Secrets And Lies

Chapter 4: Axel Mathews

Axel

Study hall; the one class I don't mind attending. An excellent way to catch up on sleep. With football and entertaining Bre Tanner, along with others, I lacked some serious zzz's. I took my usual seat next to Foster.

"What up?" He said, smacking his knuckles against mine.

"Just the usual,"

I cocked an eyebrow sitting down. Something was up; his current shit-eating grin told me that much. Thinking about it, I leaned back in my chair, so it tipped on the back two legs. His stupid-ass smirk was bugging me.

"Skipped P.E. again, I see. Could that be because of Bre?" Foster interrupted my thoughts.

"Come on, man, I don't fuck and tell.." I stated, remembering her moaning my name in the janitor's closet.

I wish she didn't do that. With that nails-on-a-chalkboard voice of hers, she's lucky she's hot.

"Ha! Since when." He shook his head, knowing full well that she was the reason for my absence. But as usual, he didn't dwell on it. "So, we got a new student today."

If anyone else told me this much, I would have been uninterested. Foster would only bring up a new student if it was the female variety, not just any female, but a hot one. Hence the smile plastered on his face.

"Yeah?" I righted my chair again, my interest peaked.

" Yep. Solid eight, maybe... eight-point-five, I'd say." He nodded. I rolled my eyes.

"Your eights and my eights are completely different," I argued, putting my feet on the table.

"I dunno man, I mean, she's no Taylor, but even I can't deny how good she looks. She kicked ass at dodgeball today... got me out." Foster shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. He's had a thing for Taylor since he bumped into her the first day of school last year. He suddenly leaned over the table like he just remembered something. "She hit Coach in the head with a ball." He laughed at the memory.

"That would've been worth skipping out on Bre to witness." I regret Bre making me miss that.

Foster now had my undivided attention.

"Bro, I'm tellin' you, even you would be impressed. She's already friends with Sam, Taylor, and Quade. I can't say I'm surprised, you know hot girls hang with other hot girls. I saw them hanging around Sam's locker after gym. And she and Fitzpatrick seemed close."

Foster hated the way Quade and I would move from girl to girl. And I was pretty sure by adding this information that he was trying to get under my skin and subtly let me know she was already off-limits.

"Quade already moving in on her?" I asked.

If I decided to go for her, I had to outmaneuver that fucker. Quade and I didn't get along and always tried to outdo each other in the girl department. If she's as hot as Foster said, then I would have to move quickly.

"Yep. They seemed almost...familiar with each other. I guess they must have clicked."

"Great..." I would gladly accept the challenge. Whether or not this new girl was as hot as Foster thinks.

I turned in the direction of the library door when laughter sounded. I was not disappointed to see an unfamiliar, petite girl with long auburn hair. Screw the eight-point-five rating Foster awarded her. For once, his value system under-rated mine, assuming this was the girl he told me about.

Her gray eyes almost danced with her laughter as she stepped further into the library. Quade Fitzpatrick, the lucky bastard, walked on her left, laughing as well. He draped an arm possessively around her shoulders when he realized I was eyeing her. Staking his claim only amused me. He should know by now I never back down from a challenge.