Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

What Raging Fire Shall Flood the Soul, What Sweet Seduction Lies Before Us?

What Raging Fire Shall Flood the Soul, What Sweet Seduction Lies Before Us?

Savannah's P.O.V




I walked over to Mr. Burns and a few seconds later I could feel the heat off of John's warm body next to mine.


We waited in silence for a few minutes before Jonah finally strode through the gym doors.


Next to me I felt John shift closer to me so he was inside my comfort zone. Our arms brushed against each other, unnerving me. Stepping away, I sent him a quick glare which he returned.


Jonah took his place on the other side of me in front of Mr. Burns and sent me a quick wink which I rolled my eyes at.


"So you three are the ones who got detention on the first day?" Mr. Burns asked crossing his massive arms and examining each of us with his narrowed eyes.


We didn't say anything, and I cast my eyes down to look at the ground.


Mr. Burns grunted before saying, "Well then, for today I'm going to have you clean up the football boy's part of the locker room."


I looked up astonished and cried, "But sir, I'm a girl! I can't go in..."


My voice died off as Mr. Burns looked at me scathingly and replied with a low growl, "I don't know how you do things over in Britain-" he practically spat the word before continuing proudly, "But over here in America you follow orders. Do you hear me?"

Biting down on my tongue to keep from retaliating, I nodded.


He humphed and barked, "Now get to work!"


I hung my head and followed John's muscled form out of the gym.


As we walked down the hallway I crossed my arms and huffed, "Who stuck a brick up his ass?"


Jonah slung an arm around my shoulders and said, "Don't take it personally Britain, apparently he's had a big grudge against your country after they beat us in the Olympics or something way back."


I shrugged his shoulder off and spat, "I'll have you know that I'm one-hundred percent American."


John, who was silent up until this point, grunted, "We're here."


I glanced wearily at the chipped, blue door before taking the handle with a sigh and proceeded to walk in.


I wrinkled my nose in disgust as the smell of sweat and boys, covered by Axe and Old Spice hit my nose.


Before I could fully process what I was seeing though, a hand slapped over my eyes and I was pulled to something hard and warm.
The warm chest rumbled under my head as John barked, "Hey, get some pants on. We have a girl in here who has to clean up. If any of you show her anything she doesn't need to see, you will answer to me personally!"


I heard mumbling and rustling of clothing as all the guys rushed to pull pants on.


John kept one hand on my eyes as another one stayed lightly on my waist, keeping me pressed against his broad chest.


After all the guys said that they were decent, John hesitatingly drew his hand away.

Blinking at the sudden light, I finally fully took in my surroundings.


The room had a low ceiling, but was brightly lit. The ground was a dark grey tile and there were benches and old gray lockers up against the wall.


I could hear the sound of showers running in the back and around the corner were where the toilets probably were.


I blushed as I realized most of the guys were topless, but very nicely toned.