“Oh god.” Her cheeks turned red and she closed her eyes for a moment. “Do you know the answer to question three? I couldn’t find that one.”
She was one of those girls that hugged the wall. I saw them in the hallways. They stayed by their locker or their friends’ lockers and never said anything. When I walked by, they watched me, but they never said a word. I had never dealt with one up close and personal. I was used to girls coming onto me. “Do you date?”
“Um.” She was biting her lip and her hands slid from the table to her lap. She grabbed fistfuls of her pants and held onto it. Her head hung down.
“Relax. I’m not asking if you want to date me. I don’t date girls like you.” I didn’t date at all, but she looked ready to pee her pants and sit in it even if it formed a puddle on the floor. “You’re not like other girls I deal with. I’m curious, that’s all.”
She began counting to herself.
What the f**k? She’d been more normal the first time we worked together.
“Mr. Kade.”
I glanced to the teacher. “Yeah?” He was frowning at us.
“Maybe less talking with Miss Hooper. You can hand in the worksheet on your own.”
I shrugged. “Fine with me.” As I opened my textbook, I looked back over at her. She had stopped counting, but a look of relief was evident on her face. We didn’t talk for the rest of the day. After class, the teacher called me to his desk, and I was instructed not to talk to that girl. He added, “Maybe I should change the assigned seating.”
“She’ll be fine. I’ll back off.”
He gave me a dirty look then and said, “Do not touch that girl, Mason. She’s not like you. She’s innocent.”
I smirked at that, but replied, “I’m not planning on it. She’s a refreshing break from the rest of the chicks.”
Kate popped her head in the doorway at that moment. She stared at us, then jerked her head to the hallway. “I need to talk to you.”
Whatever. “Meet me in the south stairs.” She nodded and disappeared. I turned to the teacher. “The assigned seat is fine. Trust me.” I gestured to where Kate had gone. “I have to deal with her. My new table mate is like getting cake during class. I doubt I’ll have to deal with any drama from her.”
He shook his head. “You’re perplexing. Are you aware of that?”
“Do I care? That’s the question you should be asking and no, I don’t.” When I left, I headed to my locker and saw Logan was already there. He was leaning against my neighbor’s locker with his arms crossed. A few girls were watching him from across the hall. As I got there, he flashed them a grin and a few of them began laughing.
I stopped. Shit. He was flirting with them.
He saw my reaction and tensed. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“What?”
“You’re flirting.” He hadn’t flirted in months.
“Yeah. I’m a dude.”
I frowned at him. “You haven’t flirted in a long time.”
“What are you talking about? You were lecturing me this morning on not becoming a man whore.”
“Hooking up and flirting are different.” It was easy to grab a girl and have sex with her. It took work to flirt. I didn’t flirt. Girls got the wrong idea then, but Logan was doing it again. That meant he was getting better.
“So what? Maybe I like flirting?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Just don’t get a girlfriend right now.”
“Maybe I want regular sex? Is something wrong with that?”
“You get regular sex already. You don’t need a girlfriend for that.”
“What’s your problem?”
What was my problem? I was on edge and then I glanced at the girls beside us. It was them. It was their games, even now I felt it. They had moved closer to listen in. “I’m sick of this shit.” Gesturing to them and around the hallway. “If I want them, I’ll pick one at a party, but they cling during the day. They’re annoying. They think they’re funny when they’re not and they try to manipulate you, like if I say hi to them, then that means I want them. I don’t. I might’ve said hi because, for once, I didn’t feel like being an ass.”
I didn’t want another one to hurt Logan. Studying him now, I saw it happening. He wanted to cover the pain up. So far he had only used sex to do it, but he was considering dating again. I saw it in his eyes. It wouldn’t work. I knew my brother too well. He had loved Tate and she had shattered him. I didn’t want him to depend on another girl, be used, and get hurt all over again.