Semua Bab The QB’s Nerdy Addiction : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The moment I pull the phone away from my ear, Skylar’s in my space. The smug smirk she wore three seconds ago has now been replaced by wide-eyed anxiety. "Who was that?" she asks tightly. "Coach,” I reply, placing my phone back into my pocket. That earns me a confused look. "Coach Adams? As in... the terrifying drill sergeant who probably eats sharks for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?" "That's one way to describe him, but yeah. Same man." Her shoulders tense up. "Well? What does he want?" "He wants me in his office immediately. Apparently, Shawn wasn't beaten up bad enough, because the douchebag still had enough strength to crawl straight to Coach and run his fucking mouth." Skylar’s eyes bulge. "Shawn reported you to Coach?!" "Yes, sweetheart. That's literally what I just said." "Oh, heavenly mother of Zeus.” Panic immediately has her breathing turning shallow as she begins pacing the small strip of floor, wringing her hands together erratically. "This is bad. This is

TREY I don’t hit women. If anything, the sheer thought of laying a hand on a female repulses me to my core. It goes against every single code I’ve ever held. But heaven knows, in this exact second, I’m fucking tempted to make an exception. My jaw clamps tight enough to crack teeth as I shove Natalia off me. I don't throw her down, but the force is harsh enough to make her stumble back a few paces, her heels wobbling violently on the gravel. The circle of bottom-feeding bloggers holding up their smartphones goes instantly dead silent, holding their collective breath. "Trey!" With a gasp, Natalia’s hand flies to her chest, her carefully painted face taking the form of betrayal. "What the fuck–why did you just do that?!" I don't give her or the digital crowd waiting for a show a single second of my attention. My eyes goes back to Skylar, who’s still on the dirt where Natalia shoved her. Her orbs are the size of saucers, her hands scraped and dusted with gravel, looking up at me l

TREY "Are you fucking serious right now, sweetheart?" The words come out extremely raspy and rough as I stare at Skylar. She looks like a tiny storm packed into a five-foot-five frame. But beneath all that fiery defiance, I can see the subtle tremor in her hands. Hazel eyes on mine, her voice wobbles a little before she steadies it, pleading with her gaze. "T-Trey... c'mon. Just tell her." "Hmm." That’s all the answer I give, letting the silence stretch as I watch her. Chest heaving, her mouth parts like she’s about to push me further, to goad me into giving her the answer she wants. But she doesn’t get the chance to because Natalia’s grating-ass voice comes through at that moment. "Are you seriously doing this right now, Skylar?" she cackles, tossing bleached-blonde hair over her shoulder. "Can you actually handle the public humiliation of getting rejected live in front of my twenty thousand followers? We all know damn well there is zero universe where Trey Parker picks yo

There are a total of four open mouths currently greeting the floor. Namely: Shawn’s, Coach Max’s, Cherry’s, and–oh right–mine included. Honestly, with the level of open-mouthedness happening right now, an entire clan of homeless flies would be smart enough to move right into our throats and set up permanent residency. "What?" Coach Max barks at the exact same moment Shawn gasps out, "Excuse me?!" But all Trey does is to look at Shawn like he’s a dirty bug under his shoe. "Oh, don't you fucking pretend now, Crawford. The full floor saw the whole damn thing." Umm… Did he just say ‘the full floor’?! "You showed up at Skylar’s dorm room to do God knows what," he continues. "And when I showed up to obviously come see my girl, I saw you standing outside her door. I questioned you on what the fuck you were doing there, and you gave me some silly-ass excuse about coming to see your sister–who, by the way, wasn't even there. And when I asked you politely to leave... you went full bonkers

I am a flipping hypocrite.Seriously. Call the hypocrite police, lock me up, and throw away the key.Because if I recall correctly, just this past Monday, when Shawn and Cherry were performing their own trashy porn show right here in this exact waiting room, I was the very first person to judge them for their lack of basic human decency.And now look at me–wrapping my lips tightly around Trey's finger, actively and slowly sucking it deep into my mouth without a single hesitation.Trey takes the ice pack from my trembling grip, tosses it onto a seat beside us without breaking eye contact, and begins smoothly sliding his thick digit back and forth over my tongue.It's fine, I tell myself desperately, trying to preserve whatever microscopic shred of dignity I have left. At least mine is still better than Shawn and Cherry, right? It's just... harmless finger sucking. There's really nothing sexual about this.Wrong. So, so flipping wrong.Suddenly snapping out of his slow rhythm, Trey begi