Taming Alec (13 page)

I stared at the room number on my schedule and then looked back at the classroom door in front of me.
312.
I was in the right place. I took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in.

Several students looked up to see who had entered. I ignored their stares as I focused on the teacher sitting behind her desk in front of the classroom.

She smiled as I approached. “Can I help you?”

“Uh…yeah, I’m a new student,” I said nervously.

I had no idea why I was nervous. It wasn’t like I hadn’t moved to a new school before. My mom had moved us around a lot—so much so that I’d lost track of how many schools I’d been to. She’d promised me that this time would be different. This would be the last time we moved.

Yeah, right.

That was what she’d said every single time. I just hoped that my freshman year would be the year that she really meant it. I was tired of moving all the time, and now that I was in high school, it wouldn’t be as easy to make friends.

I held out my schedule, and the teacher glanced at it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Logan. I’m Mrs. Jenkins. Let me grab you a book.”

She stood and walked to a door a few feet away from her desk. Once she disappeared inside, I glanced over my shoulder to see two-dozen students staring at me like I was the most interesting guy in the world. I sighed, hating how this happened every time. Being the new kid sucked, but what could I do?

The teacher reappeared and walked back over to me. “Here is your book. We’re starting on chapter three today. Why don’t you take a seat next to”—she glanced at the seating chart on the desk—“Chloe Richards. Chloe, will you raise your hand, please?”

I turned to face the classroom and saw a girl raise her hand. I walked toward her, ignoring everyone else as they continued to stare at me. I sat down next to her without even looking her way. I knew my new neighbor would be watching me like everyone else.

“Class, let’s give Logan a warm welcome. Now, if you’ll open your books to chapter three, we can begin,” Mrs. Jenkins said.

Once Mrs. Jenkins turned away from us to start writing on the board, I glanced over at my neighbor. My mouth dropped open as I stared at her.
Damn.

She glanced over at me and smiled before turning her attention back to the front of the room.

The girl was gorgeous. Her hair was a light blonde color, and her eyes were bright blue. I noticed she was wearing a shirt with some rock band on the front. She was tiny, but she had more curves than most girls our age. She looked like an angel.

She glanced over and caught me staring at her. She leaned close to me and whispered, “I’m Chloe.”

I smiled at the sound of her voice. It was as sweet as the rest of her.

“Logan,” I whispered back.

“Where are you from?” she asked.

Where am I from?
I sighed and decided to go with the last state we’d moved from. “Missouri.”

“Cool. I’ve lived here my entire life. I’ll warn you now—there’s nothing to do around here. It’s boring as hell.”

I smiled.
I don’t think I’ll be bored with you around.
“Good to know.”

We both turned back to pay attention to what Mrs. Jenkins was saying.

A few minutes later, Chloe poked my arm. I gave her a questioning look.

“Do you think her hair is real or a wig?”

I snorted in laughter, but I quickly covered it with a cough when the students in front of us turned to look. “Uh…I don’t know.”

“I vote wig. There is no way she could get her natural hair that high on her head.”

I glanced up at the teacher and then back to Chloe. “I think you’re right.”

“Finally! Someone agrees with me!” She snickered.

I spent the rest of class glancing in Chloe’s direction. I couldn’t get over how pretty she was. Sure, I was a teenage guy, so I noticed things like boobs and ass, but there was just something about this girl.

When the bell rang, she turned back to me. “Let me see your schedule.”

I handed it to her, and she glanced over it.

“You have a couple of classes with me. Our next one is together, and we have lunch together, too. I always sit with my friend, Amber. You’re welcome to sit with us if you want.”

She smiled at me, and I knew right then and there that I was fucked. This girl was already under my skin, and I wanted her more than anything. I would make her mine.

“Sounds perfect,” I said.

Four Years Later—Fall

I deepened the kiss and started slowly sliding my hand under Chloe’s shirt and up her stomach. She froze at the touch and pulled away.

“What’s wrong, babe? If we’re going too fast, just tell me. After the other day, I thought…” I looked at her with concern in my eyes.

