Cameron
I'm in the best mood when I walk into first period. Nobody can bring me down, not even Ms. Peters as she scolds me for being late. I was late all for good reason.
Maddie.
We lost track of time, too wrapped up in each other to stop. I repaid her for what she did to me this morning, and my head was between her legs for at least an hour.
I'm not complaining whatsoever.
With a smug grin still stuck to my face, I sink down into my chair and watch as Sadie quickly turns around to face me. "You seem to be in a good mood this morning," she notes, and it seems like she's hiding something. Like she knows something I don't.
"And?" I question. "Can I not have a good day?"
"Oh, you can..." she trails off as she analyzes her chipped pink nail polish. "I'd just like to know why you ignored my calls all night."
Did she call me?
Maybe she did.
"I was sleeping," I lie. "Practice got out late. I was tired."
"And that would have been such a good excuse," she replies with sarcasm, her eyes narrowing slightly as she brings her voice down to a whisper. "But see, when I drove by your house, guess what I saw?"
I try to think of something quick, already knowing where she's going with this. I should have thought about this sooner.
I roll my eyes, attempting to stall while I think of an excuse. "What did you see?"
"Little miss goody good's car parked in your driveway. What was her car doing there at midnight, Cam?"
The teacher eyes the both of us from the corner of the room, so Sadie turns back around to face the front.
"What is everyone's obsession with us being together?" I hiss quietly. "I'm not seeing her. I'm not doing anything with her. Ethan's car had a flat tire so he drove her car to my house last night. Do you honestly think I'd make a move on Maddie?" The story makes sense, and since she and Ethan aren't close I highly doubt she'd ask him to verify if what I said was true. At least I hope not.
"Sorry," Sadie mumbles. "I just wanted to be sure."
"And if I did have another girl over it's none of your goddamn business. You aren't my girlfriend, Sadie. I don't do girlfriends. You're just a quick fuck, so know your place and stop driving by my house at night like a stalker."
"Mr. Holden." Ms. Peters clears her throat to grab my attention. "Something you'd like to address with the class?"
"No," I reply with a cocky smile, leaning back more in my chair as I hear sniffles escape from Sadie. "I've said my peace."
***
By lunchtime, I feel famished. I never got a chance to eat breakfast this morning, and when I enter the cafeteria to get in line I see Maddie and Maya at a table. Maddie has on an old sweatsuit of mine from a few years ago since she had nothing else to wear, and something about her being in my clothing makes my dick already ready for her.
My god. You'd think that after two straight days of pleasing her, I'd get bored, or tired, but I'm thinking of all the different positions I want her in when Ethan comes up and taps me on the shoulder. "Yo, why weren't you on the game last night?" he asks.
I picture Maddie's tongue all on my dick—the way she sucked on that finger with my come dripping off of it.
"I was tired after practice," I lie. "Coach ran us fucking dry yesterday."
"Yeah," he agrees. "I know. I'm sore as hell still. Practice today is going to suck."
We inch closer in line to get our food, and I avoid looking at Maddie as much as possible. I'll give it away for sure if anyone catches me staring at her.
"So, this weekend I think I want to just keep it low-key," Ethan says. "Maybe just play video games? Watch football?"
"Perfect," I tell him.
"Really? I thought I'd have to convince you. You don't have plans with Sadie? Or Kelsey?"
Little does he know the girl I want to have plans with lives under the same roof as him. I can't get Maddie's body out of my mind. I played house with this girl for crying out loud. She stayed the night! No one has ever stayed the night.
"Nope. No plans," I say, even though I'm planning many things I can do with his sister in my mind right now. "I need a chill weekend too."
I quickly glance over to their table again and see Mark hovering over her, his hand inches from hers.
What the actual fuck does he want with her?
I can't storm over there, I can't tell him to fuck off, all I can do is hope that Ethan takes care of it. "He's never going to learn," I say nonchalantly as if anger isn't coursing through me, directing Ethan's attention to their table.
Ethan's expression hardens when he sees him talking to her, and as soon as we pay he strides over, slamming his tray down in front of him. "Hey, dipshit," he sneers. "Did you not learn the first time? Get the fuck away from my sister."
"Ethan, stop," Maddie warns, clearly uncomfortable by the attention this is bringing her. Everyone's eyes are on them, and Ethan is so furious that it looks like Mark is about to get punched for a second time.
"I was just asking her to the homecoming dance," Mark says, and then he looks at me, and it seems as if he knows everything. He knows that she means something to me.
What is his motive here? Is this because I made captain over him? Is it because I slept with Sadie when he's had the biggest crush on her for years?
"In your dreams," Ethan spits. "If you actually think I'd let her go with you you're fucking insane."
"Honestly, stop." Maddie gets irritated now, and she shifts in my sweatsuit, hugging it tighter against her. "I already said no, Ethan, but if I did say yes then you wouldn't have a say. I can go with whoever I want."
"As if," Ethan retorts. "Dad would never allow that. He knows Mark."
Mr. Holden is probably the only man I'm intimidated by. He's a regular at the gym, huge and muscular with tattoos covering his body. I wouldn't mess with him, and he knows all of us inside and out. He used to be us. He wouldn't let us get within two feet of Maddie.
"Can you go?" Maddie asks. "Honestly, just leave me alone."
Maya rises up from her seat to de-escalate the situation, and as soon as she grabs onto Ethan's arm I see him instantly relax. Maddie narrows her eyes, clearly sensing something is going on. She's not stupid. "Let's go cool off," she whispers gently. "Come on, Ethan."
He roughly hits his shoulder against Mark as she pulls him away, leaving just the three of us at the table. I'm not going anywhere until he leaves her the fuck alone.
"Can you just think about it?" he asks. "You're the only person I want to go with. I'm not scared of your brother. I'll do whatever it takes to bring you."
He's just doing this to get into her pants. He said it as clear as day in the lab the other day. He doesn't actually want to go with her, and if it weren't for the scene Ethan just caused then I would have tackled him to the floor already.
She nods. "I will."
He turns to look at me again, another knowing expression. As if he won. As if she would ever actually go with him.
"Looks like I might just succeed after all." He chuckles lowly enough for her not to hear as he walks away from the table, and I grab onto the sleeve of his shirt before he can walk away from me.
"Over my dead body," I threaten. "You touch her and I swear to god I'll—"
"What?" he responds humorously. "Protect your best friend's honor? Beat me up for him? Please. It's obvious as fuck what's going on, bro, and quite frankly I think it'll be fun to get a girl you've never had. Make it a little game, you know?"
He's just suspecting it. He doesn't have any proof, and Ethan would deny that rumor if it ever surfaced. He's never seen me remotely flirt with Maddie, so he'd never believe it.
But little does Mark know that my fingers have already been inside of her. I've already tasted her, licked her clean, and given her the best orgasm she's ever had. He will never be able to score her because she's always been mine. Long before we started messing around.
Mine?
Wait, what?
No.
Absolutely not.
My eyes grow wide at the realization of my feelings, and Mark lets out another belly gut laugh as he walks away, leaving me alone to my thoughts.
Oh, god.
I'm in much deeper shit than I ever imagined.