the mouse.
"Remind me not to piss you off," Tory muttered. "I guess he'll learn to save his work now."
Or he'll learn not to mess with me.
I didn't enjoy studying with others, and one of the reasons was because not everyone was focused on school. We were required to meet twice a month for study group for an hour to build academic discord and develop supportive relationships.
It was bad enough I was distracted by the vague warnings the lawyer had given me, but now my mind kept replaying the scene in yearbook. Maybe I shouldn't have unplugged his computer like I had. He had worked all period on the varsity spread and I had ruined it.
The quiet of the library gave my mind too much time to wander. When I was able to focus, someone would slam a book shut, a backpack would be unzipped, or Blake would make a noise.
I should have faked cramps and gone home instead of staying and wasting my time.
Blake tapped his pencil on his paper before making a noise and then writing frantically. Me, Aiden, and a girl named Trisha gave each other looks and went back to our assignments.
The sound of a ripping page filled the immediate area and our eyes snapped back to Blake again, who didn't seem to care that he was distracting us all. He folded the paper he had ripped out of his notebook and then grinned at us.
Were they purposely trying to get on my last nerve? I was hanging on by a thread and about to snap. I ignored his grin and read the passage I had started reading for what felt like the tenth time.
The paper he folded landed in front of me. I gave him an exasperated look and then wadded up the paper and threw it toward the trashcan, missing.
He frowned. "Why'd you do that?"
"We're supposed to be working on homework and keeping each other on task." I stood and picked up the paper. "Writing notes and composing a drum solo is not staying on task."
"Well, at least read it." He turned back to his binder.
Aiden and Trisha gave me curious glances but then both got back to work. I did the same without opening the note.
I felt his eyes on me as I tried to take notes and then he nudged my foot with his. He was insufferable.
I unfolded the paper and turned to face away from the group so they couldn't see my reaction.
Jesus Christ, he'd written me a sexy note.
I can't concentrate on anything with you sitting next to me. Every time you stick the tip of your pen against your lips, I can't stop where my brain goes. I want to be that pen. Let's sneak to the bathroom and I'll give you a little late afternoon snack.
My pulse sped up and I put the pen against my lip while I considered what to write back. I could tell him he was disgusting or to knock it off. But that was what he wanted.
I wrote a note back underneath his.
I want to show you just what I can do with this mouth and my pen. Then I want to reach my hand over and feel how hard I get you.
I handed it to him under the table and he smirked as he opened it and read it. His nostrils flared as he looked up at me.
I smiled and looked down at my assignment, bringing my pen back to my mouth. I rubbed it against my bottom lip before putting the end in my mouth and closing my lips around it.
He shifted in his seat and I looked up at him through my lashes. I moved the pen in and out of my mouth a few times before biting down on it hard enough to make a sound.
He grimaced and then started laughing.
Trish threw her pen on the table and closed her books. "This is useless. It's almost time to go anyways. Thank fuck we only have to do this every other week."
"That was really messed up, Riley." Blake packed his stuff. "I have swim practice anyway."
He left without a glance back, and Aiden started laughing. "What the hell was that about?"
"He wrote me a nasty note, so I responded that I would show him what I'd do."
"Oh, man." Trisha laughed. "I don't get how those guys are so popular and why so many follow them blindly."
"They are rich asshole athletes. That's a turn on for some, I guess." He gave me