No Good: A Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Stevie J. Cole

  Sighing, I dropped to a knee to reach for my phone, but just as I did, someone else snatched it up.

  “Hey, Drewbie.” Hendrix smiled, flicking his finger against my knuckles before straightening.

  A crisscross of SpongeBob Band-Aids decorated his forehead, reminding me that I’d almost accidentally knocked him out.

  “Hendrix,” I groaned as I stood. “Give it back.”

  “Patience.” He started down the hall, fiddling with my phone as he maneuvered around students.

  “Hendrix!” I jogged after him.

  “Call me Daddy and I’ll give it back.”

  “You’re gross.” When I made a grab for my phone, he ducked away.

  “Oh, come on. You gotta have some titty and beaver shots in here somewhere.” On a shake of his head, he chucked the device at me, then headed toward the Men’s room. “You disappoint me, rich girl.”

  I flipped him off before rounding the corner and heading toward history. I took a seat and my phone vibrated in my pocket, probably my mother sending a picture of her new yacht.

  Unknown Number: I’m taking a shit right now. I need moral support. It’s a burner.

  I didn’t need to ask who it was. I dropped the phone to the desk, refusing to acknowledge how vile Hendrix was. A few seconds later, it buzzed again, and a picture of a curled turd popped up on the screen. And that—was another level entirely.

  Mr. Weaver was halfway through a lecture on the America Revolution when the intercom system crackled. “Could Drucella Morgan come to the office please?”

  The class snickered, repeating my godawful first name, and I cursed my parents for the millionth time for apparently loathing me from birth. I pushed up from my seat and made my way through the empty hallways to the office, wondering why I was being called in. Maybe someone had said something about my car getting damaged on school property. Doubtful. Everyone in this school was up Bellamy and Hendrix’s ass.

  When I stepped through the glass doorway, the secretary looked up. “Miss Morgan?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Coach Todd told me that you have a grass allergy, but…” She flipped through several pages in a chart while shoving her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “It’s not listed on your medical records. I’ll just need you to sign a form so we can add it. And you’ll need to bring in an EpiPen as well.”

  Who knew Dayton High would actually care about their students dying? “Oh, it’s not that serious. I just get a rash.” That sounded plausible…I thought.

  She peered over the rim of her glasses, one pencil-drawn eyebrow quirked. “A rash?”

  “Yep.”

  On a sigh, she pushed up from behind her desk. “Let me get a different form then…”

  While I waited, two guys in baggy, Star Wars shirts walked in. They slumped into the chairs beside the principal’s office, fidgeting and wiping sweat from their brows.

  “He’s gonna kill us.”

  “If we don’t turn someone in, we’ll get expelled.”

  Expelled. I looked away and stared at the printer on the back table, trying not to make it obvious I was eavesdropping on their whispered conversation.

  “But if West gets expelled, Hunt will murder us.” A small whimper leaked through his lips. “Hunt’s crazy.”

  “But if we give another name, someone else will get expelled, and they didn’t do it.” Well, at least they had a conscience.

  I should have just minded my own business, but of course, I’d never been able to control my impulses. I turned around, my curiosity more than peaked.

  “What did West do?” I asked.

  Both guys froze, staring wide-eyed at me like deer in headlights. One of them went to open their mouths, but the other nudged him in the ribs. “Don’t, Kyle. She’s like... his.”

  Wow. “Uh, definitely not,” I scowled at them for a moment. “But I might be able to help you.”

  The guy to the right shook his head. “Don’t do it. Getting expelled is way better than getting murdered.”

  Bellamy was a dick for sure, but murder sounded extreme. “Did he sell you weed?” I asked.

  They looked at each other before the one named Kyle broke. “It was a test.”

  His friend hit him in the arm.

  “He what...sold you a test?”

  They both nodded. Bellamy really was into anything and everything bad. But that was worthy of expulsion? Screw it, I didn’t care about the how, only getting out of this awful school and away from that psycho. The slightest concern whispered in the back of my mind that getting kicked out might jeopardize my college acceptance. Then again, my dad had paid them to keep me after one expulsion and as important as it was to me, the bragging rights were more important to him.

