Hell Hound

Chapter Three: Sealing with Saliva

Alistair

This isn't how I expect my day to go. My seat in science has been infiltrated by the same guy I accidentally jacked off to and I'll be spending lunch with him as well. It's my fault though. If I were good at science I wouldn't be in this mess. I would've known what everything on that paper meant and could've finished it plus turned it in before he'd got his hands on it.

I slammed my locker shut after grabbing my gym bag. I have class with that grade A jackass right now. We're playing basketball, too. Great, teamwork.

Natalie, my sister, appeared at my side and looped her arm through mine. " So, my lovely brother, what are you doing after school? "

I chuckled, " Not driving you and your friends anywhere, that's for sure. " She stomped her foot and left me alone. The only time she ever talks to me is when she wants something. Just like every other disgusting person.

I pushed open the door to the men's locker room and threw my bag onto a bench before tugging my shirt off. I shimmied my pants down and giggled at my briefs, which had a sharks mouth open where the crotch was. Grabbing my bag, I pulled my black gym shorts out with a maroon and grey shirt which is our school colors. We're the Brooklyn Bulldogs, nothing creative.

I walked into the gym and immediately went to my friend, Paisley, and put my arm around her waist. " Hey babe, what's your brilliant idea for skipping gym today? I'm not feeling the whole basketball thing. " She rolled her eyes and hooked her arm around my waist as well. " Sorry boo, but we're gonna have to participate today. My grade in this class is basically sleeping with the fishes, and I assume yours is too. "

I pouted at that but something caught my eye to replace it with a smirk. Trigger was shooting hoops as a warm up, and he was doing damn well too.
" I think I have an idea that will keep us from participating but also save our grades. " She gave me a suspicious look but agreed anyway.

I walked up to Trigger with a sway of my hips and he paused as he was about to shoot a hoop. " Can't get enough of me, Temper? " I bit back my smart reply to keep this plan in progress.
" Obviously. I was just coming over here to see if you'd be on my team for basketball, too. You seem to be really good at it. " I flirted. I put a hand on my hip and bit my lip seductively. " You see, my friend and I aren't as good at sports as you are. I was wondering if you would help us? "

He looked back at his friends that were watching us with amused looks. One of them was even pretending to be holding imaginary hips and air thrusting while whispering " Get it. "
He turned back to me and looked me up and down with uncertainty.
" What do I get out of it? "

Men. Always wanting something in return. I swear chivalry is dead.

" What do you want? " I asked.
He thought for a moment as he tossed the ball into the net, catching it as it bounced back towards him. " Let me help you with science. You could say I'd be your personal tutor. "

I almost choked on thin air at his request. My tutor? That's all he wants? I was expecting a date or like, a kiss.

" Why? You know, most people would ask for other things. This doesn't even benefit you. " I argued. He shrugged and continued to toss the ball into the net. " Shouldn't you be glad that I'm not asking to suck your face off? Or maybe that's what you want. " he winked at me. I crossed my arms defensively, " No! Of course not! It's a deal, okay? You can be my tutor, but you better be Paisley and mine's defense in the game. If that ball is passed to us at all, the deal is off, got it? "

He chuckled and spit on his hand before holding it out to me. I looked at it in disgust and pushed it away from me. " That's disgusting, you freak! " He held it back out again anyway. " Oh come on, Temper. You know deals aren't sealed until you shake on it. " he teased. I sighed and reluctantly slipped my hand into his. He tightened his grip with his rough hand that was like twice the size of mine, and shook it as if we were making a business deal.

" Deal? " he questioned.

" Deal. " I sneered.

We went our separate ways. I to Paisley and him to his group of pot heads.