“I know you’re with him. He doesn’t have to violate you in front of an entire class on my account.”
I stopped in my tracks and poised to attack. “Then maybe you should stop telling your frat brothers that I’m calling you. You’re going to push him too far and I’m not going to feel sorry for you when he puts his boot in your ass.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Listen to you. You’ve been around Travis too much.”
“No, this is me. It’s just a side of me you know nothing about.”
“You didn’t exactly give me a chance, did you?”
I sighed. “I don’t want to fight with you, Parker. It just didn’t work out, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay. You think I enjoy being the laughing stock of Eastern? Travis Maddox is the one we all appreciate because he makes us look good. He uses girls, tosses them aside, and even the biggest jerks at Eastern look like Prince Charming after Travis.”
“When are you going to open your eyes and realize that he’s different, now?”
“He doesn’t love you, Abby. You’re a shiny new toy. Although, after the scene he made in class, I’m assuming you’re not all that shiny anymore.”
I slapped his face with a loud smack before I realized what I’d done.
“If you would have waited two seconds, I could have saved you the effort, Pidge,” Travis said, pulling me behind him.
I grabbed his arm. “Travis, don’t.”
Parker looked a bit nervous as a perfect red outline of my hand appeared on his cheek.
“I warned you,” Travis said, shoving Parker violently against the wall.
Parker’s jaws tensed and he glared at me. “Consider this closure, Travis. I can see now that you two are made for each other.”
“Thanks,” Travis said, hooking his arm around my shoulders.
Parker pushed himself from the wall and quickly rounded the corner to descend the stairs, making sure Travis didn’t follow with a quick glance.
“Are you okay?” Travis asked.
“My hand stings.”
He smiled. “That was bad ass, Pidge. I’m impressed.”
“He’ll probably sue me and I’ll end up paying his way into Harvard. What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting in the cafeteria?”
One side of his mouth pulled up in an impish grin. “I couldn’t concentrate in class. I’m still feelin’ that kiss.”
I looked down the hall and then to him. “Come with me.”
His eyebrows pulled together over his smile. “What?”
I walked backwards, pulling him along until I felt the knob of the Physics lab. The door swung open, and I glanced behind me, seeing that it was empty and dark. I tugged on his hand, giggling at his confused expression, and then locked the door, pushing him against it.
I kissed him and he chuckled. “What are you doin’?”
“I don’t want you to be unable to concentrate in class,” I said, kissing him again. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him.
“I’m not sure what I ever did without you,” he said, holding me up with one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other, “but I don’t ever want to find out. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Pigeon.”
“Just remember that when I take all of your money in the next poker game,” I said, pulling off my shirt.
CHAPTER thirteen FOURTEEN
full house
I twirled around, scrutinizing my reflection with a skeptical eye. It was white and backless, dangerously short, and the bodice was held up by a short string of rhinestones that formed a halter around my neck.
“Wow! Travis is going to piss himself when he sees you in that!” America said.
I rolled my eyes. “How romantic.”
“You’re getting that one. Don’t try anymore on, that’s the one,” she said, clapping with excitement.
“You don’t think it’ too short? Mariah Carey shows less skin.”
America shook her head. “I insist.”