Reckless: A Bad Boy Sport Romance (33 page)

“Whoa,” said Big Rob. He jutted his chin forward. “And who's that creepy chick?”

A girl with black make-up all over her pierced face slunk out from the side, stepping next to Daisy. She wore a thick black turtleneck and an orange beanie that was drooping back from all the “Save the Whales” badges pinned onto it. I thought I was going to go blind from all the zippers and unnecessary chains on her checkered pants.

“That's Honey Zhang.” Allison leaned close to us, dropping the tone of her voice. “She follows Daisy around everywhere – guessing they're best friends. She's a little, um –”

“Creepy? Bizarre? Freaky?” Big Rob pitched in helpfully.

“None of the above,” Allison snapped, squinting her eyes at him. “I was going to say – she's a little...unique.”

“So, weird. What I said.”

“Ugh, you a fool,” Allison grumbled, tutting.

As Big Rob and Allison argued next to me, I turned back to Daisy and the thug.

“Oh, big tough guy,” Daisy taunted him, wiggling her fingers in front of her. “Harassing a kid with crutches. Does that make you feel like a big, strong man?”

Reddening, the thug glanced at Derek, who was wiping the spit off his face.

“He got what was coming to him,” the thug muttered. He puffed out his chest. “The fag knocked into me, made me spill my drink –”

“It – it was an acc-accident.”

“You use that word one more time –” started Daisy. The rest of her words were drowned out by the school bell shrilling in the hallways.

Mr. Pierce, the principal, came waddling down the hallway. His greasy gut poked out of his brown suit, and the shiny, egg-shaped dome of his head gleamed under the light. A few other teachers followed in tow.

“What in the world is going on out here?” Mr. Pierce demanded in his nasally voice. “Get to your classes now, or you'll all be getting detention. GIT!”

The crowd scattered at once, filing into the school doors.

“I'll catch up with you guys later.”

“Okay,” said Allison. She curled her lip disapprovingly as she glanced at Big Rob, who was chatting up a blonde cheerleader. “Just a reminder – this is your fourth tardy with Ms. Pine this week. I'm studying all weekend – I've got no time to call in pretending to be your mothers. And I'm not forging any more doctor's signatures – I swear I'm gonna get hauled away for fraud one of these days. Later, losers.”

“Yeah, yeah, you love us.” I waved her off. “Bye.”

I watched as Derek wrapped an arm around Daisy in a quick hug before heading off to class. As I approached them, Honey turned towards me. Our eyes met briefly. Her eyes rounded as she grabbed Daisy's shoulder, pulling her in to whisper in her ear.

I stooped down to pick up Daisy's purple notebook, but as I looked up to hand it to her, I froze. It probably had something to do with the way the sun was bouncing off the back of her head, but Daisy's face was fucking angelic. She wore a pair of square red frames, which matched her thick, pouting lips. Apart from her lips, she wasn't wearing half as much make-up as most of the girls at school. Not that she needed any – her warm hazel eyes and the light freckles on her nose and cheeks were real cute.

“Can I help you, Miles?”

I snapped out of my daze at the coldness in Daisy's voice. She crossed her arms over her chest, sticking out one hand lazily. Honey mimicked Daisy's stance, crossing her arms.

“Don't worry about it, Honey. I got this. You go ahead to class.”

“You sure?” said Honey, frowning. Her voice was high-pitched and squeaky, which didn't match her look at all.

“Mm-hmm.”

“You know who I am?” I asked Daisy as Honey shuffled off. I handed Daisy her notebook.

“Miles von Weber. Everyone knows who you are,” Daisy replied, tapping her foot impatiently. “So? Is there something I can do for you, or...?”

“No, just wanted to let you know what you did for Derek – that was really cool,” I said carefully, frowning. “Wait, is it just me or am I sensing some hostility from you?”

“Wow,” huffed Daisy, laughing darkly. “You really don't remember, do you?”

“What am I not remembering, exactly?”

“You hit my dad's car two weeks ago when you were pulling out of 5
^th
Avenue. We got your plates and everything – when we took it up with the cops, they practically laughed us out of the station when we tried to press charges against you. You rich trust fund hooligans are all the same. What'd you do to weasel out of it? Whatever it was, I hope it was worth it – my dad had to cough up $5,000 to get his car fixed.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I furrowed my brows, thinking hard. “What are you talking about? When was this?”

“Two weeks ago – on the 7
^th
. You don't remember when you've rear-ended someone? How many cars have you hit since?!”

“I was visiting my grandparents in The Hamptons. I wasn't even –” I stirred as it suddenly hit me. I snickered, the pieces falling in place. “Big Rob and his cousin had my car that weekend. They must've gotten it fixed without letting me know about it. Dumbasses.”

“Uh-huh. I'm glad this is amusing to you,” said Daisy tonelessly. She adjusted her shoulder bag and hugged her notebook to her chest, turning to the school entrance. “I'm late. See ya.”

“Wait, I didn't mean –”

Daisy slipped into the school building, her sneakers squeaking down the hallway.

Chapter Two: Miles

“'
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
' The very first words uttered in Shakespeare's
'Hamlet'.
Now, who can explain the literary device in this passage?”

Even as I twisted the doorknob as delicately as I could, the back door of the classroom creaked like a sick witch's laugh.

“Mr. von Weber,” said Ms. Pine sternly without even looking at me. She continued writing on the whiteboard, the hem of her long skirt swishing as she moved. “So glad you've finally decided to join us. Why don't you take a seat, and I'll have a word with you after class.”

“Sorry, Ms. Pine.”

I slunk to the back of the classroom, slipping into the empty table between Big Rob and Allison. While Big Rob folded a sheet of yellow lined paper into a plane, Allison was hunched over, jotting down notes. She lifted her notebook and removed the piece of paper pinned underneath it, sliding it towards me. I leaned back in my chair and skimmed at the note, beaming.

