30. Bellamy

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Nikki's friends glared at Drew when she climbed out of my car on Monday. I threw my arm around Drew's shoulder as we started toward the school's entrance, falling in step with the other grumbling students. "You got a fan club."

"Nikki is totally going to come at me with a razor blade," she mumbled.

"I seriously doubt that." I had laid a claim on Drew. Which meant everyone knew not to mess with her.

We passed by the security guard at the front door, then hooked it to the right. "When is your dad giving you your car back?"

"Pretty sure never. I'm surprised he hasn't slapped a chastity belt on me at this point. Or acquired a house arrest anklet." She stopped at her locker, turning the combination lock. "Thanks for giving me a lift."

"Would've been better had you given me road head on the way in, but, whatever…"

She threw a smirk over her shoulder. "You'll make me choke and ruin my mascara."

"I like it when you choke on it."

She shut her locker door, then leaned back against the metal. I stepped closer, bunching the material of her skirt in my hand. "Did you wear this skirt for me?"

"What if I did?"

"Then, I'd do this." I slammed my lips over hers, gripping her hips and pushing her up the locker wall until her legs wrapped around my waist. This was a show. Me staking a final claim. "You make my dick so hard."

"What are you doing?" she breathed. "Everyone is looking." But her legs never loosened on my waist, and she made no effort to separate her lips from mine.

"No shit. That's the point, baby girl."

A whistle sounded. "Put her down," Smith blew her whistle again. "This ain't no fraternity house hot-tub jacuzzi."

My fingers dug into Drew's thighs before the whistle sounded again.

"You nasty-ass kids…"

I put Drew down, and when I turned around, Smith had her demerit pad out, scribbling away. She ripped the sheet off and handed it to me.

"Mr. Nasty." Then she filled out another form and passed it to Drew. "And Miss Nasty."

When she walked away, Drew waved the paper in my face. "You're a terrible influence."

I draped an arm over her shoulder and started toward her classroom. "Be sure to send your father my regards." I smacked her ass before she ducked through the doorway, then I went back to my locker to put away my stuff.

Wolf peeked out from behind his open locker door, nodding toward Drew's classroom. "Dude. What the hell was that?" The metal door banged closed, and he leaned a shoulder against it. "You screwed her, didn't you?"

"No."

One of his bushy brows lifted. "You jab her more than twice, you're fucked."

Hendrix popped around my shoulder, out of nowhere. "Twice? What the fuckity-fuck, Wolf? You don't go back for seconds." He punched Wolf's head, and Wolf socked him in the stomach.

Hendrix doubled over, coughing out, "That's as good as the Golden Rule. One and done."

I shoved him away from me. "I haven't fucked her."

Drew was so much more than a fuck.

"Because you're weak." Hendrix cackled, twisting the combination to his locker. "You've had weeks, and you haven't speared her with your Moby Dick harpoon? I would have already had her gargling my balls, then I'd have hit it and quit it."

He yanked a book out of his locker, and everything else inside came tumbling out in a cascade of papers and trash. He bent over, grabbed his textbooks, and tossed them back inside before kicking the rest of the shit to the side with his shoe.

With a shake of my head, I pushed past him.

I made it halfway down the hall before Wolf caught up to me. "That crap back in the hall was a statement, dude."

"I know. It was supposed to be."

Wolf stopped mid-stride, dropping his chin on a shake of his head. "Ah, hell. Here we go again..."