Sidelined (The QB Bad Boy and Me)

Bonus chapter • Dray 6

Homecoming.

D R A Y S • P O V

I don't want to be here. Tagging along with Grayson and Spencer, who talks way too fucking much, had been a pure shit start to this homecoming dance. Spencer's a nice girl and all. I don't have anything against her. But she's so damn optimistic and happy. And right now, the joy of other people, is making me homicidal.

So I'd hung back when the two of them made their way into the school gym. Going through about three cigarettes in the shadow of dark where I couldn't be disturbed by any of the peers who like to pretend that we've got a mutual friendship. Call me a snob, I just don't give a shit about keeping up appearances tonight.

Eventually I head inside and the last thing I need is for Dallas to see that I was lying when I said I had another date lined up. It wasn't for lack of offers. I'd had plenty of desperate hopefuls approach and request me as a partner. But that required commitment to the evening. I'd have to arrive with her, stay with her, leave with her, hold her purse and meet her parents and all of the bullshit that goes along with it. The only girl I'd be more than happy to do that with, is here with someone else.

When a couple pulls the door open, I peek over their heads and scan the space, spotting Dallas on the edge of the crowd, dancing along to the beat of the loud music. Her attention is darting between her date and the set of double doors on the other side of the gym, which is the main entrance and I feel a tighten in my stomach at the thought of her looking for me. I don't want to be too presumptuous, but damn...

A man can hope.

She's the object of my focus as I move further into the gym, staying on the edge, beside the wall, while I absentmindedly greet a few people here and there.

Damn she looks so beautiful. The champagne dress hugs her perfectly, flowing to the floor and acting as a second skin. With each movement of her hips and ass it moves against her with a flawless flow. I hadn't known for sure that she'd wear that colour. But I had a feeling, she wears it a lot. Even if it's just a subtle part of her outfit. It suits her so damn well and I can't help but smile at the corsage on her wrist. It looks good. Thank fuck I hadn't cocked that up.

And the way she dances, like she's barely paying attention to what she's doing but she moves as though she's been practicing a choreographed routine for the last three months. I lean against the wall, hands stuffed into my suit pockets while I watch in envy.

I want to be the one that's appreciating that body. I want to be the one that's holding her hips and feeling her waist move beneath my hands. I want her arms wrapped around my neck. I can't even look at Cooper without the strong urge to hurt him coming on in full force. He's not even wearing black. He's wearing blue. It looks fucking stupid. He doesn't look right with her.

"You look. . . pathetic."

I turn to the side at the sound of Grayson's voice. He shakes his head in disapproval, not that I give a shit but my hand twitches with the urge to slap the pitiful expression off his face.

"Shut up." Is all I respond with, turning my attention back to the girl who's turned me into an absolutely pathetic excuse for a human being. I've never been so hung up before. But I'm whipped as fuck and I can't even deny it.

"You could go and ask her to dance." Grayson shrugs, leaning against the wall beside me.

"I don't wanna get in the way." I murmur. But it's starting to become more tempting as she appears to be less interested in her dance. Her movements slow, her expression isn't as elated. I could make her happy. I could give her the time of her life if she'd let me.