Page 31 of Broken Romeo

I should want Addison. Other than being a mean girl, she was just my type. Easy. And expendable.

But I didn’t want Addison. I wanted Kate.

All I could think about was Kate.

And I couldn’t help but notice the slight moment of pain in her eyes when I avoided her at our last class. When she waved and smiled at me with a chipper “Hey, Holden,” all I did was grunt in response and take the seat farthest away from her.

And now here we were in the cafeteria together.

I’d call it fate except it’s hardly divine intervention when two students with the meal plan are grabbing lunch at the only cafeteria at noon on a school day.

I watched her from over by the salad bar as she stared at her phone, brow furrowed, concern creasing her mouth. I wasn’t sure what she saw on her phone, but something had her worried.

She balanced her tray on her hip and tucked her phone into her back pocket. Then, she spun and grabbed a muffin, a banana, and an apple, adding the food to her already piled high tray.

Huh. Was she that hungry? Or just stockpiling for later?

I move closer as a redhead girl standing beside her adds mac & cheese to her tray. “That bad, huh?” the friend said.

I shifted in closer to them, still out of sight, but so I could hear them better.

Again, like a fucking creeper.

Katherine sighed and grabbed a bowl of pulled pork. “Bad enough that I’m going to try to make one meal card swipe last for all three meals.”

Ah. That made more sense… Money problems.

I’d seen a lot of my classmates do that in my four years here.

You paid the school cafeteria for a swipe of your card and each meal was all you could eat. The poorer students would only eat one meal a day but load up their trays with extra things they could bring back to the room to eat later.

Kate turned around to walk a couple steps in my direction and I dodged out of the way, heart hammering against my ribs that I’d almost been caught.

“Dude,” Duncan, one of my closest friends said to me. “The fuck is your problem?”

“Nothing,” I grunted, then grabbed a brownie from the dessert table as though I’d been there solely for that.

“Aight. I’m gonna go grab us a table.”

I inclined my chin at Duncan. “Yeah, I’ll be right behind you.”

He gave me another strange look, then with a shrug, walked off.

I turned my attention back to Katherine and her girlfriend as I slid around closer to the pizza trays.

“I know a girl who sells her used panties online,” the redhead whispered.

My spine goes stiff as a board.

Actually, not just my spine. The thought of Kate selling her panties made my cock rock hard, too. How wet would she be? Would she leave little damp spots between those pretty little thighs of hers? I imagined wrapping those panties around my shaft and stroking myself while I closed my eyes and pictured Katherine over top of me, riding me—

“She makes like fifty bucks a pop,” the friend added, fracturing my pornographic thoughts.

Kate’s face twisted, jerking around to look at her friend. “Fifty bucks? For used undies?”

“Apparently, some people pay even more than that.”

I would fucking pay her my entire trust fund to buy the panties she had on right fucking now.