I close my eyes and grit my teeth. I’m not going to hit him again. I swear that I’m not. “Do. Not. Call. Me. A. Bitch!” Then I jump at him but he catches me around the waist, breaking our tumble to the ground on his back. He quickly grabs my wrists before I can deck him again.
“You know, I like a girl who can stand up for herself.” He smiles around his words, giving me a view that steals my breath. It’s like angels have come down and cleared a path to heaven, he’s so beautiful when he smiles.
“The sexual tension between you two is killer.” I wretch my head up sharply and meet another pair of dark blue eyes. Ryan smiles widely and puts his hands on his hips. “Righteous.”
“Ms. Southerland, Mr. Daniels, in my office now,” Principal Farah states from a few feet away. This is about the time I realize I’m straddling Damien and something got happy in his pants.
“Oh gross.” My face cringes up and I almost knock over Ryan when I stand up as fast as possible. “Put that thing away, Damien. No one in this hallway wants to fuck you.”
“Ms. Southerland!” Principal Farah screeches, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards her office.
Damien gets to his feet with help from Ryan. His eye is red but not swelling, so he might not have a bruise. Lucky bastard. He hurries to catch up with us and I sneer at him when he gets too close to me. “Glossy, we have got to do this more often. You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.”
“Back the fuck off! I’ve had it with you. Just leave me alone and maybe I won’t break your face again!” I scream for the entire world to hear but I don’t care. They say Damien’s road name is Rage, but I honestly feel like they should be calling me that.
He just smirks and walks around me to lead the way to the principal’s office. I pretend I’m not watching his ass.
***
“You’re both eighteen years old. You’re both way too old to be acting this way,” Principal Farah tells us a few minutes later.
“He shouldn’t even be here. He didn’t use foul language or hit anyone,” I mumble, crossing my arms over my chest and glowering at the principal.
“It was really all my fault. She pissed me off a few days ago, so I decided to piss her off more. It got out of control but I know she’s sorry.” I turn to look at Damien right as he turns to look at me. We both give each other “WTF” looks.
“I called your father, Mr. Daniels,” she says to Damien. “I tried to reach your mother, Ms. Southerland, but I wasn’t able to,” she then said to me but I figured she wouldn’t get Mom on the phone.
“Well, she is a nurse who works with surgeons all day long. You probably won’t reach her until tomorrow. Think she had a heart transplant today.” I’m not sure if that is true. My mom doesn’t really pay attention to me anymore, not since I grew up and moved out of the house. I did move back in but that’s because I wasn’t raising Victor’s little sister, the she-devil.
“Regardless, the older Mr. Daniels has asked me if he can take care of punishment. Since detention is filled up for this afternoon, I decided to take him up on the offer. It will count against your grades and you will be suspended if you miss his punishment.” She stands up and heads toward the door to her office. “Mr. Daniels would like for both of you to meet him at the Wrath MC clubhouse after school. Seems you’re both on dish duty. Have a nice day children.”
I know what you’re thinking. How in the world would our principal let us spend our detention at a motorcycle clubhouse? Well, three days a week Blade opens the clubhouse kitchen to feed the homeless and needy families. All the guys and old ladies are on a schedule to help out. They actually get a ton of food donated to them and it’s a legit charity thing.
Damien stops next to me in the school parking lot. I’m standing in front of my Camaro, staring at the hood. “Why don’t we take my bike?” he suggests with a cocky smile on his perfect face.
I want to punch him.
“I know what it means to ride on the back of your bike. So no thank you,” I mutter, walking around my car to get in the driver’s seat. I turn back to him and say, “I’ll just see you there.”
Damien sighs and leans down on the front of the car eyeing me with those serious eyes. “It doesn’t mean anythin’ for you to get on the back of my bike, unless you make it mean somethin’. You’re a little uptight. I just thought you might want to let your hair down and live a little.”
I’ve always wanted to ride on a motorcycle. “That’s the thing though. I have a man; I don’t want people thinking we have something going on. Plus, I’d have to wrap my arms around you. Don’t think Victor would like that too much.”