No Strings Attached (Sample)

(4) Short Calls and Big Brawls

“Who was that?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level.

“Just my sister,” Braydon answered quickly. “Got to go.”

He hung up the phone before I managed to say anything else. That giggle sure as hell didn’t come from Braydon, and I was pretty sure it didn’t come from his six-year-old little sister either. It sounded more like a teenage girl- one that was having a bit too much fun. And even scarier, it sounded vaguely familiar…

Jason's POV

The next morning Blake left without me. I didn’t give a shit, though, because it gave me an excuse to ride my baby again. It’d been too long.

Yeah, yeah, with my reputation I could’ve easily being talking about a girl- I wasn’t. I was talking about something more important than any girl out there: my Audi. It was black, sleek and beautiful, and I hadn’t driven it since we’d moved in with Blake and her dad.

I was even nice enough to offer Dave a ride to school. He didn’t have a car himself and his mom had to drive him to school every morning. How freaking embarrassing is that, honestly?

I held my hand out the window as he walked around the car to get in, and he handed me my homework back.

“Get in, dude,” I told him.

I knew there was a reason I became friends with this guy. You’ve got to love the nerds.

 **

The bell for fourth period rang and I found myself smiling. That meant that there was only one more class until lunch, which also meant that there was only one more class until I could have some more fun in the janitor’s closet with another girl.

On the way to class, though, I realised that I didn’t have my copy of the book we were reading in English. I cursed under my breath and turned back in the direction of my locker. I was going to be late now, which probably meant I’d get a few snide comments off Blake throughout the lesson. As if she wasn’t pissed enough at me already…

I stopped dead in my tracks when I turned the corner and saw something I sure as hell didn’t want to see: Dave being bullied. Did I mention that it was by Blake’s saint of a boyfriend, Braydon?

After the whole episode with that douchebag yesterday at lunch, I did some asking around about him. Something seemed so off about that guy, but everyone was just talking about how much of a golden boy Braydon Harris was. He was captain of the football team; he volunteered locally; and most importantly he was a great boyfriend to Blake. But it seemed like I was right and everybody else was wrong.

Not that I wanted to feel smug about that- not one bit.

He grabbed Dave by the front of his shirt and slammed him into the locker. “You better not say anything to Blake,” Braydon threatened, his voice almost a growl.

“I won’t, I swear,” Dave promised. I could see him quivering from all the way over where I was stood.

It felt like now would be a good time for me to cut in.

“What’s going on here?” I demanded, striding onto the scene and giving Boyfriend Braydon a hard glare.

“I don’t think it’s any of your damn business,” he hissed.

I ignored his cocky comeback and just got closer, stopping when we were just a foot apart. “I can make it my business if I want to, so pick on someone your own size, okay?”

Braydon shrugged. “Fine, I will.”

Without warning I was being pushed against the lockers myself. My instincts kicked in and I took a swing at the oaf, hitting him square in the nose. That would definitely do some damage to Braydon’s brain cells, and to think he was only just pushing the double digits with his IQ… such a shame.

Braydon stumbled backwards, giving me enough time to peel myself away from the cold metal of the lockers. But he bounced back quicker than I’d anticipated him to, and soon I had a sharp throbbing in my left eye and was seeing black spots.

Oh shit.

I was about to take another swing- completely defensive, of course- when I felt myself being pulled away. I fought against whoever was trying to break us up until I realised it was a teacher.

Double shit.

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