Chapter Four

The annoying bell for change of class is a welcome distraction to me.

I didn't think I could stomach one more second in this class without loosing it.

I need air.

I stood up like everyone else, only in more haste to get out than most of them.

I headed out and drew in gulps of refreshing air as I went straight to my locker to swap my books and get ready for my next class.

As I pulled open my locker, I stood there, frozen.

Someone has been in it again.

Someone has gone through my stuffs again.

I know this because the paper was there again and it wasn't hidden in some corner of my locker like I had left it.

No, it sat proudly on my stacked text books.

And its previously spotless white is now stained all over in slashes of glaring, angry red.

I break out in chills.

I can't move and I'm sure I look like a motherfucking weirdo standing here.

I don't know what to do.

Do I ignore and go for my class or do I pick up the dreadful piece of shit.

None of the options appealed to me.

The mental image of my car currently sitting in the repair shop reminded me why ignoring it would be the worse choice.

I swallowed hard.

God knows I'm not quite ready to do this, but that creepy pervert could be here now waiting for me not to.

And only God knows what they'd do this time.

I snatched it out of my locker, angry at my helpless weakness but before I could get it open enough to see the words written inside, it was snatched out of my hand.

The delicious, very male scent that accompanied it can only be associated with one person I know.

I turn from my locker to look at him and my mouth water.

Damn, have I mentioned that Caden is hot as fuck? 

Oh yes he is.

Temporarily I'm distracted from my pressing issue by his mere presence.

My cheeks coat pink as I meet his gorgeous orbs. The most beautiful eyes I've seen yet.

I break our eye contact first and reach for the paper he'd taken from me.

No luck there as the corner of his lips tilt up in a panty creaming worthy smirk, a daring glint in his eyes, as he raises it over his head.

Fuck him and his freaking six foot two self.

Why do I get to be so short in the first place?

I stand back on the heel of my feet, crossing my arms in front of my chest in a pose I hope is threatening. 

I pin him with my most threatning glare and instead of cowering in fear, he dared to laugh.

He was biting it back with a smile but I know him so well to know he was probably rolling on the floor in laughter in his head at the picture my angry midget self made.

He dared to laugh at me!

Well, it's not like I can do jack shit to him about that, but a girl can fume right?

I glare right at him, watching for the slightest sign of distraction on his side so that I can lunge at home and take that paper from him.

If he reads it,  he'd ask questions I have no answer to and then he'd be all in my business.

He's already more involved than I need right now and if my fat mouth had just gone to agree to be obedient to all his commands, this would be my only problem.

But it had and now I have to figure out a way to wiggle my way out of that.

I'm sure he only made those promises in the spur of the moment by the way.

I stare at him.

His striking eyes, his totally kissable lips with that inviting predominant slit right in the middle of the lower lip, his dark locks that I know from memory would be soft to touch.

God, he's beautiful in that roughish, badass way.

I notice his stance relax while he's doing his own looking too, probably throwing me up against his cheerleader girlfriend, Lizzy, and finding all my shortcomings.

That thought soured me up but on the bright side, it set my focus back on track.

The paper, right!

I wait a heartbeat, then another, then ano..... 

I lunge at him and reached for my paper.

Wrong move.

Turns out he's not so lost in his assessment of me as I'd guessed because his hand fly out to catch my waist and press me against him.

Sweet baby Jesus, the warm hardness.

His masculine scent tickle my nose at this close range and I suddenly want to bury my nose in his neck and inhale deep.

He tensed slightly, his eyes dropping down to his chest and mine helplessly follow that descent.

I see why immediately.

I had my palm pressed palm flat against his chest, right over his left nipple.

My cheeks burn hotter as I quickly go to remove it.

But he's faster and covers my hand with his much bigger one.

Hey, where did my paper go!?

"Caden let me go."

His eyes dared me to disobey the silent command and somehow all the fighting energy leave me.

I wanted him to hold me, just this once.

I can feel his very male nipple, hard under my hand and very naughty thoughts that have no place inside my head engulfed me.

Funny how I just have to look at him now and I'm swamped by aching need when I did just fine being his best friend for years now end.

I've seen his ass naked countless times  when we were kids  and then shirtless in half my life.

It have probably always been there but I had a better lid on them then.

I let my eyes stay on his hand covering my, vivid images of the pinkish brown nub directly under, blinding me.

I swallowed a small whimper, praying to be dropped.

When I look up, his smoldering eyes tells me that he's feeling something too.

Heat of he moment I guess?

