Semua Bab The QB’s Nerdy Addiction : Bab 11 - Bab 20

TREYThe first thing that fills my line of sight when we step into the conference room is a massive digital projection occupying the far wall.It’s a frozen frame of the VSU blog–specifically, the side-by-side comparison of my bonfire kiss with Skylar, placed right next to Shawn and Cherry’s desperate lip-lock, topped with some ridiculous caption.Ah. So that’s the video Skylar was practically hyperventilating about in the hallway.Honestly, I don't give a solitary shit about campus gossip, viral polls, or whatever electronic sewer the student body frequents. While the rest of the school was obsessing over clips, I was busy running digital background checks to pull up anything I could find on Skylar. But looking at the screen now, seeing my hand buried in her ass while she wrapped her legs around me, sends a sudden spike of dark satisfaction to my chest.“Crawford, Miss Michaelson, please take your seats,” Coach commands from the head of the conference table. “Same goes for you, Parke

“Shhh!” I bring my index finger to my lips, shooting my fiercest glare across the wooden tables of the third-floor library wing. "Quiet, please! This is the fourth time I’m asking!"The group of freshmen giggling near the fiction section barely glance my way before lowering their voices by just a bit. Letting out a soul-weary sigh, I rub my temples. Seriously, do people not know what a library is for anymore? It’s for studying, quiet contemplation, and drowning in existential dread–not for catching up on campus gossip or flirting over open textbooks.Honestly, if I didn't desperately need the twenty bucks an hour from this work-study gig, heaven knows I wouldn't waste my Thursday night acting as a glorified babysitter for noisy undergrads.I adjust my glasses and try to refocus, but a prickly sensation on the back of my neck makes me still.Slowly, I glance up.Across the room, sitting at a round table near the occult and philosophy section, is a group of hard-core goths. And every

Trey lifts his head from his tablet, having the absolute audacity to look confused. "Why who?" "Natalia!" I snap, keeping my voice dropped to a harsh whisper so I don't get thrown out of my own shift. "Of all people, Trey! Why her?!""Is there something wrong with Natalia?""Yes! She’s Cherry’s best friend! You know–Cherry? The actual demon walking among us?!" A dark, thick brow lifts lazily. "Okay. And that's supposed to be a problem for me... why, exactly?He can’t actually be serious right now. Hasn’t he heard the stories about how vicious Cherry’s clique really is? They destroy people for fun, and Natalia is Cherry's second-in-command.From the looks of it, he couldn't care less. And boy, does that sting far more than I care to admit. Hot frustration burns behind my eyes, and before I can lock my emotions down, the dam breaks."What is your problem?!" I whisper-yell, my chest heaving beneath my floral sweater dress–which suddenly feels way too hot. "Just two days ago, you were.

SKYLAR Two wildly conflicting feelings hit me all at once. First: pure terror. A whole bucket of it. Second: a traitorous wave of heat sneaking its way between my thighs. Flip. I swear my not-so-sexy cotton underwear is a completely drenched mess right now. And I’m blaming every single dark romance novel I’ve ever consumed. Because how in the absolute world does someone even get aroused in a situation like this?! A sharp camera-shutter click echoing down the aisle throws my head sideways. The entire library has gone dead silent. I mean, pin-drop quiet. Half a dozen students scattered across the study tables are unashamedly staring at us, their eyes wide over the tops of propped-up textbooks. Even the group of freshmen from earlier are practically falling out of their chairs to get a better view. And to make matters a gazillion times worse, the same guy from before, who cleared his throat, quickly lowers his phone like he didn’t just take a picture. Oh, sweet mercy. With the w

TREY "T-Trey..." The word stutters out from her lips as she tries to pull back, looking up at me like I'm a storm she can't outrun. I don’t waste my breath replying with words. All I do is what I do best. I stare. And sure enough, it takes three agonizing seconds before her resistance breaks. With a soft, shuddering breath, her hands drop to the waistband of her underwear. Watching her sluggishly shimmy the wet fabric down her pale thighs is a special kind of torture. My jeans are straining so violently against my cock it’s a physical ache, and my blood’s roaring like a freight train in my ears. But I stay still. I force myself to sit back and watch every fucking second of her unraveling. She kicks the balled-up cotton off her ankles and reaches down to toss it to the side of the table. My hands snatching her panties right out of the air before it can even hit the wood has her eyes popping wide open. With heavy breaths catching loudly in her throat, she watches me fold the dam