Nash I could hear them talking, and Tallulah laughed at something the dickhead said. She was enjoying her time in there. She wasn’t at all concerned about missing our afternoon together. Why wasn’t he at fucking football practice? It was after three. He should have left her by now. I was coming to talk to her, apologize about earlier. She had been right. The slushie thing hadn’t been funny. “Are you stalking them now?” Haegan asked behind me. I turned my head to look at him and saw that damn camera. “Get that off me,” I grumbled, then looked back into the classroom. Coach D was leaning over her, pointing at something on the computer screen in front of her. He was too close. If any other teacher saw that, they’d agree it was out of line. The man liked Tallulah. He was ke eping her here so she wouldn’t be with me. “Looks like we have a student-teacher romance a-brewing,” Haegan whispered. He then moved closer with the camera. “I said to turn that off,” I snapped. He smirked. “You said to get it off you. Not turn it off. Besides, this could end up being the world’s best blackmail. Do you know the grades I could get from this? Stellar, my friend. Stellar fucking grades.” Haegan moved closer to the window in the door.
I didn’t want either of them to see us. Especially Tallulah. She was already mad at me, and seeing Haegan there with the camera wasn’t going to help. “Seriously, move. I don’t want her to see you.” He ignored me. “I think he’s going to make a move. You want to go in there and throat punch him? Would make fantastic vlog material.” I shoved him out of their view. “Stop it,” I warned. I wasn’t protecting the slimy-ass teacher who needed to date girls his own age and leave mine alone. I was doing it for Tallulah. She was so naïve she had no idea what was happening. She truly thought she was there to help the man. “Jesus, you’re a buzzkill.” He finally lowered the camera and turned it off. “Fine. If you don’t want to get this on video, let’s go find something more interesting to do. Watching them dance around each other is boring if I’m not getting to record it.” I started to tell him to leave. I wasn’t going anywhere with him. His dumbass rubber snake had caused me to miss time with Tallulah. Haegan wasn’t going to ruin this for me. His life re volved around that camera. After seeing the shit he owned and finding out how much money he made from it, I understood. But I didn’t want that. I just wanted her. Coach D bent his knees and dropped to his haunches until he was eye level with her. She turned her head to look at him, and he was saying something very serious. Her brow furrowed, but she was listening. This did not look like her helping him. Nothing about grading papers was this serious.
His hand went up and cupped her face, and I took a st ep toward the door. Haegan’s hand was on my arm immediately. “Wait. Don’t go in there yet,” he said in a quiet voice beside me. If he had that fucking camera out again, I was going to break it. Coach D leaned in closer, and I couldn’t tell if he was talking or not, but he sure as hell looked like he was about to kiss her. Going in there and stopping it was my first reaction, but I paused. Because Tallulah wasn’t moving away. She wasn’t leaning closer, but she wasn’t moving back, either. Would she let him do this? Did she like this man? Had I been missing something all along? “Oh, snap,” Haegan muttered just as Coach D closed the space between them. I was frozen. Unable to speak. Move. Or breathe. “Holy mother, why did I turn off my good camera? This watch camera isn’t going to be as good, but it’ll do.” He continued talking. I just stood there. In a horror film or nightmare, watching it but not believing it. Then I began walking. Away from it. Away from what all I’d seen. Tallulah wasn’t that girl. She didn’t kiss teachers. We weren’t exclusive, I guess. Or were we? Hell, I wasn’t used to good girls. I didn’t know what Tallulah considered exclusive. But in my head she had been mine. I’d had her topless in my arms. Didn’t that mean something to her? Could I have been wrong? Was this thing we had a joke? Tallulah getting her revenge? Had she fucking played me? All that sweet-and-kind shit couldn’t have been an act. But then I was a cripple. She was gorgeous. Why would she have chosen me?
“We aren’t gonna stay to see if they do more? He might fuck her on the desk. Your revenge could be getting his ass thrown in jail.” I didn’t respond to that. But my entire body tensed. My chest hurt. My head was pounding. Everything I thought was... wasn’t. Tallulah wasn’t what I thought. She was in there kissing a fucking teacher. She wasn’t even cheating on me with a guy our age. She was with a teacher. Fucking hell! “I need to get smoked. I know you have some,” I said as I shoved the door open and stalked out of the school. “You want weed? Really?” Haegan sounded excited. As if his world was full of sunshine and rainbows. Seeing Tallulah making out with a teacher hadn’t twisted his gut. I went directly to his Porsche. It was new, completely loaded, and he’d paid cash for it. All because of that camera he had all the time. The lights blinked, and I jerked open the passenger door, then climbed in. Once he was inside, he reached over, opened the glove compartment, and there for anyone to find was a bag of weed. “Let’s get baked.” It wasn’t a suggestion. He was serious. And I decided so was I. “In the school parking lot?” I asked, looking around, although the windows were tinted and no one could see us. “There’s a student-teacher make-out session going on in that building. Do you honestly think us smoking a little is gonna be the main concern here?” Being reminded of what I’d seen, I nodded. “Fine, but you want to smoke that in this car?”
He inhaled de eply and then laughed. “Take a de
Ep one, dude. It’s been smoked in here many times before.” He was right. I’d been too upset to think about how his expensive-ass car smelled when I’d gotten inside. Apparently he wasn’t worried about resell value or his mother taking a whiff. “What if your mom gets in this car and smells this?” My parents would kill me. He just chuckled and went to rolling up a smoke. On the freaking dashboard. Of a Porsche. He was insane. “I bought her house. What the fuck you think she’s gonna say?” Wow. I hadn’t realized that. “You first,” he said, handing it to me once it was ready. I looked at it only a moment, then decided what the hell and took it.