Page 32 of Never His Girl
In other news, a little birdy told me a certain VirginVixen was recently tagged in a sappy photo montage on her socials. By whom you ask? Well, I’m sure you all remember a certain mystery guy who popped up in candids during VirginVixen’s summer excursion to Cuba. If those thirst traps he’s tagging you in are any indication, it looks like somebody misses you, VV. Wonder if PrettyBoyD’s seen them yet.
Oops!
If he hasn’t … I’m guessing he will now.
Later, Peeps.
—P
Chapter 10
BLUE
I haven’t stopped shaking since I sat down, unsure of what came over me in the gym. I know what’s at stake, and yet, I couldn’t control myself.
There was just something about being knocked down by him, hearing them all laughing about it. I’m just so,sosick of taking it all in stride, pretending it doesn’t hurt.
I’m sitting in the waiting room alone, but still hide my face inside my shirt when the tears come. Here I was, telling Scar just yesterday to play it cool, and now look at me. Waiting to be seen by Headmaster Harrison because I punched West.
If anything, he should’ve been thelastperson I laid a finger on. This experience has taught me manythings, but most of all, it’s taught me that West’s family’s reach is at least as far as I imagined. Hence the reason I’m on probation and he’s untouchable.
I’m still sniffling inside my t-shirt when the door opens and closes beside me, but I don’t peek out to see who’s entered. I should have more dignity than to cry so openly in front of someone, but I’m exhausted in every way imaginable.
A ringtone goes off beside me and whoever’s come in scrambles to get to their phone.
“Yeah,” he answers, and I’m suddenly aware of who the hell it is.
I glare up from the collar of my shirt only long enough to confirm. And, sure enough, West is peering down on me. Fortunately, he’s not forcing conversation down my throat like before, but it’s likely just a matter of time.
Why the hell is he here anyway?
“Dane, I…”
He pauses to listen, releasing a long sigh right after.
“I haven’t seen the update yet, but I’m sure it’s just…”
His words cut off again when his brother interrupts like before.
“Tagging her in photos doesn’t mean anything. They’re probably just pics of them from summer,” he whispers tensely.
He switches to speakerphone, and then turns the volume super low. I can hear, but no one beyond the office door should be able to. Still, I can’t help but wonder whyI’meven permitted to listen in. From what I can tell, it seems like kind of a private conversation.
“I haven’t even met this guy and I fucking hate him,” Dane fumes. “Every pic, he’s shirtless, fucking soaked from head to toe, or showing off his damn art.”
“Art?” West asks.
“He fucking paints. And, of course, he painted her. Says he’s shipping it to her this week. How the fuck am I supposed to compete with shit like that?”
“Does this mean you intend tostartcompeting?” West asks, and I hate that I’m mildly interested in this conversation. It’s at least a distraction from the impending doom that awaits me when Headmaster Harrison calls on me.
Dane sighs before reaching a conclusion. “I… no. We’re not right for each other. She’s got her whole…‘virginity pledge’situation I’d only fuck up. Literally,” he adds. “Butthatdickhead isn’t right for her either,” he insists, sounding like he’s outdoors now, which reminds me the dismissal bell recently rang.
“Shit!” Dane growls. “And if I say anything about it, I’ll just sound like a hater.”
“Pretty much,” West sighs.
“Anyway, I gotta get to practice. What should I tell Coach when he asks where you are?”