Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I walk into class and people are staring. Some of the girls are giving me the evil eye. I should feel shame, right? I should feel…wrong...but I can’t stop blushing thinking about the feeling of his mouth on mine. Heck, my mouth is still tingling.
I have no clue what happened in class. I have been lost in my head, a battle of good and evil going on inside of me. Half of me is split. It is like I have two personalities and I am just now discovering the other one exists. The rational, religious, god-fearing side of me is Imogen. Innocence in name and thought.
The new side, the one that didn’t materialize until Alex came into the picture, we are going to call her Jezebel. Jez for short. I am starting to believe she makes up twenty percent of who I am. They have been two dueling cats all class and I missed everything. The bell rings and like he promised he is right outside of the door.
“How was class baby?” He asks, kissing me and taking my bag from me. Jez is so enthralled by him she answers happily and without shame.
“I wouldn’t know.” She says with way more sass than the real me has.
“Where do you go next?”
“Economics.”
“Alright, let’s go.” He grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. Why is hand holding so intimate? I can feel his heartbeat connected to him like this. No wonder they won’t allow boys and girls to touch one another before marriage. This is intense. “Pequeña, hand me your schedule.” Jezebel pulls it out of my purse and hands it to him like his puppy, tail wagging and everything.
He spends the entire walk to class trying to memorize it before taking a picture and giving it back to me. Same as before, he leaves me in econ with orders to wait for him and Jezebel the nymph, nods her acquiescence. What is happening to my life?
CHAPTER 9
My poor Pequeña doesn’t know what to make of me, but you know what? I don’t want to give her time to overthink it. I figure if I overwhelm her she will catch on. Eventually. Her schedule is totally different from mine other than the third period, which I am going to get her for now and the last class we have together, gym making it difficult to not be late to my other classes, but you know what? She is worth it.
I make it to my next class but I might as well not have gone. My mind is on her. My little wide eyed, innocent girl, who has no clue she is now my sole focus. The bell rings and I sprint to the other side of the school to make it to her. As soon as I turn the corner, I see the douche from gym class in her face, her head is down and I am beyond pissed. Who the fuck does he think he is?
Her head comes up and eyes widen when she sees me coming. He turns in time for me to grab his shirt and push him back against the wall. “I thought I told you to stay the hell away from her, bitchboy. Was that not clear?” He's busy trying to get my hand from around his neck. He might have been successful if it wasn’t for the fact that his feet are not touching the ground.
I am aware of the audience we have, cameras phones clicking, loud chants reverberating through the halls but I don’t give a fuck. He perpetuated a grave error of judgment.
“Alex please. Alex let go.” My girl is touching my arm, pulling at it to let him down. I turn and look at her and some of the ire leaves me. Some.
“Who is he to you, Imogen? Is he something to you?” I damn near choke on the last question, bile forming in my esophagus as we speak thinking of her feeling something for someone who isn’t me. Please don’t let her say yes. I might black the fuck out and kill everyone.
“No. I don’t love him. He is no one. He is just a friend and he didn’t hurt me. Let him go. Please.” Her innocent face is flush and red from embarrassment, but when she said ‘please’ like an asshole I pictured her doing that on her back, legs spread, begging me to breed her. Her touch is soothing, calming this raging storm in my head. I remove my grip and let the bitchboy drop to the floor, holding his throat, gasping for air. I lean down into his ear so only he can hear me.
“Next time, she won’t be there to stop me. Stay the fuck away from her.” I grab her hand and start walking to our next class.