“You're a life-saver, Dr. Gupta,” I whispered, slapping Allison heartily on the back.

“Don't I know it,” said Allison moodily, narrowing her eyes. “That's the last note I have. No. More. Got it?”

“Understood.”

Ms. Pine spun around from the whiteboard to face the class. Our English Literature teacher was pretty well-liked amongst her students, but she was kooky as hell. Today, she wore a floppy straw hat with plastic fruits glued around the crown. Her Big Bird-yellow skirt was patterned with cartoon monkeys snacking on bananas in different poses. It blew everyone's minds when we found out she had two PhDs under her belt.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my copy of the book, cracking it open for the very first time.

“So? Any takers?”

A hand shot up in the far left of the front row. The familiar set of thick shiny curls made me straighten up against the back of my chair. I shook my head to myself. How did I go through the last semester without even realizing Daisy was even in this class?

Maybe Allison was right. Maybe I really
was
blind to girls that didn't act like they were allergic to covering themselves up. Not that I was complaining about the school hotties – bless them – but damn. Was I that shallow?

“It's an example of verbal irony. '
A little more than kin' –
Hamlet is referring to his uncle, who we later learn is now his stepfather. The latter part of what he says is considered ironic, because he was the one who killed Hamlet's father.”

“Exactly. Well-put, Daisy. Now, if everyone will turn to page 181...”

I flipped to the page, folding the cover of the book to keep it in place. As Ms. Pine's words reduced to background noise in my ears, my eyes wandered around the room. Daisy was relaxed against the back of her seat, sitting with one leg crossed over the other. With one hand, she held her open book against her chest. With the other, she tapped her capped pen against her bottom lip.

But when I felt a pair of eyes burning into me, I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. My eyes landed on the table next to Daisy's, where Honey was seated. The chick's Tim Burton eye-makeup made her eyes look even bigger than they already were. As soon as she noticed that I'd caught onto her staring, she swiftly lowered her head to her book.

That was weird.

“Psst. Miles.”

I dragged my eyes away from Daisy's seat. Cindy Levine, the captain of the cheerleading squad, was sitting in front of me. She rested her chin on her shoulder, winking.

“What's up?”

“I had a real good time on your yacht last week. When are we having another party?”

“Huh?” I answered her distractedly, craning my neck to get around the side of Cindy's head. “Uh, soon.”

“You guys better hurry up and plan something big soon. I need an excuse to test out the new bikini my mom got me from Bali. Why don't you come by after school some time, so I can model it for you? I need a second-opinion – it may be a little too small for me...”

“Sorry, what's that now?”

“Miles. Are you even listening to me?”

Cindy picked up her pink pen from her table, biting the tip suggestively. My eyes snapped back to her as she stuck out the tip of her tongue, licking the length of her pen. She batted her lashes, swirling the pen around her parted lips.

“Ms. Levine, Mr. von Weber. Something you want to share with the rest of the class?”

Cindy popped the pen out of her mouth and turned back instantly.

“No. Sorry, Ms. Pine. Won't happen again,” said Cindy, giggling.

There was a loud snort from the front of the room. I blinked, turning to the source of the sound. Daisy shook her head, throwing me a deadly glare before whipping her head away from me.

I reached into the bottom of my bag and fished out a No. 2 pencil with a dull point. Twirling the pencil in my hand, my eyes drifted to Daisy yet again. I didn't know what it was about her. About an hour ago, I wasn't even aware she existed. Now, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

As Ms. Pine selected a couple of kids to read a scene from Act II, Daisy stretched her arms over her head in a yawn. The ends of her white button-down rose slightly off the waistband of her old jeans. I could see a hint of the light caramel skin on her lower back. It was just for a split-second, but it was enough to make my dick react.

The longer I found myself sneaking glimpses of her, the more I got lost in my thoughts.

Daisy was the only one left in the stark-empty classroom, packing her books into her bag. I snuck up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Pressing my rock-hard dick against her jeans, I wedged my raging boner between the shape of her ass cheeks. I pushed all her hair to one side of her shoulder, tracing her bare neck with my tongue.

She squirmed out of my grasp, turning back to face me.

“von Weber?! What the hell do you think you're doing?”

My eyes stayed fixed on hers, but I didn't say a word. She licked her lips, panting as she stared back at me. Without warning, she threw her arms around me and pulled me towards her. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, wrestling with mine. I smirked through the kiss, my hands finding their way to her full, juicy ass cheeks. As Daisy sucked on my bottom lip, I heaved her off the floor, and onto her table.

I spread her legs open, holding her by the ankles. Leaning close to her chest, I seized her left tit and licked through her white blouse wildly. When I pulled away, the fabric of her shirt was see-through with my spit, showing her innocent, plain white bra. I undid my belt buckle with one hand, letting my pants drop around my ankles. Daisy fumbled with her jeans, unbuttoning it shakily before pulling them down with her panties. Pulling my dick out of my boxers, I shoved the tip between her slippery pussy lips, and filled her whole.

As I fucked her mindnumbingly tight little cunt, my fingers slithered towards her neck. I pressed down on the soft flesh, my thumbs grazing her windpipe. I squeezed, pumping my dick faster as I tightened my grip around her neck. Her eyes widened as far as they would go, flashing with her fear and confusion. I grinded my teeth, on the verge of creaming inside of her...

“Mr. von Weber? Are you with us?”

The pencil in my hand cracked in half with a loud
snap
. I loosened my grip, the broken pieces clunking dully on my table. Along with Ms. Pine, 30 pairs of eyes veered in my direction. Allison kicked me under the table, shielding her mouth with her hand.