Shoutout to Hugo, absolute legend for jumping in and backing the chaos. Much love, brother.
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"It is my fault if you are bored."
Cassie blinked like I had just licked her ego.
Then smiled. Like I had dared her to misbehave and she planned to do it in heels.
"Well," she said, voice syrup-thick, "that was either the cheesiest thing I have ever heard or the hottest."
"Could be both," I said, brushing my thumb across her knuckles. "You look like someone who gets bored easily."
She tilted her head, tongue pushing against her cheek like she was chewing on a smirk.
"Only when I am not being entertained."
"You want a show?" I said, eyes locked on hers. "Or a player?"
She pulled her hand back. Not yanking but to tease.
"I want chaos. And you? You reek of it."
[System]: Mmm~ flirting like foreplay. You got her attention, baby. Let us see how deep that rabbit hole goes.
She got closer. Her knees brushed mine. Her perfume was loud. Something fake-sweet and expensive.
Cassie looked up at me like she had already decided I was dessert and she was checking for calories.
"Say we do this," she said. "What are the rules?"
"No feelings," I said.
She nodded.
"No simping."
She scoffed. "Please."
"No public drama unless it is useful."
That made her grin. "Useful how?"
"Reputation. Jealousy. Heat."
Her hand landed on my chest. Light. Casual. Meant nothing. Or everything.
"And what do you get out of it?"
I grinned and grabbed her waist. She froze, just for a second. Then she saw him. Flash. End of the corridor. Smug walk, dumb face. Of course I saw him way before that. My eyes were on her, but my radar was on him.
I leaned into her ear.
"Let's say ego check."
Cassie blinked, then her smirk spread like gloss on a mirror. She leaned back into me just enough for Flash to see the contact. Her hand slid across my chest like it belonged there.
Flash stopped walking.
That was the goal.
"God," she said loud enough to carry, "you smell like expensive bad ideas."
I tilted my head. "Wanna be one?"
Flash's jaw did the twitch thing. That little bounce like his brain was trying to convince his fists not to start swinging.
Cassie tilted her chin up and dropped her voice. "Are we making him jealous or giving him erectile dysfunction?"
"Both."
She laughed. One hand still on me, other fixing her ponytail like she was prepping for a fight and a date in the same breath.
Flash glared. His boys were behind him, but even they looked unsure. Braces looked like he wanted to hide behind a locker. Drywall IQ tried not to make eye contact with anyone. Smart for once.
Cassie looked right at Flash, gave him a once-over like she was rating expired milk, then turned back to me. "Wanna walk me to class, Parker?"
I didn't even answer. Just started walking. She grabbed my arm, leaned into my side like this was our daily routine and not a strategic dick punch to her ex's pride.
Flash watched us walk past like he was trying to teleport me into traffic with his mind.
[System]: Mmm~ That flavor? Humiliation. Served hot. +2 XP. Midtown just got spicier.
Cassie's grip tightened slightly as we turned the corner.
"Okay," she whispered. "I will admit. That was kinda fun."
"That was foreplay," I said.
She glanced sideways. "What is the main course then?"
"Depends," I said, opening the classroom door and holding it. "You hungry or just playing with your food?"
She walked in first. Hair swinging. No answer. Just that half-smile like she already had plans and I was the finale.
After the class, as we walked out, Cassie fake-laughed like she was getting paid for every octave. Flash stepped into the hallway like he had been lurking behind a water fountain, arms crossed, face stuck on smug.
"Seriously, Cass," he said. "You are with this loser?"
She grinned. "The loser beat your ass. What does that make you?"
Some girl snorted on cue. Like she had been waiting to use it.
Flash's jaw clenched. He looked between us, probably trying to figure out if I was serious or if this was some long con to make him punch a locker again.
"Must suck," I added. "All that protein powder and no spine."
Cassie stepped closer to me. Her hand landed on my arm. Flash noticed. Of course he did. That twitch in his cheek gave it away.
"Flash, baby," she said, sweet and poisonous. "You are not jealous, are you?"
He scoffed. "You can do better."
She leaned into me. "I am."
[System]: Oof. Hit confirmed. Flash is entering silent rage mode. XP +2. Cassie's hand lingering... that is a bonus.
He looked at me, eyes tight, jaw twitching. "Parker, I don't know where you got your courage, but this is not a game you can play. She is trying to make me jealous because you accidentally pushed me yesterday…"
I stepped forward. Not as tall. Not as built. Still stood right in front of him.
"Fluke? Wanna test it?"
Flash's brows furrowed like the words stung more than he expected. His fist twitched. Cassie stood behind me, arms folded, watching like this was the halftime show of her personal soap opera.
Cassie smirked. "Aww, what happened, babe? All bark now? Did Peter scare your fists into retirement?"
