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Make You Beg(9)
Author: Shantel Tessier

Law: Your silence proves I’m right.

Scout: Don’t worry. We’ll all get our turn.

Law: Not soon enough.

 

 

CHAPTER FOUR


HENLEY

SITTING AS STIFF as a board during class, I’m afraid to move or even breathe. Dax sits behind me, and his thoughts are so loud I can almost hear them. Bitch! Fucking liar! Whore. Those were just a few things I was called on social media once word got out that he had been detained due to an eyewitness—me. We were all underage, but somehow, the information got leaked to the public.

Law, Rellik, and Scout all jumped to his defense. They showed screenshots of previous text messages that Dax was going to be out of town for the weekend, proving he hadn’t been at Death Valley that night Brenda went missing. Of course, the court had their phone records subpoenaed to prove they were telling the truth. What I found odd is that the entire time this was going on, they never pulled Brenda’s phone records. And they never tried to ping her location. If a girl just disappears, wouldn’t they want to know who she last spoke to? Where she’d been? It wasn’t like she left a goodbye note to her adoptive parents to explain the sudden disappearance.

“Miss Greene?”

I jump at the sound of my name. “Y-Yes?” I ask, looking up at the teacher.

The class snickers at me, and I slide farther down into my seat. I fucking hate high school!

“Miss Greene, I request that when you’re in my class, you pay attention.” Her light blue eyes glare at me, waiting for an answer.

I nod quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

That seems to satisfy her, and she turns back to her lecture on I don’t know what. My previous thoughts temporarily put on hold, I look her over. She looks pretty young to be a teacher. This must be her first year here because I’ve never seen her before. She wears skinny jeans that look painted on and a black, long-sleeve top tucked in. I feel like she wears it that way to show off her ass. She maybe stands at five-three and a hundred and ten pounds. She tops off her outfit with a pair of black knee-high boots that give her two extra inches.

Who the hell hired her?

I look to my left and see the guy sitting next to me staring at her. He’s got his right elbow on his desk with his chin in his hand, and his eyes are focused on her ass. He’s practically drooling.

“Okay, class, that’s all for today.”

The bell rings right as she finishes, and I stay seated, allowing Dax to leave before I do. I feel my desk shift from him hitting it. Then his warm breath on my ear sends a shiver down my spine. “See you around.”

He stalks out of class, and I let out my first real breath since Monroe walked in here.

“Are you okay?” Jamie asks me.

“Yeah,” I lie, knowing I don’t want her to think otherwise.

“I’m sorry.” She stands from her desk. “I should have told you.”

“It’s okay.”

“Miss Greene?” The teacher calls my name as she writes an assignment on the board for her next class. “A moment, please?”

Jamie gives me a sympathetic smile. “I’ll wait for you in the hall.”

I stand, grabbing my bag, and make my way up to the front of the classroom. “Yes, Mrs. Shephard?”

She sits down at her desk, interlocking her fingers and placing her forearms on the wood. “I know the current … situation. I just want to make sure that I’m not going to have any problems in class.”

“Situation?” I repeat the word, trying to figure out how it fits into the events that have led up to this very moment.

“Yes. The trial …” She waves it off, all but rolling her eyes. “And I want to know that you can handle being in class with Mr. Monroe.”

I nod. “Yes, ma’am.” I will not allow anyone to dictate my life and that includes changing up my classes. That’s all I need is for more whispers and rumors going around that I couldn’t stomach the sight of him. Even if it’s true.

“Okay.” She nods and looks down at the papers scattering the surface of her desk, obviously dismissing me.

I exit the class to find Jamie leaning up against the wall. “Hey.” She comes up to me and slides her arm into the crook of mine. “How about we blow off school lunch and go to Jersey’s like old times?”

Our school has a closed campus, but we used to leave all the time for lunch. The school never did much about it. They couldn’t tell who was staying and who was leaving. As long as we were in our seats for fourth period, they couldn’t count us absent.

“Yeah.” I smile. “Let’s do it.”

GRAYSON LAW

Sitting in the back of the class in fourth period, I see Henley enter the room. Smiling to myself, I watch how she moves—her shoulders are back, but her body is tense. She’s trying so hard to look composed even with the stares and whispers being spread around the school about her.

I’ve always liked Henley. She was the closest thing to a girl friend I’ve ever had who I didn’t actually fuck. Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to, though. She was what a guy would call a cock tease. She’d dress, showing off everything she had to offer, yet not give it to you. Well, that was until she gave it to Monroe.

Junior year

I sit on our leather couch in the living room. “Rumors” by NEFFEX plays through the speakers but not so loud that we can’t hear ourselves think. Leaning back, I have my right arm over the shoulders of some brunette I just met tonight. Think she said her name was Annie. I’m not sure, and it won’t matter tomorrow. My other hand holds a beer, resting on my jean-clad thigh. The party has been going on for about an hour now. Kids are drinking it up and smoking out back. I’m sure they’re snorting coke off the marble countertops in the bathrooms.

“Where the fuck is she?” Scout looks down at his cell, running his fingers over his screen.

“Ahh, is your girl standing you up?” Annie asks, sticking her bottom lip out.

He looks up at her but doesn’t answer the question.

“She’s probably with Monroe,” I say, taking a drink to hide my smirk. I like to give him shit that she spread her legs for our friend a couple of nights ago, giving him her virginity. I’ve told Scout a million times to fuck her. She practically throws herself at him. But no, he wanted to wait for some goddamn reason. Like her virginity was the best thing about her.

“Fuck off, Law.” He gets to his feet, downs what’s left in his beer, and stomps out of the room to get another one.

I laugh, lifting my drink again, but my arm pauses when I see the brunette in question enter the living room. She’s wearing a skintight, black leather miniskirt with a white silk top that shows off the bottom half of her stomach and belly ring. Two thin straps come up around her neck. Turning around—no doubt looking for Scout—I see the back of her top. It has three strings that crisscross from one side to the other. That’s all that holds it on, letting me know what I already knew—she’s not wearing a bra. My eyes run down over her bubble ass and thin legs. Her black leather pumps are the cherries on top.

“Who is that?” Annie asks, watching me gawk at my friend’s girl.

It’s sad, really, that he keeps her a secret. If she was mine, everyone would fucking know by the bite marks on her neck, hickeys on her thighs, and my handprint on that sweet ass. I’d fuck her in front of any man who wanted to watch just so they could be jealous of what I had.

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