  Principal Brown’s door creaked open. An excited thrill shot through my veins. Fuck Bellamy and fuck this school. I was getting out of here.

  I turned to the two guys. “Look,” I said, feigning distress. “Just don’t tell Brown I sold you the tests. I’ll refund you the money.”

  Both guy’s faces washed white. Principal Brown cleared his throat. When I turned to face him, he had both hands on his meaty hips, his cheap dress shoe tapping the floor.

  “Would you like to step into my office, Miss…”

  12

  Bellamy

  When I closed my locker, Kyle and Robert, two guys from the computer club, stood a few feet away, staring at me like weirdos. One pushed the other forward a few feet.

  “I don’t know what happened,” he whispered. “We were just sitting there.”

  I shouldered my backpack on a glare. Nothing good ever started with that kind of defense. “What are you talking about?”

  “We got caught with that test...”

  The slow throb of my pulse pounded my temple. If one of these dipshits ratted me out… “Go on,” I said through a clenched jaw.

  “And uh. I mean, we didn’t tell on you. We’d never do that. But...” He gnawed at his lip, then inhaled a breath. “That new girl...”

  I swear to God, if Drew tried to get me in trouble for that shit, I would go to Wall-E-Mart and buy Hendrix an economy-sized box of matches, and we’d burn her shit to the ground. “What about her?”

  “She said she sold them.”

  “To Brown.” Robert blurted. “She said it to Brown! And then she got in trouble.”

  She’d voluntarily taken the blame. For something she had nothing to do with. What in the hell?

  “We didn’t drop her in. We were just sitting there, freaking out because we didn’t want you to murder us and we didn’t want to get expelled, and she overheard us. When Brown opened the door to call us in, she said it was her. And Brown suspended her. We didn’t know what to do.” He took a deep breath. “Please don’t beat us up.”

  I lifted a brow. As long as I wasn’t the one getting in trouble, I didn’t care who they accidentally ratted out.

  “We know she’s kinda your girl or something, and you’re probably really mad, but…” The other one’s face washed a little white, and he clutched at his stomach like he was going to puke.

  “Whatever, man. I don’t give a shit.” I mumbled, turning to head out of the school.

  I made it to the exit before it sunk in. Brown suspended her. That’s why she had done it. She was trying to barter a stolen test for the keys out of hell.

  And the devil didn’t like that.

  The sun beat down on me while I leaned against the bumper of my car, staring at my phone.

  Me: Where you at, baby girl?

  Of course, she didn’t respond. But thanks to Hendrix snatching her phone in the hall earlier, all I now had to do to find her was swipe to the FindAFriend app. Which I did. That little blue dot still hovered above a house two blocks over, just like it had done for the past hour. I couldn’t deny it was genius to have Hendrix add my contact in that stupid app—even if the thought that she was probably at some Barrington prick’s house getting pounded right now did piss me off. It was wor
th it for the simple fact of my being able to pop up like a genie anytime I wanted was guaranteed to aggravate the shit out of her. Because we weren’t done until I decided we were.

  The little blue dot finally moved, and I took off my shirt then reclined back on the sunbaked hood of my car. I figured her walking up in her drive and finding me sprawled out with my abs tensed would get her flustered, and I’d thoroughly enjoy that.

  I watched puffy, white clouds pass by, drifting behind the tree line before a huff came from the end of her drive. Seconds later, a shadow fell over me.

  “You’re blocking my sun,” I said, sitting up and adjusting the cross on my necklace.

  Her gaze fell to my stomach, and I flexed a little. Just to be a dick. “I’m surprised you didn’t just let yourself in.”

  I would have, had she not moved the spare key. “I’ll be sure to make a copy of the spare next time.” I slid off the hood.

  Drew backed up a step, then halted like she was forcing herself to stand up to some bully, and brought her arms across her chest. “What are you doing here?”

