No Romeo – Dayton Read Online L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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I grinned at Kyle, daring that sack of shit to take the seat.

He glanced at Lola, then squared his shoulders. Swallowing, he aimed his attention at the back wall and started down the aisle like he was being marched down death row. Then he dropped into the chair like a dead fly dropping to a turd.

I waited for him to get situated before I leaned over his shoulder. “What a chivalrous little geek in Darth Vader armor you are.” I kicked the back of his chair.

He visibly tensed, opening his comic book and burying his nose in it.

“You think acting like a little hero is gonna get Lola to ride your dick, Kyle?”

He didn’t respond. Didn’t even take a breath, like he was that guy on the toilet in Jurassic Park who thought if he just didn’t move, the T-Rex wouldn’t gobble him up.

I put my finger in my mouth, leaned over the desk, then slipped it in his ear. “I said something to you.”

He cringed away. I should have left it alone, but the idea that he had the balls to think he might screw her… it was too much for my demonic ego to swallow.

“You know I fucked her, so if you ever try to stick your tongue in my girl—” I bit the inside of my cheek at that slip-up. She wasn’t mine— “you may as well be sucking my cock.”

I glanced to the side of the classroom where Lola had taken a seat, thrilled when I found her glaring at me. Was I petty? Abso-fucking-lutely. I waved at her, placing a heavy hand on Kyle’s shoulder. “Is that what it is, Kyle? You want to suck my dick?”

“N-no?”

I lifted a brow. “That didn’t sound so sure to me.”

His cheeks went red, his little nerd anger brewing to the point he crinkled the corner of his comic book. “Lola doesn’t want to suck it, either!” His eyes went wide like he was shocked he’d actually said it before he slapped a hand over his mouth.

The bully in me delighted in this crap. “Has your hopeful little dick suddenly made you grow the pair of balls I’m about to rip off and shove up your ass?”

A pencil smacked my face seconds before Lola did the unthinkable. “Hendrix Jethro Hunt!”

The entire class fell silent. And that little plume of rage that had been building in my chest ever since I saw the words, I miss you too on that treehouse wall ignited into a full-blown inferno. She knew I hated my middle name, hated it with the passion of a thousand dying suns. That right there was gloves off, no holds barred.

“Oh, you did fucking not!”

A flicker of pride lit up her eyes. One side of her mouth curled in a hot-as-hell-bitchy smirk right before she slowly lifted her middle finger.

Heat engulfed my face, but before I could retaliate, the classroom door banged shut.

“Why on God’s green Earth are you all quiet?” Smith chucked her planner to her desk, mumbling something about Jesus before she took her seat. “Princess Leia, get that middle finger out of the air.”

Lola shoved her finger just a little bit higher before facing the front of the class.

“I swear to God, woman….” I said through a clenched jaw.

“Mr. Hunt Number Two, swearing to Jesus ain’t gonna do you no good. I have no doubt you deserved that nasty finger. Now face the front and hush.”

But I couldn’t—Lola had pissed me the hell off. I gripped the sides of my desk, glaring at her like I could make her head explode. “Hey, Lola, my-mom-didn’t-give-enough-shits-about-me-to-give-me-a-middle-name Stevens, you remember how I used to say your pussy tasted so good?”

Lola’s eye twitched as she turned in her desk to look at me. Smith clapped her hands. “Uh-uh. No, sir. I know you aren’t talking about eating cat in my classroom.”

The rage rampaged through me, and even though what I was about to say was bullshit, I couldn’t stop it. Petty word vomit spilled out of my mouth like lava. “Jessica’s tastes way fucking better.”

Laughter bounced around the room, and Lola’s face went pussy pink. Smith clapped her hands.

Lola shouted over her. “I bet your dick tastes like all the trash you stick it in!”

Before I could respond, Smith shot across the room and whacked me on the back of the head. “You’re gonna sit your trash-flavored self out in the hall and write out, ‘I won’t talk about eating no cats in Miss Smith’s class’ one-hundred times.”

“Or maybe it should be that he won’t talk about trash diving in Jessica’s open bin?” Lola said.

A few snorts of laughter echoed around the room before they cut off.

The hell would I let her get one up on me. “How about I beat one off on your face and let you see how it tastes.”


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