Higher (East Knights book 1)

Monty

Tuesday 12:42

God, I'm fucking over all of it. Everyone at this school is so fake they all just pretend to be nice. It's a waste of time if you ask me.

"Are you fucking high again?" I hear a voice call from behind. I turn to see my ex-girlfriend, Maggie standing behind me judgment filling her eyes. "Monty, fucking get a hold of yourself, you're supposed to be a role model. Not a fucking druggie." I turn around to face her completely.

I don't see why she cares what I do honestly. It's not like we broke up a year ago, and that she's not trying to get with my best friend. "Maggie, is it any of your business what I do anymore?" I move closer toward her. I drop my head so I'm looking directly into her bright blue eyes. God, she's so fucking beautiful. Just the way her dark hair flows down just past her shoulders. And her perfect body just waiting for me to rip her uniform right off of it. Stop. There's no reason for me to be thinking about her at all better yet like this.

"I'm coming to your party this weekend." She states. Not a questioning tone in her voice. I glance at her lips before looking back up to her eyes again. "Who invited you," I challenge back. It's not that I don't want her there it's just I don't want to see her more than I have too before I do something that I regret doing. "God, I miss you." I blurt out. Fuck.

"Don't do that shit," she looks down. I take my hand and move her chin up until she's looking me in the eyes again. "I'm fucking serious!" She blurts out in frustration as she knocks my hand away from her. God, I'm fucking tired of this shit. It's been a year. She asked me to give her space after the breakup and I did, I gave her a fucking year! Now I don't know how much longer I can deal without her.

"Is it cause I'm high?" I know that's the exact reason she doesn't want me back. I glance down at her lips again and brush the hair off her forehead before gluing my hand back to my side. "I was just smoking this morning, nothing major babe." I laugh. By the look of her face, she isn't amused.

For a moment we both just stand there, looking at each other, not saying anything. It feels like she's judging me, just straight-up hardcore judgment filling her striking blue eyes. I don't know her anymore. God, we used to be best friends, I used to know every little detail about this girl. Now, I don't know shit.

"Look if you're just gonna sit here and judge me for getting stoned imma leave." I go to turn away and I watch her shift as if she wanted to stop me. She doesn't. I continue to walk into the cafeteria, I spot Arlin sitting down at Maggie's normal table. Fuck him, honestly, he wouldn't know what bro code was if it hit I'm him the face apparently.

As I make my way over to his table I see a face that I don't recognize sitting across from him. "What's up, bro?" His gleaming eyes follow me as I sit down next to this total stranger. "Hey, you must be new? I'm Monty Jameson," God, she's fucking remarkable. She's got a banging tan, blonde hair, blue eyes, and don't even get me started on how fit her body is. "And you can call me whatever you want." I say as I study her. She's got on the basic uniform all the girls have to wear, but as I make my way down that's when I notice her bag. Ah, Louis Vuitton. Makes sense. Looking at her she doesn't scream rich girl, but then again I don't know her.

"Monty, he goes by Monty." Arlin laughs as he shifts uncomfortably. I watch him as he leans in closer to the new girl. The closer I get the closer he tries to make himself appear. "Ivy, I'm Ivy sorry." She looks me dead in the eyes and I can't tell if I'm exaggerating or if she is the hottest girl I've seen at this school in a while. "I'm sorry for being bold," I say gazing over the red lipstick that stains her lips, "But I just wanted to tell you that I think you're beautiful, and I'm having a party this weekend I think you should come. So mind if I get your number?" She smirks and reaches in her pocket pulling out her phone.

"Hey Monty, I'll see you at practice?" Arlin raises his eyebrows as if he's telling me to fuck off. Well, fuck him. For all, I know is he's been fucking my ex-girlfriend while I've sat here telling him that I want her back. I have no pity for him at all, whether I'm cock-blocking him or not. I look back to Ivy to see her phone out in front of her for me to take. I take it out of her hands and type my number in. "Picture?" I add turning so that me and her both fit in the tiny screen to take a picture. "Here you are," I hand the phone back to her and pick my stuff up acknowledging Arlin's key to tell me to leave. "I'll see you at practice later," I shift my eyes to Ivy who's now staring at her phone instead of Arlin. "And you at my house, Friday, 9 o'clock." I smile before heading back for the door.

Good, at least I'm not thinking about Maggie anymore. Fuck.