His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...
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— 4 —
"Hey, Cupcake," Calvin shouts from down the hall, Trent and Whit in tow. "How's life?"
"Same as usual," I answer, shuffling through the books in my locker.
Calvin is Trent's cousin, but the two are complete opposites. Slender, lean-fit, and gorgeous, Calvin's only a rank below Leon in terms of looks. His light brown hair falls about two or three inches above his shoulders, naturally curly at the ends. Chocolate eyes are inspecting me, assessing something. He's wearing dark, boot cut jeans and a Monster energy drink shirt with rundown Converses.
Trent, on the other hand, has on white soccer shorts and a dark red, under armor shirt. His short, black hair is covered with a white beanie that has a thin strip of red wrapped around it. The Vans he's wearing look almost as rundown as Calvin's, worn and faded from black to a grungy gray.
"We didn't see you at the rave last night," Calvin says.
I shrug, pulling out my English book to stuff it into my bag. "Yeah, I had things to take care of at home, so I couldn't make it."
"It's a shame too. I love the way your pink hair looks under black lights." He grins, leaning against the locker. "You'll be at the one tonight, right?"
I nod. "I promised Leon I'd come."
"Speaking of Leon," Whit suddenly joins the conversation, looking at me seriously, "Rumors are floating around town. Seems like Preston isn't happy about the fight with Ronnie, so he's out for blood."
"And he threatened me." It's not a question.
"Yeah," she answers anyway. "Leon doesn't want you going anywhere alone for the next couple of weeks."
I sigh, closing the locker. "Alright," I agree.
Calvin cuts in, "Is anyone at your house? We know you live alone; maybe you should come stay with one of us."
I shake my head, pulling my bag on my shoulder. "Mother and sister are home, so you don't have to worry about it. They'd never let something like that happen to me." Unless they do it themselves.
"Just be careful, Cupcake," Whit stresses. "You know how Leon is when one of us is threatened."
Calvin snickers at that. "Yeah, I heard about the incident with Noah. Bet it took everyone to hold him back so he didn't beat the shit out of Noah."
"You have no idea," Whit mutters. "Nikki and TJ were so busy trying to keep him from going ape-shit that they couldn't help her."
He laughs. "And that's his own step brother! I can't wait to see his reaction when Preston comes after us."
"I hope he goes after you first," Whit says.
"Hey, I'm all for it." He grins. "It'll be nice having someone worried about me."
