Arrogant Bastard(35)

I close my eyes and imagine her tongue running the length of my cock, her hand gently massaging my balls. My dick swells, filling my boxers, and I know there’s only one remedy.

I won’t fuck Waverly in real life, but I’ll fuck the shit out of her in my fantasies.

Whatever helps me sleep, right?



***



Breakfast is rough. I sit at the end of the table across from Bellamy and Waverly. I keep sneaking looks at Bellamy, trying to see if I can get a read on her. She sits there with her slacks and blouse and pearls, everything covered up. Not a single blonde hair out of place or a single bag under her eyes. No indication whatsoever that she was out all night doing God-knows-what.

She’s good. She’s fucking good.

Bellamy catches my glance and doesn’t make a face or shoot me a look. For all intents and purposes, I may as well have been dreaming about catching her hiding in the bushes.

Waverly eats in silence. At the opposite end of the table Mark is deep in conversation with his three brides. By the looks of it, they’re clinging to his every word like he’s preaching the gospel.

All the younger kids sit in the middle of the table, laughing and telling knock-knock jokes. They’re carefree, those kids. They have no clue how hard life’s about to get for them in the near future. It’s a miracle the Millers have been able to keep their lifestyle under wraps for so long.

Bellamy is the first to rise. She dabs her mouth on a napkin, runs her hand over her hair, waves bye to her family, and flits out the door, her heels clicking on the tile. Waverly is next. Then me. We walk outside a few feet apart, saying nothing to one another.

Her hair’s piled on top of her head and two diamond studs adorn her ears. She’s dressed down today, a University of Utah hoodie and a pair of dark jeans. I’m guessing she was too tired to dress in her usual twin-set uniform, but she still looks damn good.

We drive to class, me following her the same way but not intentionally. I give her space when she heads inside, sitting out in my truck until she disappears in the building.

I’m bombarded by Claire Fahnlander the second I reach my locker. Last I knew, hers was in a different hallway in the opposite side of the building.

Stalker.

“Hey, Jensen.” She twirls her long dark hair around her finger and smiles. I can almost see my reflection in her lip-gloss. “So… that party tonight at my place. Are you coming?”

I switch my books out and hang up my bag. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

She swats my arm and laughs, dropping her jaw like she thinks I’m flirting with her. I’m not.

“What could you possibly be doing tonight that’s going to be more fun than my party?” She bats her thick, spidery eyelashes.

I glance up at the clock. Two minutes until class. “Not sure.”

“Please tell me you’re not hanging out with Waverly.” She rolls her eyes clear into the back of her head. It’s slightly over the top. There’s obviously some bad blood between them, but I don’t give two shits about the details.

“Why would you think that?”

“I’ve seen your truck at her house almost every night this past week.”

“So you’re stalking me?”

“We’re neighbors. Don’t flatter yourself.” Claire gives a cutesy wave to a girl who passes by. The girl wears a matching Resting Bitch Face. “Anyway, you know the Millers are poly, right? You’ve met the rest of them, haven’t you?”

My stomach drops. I don’t agree with their lifestyle, but I sure as hell don’t want to out them. It’s not my place. “Probably just a rumor. I think I’d know.”

Claire laughs and grabs my forearm. “It’s not a rumor. I know. We used to be best friends, back when Waverly was allowed to have friends. I’ve been over there. The backyards are all interconnected. Have you seen that massive dining room table? They’re totally poly.”

“Is that really your business?”

“So you do admit it. You know.”

“I’m not admitting anything. I just think you ought to be careful about starting up any rumors.”

Claire puckers her lips and waves her hand away. “Don’t worry. I mentioned it to a few people a few years ago and her dad came after my dad with something about a lawsuit. Defamation of character, or some shit like that. Being LDS in this town will get you a gold star. Being poly will get you run out of town.”

I’m not sure why she’s telling me all this. It’s almost as if she’s spent a lot of time fixating on Waverly and the rest of the Millers.

“My brother dated Bellamy in high school. Bellamy’s cool.”