  “I texted you.” I kept moving toward her, and she didn’t budge.

  “I was busy.”

  “Nah…” I swept a hand over her cheek, cupping her jaw for a second. My attention went straight to her parted lips, and dammit if I didn’t have to fight the urge to slam my lips to hers. “When it comes to me, you’re never busy, baby girl.”

  Her breath caught, and her gaze slipped to my mouth. The thing about it, she may hate me, but she couldn’t hide the fact she was attracted to me. Just like I couldn’t hide my attraction to her. Girls like her only followed guys like me out to a van when we measured up to every sordid fantasy they’d had. And the magnetic pull that kept us coming back was nothing short of raw sexual urge. Drew could hate me all she wanted. Hate never kept anyone from fucking, only from falling in love. And that’s all I wanted from her—a good fuck and a challenge.

  So why did I almost feel high by being near her? Why did it bother me when I thought that the most likely reason why she wanted out of Dayton so bad was so she could get away from me? I moved closer, dragging my thumb over her plump lip and smearing her lipstick. “Stealing my thunder to try to get a little vacation?”

  Huffing, she pulled her face out of my hold. “I was trying to get expelled.”

  “For stealing a history test that wasn’t even a final?” I barked out a laugh, slapping a hand over my slick chest. “Jesus Christ.”

  “Whatever.” She started up the sidewalk of her ridiculously oversized, million-dollar house. “It’s only two more months.”

  Armani jeans. Expensive car. Attitude out the ass—and that little tidbit was my Kryptonite. She was getting under my skin in ways I didn’t need, and the minute she was out of Dayton, whatever bullshit this was between us would be over. Which I needed.

  “What’s it worth to you?” I shouted just before she reached her door.

  She stopped. “Getting out of Dayton? A lot.”

  “Good.” I started toward her front door. I could help us both out. Get her the hell away from me and get exactly what I wanted—what we both wanted.

  She glared at me. “What are you doing?”

  “This is called making a deal, baby girl.” I pushed past her, letting myself in and half-rolling my eyes at the new décor. Rich people. Just replacing shit like it was nothing.

  She followed me. “What kind of deal?”

  “Nice décor...” I rounded the hallway to the kitchen. “And a deal where you get kicked out of Dayton and I get you in a bed.”

  “What?” Her brows pulled together. “You are not serious.”

  I took a seat at the massive island, glancing around at the kind of kitchen that would Gordon Ramsey jealous. “It’s not like I don’t know you want to. Come on...You followed me out to a van, baby girl.”

  “Before I knew what a dick you are.” She backed up to the counter, folding her arms over her chest.

  “Like that has anything to do with fucking me.” I snorted a laugh. “For that hour of your life you wouldn’t give a shit how much of a dick I’d been.”

  “Some of us have self-respect.”

  This shit, huh? “Self-respect?” I pushed up from the seat, and she moved back, gripping the edge of the counter. “Why would you fucking me mean you didn’t have self-respect?” I stepped in front of her, gripping her chin and tilting her head back. “Huh, baby girl?”

  “Because I hate you.”

  I grabbed onto her waist and lifted her on the counter, placing myself between her thighs. “Yeah? You hate me, baby girl?”

  Her chest rose on ragged swells, her cheeks quickly going pink. “So much.”

  On a laugh, I leaned in. “Good, it’ll be way more fun when you cave.”

  Then I slammed my mouth over hers, fisting her hair as I parted her lips. And she didn’t fight it for a second. Her hands went to my arms, nails digging into my skin while I fucked her mouth with my tongue, imagining it was her pussy. When I felt her legs press into my hips, I pulled away. “Tell me you wouldn’t enjoy it...”

  She hesitated, anger ripping across her face. Because she wanted it, just like I wanted it, regardless of how much I hated her—or she hated me.

  “Fucking is animalistic. Instinctual.” I trailed my fingertips over her thigh. “Something out of your control. And I’m not the guy to bullshit with.” My gaze flicked between her legs. “You wanna fuck me. I wanna fuck you. This just makes it more fun and a one-time deal with no strings attached.”

