those other two names are the guys that were with the asshole. I don’t think it’s my imagination that she stresses her disgust when she talks about Ben, either. I would bet money that Ben was the guy beside Mike that kept his eyes on Camden the entire time we were sitting there.
Seems this school is filled with hidden stories.
Too bad I don’t give a damn about any of them. I’m here for one reason and one reason only.
I need to graduate with honors and secure a scholarship to Princeton.
That’s it.
5
Mike
“Dude,” Davis laughs. “What is up with you?”
“What do you mean?” I ask him, staring at Violet.
Violet Raines.
The sexy blonde who has haunted me the last two weeks. I’ve never been obsessed with a woman. Hell, some days I wondered if I really liked any of them – except when I was using them. I can easily admit, however, that I’m obsessed with this chick. There’s just something about her that calls to me.
My brother, Parker, told me once that sometimes you meet a woman that just gets under your skin, and no matter what you do, you can’t get her off your mind. I didn’t take him seriously. Honestly, at the time I was making fun of him because he was hung up on Finn’s little sister and was being too much of a pussy to go after her.
Now I’m starting to wonder if he was right and not just blowing smoke up my ass.
“Christ, you can’t even look away from her to talk to your boys. You need to check yourself, bro.”
“I’m fine,” I lie.
The truth is I’m not fine. Before I laid eyes on Violet, I was losing interest in fucking. I can’t even lie about that. I was forcing myself to perform; hell, sometimes I even popped X. I had a reputation to live up to – even if I hated it. It’s a world I created, and I needed to live up to that. Now, however, all I’m thinking about is fucking.
The problem is, all those thoughts revolve around one girl and only one girl.
Violet Raines.
Just looking at her from across the baseball field has my cock hard.
She’s bored. I can see it from here. It’s clear from the look on her face. She’s here with Camden, which means they’re both only here because of the Bulletin. Of all the women I thought I would get hung up on, a nerd that spends her free time working on the school paper was not one of those.
But fuck if it’s not true.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, trying to pull my attention back to the game. It’s not started yet, but we’re gearing up for it. I should be warming up, swinging bats in the bullpen. Instead, I’m sitting here in the dugout, wondering what would happen if I stalk over to the bleachers, throw Violet over my shoulder, and carry her out of here.
“Liar. You’re worse than Ben and his preoccupation with Camden. What is it about these nerdy chicks you two find appealing?” Davis asks, like he just can’t fathom the reason.
“She hates baseball,” I murmur, mostly ignoring Davis.
“What?”
“She hates baseball,” I repeat and for some reason those three words make me grin.
Probably because I hate it, too. There’s no joy in the sport for me. There never has been. I started playing after Parker got a chance to live the dream Dad always had, which was to be courted by colleges and agents for the sport. Dad pushed me to follow the same path. I did, but I hate every fucking minute of it.
Hell, at this point, I couldn’t even tell you what I do enjoy.
Except maybe looking at Violet.
There’s just one problem. Just looking is getting old. I need to find a way to get Violet into my orbit. She’s staying a good distance away from me and I know she’s doing that shit on purpose. The other day she spotted me leaning against the lockers talking to Reese about some bullshit that I can’t begin to recall. I knew damn well I was doing it because Violet’s locker was close by. When she saw me, she turned around and walked back the other way. I’m either going to have to get closer to her or fuck someone else to get her out of my system. Since my dick is bored lately that last option doesn’t seem feasible.
She’s laughing now. I move my gaze to see what has her