Wicked Devil: Chapter 33

She’s not eating. I don’t know why I care but the girl never eats. Not at school anyway. Her cheekbones are sharper. Her clothes fit looser. Something is up and I have no fucking clue what.

I know my boys notice. They give her the same concerned glances I do when they think I’m not looking.

The urge to force her to tell me what’s wrong is strong, but she’s still with that fucker, Julio. And worse, she’s hanging out more with Henderson. One of them is always with her. She’s never alone. Not in her classes. Not at lunch. Hell, even when I spot her going to take a piss, one of these assholes is always right outside the door.

I’m tempted to find a way to distract them so I can pull her away but I talk myself out of it. I shouldn’t care that she’s losing weight. What difference is it to me? She wasn’t eating a ton before. This is just more of the same. Maybe she’s still upset over her mom. That’s probably all it is. I can’t say I blame her, but it is not my problem. Not anymore.

Just then, Silvia struts toward me. I groan. The girl is clingy as shit. “Yo, Rome,” Emilio calls. “The wife is coming.”

I flip him off and ignore the annoyance Silvia’s presence brings. Sarah is right beside her, making stupid eyes at Emilio. He tilts his chin at her in greeting and the girl swoons. Pathetic.

Kasey Henderson walks by just then and sneers with a dramatic eye roll. “Getting desperate, boys,” she calls out before heading to the table Allie’s sitting at. I ignore her comment and throw my arm over Silvia’s shoulder and as expected, she presses herself into me, her breasts and the inch-thick padding in her bra mashing up against my chest.

“Are we going to get to spend some time together this weekend, Ro?” she asks, fluttering her lashes in what I’m sure she thinks is a seductive manner, but really she ends up looking like she’s got something stuck in her eyes.

I shrug my shoulders. “Dunno. I got plans with the boys. We’ll see.”

Her bottom lip juts out and I know she’s not happy. Chick’s been trying to screw me all week. I’ve kissed her but that is as far as things have gone and only ever in public. If I’m going to lower my standards to a girl like her, there’s gotta be a reason for it, and ensuring it gets back to Allie is reason number one. Silvia wants more. She wants to fuck. But the idea of screwing her makes my dick limper than a soft noodle.

I can barely manage to shove my tongue down her throat as it is.

A few weeks ago, I’d have fucked her in a heartbeat. Silvia’s got a tight ass, curves, and a decent rack. Her teeth are straight, and she’s got long, sleek hair I’d normally enjoy wrapping around my fist. But now, all I see when I look at her is a pathetic girl who can’t seem to understand just how uninterested I am in her.

She’s a means to an end. A way to pass the time. The season’s over and I don’t have football practice anymore to use as a distraction, so instead I try and come up with creative ways to screw over the girl who decided to stomp on my fucking heart.

When Allie’s gaze turns my way, I lean into Silvia’s touch and capture her lips with mine. She moans dramatically into the kiss and I force myself to close my eyes, pretending it’s Allie I’m kissing. Allie whose mouth I’m tasting.

Silvia moans again, not bothered in the least that we’re in a crowded cafeteria and she sounds like a porn star. I wish she would shut the hell up. When she moans for the third time I pull away. Her pupils are dilated and her smile wide as she struggles to catch her breath. I flick my gaze back to Allie’s table but it’s empty now. She’s gone.