• • • ⠀MILES' POV ⠀• • •
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"What are you doing, you idiot?"
The high-pitched voice pulled me back to reality with a snap, making a sigh of frustration escape my lips. I shook my head to dissolve the daydreams and looked around the haggard lunchroom. Ever since I brought Faye here two days ago, my thoughts had been messed up. I couldn't seem to think about anything else besides her and the urge to have her close.
My gaze fell on Amber who stood just inside of the door, glancing at me with eyes that practically begged me to take her again. Something I probably shouldn't have done in the first place. I stretched out my legs as she slowly crept closer.
"Nothing," I shrugged and placed my hands behind my neck, studying her.
"We could use your help outside, you know," she said tentatively and walked over to the desk standing in the far corner, deliberately leaning forward with her back facing me. Wearing tiny denim cutoffs, it was painfully obvious what she was trying to accomplish.
"What are you doing?" I said.
She grinned slyly and straightened up, slowly prancing over to where I sat. I followed her movements closely with my eyes, letting my foot drop to the floor when she swung her slender leg over my lap to straddle me.
Her eyes met mine. "Well, I thought. . . you know. . ."
"No, I don't know," I teased, feeling a weird kind of satisfaction upon seeing her struggle.
"Miles," she whined and moved her hips a little.
I leaned forward and placed my lips right beneath her ear. "Get off my lap."
"But I thought—"
"You thought wrong," I snapped, abruptly standing up.
Amber fell backwards, her ass hitting the tile floor with a slap. She gasped and frowned, the corners of her mouth tilting down. Scrambling to get up, she yelled, "What the hell, asshole?"
I merely shrugged, swiping some irritating strands of hair from my forehead. "Not in the mood."
Amber gave me a dumbfounded look before narrowing her eyes. "Fuck you, Miles," she snarled and stomped out from the lunchroom.
"Right back at you," I mumbled despite her already being gone and grabbed the keys to my car, rushing outside.
The need to see Faye had become too strong and I hated the way she affected me. I had never felt like this about a girl before and I despised it. It made me feel weak and vulnerable, two traits I was very unfamiliar with.
I had met pretty girls before, loads of them, but they had nothing on Faye. She was fucking gorgeous and beautiful. The round doe eyes and thick, long hair combined with her tiny yet curvy body nearly drove me to insanity every time I was around her.
She deserved far better than someone like me because I could probably never give her what she was looking for. But the selfish part of me would rather die than letting someone else have her.
I got into my car and drove off, not caring about how pissed my boss would be when he found out I bailed early. Stupid as fuck, but I couldn't muster up enough energy to give two shits.
As I drove, I remembered the way Faye had looked in my car when I took her out two days ago. Her carefree smile and the way she'd felt so comfortable around me she even let herself sing loudly to the radio.
I was getting in deep. I should probably back off before I managed to hurt her. She was too young, too inexperienced, too fragile. And let's not forget she's my little sister's best friend. Everything with the situation was wrong.
Finally making it home, I parked my car in the driveway and slowly got out. The sun was merciless as I made my way around the house, ignoring the front door since I knew Faye and Eliana would be out back by the pool if they were here.
My lips involuntarily quirked up in a grin when I heard her precious laugh and I tried to dismiss the uncanny flutter in my stomach at the sound. With a shake of my head, I rounded the corner and froze.
Faye rested on her back on a big blanket, hair spread like a halo around her head. Dressed in a pink two-piece, she could make anyone go crazy. Her plump lips were formed into a smile as she looked up at the person leaning over her.
Brandon. That motherfucking son of a bitch.
I couldn't make my feet carry me forward, so I just stood like a creep in the shadows and observed them. My hands formed into fists as I watched him dip his head low to swipe his lips across hers.
Blinded by rage, I stalked over to them and cleared my throat to acknowledge my presence.
Faye flew up, knocking her forehead against Brandon's in the process and turned to me with huge eyes. I grinned maliciously when Brandon met my narrowed gaze and hoped he would get a fat bruise on his ugly face.
"Miles," Faye choked out, obviously not expecting to see me.
"Faye," I said curtly and flicked my eyes over to her for a second, before settling on Brandon again.
He gulped and ran a hand through his hair in a nervous manner before awkwardly rising to his feet. "I should um, probably leave," he mumbled.
"Yes." My voice came out low and threatening, hoping he would get the message.
"Miles," Faye quietly repeated, still sitting down.
I pinned her with my stare, clenching my jaw as to not soften under the scrutiny from her doll like eyes. "Leave," I bit out without looking away from her.
Brandon took off like the little pussy he was, not even trying to stand up for himself. Faye stood up and was about to run after him, but I grabbed her arm to yank her back.
"Let go," she said and tried to wrench free, gripping my hand with her small fingers.
"Why the fuck were you with him?" I asked, ignoring her weak attempts to get released.
"We're friends!" she exasperatedly exclaimed, free arm flying out to her side.
I dropped her other arm and crossed my own ones over my chest, staring at her while trying to look indifferent. "Care to tell me why the hell he was about to shove his tongue down your throat then?"
Faye averted her gaze from me and bit down on her lower lip, shaking her head and mumbling, "I was about to tell him to back off, but never got the chance to."
The way she caught her lip between her teeth sent heat straight to parts that needed to stay calm right now and I groaned quietly, taking a step back. I knew she probably told the truth, but I was still pissed off for catching her in the act.
"You know, when I told you I would try to stay away from other girls, I assumed that applied to you when it came to other guys as well," I muttered and turned on my heel, leaving her standing there with a distressed look on her face.
I stomped inside the kitchen, throwing the fridge open and almost grabbed a beer before I remembered I gave that shit up a long time ago. Letting out a frustrated huff, I slid my hands down my face and leaned back against the counter.
For some absurd fucking reason I hoped she would follow me inside the house, but when I turned around to look out all I saw was the empty blanket.
Brilliant. Faye had chosen Brandon over me.
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How To Survive A Reckless Boy ✓Teen Fiction
〚 completed 〛 Faye Frémont has never really bothered with boys. She is timid and insecure, not exactly two personality traits that have them fighting over her. Despite that she knows she would have a hard time maintaining a normal relationship becau...