  “I don’t want you.”

  My fingers crept higher on her leg, and not once did she flinch. Not once did she try to stop me. “Admit it, baby girl. You want this disrespect. One fucking time.”

  And she still didn’t stop me. Which was the only reason I kept going. I moved my hand beneath her skirt, then stopped, cocking a brow. “You and I both know, I go an inch further, and you’re going to be wet for me.” I smirked. “And then there’s no denying you want a little taste of a bad boy.”

  I didn’t need to feel between her legs. The way she labored for each breath, the blush on her cheeks said everything I needed to know.

  “Admit it.” I bought my lips close to hers. “Tell me you wouldn’t give me one dirty fuck, regardless of what of whether I helped you or not.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “If you help me, I’ll fuck you. Once.”

  “No, baby girl.” My fingers played over the soft skin of her thigh. “Tell me you’d fuck me once, even if I didn’t help you.”

  Because she would. But this—This made it way more fun.

  “I followed you out to that van, didn’t I?”

  Ex-fucking-actly. I went back to stool and tapped a hand over the island. “Shall we get down to business, then?”

  She hopped down from the counter and opened the freezer, taking out one of those stupid Push-Pops she always grabbed at lunch. On day two of her stint at Dayton, I went to the cafeteria before her, gathered every last one of those things, and hid them under the Ice Cream Sandwiches. She bitched about it all through lunch, so I did it every day afterward. I liked it when she was angry.

  Her tongue wrapped around the tip of that popsicle in a way that made my dick hard. Then she slid the Push-Pop between her lips. There was no way she wasn’t doing that on purpose, and if she wanted to draw attention to that, well…

  “Is that how you suck a dick?” I asked, adjusting myself.

  She wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger before licking that too. “So, how are you going to get me expelled?”

  “Oh. I’m not getting you expelled. I’m more like a consultant on how you can get yourself expelled.” I didn’t trust her enough not to drag me down with her as a final fuck you, and the last thing I needed was to get sent to the reform school an hour away. “And we’ve already gone over the fee...” God, I was getting her ass expelled tomorrow.

  She glared at me. “Okay, asshole. How do I get expelled?”

&n
bsp; “Fighting—”

  “I’m not getting in a fight.”

  “Fucking—Which I’m not okay with.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m making a deal for a fuck, not to be owned.”

  The thing she didn’t seem to see, as far as anyone in Dayton was concerned, I already did own her.

  “Alright. Then you’re dealing weed.” I said.

  “Oh, the irony.” She gave a long lick over the length of her popsicle. “Let me guess, I’ll get arrested too.”

  “Depends on how much weed and Brown’s mood that day.” I focused on the way her tongue stroked over the rainbow-colored sherbet, thoughts of her on her knees flipped through my mind like a movie reel full of porn. My dick had never had so many moments of being let down in its life until she came around. I shifted again, trying to give it a little more room in my jeans.

  Holding up a finger, she pulled her phone from her pocket, then jabbed over the screen—still sucking on that popsicle. A few seconds later, the device pinged, and Drew smiled. “Okay, it’s fine. My mom will sort it.”

  I felt my brow lift. No way this girl had asked her mom if she would bail her out of jail for selling weed—to get expelled. “Your mom will...sort it?”

  “Criminal records are unseemly.”

  What in the hell did they teach kids at those private schools, because so far it seemed real-life logic was not on that curriculum.

  “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not some spoiled brat.”

  Like she wasn’t. I placed a hand on the cool counter, twisting in the chair to glance around the enormous kitchen. “Right… Armani jeans. Audi. Mansion. The ability to pay your way out of a prison record. Not spoiled in the slightest.”

  She glared at me, the Push-Pop halfway in her mouth when she bit it clean in two. That almost made my hard-on disappear. Almost.

  “My dad is a dick, okay? He put me in that school, and that’s as good as throwing me to the wolves.”