have knocked a few brain cells loose with that hit from Greenville last week.”
Nova chuckles and glances over her shoulder, no doubt trying to catch another glimpse of my brother before we disappear around the corner. I duck into Spanish without a backward glance.
That was too close.
I’m going to kill Lev Fucking Fox.