I Want Him Too...Damn.

°Amy's POV °

We got to school as he pulled his car not so far from the garbage man.

I huffed. Did he want to run the old man over?

I had been silent through out the ride, watching him nod his head to the music that played from the car radio. At one time my feet tapped in rhythm, another time my fingers moved, but one thing was for sure…I hated that....the fact that my feet tapped and my fingers drummed against my thighs in the rhythm of the song.

And the thought of what he was thinking, tortured my mind.

What was he thinking?

“Hope you enjoyed your ride,” He asked, as he took off his seat belt, before helping me with mine.

“Ride? In here? With you?” I scoffed, as I threw the car door open without thinking twice, “Ouchhh!” I winced,as I slowly sat down back on the driver's seat, stealing a glance at him.

I hated the confident smile on his face, I hated even his pretty face!

“Someone forgot she sprained her ankle.” He said, singing it like a song.

I avoided his gaze.

What shit did I get myself into?

I was stuck with him, wasn't I? It dawned on me, and yes I was stuck with the bad boy…a good girl like me, what a stain in my records.

He got off the car almost quickly and came to my side, scooping me in his arms like a feather.

“Hey —” I tried to disagree, but it was already too late, it was of no use fighting him, everyone was watching, jaws dropped, eyes popped and yes, people gossiped, whispering words I wished I could hear to each other.

And there came the Almighty Becky, another bitch I forgot to mention, she was once hell bent on making me suffer, but she didn't know she was messing with a real deal when I threatened to expose her disgusting self to her Alpha boyfriend…she was cheating on him with an Omega!

She approached with arms folded across her chest, looking at me with contempt.

“What a wrong mix,” She said, peering into Jeremy's eyes in disbelief, “You're not dating this piece of trash, are you?” She sighed, rolling her eye balls.

Jeremy was silent, and I didn't expect him to say much even…

Well the clear answer should have been no.

“I am— his girlfriend.” I blurted, fixing my gaze on Becky who flushed with jealousy as her face reddened.

Such a disappointment.

Jeremy on the other hand, smiled, letting out a light huff, like he had won.

“ Playing hard to get I thought,” He said barely above a whisper, before shoving Becky aside as we got into school.

***

The others had already left, laughter echoing faintly down the hall. I lingered behind, pretending to organize my notes.

God, even his name felt dangerous on my tongue. Sleeves always rolled up, voice like warm bourbon. And eyes that watched everything—especially me.

“I'm waiting for you…” He said, finally breaking the silence that crept into the empty classroom…

It was a relief that calling him to help me up wasn't necessary, I was his to care about, at least for today.

“You just want to waste both our time, right?” He asked, his voice deep as he approached me.

My heart stuttered.

I should have laughed. I should have left.

But then I got up on my feet and stared back at him as I squeezed the ends of my skirt , pressing my thighs together.

He walked toward me—casual, confident—and stopped just a foot away.

“This is a bad idea,” he said, voice low.

I tilted my head. “Then why haven’t you moved?”

His jaw flexed. “Because you know exactly what you’re doing.”

I did. And I wanted him to lose control.

“I’m turning eighteen soon,” I whispered. “Old enough to know what I want.”

His hand came up to my face, brushing hair from my cheek. “Tell me to stop.”

I leaned in, lips barely touching his. “No.”

And that was all it took.

He kissed me like he’d been holding back for months. All fire and frustration. His hand cupped the back of my head as his tongue slid against mine, stealing my breath and feeding it back to me in gasps.

My books scattered to the floor as he lifted me onto my desk, shoving papers and pens aside like none of it mattered. His lips trailed down my throat, then lower, until he was tugging at my shirt with trembling restraint.

“You drive me crazy in class,” he growled. “Do you even realize what you do to me when you sit there in the front row, acting like a good little student?”

I smirked, even as I moaned.