Page 9 of Play By The Rules
“I heard a whisper this weekend,” he tells me, running a hand through his dark hair while he smirks at me. I narrow my eyes, not caring for his shit. “A pretty little blonde princess and a dark-haired king had a showdown at the church.”
“Maybe don’t get your information from Kyle. He gossips like a chick and has all his information wrong anyway. There was no showdown.”
“Just claiming that pussy, then, before anyone gets a chance?”
Speaking of pussy, a thin, manicured hand slides over my chest, pulling my attention from Gage and down to the petite brown-haired girl standing behind me.
Anna Ridley, self-proclaimed queen of Eyam and certified pain in my arse, smiles up at me.
“Hey, baby, who are you talking about?” she asks, the high-pitch tone of her voice grating on me already. She presses her fake double d’s into my back. Her dad paid for them for her nineteenth birthday. That’s what all parents want to gift their daughter.
Plastic fucking tits.
I step away from her, turning around and leaning my back against the railing. Anna and I have been fucking on and off for the last year or so, but before we left the academy for the summer back in July, she got too clingy and needy for me to want to continue.
Based on the lovestruck expression on her face as she stares at me, two months away has done little to remind her that we aren’t in a relationship.
“Hey,” I reply, letting my eyes travel over her. She’s in the tiniest red mini skirt that barely covers her arse, with black fishnets underneath and a black cropped top that shows her under-boob off. It’s inappropriate for a day at university, and normally I’d be all over it, dragging her into a nearby empty classroom to take advantage of the easy fuck, but today, my dick stays dormant in my pants. “And no one.”
Her gaze narrows, but I offer her nothing more. A showdown between her and Fallon is the last thing I want to be dealing with, and since Anna thinks she has some claim on me, I’ve no doubts she wouldn’t hesitate to stake it.
“You didn’t message me over the summer.”
“Was I supposed to?” I ask, turning back around to watch over the students piling through the doors. The lobby is full now, with first-years waiting for the auditorium to open for their welcoming assembly.
That’s the most bizarre thing about the academy. When it was founded, our families decided it would be run more like a school than a university. So, the classes are small and taught in a classroom as opposed to a lecture hall, and teachers go by Mr. and Mrs. instead of Professor. There’s even a fucking head teacher.
Though, I can’t complain about that.
Bennett is a family friend, and pretty fucking cool as far as authority figures go.
“Well, obviously, silly,” Anna continues, but I stop listening at the sight of the blonde-haired girl walking through the doors.
After Saturday, images of Fallon in her fitted black dress have refused to leave my brain. Instead, they’ve embedded themselves so fucking deeply, I’ve jacked off countless times over the past two days, thinking of how her tits almost spilled out and the breathy moans that left her mouth when my hand cupped her pussy.
Today, she looks more like the girl I’ve always known. Her hair is tied up into a long ponytail that falls down the middle of her back, and she’s dressed in an oversized hoodie and black ripped jeans that do nothing for her body but hide the ample curves she’s rocking.
“What are you looking at?” Anna asks, not getting the hint to fuck off. Her eyes follow mine, landing on where Fallon speaks to her friends, Betty and Noah. While I don’t mind the little redhead too much, Noah grinds my gears the wrong fucking way. “Who is that? Is that the girl you were talking about with Gage?”
I don’t miss the sneer in Anna’s voice as she looks over Fallon. Turning my head, I almost laugh at the way her eyes widen when she takes her in. A frown appears on her face, her lips twist into a scowl when she realises Fallon is fucking hot.
“None of your business,” I tell her, pushing off and grabbing my bag from the floor. I ignore her attempt to speak and glance at Gage and Kyle to say, “I’m out.”
They both shout their byes before falling back into their conversation. Once again, Anna doesn’t get the hint and follows me down the stairs to the back door that leads into the carpark.
“Theo,” she whines, tugging at my hand. Spinning around, I back her into the wall, pressing my hand beside her head. She shrinks into herself, lowering her eyes to the floor. “Sorry. I just want to know who she is.”
“No, you want to know who she is to me,” I retort with a dry laugh. “You couldn’t give less than two shits about who she actually is as a person.”
“It-t’s n-not,” she stutters as I tower over her. Slipping a hand under her jaw, I lift her face to mine.
“Who she is to me, is none of your fucking business. So, stay the fuck out of it. If I need someone to suck my dick, I’ll give you a call, but until then, fuck off.”
She whines behind me, stomping her foot like a petulant child while I push at the door and step into the cold air. The day is grey and miserable, like every other day around here. Tucked away in the Dales, surrounded by trees and forest, Eyam gets little sun. Especially in the later months of the year.
Lifting a cigarette to my mouth, I light it. Smoke hits my tongue, and I hold it there for a moment before swallowing it down. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I leave it. No doubt it’s Gage or Kyle wondering where the fuck I’ve gone.
The only person I haven’t gotten a text back from over the weekend is Fallon. It seems she didn’t much appreciate the rule I sent her. With a smile, I blow out the smoke and watch as the grey wisps disappear into the sky.