Flash's lip curled. He looked like he wanted to spit something clever. Failed. Then punched.
It was fast, probably the fastest he had ever thrown, like his pride decided to bypass his brain. His knuckles aimed for my cheekbone like they had something to prove.
I stepped left. One clean pivot.
His fist missed air and swung wide like a drunk trying to grab dignity off a shelf.
Cassie didn't flinch. She actually smiled.
I grabbed Flash by the back of the collar and yanked him forward. His body tripped into mine. My elbow found his ribs. Soft and gentle. Enough to say "hi" without saying "lawsuit."
He wheezed. Stumbled back.
Students had stopped pretending they weren't watching. Phones were up. Flash staggered, trying to suck in breath like oxygen owed him an apology.
"You gonna try again?" I asked, voice low. "Or are we done pretending you are a threat?"
Flash bent slightly, one hand on his stomach. He looked up at me with the kind of face that screamed confusion more than rage. Like he was trying to figure out why the guy he used to shove into lockers now moved like a fight tutorial.
"You think this is over?" he spat.
I tilted my head. "I hope not. You are great cardio."
Cassie giggled behind me. She looped an arm through mine like this was some hallway prom and I was the smug date her dad hated.
"Come on, hot stuff," she purred. "We are gonna be late."
Flash looked like he wanted to say something else. Instead, he straightened and shoved past, shoulder brushing mine hard. His pride limped behind him.
Cassie watched him leave, then turned to me.
"That was hot," she said.
[System]: Mmm~ hallway dominance achieved. Flash ego fractured. +3 XP. Cassie's flirt meter peaking.
"You liked that?" I asked.
"Iam still wet from yesterday's hallway ego flex. This was just dessert."
And she was wet. I could feel it radiating off her like her thighs were hosting a nuclear reaction. Cassie Monroe, queen of Midtown's thirst economy, was practically vibrating with unspoken chaos. And I was about to land.
I grinned. Grabbed her hand. Pulled her down the hall like we had a reservation at a five-star scandal. Today was the day. I was going to lose my V-card, and I was doing it with the human equivalent of a cheer-themed thirst trap.
[System]: Mmm~ incoming. First-time flag raised. Alert the XP servers. Virginity drop imminent.
Cassie followed with a little skip in her step like we were heading to recess instead of straight-up sin. Her skirt swung. Her grin widened. Her fingers laced with mine. Girls we passed side-eyed us. Boys stared like I was walking a Ferrari on a leash.
We hit the exit. Back door, no teacher patrol. Cassie glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip like she knew this would be written in someone's diary later.
"You skipping class?" she asked.
"You skipping panties?" I shot back.
She cackled. Hand to her mouth like she was pretending to have shame. She did not. I could feel her pulse from the palm of her hand. Fast. Hot. Hungry.
We dipped through the side gate, cut behind the tennis courts. No cameras here. Just peeling paint, overgrown grass, and hormone-choked silence.
Cassie leaned against the chain-link fence, tugging me closer by the front of my shirt. Her nails scraped a little. Her leg hooked slightly around mine.
"This where you take all the cheerleaders, Parker?" she asked, smirk sharp.
"You are the first one dumb enough to follow me back here," I said.
She snorted, flicked my forehead. "That is rude."
"Accurate."
Cassie pulled me closer. Breath close. Eyes locked.
"Tell me something," she said, lips barely apart. "You ever done this before?"
I leaned in. Inches from her mouth. "Define this."
She didn't laugh this time. Just licked her lips and dragged her hand under my shirt. Fingertips cold. Nails warm.
"Thought so," she said.
"I am not here for practice," I said, voice low. "I am here for gold."
Cassie's eyes darkened slightly. She stepped forward. Our hips touched. Her breath hit my neck.
[System]: Warning. Lust meter critical. Blood flow redirected. Boxers compromised. Proceed with heat.
She pulled my shirt up. Her mouth followed the hem, dragging slow.
"God," she whispered. "You taste like gym class and ego."
"You taste like trouble and cherry ChapStick," I said, gripping her hips.
We made out against the fence like two stereotypes who did not care if they got caught. Her tongue pushed. Mine pushed back. Her hands slipped into my back pockets.
Her lips pulled back to pant.
"You want me?" she asked.
I nodded, "Now."
Cassie laughed. She dropped to her knees in the grass.
[System]: Target is initiating. Repeat. Target is initiating. Performance protocol online. Engage.
'Shut up.'
Her hands unbuttoned my jeans like she had done it a hundred times before. She probably had. Her fingers traced the waistband, then dipped in. Her mouth followed.
I grabbed the fence behind her. Metal cold in my palm. Took a sharp breath. Her breath warmer than any detention threat.
She looked up. Eyes full of sin.
"Call me Daddy," I muttered.
Cassie smiled.
"Only if you finish like one."
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