Chapter Three

Tyson

English. I was so bloody bored and it was only five minutes in. I glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even eleven yet. I was hungry. I wanted lunch. But I was going to have to sit through this boring class for another hour and a half before I got my food.

Maybe I could skip out for a bit and get food? Yep, I decided to do that. I was getting up when the door opened and in walked, well, were there any words to describe her?

She had heels on, and my eyes ran up her long legs, her black jeans stopping me from admiring her skin. Why couldn’t she be wearing a dress? Her t-shirt had ridden up, showing off her flat stomach. And then my eyes were glued to her breasts. They were basically bursting from that t-shirt, the fabric splitting at her cleavage.

My eyes slowly moved up her creamy neck. God, how I’d love to kiss it. Women were my weakness. And the lust flooding me right now, well, I hadn’t felt this turned on by a woman before and I was feeling this just by looking at her.

She ran a hand through her black hair and looked nervous for some reason. She was chatting to the teacher. She must be new. She smiled and it was the type of smile that made your knees buckle at the sight of it.

I sat back down and scanned the room. It was full, apart from the seat next to me. No one ever dared to sit next to me. They were either terrified of me or terrified of the club. I was glad for both right now because it meant her perfect body would be sitting next to me in the next few moments.

I glanced back to see her walking toward me.

Her eyes were on the empty seat. I don’t think she had even glanced at me at this point.

I watched her drag the seat out and sit down, dumping her books on the table. She pulled her black hair to the side and opened her book. Did she even realize she was sitting next to someone?

She frowned, looking closer at the board. I assumed the teacher had told her what we were doing. I hadn’t really paid much attention. Something about reviewing the chapter for a quiz.

How was I going to make conversation with her? She flipped her textbook open and reached into her handbag. Whatever she was looking for she wasn’t finding it. She picked up her bag and started searching through it.

What was she looking for?

She tucked her hair behind her ear. I noticed her bar piercing in her ear.

She didn’t seem like the type of girl to have piercings. I wondered if she had any more. Suddenly my body jumped at the challenge of finding out.

“Hey, do you have a pen?” She turned and looked at me for the first time, and I was lost in her chocolate eyes. They were a deep chocolate; sexy, seductive and they totally had me.

I just handed her my pen.

“Thanks.” She took it from me, her long painted nails brushing my skin. What I would do to have those nails digging into my back as I fucked her.

Lust was flooding my blood quicker than anything else.

She frowned. “What are you writing with?”

I snapped my eyes off her. Right, I had just given her my pen. “Um, I’m reading.” Lame excuse Wilson.

“Don’t you take notes?”

“Nope.” I took my eyes off her completely and looked at my open textbook. Was I even on the right chapter?

I saw her nod her head briefly out of the corner of my eye.

Okay, this sucked. I couldn’t look at her now. I glared into my open textbook. Great. Now I had to stare at this for the next hour and more.

“I’m really sorry to annoy you, but is it chapter seventeen or chapter eleven? It looks the same on the board,” she asked, which gave me an excuse to look at her.

She was mesmerizing. She slowly arched her eyebrows at me as I just stared at her. Right. She asked a question.

“Um, it’s…” I glanced down at my textbook and hoped I had the right chapter. “…eleven.”

“His writing is really bad then.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, showing off her industrial piercing again.

“Nice piercing.”

She turned to look back at me. “Thanks.” She glanced at my neck. “Nice tattoo.”

My one percent tattoo. I doubt she knew what it meant. “Thanks.”

Her eyes hovered for a bit longer on it, and I bet she was trying to work out what it meant. Then she looked me in the eye, and I swear she was looking at me like she knew what my tattoo meant.

She said something under her breath and went back to looking at her textbook.

I wanted to have a conversation with her. “So, what’s your name?” Might as well start with the basics.

“Layla.” She glanced at me. “You?”

“Tyson.”

She turned with a slight smile on her face. “You wouldn’t have a sister, would you?” Her eyes were locked with mine. She was staring into my eyes like she knew me.

“Um, two.” And I found it really odd that she would assume I had one. I didn’t walk around with a sign around my neck saying I had two sisters.

“Hannah?”

“You know my sister?” How did Hannah meet her before me? In fact, how did she meet Hannah? “And how did you know she was related to me?”

Her smirk just got a little bit bigger. “Your eyes give you two away.” She frowned for a second. “Two?”

“Hannah forget to mention she has a twin?”

She smiled. “Two Hannahs, you are lucky.”

I scoffed. “They are nothing alike.” I was not lucky whatsoever. Eve torturing me today came to mind.

Hannah and Eve were opposites. Sure they looked identical, but that was it. Eve lived up to her nickname of Naughty. And Hannah lived up to her nickname of Nice.

She looked back at the textbook with a smile on her face. How well did she know Hannah? Had she just avoided my attention and been here since the start of term and just transferred classes or something?

“So, when did you start?” I asked, really interested in her answer.

“What?” She kept her eyes on the textbook.

“Here at school?”

She glanced up, still with a smile. “First day.” And she looked back at the textbook. “I keep getting lost.”

I stopped leaning back on my chair and straightened. “What’s your timetable look like?”

“Um, I still don’t know it very well. Free before this and next is lunch. Which I can’t wait for cause I’m starving.” She snuck a glance at me. “What’s with the look?”

I was looking at her and was impressed. A woman that eats. That was rare. I thought my sisters and mum were the only women that ate properly. No girl I had ever been with ate.

“Want to escape for food?” My leg brushed hers as I moved to face her.

“I don’t want to pull you from your reading.” Her eyes went to my open textbook.

I wasn’t even fucking reading. “Do you eat meat?”

She nodded her head.

“Hamburger cart around the corner does the best hot dogs.” And I was craving food. I had wanted to escape for food before she showed up. Getting her to come with me was just me being selfish. “You coming?” I asked, getting up.

Food. That was exactly what I needed. And her company.

“What about the teacher?” she asked, not packing up her stuff.

“Trust me, if you walk out with me, he won’t question it.” I could walk out whenever I felt like it without being questioned. First year here I smashed up a teacher’s car because they questioned my doctor’s letter. Which had been real.

That got me on charges. I’d love to say they were my first lot of charges but they weren’t. My record started when I was seven for defacing a vehicle. And it wasn’t my teacher’s.

“Okay.” She gathered up her things, stuffing them in her bag.

She glanced at the teacher as we walked out. But, like expected, he didn’t say a word.