Rival Morality BxB

10

I was so hard and I couldn't do a thing about it. All I could do was toss and turn the whole night long, my boner never going down.

Finally my aching member and never ending fantasies got to me. There was no way he could actually know, right?

...

The next day at school, I decided not to push it and let the still bruising hickies on my neck see the light of day.

As soon as I walked in the building, Casey and Warren took notice.

"Damn Bennett. Be careful letting a girl claim you like that," teased Casey.

Even though he was joking, it made me even more self conscious. Is that what Rowan was trying to do? Claim me?

Warren just flashed me a knowing smile. He was always the type to understand anything.

I was thankful for his mercy.

"You gonna tell us who the lucky girl is?"

Warren turned his attention to our idiot friend, "Can it, Casey"

"CaN iT cAsEy," he mocked.

Warren raised and eyebrow and Casey went red.

"Anyways," I trailed off.

Casey got over his sudden embarrassment to give me the shock of my lifetime. "Did you get the permission slip signed for English class?"

"Uhhh. What permission slip?"

He rolled his eyes, "You're always too busy arguing with Kane to listen to a single thing Ms. Montenegro says."

"Casey," I say, now irritated. "What permission slip."

"For the retreat this weekend. It's worth a big part of our grade. We leave after school."

"What!?"

"Here," he handed me a blank form and a pen.

I motioned for him to turn around and forged my moms signature using his back as a table.

"Your mom won't care?"

"She stopped home last night so she won't be back for at least a couple days. Warren, make sure to check on the twins."

"Don't worry about it," he nodded.

The bell rang and we parted ways. Warren to his class; Casey and I to ours.

"I hope we get to tent together."

He almost chortled his morning chocolate milk out of his nose. He likes to tell everyone it's coffee though. "You're in for a rude awakening."

"How so?"

"Who does Ms. Montenegro always pair us with."

"Shit."

I walk into class to see Rowan's shit eating grin, and set my permission slip on the teacher's desk. I swear I'm going to throttle him.

His gaze connects with my neck and his smirk becomes impossibly wider and somehow more mischievous.

Surprisingly, he didn't bother me at all during class, but the bus ride to the retreat after school was over was an entirely different story.

He fell asleep on my shoulder and then had the audacity to slobber all over my shirt. I would've shoved him and told him to fuck off, but I was too lazy. It wasn't because I liked his company, or that he felt warm, and definitely not because his hair smelled good. I just knew that if I woke him up that then I would have to deal with his insufferable personality.

When we arrived at the campsite, it was almost dark. So, the teacher sent us off to set up our tents and bed down for the night. Of course, Rowan's night was just getting started.