And to what end does he intend to torture me like this.

He finally let's go of me and let my body slowly slide down his own.

I bit down hard on my lips as I almost wobbled on my jelly turned legs.

The green of his watchful eyes is dark and deep and ruining my control.

I search my brain for something smooth, smart and ass saving to save my pride from taking mote blows and come up blank. 

Ughhhhh!

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, 

"You are so gonna be late for your class Jay."

Fuck me, because intentionally or not, his lips just grazed the sensitive shell of my ear.

He smirked and then turned and sauntered back the way he'd come, the damn paper still somewhere on him.

Now make that a double fuck me because the damn hallway is empty and I have Mr Carter's English class.

How the hell does he affect me like this now.

And I'd let him, and practically eyes funked him in the middle of the funking hallways.

Just peachy, Jade!

I walk to my imminent death, also known as Mr Carter's class, my mind stick on Caden and whatever game it is he's playing with me.

I have a more pressing problem at hand and I don't need the  distraction that is him.

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CADEN'S POV

I strutt down the hallway, take turn and headed down to the music room.

The room is always empty by this time of the day and currently it's my safe haven for whenever I have a free period, like now.

I still have Jay's paper in my back pocket and remembering the fire in her eyes as she'd fought and failed to take from me I smiled.

I know it will only be a few minutes before Matt comes to join me in the room, he could be there even know because of the time I'd spent with Jojo in the hallway.

I push open the door to discover he's not here yet. 

Well, that's okay, I have a feeling I'm going to need some time of my own to digest the shit I'm about to read on that paper.

I take the paper out of my pocket to examine it.

It was thick just like the while from her wheels, and it had red slashes of colour like an amateur artist had a rough day on it in an art class.

I unfolded it and the words I read were just outright sick and insane.

I fell into a seat and took my time rereading the note.

The door was pushed open while I was still trying to make meaning of what I was reading and in ambled Matt.

He's about the only guy on the team who I can comfortably keep a sane conversation with without it turning boring with girls and parties.

"Damn, I love free periods." He yelled, not too loud though, as he made his way to me.

"Hey man, what's up with you?" He asks, noticing the look on my face.

"And what's that your reading. You look about ready punch a ehole through something."

He stared pointedly at me.

I couldn't come up with any suitable answer so I just gave him the paper.

His eyes ran through it and his expression mirrors mine when he's done.

"I didn't think you'd be a gullible, little wench, but then I'm always up for a little surprise. I'll let you enjoy me dealing with your whoring assessment before I swoop in for the big kill. PS: If you keep ignoring me, who knows what I'd do next. Have fun Jadey."  

He reads out like I need to hear it in his voice to understand the shit.

"Wooh, Jesus christ. This is some intense shit. Who writes stuff like and ends it with a smiley."

Exactly my thought.

"I don't know, man."

I ran my fingers through my hair.

"And Jade, same one I know? Short, hot as hell, junior year. Your best friend, right?"

"Yeah same one." I answered, daring him to ask why we didn't talk as much anymore.

Jade is my business alone.

And why the he'll am I pissed as fuck that he just described her as 'hot as hell.'

This can't be jealousy right?

I've never had a reason to be jealous before so the feeling was very foreign to me.

Matt plops down next to me, the note still in his hand.

"What do you think Matt? From what  she's told, this is about the third one in a row now. And just yesterday, her tyres were slashed so bad I had to drive her home."

His face scrunched up in a scowl, mirroring my frustration.

"This is serious and insane man, someone is using her as a target for their sick games and it's getting real messy right now. Slashed tyres, shit man."

Matt sounded about as angry as I was.

"Did she me mention anything about passing off any psychos? Might begin to explain this shit. And the note gives off feminine rage to me."

He grated, pointing at the paper I now held.

Had she mentioned anything of the sort yesterday?

I went through my memory like I would a book right before an exam.

And I came up blank.

My mind was rather conveniently stuck on the fact that she'd agreed.

She'd said yes to bring mine to command.

And while in exchange for that, I have to hand her the ass of whoever is behind this game.

When I'd first said that, I'd meant that she'd have to follow my commands that relate to helping me land out culprit but since I wasn't specific, a new plan was already forming in my head.

I plan to have a little fun in all this shit. 

The idea of commanding Jade is as hot and enticing as fuck.

This might actually be the break I need to, you can call it bully her, into seeing past my bad boy facet and her ex best friend.

This is my chance from heaven and I'm not messing it up.

My chance to lay all my cards on my table play.

And I play to fucking win.