CHAPTER 2

Adonis Briggs. The principal's son, basketball captain and every girl's dream. His dark green eyes and sleeve of tattoos and that commanding aura was more than enough to make any girl swoon. When he steps into a room, it felt like the whole world held it's breath and time freezes. But, he was a notorious playboy. Allegedly he had a new girl in his room every other Tuesday. 

“Hey...new girl” I heard a voice say, jolting me out of my thoughts. I turned to see the very subject of my thoughts, Adonis. 

“Are you going to say something or you're just going to stare?” He asked. His amusement was palpable. A smirk tugging at his perfectly shaped lips.

I scoffed. 

“There's barely anything to look at. Don’t flatter yourself” I replied with a roll of my eyes.

He laughed, slow and deliberate like he was holding a secret of mine.

“That's funny because earlier today, it sounded like you were going to lick my lips all day” He said, wiggling his fingers in the air, mocking the imaginary quotation marks.

I groaned and buried my face in my hands causing him to laugh even harder. 

“What did you mean when you called me a new girl?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation away to anything but the embarrassing encounter. 

“You're new here aren't you?” He asked, the confusion visible on his face. 

“We've had at least ten classes together every week for the past three years, Adonis Briggs.” I answered deadpan.

“Oh” He murmured, his eyes scaning me like he was searching my face to see if he could detect a lie. 

“So, where have you been all this while?” He asked, his lingering gaze assessing me.

“Everywhere away from you and your sexual conquests” I replied.

“My what?!?” He asked in disbelief bursting into a fit of laughter. I stared back in confusion.

“What's so funny?” I asked.

“I don't go on sexual conquests. The hell do you even mean?” He asked, laughing, coughing and tearing up. 

“Don't you have a new girl in your room every Tuesday? Red silk sheets and furry handcuffs?” I asked innocently enough to make him choke on laughter.

“What?!?” He barked laughing, this time, tears sliding down his face.

“What's so funny?” I asked while he tried to pull himself together. 

“I have no idea what you're going on about but it's damn hilarious” He answered.

“So you haven't slept with half the girls in school?” I asked.

“That's wild” He replied, clearly amused.

“But… But everyone says…” I started before he grabbed my chin and brushed my lower lip with his thumb. 

“I don't care what everyone else says. Right now, I only care about what you say. I want us to be friends, what do you say?” He asked, his eyes boring holes into mine. 

“I… I… Uh…” I stuttered. 

“Do I make you nervous?” He asked, drawing dangerously closer to me. The air around us thickened, the tension could be cut with a knife. 

“Say something or I'll be forced to start biting you” He whispered, dangerous, teasing.

“That's very tempting, I promise” I replied, pushing him away. He laughed. 

“What's funny?” I asked.

“I already know how this is going to end” He said calmly with a smirk of confidence plastered on his face.

“Oh, really?” I asked. He nodded.

“Kindly share. I'd like to know” I said.

He laughed softly and bit his lip. Oh my days. That's so hot! No, Caitlin. Focus!

“That's for me to know and for you to watch unfold” He answered, eyes glinting with mischief.

“What's that even supposed to mean?” I asked.

“You'll see” He answered and began to walk away. Or should I say strut away.

There's something so sexy about him. So...alluring. So dangerous. The way he looks. The way he walks. The way he talks. I'm not so sure I want to judge the girls who throw themselves at him anymore. They might not be so crazy after all.