Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 45

Sydney's Pov

I watch Belle leave me, alone in the classroom. I could feel my tears welling up in my eyes as she leaves me.

I refuse to let them fall as I quickly brush my fingers across my cheek. Wiping away any evidence that she got to me.

I care for her, but she doesn't understand my life no one does.

I storm out of the room, going to find the girls restroom to fix my face.

I am to preoccupied by my emotions and the way I left things with Isabelle that I didn't even notice Chad and Trenton coming around the corner.

They lock eyes with me, I tried to hide my smirk on my face at the bandage on Chad's nose. Notorious sexist asshole finally gettung what he deserves.

I have to admit the whole scandal between Stevie and her harem is amusing at best. It's was lacking drama, and I had my reasons for why I have such a dislike for her.

I just plant my seeds, humorously waiting for the drama plant to grow.

Chad narrows his eyes at me, "Your the reason why my face is like this."

Trenton just casually stands behind him saying nothing. He is the quiet one of the two, thinking he just gets off with being Chad's sidekick.

I hide my amusement with a pitying look. My big hazel eyes looking sorrowful. I make my way to him. As I place my hands up and down his chest.

I feel nothing, but disgust as I touch him. Yet I do what I do best. I use my sexuality, it has protected me this far.

Chad's eyes softens from a glare to an almost seductive snarl. My insides curl up with the thought of fucking him.

No man has ever made me feel anything other than disgust, and guilt after being sexual. That even includes Sin he was just a means to an end.

Isabelle is the only one who made me feel something. I have always been in denial about my sexuality.

My mother would never take me being gay well. I am her disgrace, a mixed child. A child she had out of wedlock at 19.

So if I came out as gay that would be admitting I am a black lesbian. She would never tolerate it. So I played along with Sin, I had too. It was vital for me to make a connection with someone I could tolerate.

But Stevie Blake ruin that with her fucking perfect life. She just had to come and take the one thing I deserved away.

"I'm sorry. I think that was Sin who made your face like that." My tone soft yet and flirtatious.

"Maybe, you can do something to make me feel better. After all you were the one to encourage us to spray that shit on her lockers."

I fight the urge to dry heave, from his incessant insinuating about what I could do for him. But instead I playfully bite my glossy full lips, knowing his attention would follow there.

"What do you have in mind baby." I smirk, twirling my flat iron hair into my hands. My mom always on me to be presentable. So every night I make sure my hair is pin straight. God forbid my hair is to natural for this white ass school.

"Give me a blowjob. I would love to feel those fat lips wrapped around my dick."

My blood runs hot, my hands urging to slap the taste out of his mouth. Yet I refrain, because of course that's what they all want. Men always wanting something from me.

I smile nicely showing my pretty white teeth. "Okay baby, just give me a second to freshen up." I say as I point to the bathroom.

He shrugs, "Hurry up. I have other places to be. "