locker, Sabrina pulled a pack of gum from her pocket. I unzipped my backpack and stacked most of my books inside. The metal door clattered as I closed it and then spun the dial.
“Don’t ever put anything valuable in there.” Sabrina gave me a pointed look before turning away. Crooking her finger, she said, “C’mon.”
“Okay.” Once again, I jogged to keep up with her.
“Freshmen and sophomores have classes on this hall. This is the north side. North is for unaffiliated types.” She gave me a pointed look. “In other words, losers. South side belongs to La Rasa Prima. Your first class is there. Without protection, a white girl like you isn’t going to go unnoticed. Do you have a weapon?”
“No.” Suddenly, I was sure I was going to hurl. Spotting a restroom, I pointed. “Can we stop? I don’t feel so good.”
“Sure, but don’t—”
Trembling, I pushed open the door, shocked to find a guy—a handsome guy—was inside, leaning against the bathroom counter. He turned his head.
A bolt like lightning struck me as his warm brown eyes connected to mine. I forgot everything. The electrical current surging through me was so strong, my mind totally blanked.
That alone would have been enough on its own to shock me into statue stillness. So would the fact that there was a boy inside the girls’ restroom.
But there was more.
Both brunette.
Both working over Mr. Brown Eyes and Shirtless.
One wearing only her jeans and bra kissed and licked his sculpted chest. The other one was dressed—undressed—much like the other, but she was on her jean-clad knees in front of him, very enthusiastically giving him a blow job.
Neither took notice of me. Apparently, he had powers to mind-blank women and tasted really good. The kissing, licking, and sucking sounds bounced off the colorful graffiti-splashed tile walls, transforming the bathroom into an XXX-rated concert hall.
“Hey, beautiful.” Brown Eyes’ full lips slowly curved and my stomach flipped. His perfectly pitched voice was as good as his eyes. “Wanna join us?”
I shook my head, noting as I backed away that there was an additional pair of black boots inside one of the bathroom stalls. The walls of the stall rattled, accompanied by fleshy slaps and heavy breathing.
My cheeks burning, I exited the way I’d entered. In other words, just as shakily. I turned around as the door closed behind me.
Sabrina waited outside, her arms crossed, and rolled her eyes at me. “I tried to warn you.”
“Who was that?” I asked, glancing at the bathroom door again, my heart racing.
“Warren Jinkins. The king of the losers.”
“He’s . . .” I envisioned him again in my mind’s eye, with his long sun-streaked brown hair, warm brown eyes, and lean muscular body. Chill bumps coated my skin, and I hugged my arms around myself. “He’s kinda handsome.”
I undersold it, knowing not to overstate my interest in any guy. Sabrina might not be a mean girl, but I knew to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, or mean girls would trample them.
“Jinkins is all right. A good lay. Not that I’ve gone there, but I see chicks throwing themselves at him all the time. But he only fucks seniors.” Sabrina hooked her arm with mine. “Avoid that restroom in the mornings unless you wanna get an eyeful.”
Numbly, I nodded.
“If you think Warren’s good-looking, wait till you see his best friend. Bryan Jackson is super-fine.”
War
“Blond, smoking curves, amazing amber eyes . . . she was fucking gorgeous.” I strutted down the hallway, my hallway, spray-painted with the warning if karma doesn’t get you, war fucking will. Bryan strolled alongside me while I tried to shake off the spell the blonde had put me under.
“Sure you’ve never seen her before?” Bryan asked, giving me a funny look.
Yeah, so I’d never asked about a chick before. They came to me. They came for me. And repeat. It was boring.
But not this girl. She was different. I knew it.
“She must be a new student.” I stopped in front of the door to Mr. Yurelli’s classroom. “Stop by the office later, and see if that chick who has the hots for you can find out who she is. Get the new girl’s schedule. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Bryan nodded. “I hear you.”
I yanked on the metal handle to open the classroom door, and we sauntered in side by side. The dudes clapped and muttered approvingly as we returned to our seats. Everyone knew where we’d been and what we’d been doing.
I got a couple of glances from chicks who wanted to