“Hey Kingston, wait up!” The yell could be heard clearly over the laughter and conversations filling the halls of Bethel High School.
Instead of heeding the call, Logan Kingston laughed and increased his pace, expertly dodging kids, stacks of books on the floor, locker doors, and other obstacles in his path. He reached his destination seconds before his pursuer, who announced his arrival with a punch to Logan’s shoulder.
“Thanks a lot, dude. Way to help your best friend in his time of need.” Ethan grumbled as he opened his locker and exchanged his books for the ones needed for first period English.
Logan snorted and restarted the process to open his own locker, which had been interrupted with his friend’s arrival. “I told you that I was going to my locker. Not my fault that you didn’t hear me. And from the looks of things, you sure as hell didn’t need my help.” He pretended to think. “Of course, Zoe did have her tongue down your throat at the time, so you were understandably preoccupied.” He smirked as Ethan groaned, running a hand through his short blonde hair in exasperation.
“I can’t get her off of my jock!” Ethan complained. “Since she heard that Nikki and I broke up, the chick just can not take a damn hint. Now I know how Bambi felt.”
“You did have a certain wild-eyed, deer-in-headlights look on your face when she pounced.” Logan mused thoughtfully, dodging another hit. “Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re such a hot young stud, attracting all those cougars. Rawr.” He shot his friend a dark look. “Besides, you should’ve known better than to date n’ ditch Nikki. It got you on all the senior girls’ radars. I told you, and my brothers told you to stay away from the senior girls, especially as a sophomore. They’re on a whole ‘nother level, man.”
“Yeah well, I’ve always been an overachiever. It’s why they skipped me a grade, remember? You too.” Ethan smirked and shrugged. His smirk widened and became slightly sharper as he added, “Still, you could’ve run interference for me when you saw her coming this morning. How convenient that you had to find your ‘lucky pencil’ for AP Calc, and it took just enough time to get to the front steps at the exact same time as Zoe.”
Logan ducked his head into his locker so his best friend couldn’t see the shit-eating grin on his face, even though they both could hear it in his voice. “Finals are coming up! What the hell were we thinking, taking Mr. Eagle? The guy is vicious, man. I need all the luck I can get.”
“Yeah. Right.” Ethan snorted, rolling his eyes and glancing over his shoulder before casually picking up his bag. “But you know, Logan, what goes around, comes around.”
“Okay, Justin Timberlake.” Logan scoffed, shutting his locker shut.
“Dude. After all this talk about AP Calc, you do realize that you have it with me, the same as we have done all year round, right?
“No shit, Sherlock. Lucky pencil, remember?”
“That luck and those books you just shoved in your bag ain’t gonna do you no good in Mrs. E’s 1st period AP English, which we have right now.”
“Shite!” Logan’s brogue only showed when he was truly annoyed–or panicked.
Ethan was about to push him from emotion to the other.
“I told you. What goes around, comes around, man. And oh look! Here comes that bitch Karma now.”
Logan’s head shot up and his eyes widened at the sight of the curvy, petite missile in high heels headed straight his way before he jerked frantically at his locker, which didn’t budge.
“Dammit, E! Shut up!” He distractedly shoved his hysterically laughing friend away and started over with the combination, concentrating as carefully as he could with one eye on the rapidly emptying hallway.
“As much as I would love to stay and watch the show, that–” He gestured upwards just as a bell sounded over the intercom. “”—Would be the warning bell. I’ll save you a seat and make your excuses to Mrs. E. She actually likes me!” Ethan called over his shoulder as he strolled away, giving Logan a two-fingered salute over his shoulder and humming loudly. Logan recognized the familiar melody of Justin Timberlake’s, ‘What Goes Around, Comes Around’ and replied with a few colorfully creative insults, although they were tinged with reluctant humor at the well played ploy.
As Ethan sauntered away, Amelia Blackwell glanced thoughtfully from the silently panicking boy to the oncoming hurricane in high heels. Kylie Andrews was petite at 5’4, but she was still a force to be reckoned with. The senior co-captain of the Varsity cheer squad, as well as the driving force behind most of the senior class activities, she ruled her world like the high school princess–soon to be queen, if she had her way–she knew she was.
Too bad for her that there was someone watching who was more than willing to knock the princess down a few pegs–preferably straight onto her ass.
Meanwhile, Logan had finally gotten his locker open and was frantically shoving his Calc books in his bag, not bothering to switch out the English ones before he shut his locker. There would be more time later–if he survived this encounter. Kylie had locked in on him, so there was no time or place to run—it would only entice the cougar to pounce. Stuck between a locker and a lioness, he thought, edging slowly away. Still, maybe he could—
Logan blinked as Amelia slid between him and his locker. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached up and threaded her fingers through the silky hairs at his nape.
“Don’t ask, just go with it,” She murmured, pulling his head slightly down to cover his lips with her own.
He stiffed in surprise but remained still, as if waiting for her next move. She nibbled at his lips encouragingly, coaxing him to soften his mouth and relax his jaw. He still didn’t move his hands though, which would never do. The wicked witch with a weave, who was clicking ominously closer, would never believe this little charade if Amelia didn’t get some active participation from her unwitting partner in crime, fast.
She increased her efforts, flicking her tongue teasingly against his lips before surging forward slightly to press up against him in full body, nose to toes contact.
Logan didn’t know why she was kissing him, but he wasn’t going to waste his breath to find out. Not when he could use that breath instead to breathe her in and swallow her surprised gasp as he suddenly came alive, his large hands skimming down her sides to land low and heavy on her hips, his fingertips spread wide and skimming lightly over her ass, which instinctively tightened. He leaned into her, pressing her back into the locker and causing her to arch into him. She tried to pull slightly to breathe but he wouldn’t let her, instead giving her his own, chasing it into her mouth with his tongue to curl around hers in a decadent, toe curling kiss.
She tasted like…raspberries and chocolate, with a hint of coffee. Mmm, Starbucks, came the irrelevant thought, but where else his mind—or hands might have wandered was rudely interrupted.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The loud, angry screech, along with the cat calls and raucous laughter of the couple of other students as they headed to class, was as effective as a bucket of cold water. Logan broke the kiss first, pulling away to see the girl in his arms fully for the first time. He watched, fascinated, as her impossibly long, dark eyelashes fluttered and opened, revealing mocha dark colored eyes, still slightly hazy and dreamy. Her skin was smooth and creamy, with the flush of arousal adding a becoming rosy glow to her cheeks and throat.
“Logan!” Kylie demanded again. “What is this?”