Gabriella Montano is a confident and sharp-witted student at Redbridge High School, and thanks to her father, Coach Perez, she's also a basketball enthusiast. With junior year rounding the corner, the ambitious 16-year-old is ready to commit to the...
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"Hey, boys. You don't mind if I steal your shooting guard for a second, right?" Samantha Wright slips her hand over my shoulder as she lifts an eyebrow up at my team.
Jeffery's eyes wander towards her bare legs for her cheerleading skirt does little to cover her up from the horny teens. He's not subtle about it.
"He's all yours," Adam says as he even does a small once over.
"Thank you, boys." She hooks her arm into mine and peers up through her curled lashes.
When we reach our usual spot, the vacant corner behind the cafeteria, a pair of petite hands push me against a wall. I anticipate her mouth on mine, but instead, I'm met with a slap on the face.
"What the hell, Sam," I bark, bringing a hand up to my throbbing cheek.
The corners of her mouth tighten as she rests a hand on her hip."I heard about your little party last night."
"We're non-exclusive, Sam," I state.
She looks away incredulity. "Oh, I know what we are, but I thought I made it clear that my girls are off-limits, and with Julia above all of them?"
"Who?"
She laughs in disbelief. "Seriously? At least know the name of the person you're sleeping with, god."
I smirk as I push myself off the wall and snake an arm around her waist. "I know you're name. Samantha Wright."
She rolls her eyes, but the small smile evading her lips gives her away. I nuzzle my face where her neck and shoulder meet. She smells like apples. Not my favorite scent, but it's enough for me to want to leave a hickey.
A sigh escapes her lips as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer and giving in.
Samantha Wright is the captain of the cheerleading squad at Redbridge. She's my friend...with benefits. A whole lot of benefits. She doesn't do relationships and I don't do relationships. It's a perfect fit, especially when we're two very, um, active 17-year-olds. We're very much non-exclusive, although she threatened to cut off my balls if I slept with anyone on her team, which I did last night. In my defense, I only meant to make-out with the red-head not sleep with her.
"No, no, no, no," she places two hands on my chest. "You broke the rule and now I'm stuck with Julia opening her mouth on how she slept with Henry Brooks."
"If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't all that great. Horrible even. I don't even remember last night."
"That's not gonna work," she crosses her arms. "You know how I feel about you sleeping with the girls on my team. So, it's only right to punish you."
My grin widens, which she seems to catch on.
She pulls the lining of my jacket and whispers in my ear. "No sex with me for a month."
I laugh. "You're kidding, right."
She shakes her head as she plants a kiss on my cheek. "You can last a month, babe."
She walks away, giving me one fleeting glance over her shoulder before she's out of my view.
I can sleep with anyone I want to, but I want to sleep with Samantha Wright most of all because she doesn't expect anything out of it. No dates. No holding hands. None of that crap.
"Don't you see how messed up that is?"
My ears perk up at the comment. I thought it was Sam but she'd left me alone. The voice was coming from behind the cafeteria building.
"I love you, Gabriella." Another voice says, but it's from a guy this time.
"But, you slept with her. That was your choice. I just wish you would've broken up with me before you did."
When I round the corner, I can put the faces to the voices. I immediately recognize the girl from the theater, even without her black polo and tight black jeans or snarky comments.
"I didn't want to break up with you," the boy takes a step forward, warranting a step back from her. "She was a mistake."
Eh, probably wasn't. How do you accidentally stick your dick on a girl that you're not dating?
I might've been annoyed at Gabriella at the theater, but she's cute and hot. She looked cute in her theater uniform, but she looks hot in that skirt. He's a fool. Unless she has a third nipple. Or a tail. Or both. Maybe, I should find out. You know, for scientific purposes. Plus she's not part of the cheerleading squad, and she might be looking for a rebound, and I might just be that person.
A sigh of frustration exhausts from her chest. "I'm not having this conversation with you right now."
"Okay, then when?"
"Emilio." The bridges of her cheeks begin to turn red. If looks could kill, he and the whole male species would be dead.
She continues, fuming. "What could you possibly say that will make me forgive you? You cheated on me. That's not a mistake. A mistake is when I accidentally give a customer the wrong order, or when my finger slipped and I accidentally voted for Riverdale instead of The 100. What you did was a choice, and instead of owning up to it, you want me to forgive you because you got caught."
Maybe I shouldn't be listening to this.
"Yo, Brooks," Jeffery yells from behind me. "You coming?"
Shit.
No matter how quickly I turned the corner, I know Romeo and Juliet saw me eavesdropping on their private conversation. Whatever. It's not like I'm going to see them again, anyways.
Authors Note:
A short chapter I know ^.^ I wrestled with the idea of adding Gabriella's POV in this chapter but I like to keep them separate for cohesiveness. So far, are you liking the book? The characters? What are you most looking forward to? Drama? Because I'm sure as hell having fun writing the next few chapters.
