For as long as I could remember, I had always been free to do whatever the hell I wanted. My mom despised staying at home and being an actual mother. Even on the rare occasions she was home, she didn't give two shits about what I did anyways. She turned a blind eye to the revolving door of girls and the nights I didn't come home.
I brought home different girls all the time because I knew I could. I screwed them because I knew that's what they wanted. Every single one of those girls wanted to have the opportunity to brag to their little sidekick girlfriends they secretly hated that I gave them the time of day. Then they would all make a lame attempt of being that "one girl that tamed me," which was fucking stupid on their part. But hey, I wasn’t banging them for their brains, anyways.
I had never been tamed, owned or in a relationship and never will. I warned each and every girl I'd ever been with before I would even unbutton my jeans that I didn't do relationships. There would be no sending flowers or cuddling afterwards talking about our future children.
There were a few exceptions to my "one time only" rule, and one was Piper. When her skinny ass hopped on my lap last night buck ass naked, it was nothing new. Piper was my hanger-on, always available whenever I called and she knew when to leave me alone. She could handle not getting goodnight phone calls or Friday date nights. I called, she came, in more ways than one. That was our arrangement and it was a pretty fucking good one.
The class was almost full when I walked in and headed towards my usual seat at the back of the room but it was taken. My sexy, little spyin' neighbor was settled in it with her attention engrossed in some notebook. Lucky for me, there was a seat open next to her and I plopped my ass down in the seat. My chair screeched when I moved it closer, moving her eyes away from the notebook to glare at me.
"Seriously," she groaned, slamming her notebook closed. I frowned, not the usual greeting I received from the opposite sex.
"Nice to see you too. I thought I would show some neighborly love and see how your day was going, my young voyeur." A wicked grin crept over my lips and her dark eyes turned cold.
"First of all," she leaned into me, whispering harshly. "I am not a freaking voyeur like I have already told you. You saw me watching, I get it. Joked adjourned. Secondly, it would be much easier for the both of us if you would please move to another seat, preferably at least fifteen feet away."
"Yeah, I can't do that.”
"And why is that?"
"You are actually sitting in my seat."
"There are assigned seats?" She asked, looking at me skeptically.
"Pretty much.”
"No there isn't. He's lying to you," a grating voice said from the opposite side of her. I glanced over her head, spotting my least favorite of all assholes, Dirk Bates. If you grabbed a dictionary and went to the word douchebag, you would see a picture of Dirk smiling in his over-bleached teeth and polo with the collar popped. "I don't think we've met. I'm Dirk," he introduced himself, holding out his hand to Daisy.
She nodded towards the douche lord, shaking his hand then turning her glare back at me. "You can't sit there. Your little demon girlfriend is probably already plotting my murder as we speak and everyone is staring."
My eyes widened in amusement. "I don't have a girlfriend so that can't be true, and I could care less if all of these idiots are staring. It's your fault, not mine. If I left, they would still be staring at you because you're the new fresh meat around here."
"I am not fresh meat," she hissed back in horror.
"Baby, you are definitely fresh meat.” My eyes peered straight into hers then moved their gaze to her chest. "And I can guarantee you that every single guy in this room agrees with me, too."
She opened her mouth, most likely to tell me to go to hell, but the bell rang, stopping her. I chuckled and Miss Douglas, or Vicki as I called her, sauntered into the classroom clad in a tight, black dress entirely too risqué for a teacher, but I wasn't complaining. I would say I knew her better than most students, including everything she had going on under that sexy ass dress. In her defense, it was before she actually became my teacher.
"Good afternoon class," her sultry voice called out and her red lips formed a smile.
"Miss Douglas," I interrupted, raising my hand before she got on with her lecture or whatever. "I'm not sure if you're aware or not, but we have a new student with us today." I grinned, pointing at Daisy and every pair of eyes turned to look at her while she looked down at her desk, clearly uncomfortable.
"Thank you Keegan, but I already know this," Vicki said, moving her attention from me to the embarrassed girl next to me. "We have already completed the first two sections that will be on next week's test, but I am sure someone will partner up with you and let you borrow their notes.”
"You can use mine," Dirk offered up immediately, opening his book.