Chapter Eleven
Boston
*Fuck!*
*She fucking cried, because of us.*
*No, me.*
*She cried because of me.*
I knew she was coming up behind us, which is why I grabbed Mallory as she was walking by and put on a show just for Aspen. I can honestly say that I hated every second of it, my skin was literally crawling as she was pressed against me, her arms wrapped around my neck.
Not to mention how big of a fucking dumb-ass move it was. That girl has been trying to get a piece of me since the beginning of last year.
*I wasn’t expecting Aspen to lash out, telling us to go fuck ourselves. That spunk, fuck*, I think, groaning as I adjust myself, getting hard just thinking about it and how fucking sexy she looked with heat in her eyes and determination on her face.
“Are you sure you still want to do this, Bos?” Linc whispers after the bell rings, releasing us from Mrs. Parrish’s class.
“Yeah man, this just doesn’t seem right,” Dal mutters, his voice low as we gather our stuff and then leave the classroom, not sparing even a passing glance at Aspen as she puts her stuff in her backpack.
“Fuck, I know! I fucking *know*, okay.” I whisper growl once we’ve made it out into the hallway, frustration coursing through my veins, “It’s only day one. Hell, it’s not even been a full two hours,"" I remark with a sarcastic chuckle, ""and I already don’t want to do this anymore.”
“To be fair, none of us actually *wanted* to do this in the first place.” Linc points out.
“So, what do we do?” I growl, looking at my brothers as though they have all of the answers.
After seeing her tears when I walked by her desk at the beginning of class, I felt fucking gutted knowing that they were because of me.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her throughout the entire hour of class. Hopefully one of my brothers took notes because I have no fucking clue what Parrish went over.
“I don’t know. As much as it sucks, maybe we ought to keep icing her out until we figure something else out.” Jax says, not looking confident in his words at all.
“Goddammit!”
“We don’t want to do this anymore than you do. And think of how fucked up things are going to be at home…” Linc says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“Shit…” I groan and run my hands down my face. Not having even considered how much more complicated all of this is going to make things at home was a fucking stupid, and amateur, move, that's for damn sure.
“Yeah, *shit* is right.” Linc agrees, letting out a sigh.
“But…” Jax starts again but then stops. Taking a deep breath, he shakes his head back and forth like he can’t believe what he’s fixing to say. “What if this is the only way to keep the vultures at bay, Bos?”
Shooting a glare at him, he’s quick to explain, “We both know that those girls would eat her alive if any of them found out that she has feelings for you,"" Aspen *had* feelings for me, she very likely doesn't anymore, and I can't blame her in the last. At my glare, knowing that I'm fixing to correct him, he does it himself, ""*Had* feelings for you, not to mention if they knew that you reciprocate her feelings…fuck, man! Even if there’s nothing going on between the two of you now. I don’t think there is a place far enough to escape the wrath of your *harem*.”
“I don’t have a Goddamn harem!” I growl, hating myself for having what could have only been explained as a moment of insanity because there’s no other reason to explain my momentary lapse in judgment last year.
*Damn Cleat Chasers.*
I made out with one. Fucking one of them, one fucking time at the end of last season, and suddenly, I’ve fucked all of them.
And now, as if it couldn’t get worse, it’s affecting Aspen and my relationship, or lack thereof after Saturday and even more so today, but I still wanted to be close to her. “You all know that Aspen is the first person that I’ve been with since…”
“We know.” They all say at the same time.
“That fact may make this even worse. It’s gotta be done, man.” Jax says, regret and understanding written all over his face.
“Fuck, she’s going to hate me!” I say, wiping my hands down my face, feeling disgusted with myself for even considering continuing with this horrible charade.
But, if we don’t do this, turn her against us and make her hate *me*, no matter how much *I* want *her*, those girls would do everything that they can to destroy her.
“Us.” Linc corrects, and I know that he feels a kinship towards her too. Maybe because he and I met her first. I don’t know. The other two like her, and get along well enough with her, but they don’t seem to feel about her the way that Linc does, and definitely not the way that I do. “She’s going to hate *us*.”
“None of you are the one that slept with her, then tried to convince her to keep things going after we found out about our parents.” I grind out, my gut-churning, as I recall the sight of tears rolling down her cheeks. Regret washes through my entire body, “*I am.* And that’s on me,” I whisper as we head to our third class of the day.
“You know she was listening in on us in class just a bit ago, right?” Linc says, interrupting my pity party, as he turns around and begins walking backward through the hallway.
Walking into class, we take our seats and watch as Aspen walks in, goes to the teacher’s desk and introduces herself, and gives him a piece of paper just as she has at the beginning of every class thus far. Mr. Fauks hands the paper back and then turns to the class, “Everyone, some of you may have already met her, but this is Aspen Clark. Aspen, you may have a seat wherever you can find one available.""
Glancing around the room, her eyes roam over students and open seats, her face freezing, and then immediately dropping when she sees the four of us sitting at the back of the class.
Damn, I really fuck up!
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