her the cane though. I bet she’d be into it if we asked.”
“Stop making student/teacher jokes,” I snapped, sweeping his legs out from beneath him with a bark of triumph. “That’s got nothing to do with what I have with her.”
We fell into a furious battle of fists and power as we rolled across the hard floor and I grunted as he hit me with the force of a fucking sledgehammer. We shouldn’t have been doing this without gloves and I knew we’d both be black and blue tomorrow, but it was too late to do anything about that now.
After taking way more hits than I liked, I managed to flip him over beneath me and wrench his arm up his back, driving my knee down into his spine to keep him there.
I counted to three loudly, knowing he was too much of a stubborn bastard to tap out himself then shoved myself to my feet. Kyan rolled onto his back, panting and laughing, his chest glistening with sweat.
“Are you touchy about the student/teacher thing because you don’t want me thinking you want to pound me too?” he joked because apparently he was looking for another kicking.
“Fuck off,” I growled without any venom as I moved to grab a towel from my bag at the side of the room to mop my brow.
“So… Saint has claimed monopoly of our girl because he’s got an itty bitty hole in his shoulder, leaving us on the subs bench until further notice,” he said as he got up and followed me across the room. “That leaves us with two options – we either suck each other off to help us get through this dry patch…”
“Or?” I asked, choosing not to dignify that with a response because I certainly wasn’t going to fuck another one of my students. Especially not one with stubble, countless tattoos, broad shoulders and a dick.
“Or, we head back to your place and get fucked up while planning ways to get revenge on the Lord of Darkness for breaking his own precious rules.” Kyan’s eyes glimmered with mischief at that idea and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Option B has a lot of appeal,” I agreed, grabbing my shit and turning my back on the gym as I switched off the lights and followed Kyan out.
“Great. Because I already assumed you would say yes and I’ve already had the perfect idea for how to get under his skin.”
“Oh yeah? How?” I asked as we began walking towards the exit.
“I’ve designed a new tattoo which will drive him in-fucking-sane every time I show him it. And I brought everything I need to add it to my collection. After that, let’s sneak back to The Temple and rearrange the food he’s got stored down in the catacombs.”
“I can log into the school database and drop his GPA to a 3.7?” I suggested with a smirk.
“Fuck yes. His head might actually explode if that happens.” Kyan threw an arm around me and howled with laughter and I actually found myself joining in.
Maybe he had a point about me letting him in. It certainly beat sitting around and moping on my own. And if it also equalled Saint Memphis’s head exploding then all the better.
I met Mila a few hundred yards from The Temple and walked to English with her while the Night Keepers walked behind us like three dark shadows. I put some distance between us and them so I could chat to my friend in private, but she kept glancing back over her shoulder at them like their presence was unsettling.
"So, what’s the real story about Saint’s injuries?" she asked and my stomach knotted as I stuck to the story that we’d all decided on.
"There’s no other story. He fell off Kyan's dirt bike," I said with a shrug.
Saint had fed the lie to his dad too and a short article had been printed about it in the Sequoia Tribune to cover any students making up their own rumours once they saw his arm in a sling. But there had been plenty this week so far, so it hadn’t exactly been effective. Some people believed he’d been beaten up by Kyan and others took to a more elaborate story that he’d been attacked by a bear on Tahoma Mountain before he killed it with his bare hands.
"I’ve never seen that boy on a bike," she half laughed but I couldn't even muster a smile.
“It was a dare,” I answered, the story well memorised