Girl Code(2)

By: L.D. Davis

“Don’t you dare,” I growled and struggled to free myself. “You piece of sh—”

“Watch your mouth,” he said and kissed the top of my head.

Ew! I wanted to scrub my head until my hair fell out to get rid of his cooties.

He began to read from somewhere in the middle of the story I had been working on, his breath warm against my ear. “He kissed her, slipping his tongue deftly into her hot mouth. Eliza groaned and pressed her body against his. A yearning churned in her belly, a yearning she had never felt as acutely as she felt in this moment. She wanted. She needed. Answering her silent plea, Ivan’s hands smoothed over her thighs and began to hike her skirt up her legs.”

I shifted uncomfortably in Leo’s arms. I was mortified beyond all that was possible. My words were not for public view, especially for Leo Pesciano, especially those particular words.

“Well, damn, Tacky,” Leo breathed in my ear, sending warmth spreading throughout that whole area of my body. “You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?”

I’d had enough of his stupid bullying. I elbowed him hard in the side. He grunted but didn’t release me. A little breathless, he said, “Should I keep reading? This is getting good and hot.”

“Leo Pesciano, I swear, if you don’t let me go and give me back my notebook, I will scream, and if my brother finds out about this, he will kick your ass.”

“Damn, calm down, Tacky,” he said and gave me a gentle shove away from him. “I’m just playing.”

“I’m not playing,” I said, so angry that I was seeing spots. I held out my hand. “Give me back my damn notebook, dickhead.”

“Say please,” he said, pulling it close to his chest.

“Fu—” I started to say two words that began with the letter F and ended with the word “you,” but the bastard had the nerve to put his fingers on my lips.

“Watch. Your. Mouth.”

I ignored the weight of his fingers on my lips and smacked his hand away. I shoved him into the wall, punched him as hard as I could in his shoulder, and snatched my book from his hands.

“Damn it!” he cried out when I attempted to add a kick to his shin for good measure. He scrambled back and I missed several times.

“Stupid jerk face,” I snarled at him and marched back in the direction I had come from.

I had only gone a couple of yards when I heard quick footsteps behind me.

“You could have thanked me,” Leo said beside me.

“Oh, my god, can you please just go away?” I pleaded.

He muttered something in Italian as he strode beside me. I didn’t care what he said. I didn’t care one bit.

“What did you say?” I asked accusingly.

“Nothing important,” he said with a smirk.

“If you speak Italian so well, why do you take an Italian class?”

“Easy A.” He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. At the end of the hall, Leo stepped ahead and held open the door for me. I don’t know why, but his gentleman-like move only further infuriated me. It was in direct contrast to his bullying behavior from only moments before. I had the strong desire to punch him in the gut as I stomped past him and out the door, but I didn’t want to touch him again if I could help it. There had been enough touching between us to last an eternity.

“Find your notebook?” Leslie asked me, but her eyes were on Leo. Leslie, sadly, was one of the droolers that thought Pesciano was so dreamy.

“You should be more careful with your friends’ things,” Leo said teasingly to Leslie. “It’s a good thing a good guy like me found it before anyone else.”

“Oh, please!” I objected.

“At least you got it back,” Leslie said to me admonishingly. She smiled sweetly at Leo. “Thanks, Leo.”

He winked at her, and her smile grew disgustingly wider. I scowled.

“You live near Tabby,” Leslie said, tilting her head slightly. Her blond hair shifted and framed her face. The sunlight caught her just right and she looked so pretty, and I saw that Leo could see that, too. It was as if he was just realizing it for the first time, judging by the way his mouth fell slightly open. Leslie had that effect on people, especially boys. With my boring brown hair and brown eyes and thick waist, I had no such effect on anyone, especially boys.

“Yeah, I do,” Leo confirmed with an absent nodding.

“Do you want to walk with us?” Leslie asked shyly.

I opened my mouth to protest, to violently protest if necessary, but Leo took a step back, shaking his head.

“Not this time,” he said and took another step back. “I’m already late for football practice.” He looked at me and grinned. “Your brother is already going to kill me. I better go.”

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