I’d thought that we were in a good place, but her body language was telling me otherwise. We’d been together for a few months now. Plus, I’d known her for over four years, so I knew when something was wrong with her.

“Logan, remember how I wanted to talk to you the other day?”

I nodded, but I stayed silent as I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach. Something was seriously wrong.

“Well, I need to tell you something.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them to look at me again. “Something happened between Drake and me. Right after you and I got together a few months ago, I went over to his house to hang out and study for a couple of our classes. Neither of us intended for anything to happen, but we ended up having sex. I am so sorry I didn’t tell you. I just couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you. It was an accident.”

I froze as I looked down at her. Drake was the local rock star and someone she’d become good friends with since we came to West Virginia University. While she had sworn that nothing was going on between the two of them before, I’d noticed how he was always watching her. My gut had warned me about him, but I’d refused to listen. Instead, I’d blindly trusted her, assuming that she would never lie to me.

“
An accident
? What? You just accidentally fell on his dick?” I yelled, losing my temper.

How could she do this to us?

We’d been doing so well together. I was happy. She was happy—or so I’d thought.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “Why are you telling me this now? Why wait all these months and then dump this on me?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just couldn’t take the guilt anymore. I don’t want to keep lying to you.” She stared into my eyes.

“I’m glad you told me, Chloe. I want you to be honest with me. I don’t really know what to say, but I’m trying to understand here. You said this was right after we got together?”

She nodded.

“Okay…well, as long as it was just once, I am willing to look past it. I know how confused you were about us then.”

I pulled her into a hug as she burst into tears.

“What’s wrong, Chloe? I forgive you, baby girl. I forgive you.”

She continued to sob, and then she managed to gasp out the words that would seal our fate, “It wasn’t just then. It happened again a couple of weeks ago. I went to his house to try to work things out because we hadn’t really talked since it happened, and things got carried away.”

My body tensed as I tried to fight the rage building inside me. “You had sex with him two weeks ago? What the fuck, Chloe?” I dropped my arms from around her like I’d been burned, and I stood up. She was still crying as I continued yelling, “That son of a bitch! He knew you were mine, and he still went after you. Twice! Un-fucking-believable! I’m going to kill him!” I stormed across the room to the door and threw it open.

She jumped off the bed to come after me. “Logan! Logan, stop! Where are you going?”

I glanced over my shoulder at her, and I headed for the stairs. “I’m going to teach that bastard a lesson. I knew something was up between you two. I just never thought he would pull that. I never thought you would do this to me! How could you, Chloe?” I continued to yell as she chased me down the stairs.

All around us, students stopped dead in the hallway and stairs to stare at us as we passed.

“I’m so sorry, Logan, but please just stop.”

She reached for my arm, but I threw her hand away.

“Stay away from me, Chloe, or God help me, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

We had made it down the stairs and out into the parking lot. I quickly unlocked my car and jumped in. Chloe tried to open the passenger door, but I kept it locked as I put the car in drive. I left black marks as I screeched out of the parking lot. I glanced back in my rearview mirror to see her running for her own car and jumping in. I turned my attention back to the main road.

I drove straight to the bar where Drake’s band often played, knowing he would be there on a Friday night. As soon as I shut off my car, I jumped out and ran toward the building. I heard Chloe calling my name as she chased me across the lot, but I ignored her as I went into the bar.

When I entered, Drake was up on stage, playing with the band. I headed straight for him with Chloe on my heels. Before she could stop me, I jumped up on the stage and punched Drake in the face. She screamed as Drake’s head jerked back from the force of it. Blood started trickling down from his nose to his lips. The crowd started screaming, and the other band members quickly grabbed me as I lunged for Drake again.

“What the fuck?” Drake yelled as he glared at me.

He glanced up and went pale when he saw Chloe standing in front of the stage, crying and shaking.

“You stupid son of a bitch! Did you think I wouldn’t find out that you’ve been fucking Chloe behind my back?”

I lunged again, and Adam, one of Drake’s bandmates, was caught off guard, letting me go. Drake saw me coming and jumped back before landing a punch of his own in my stomach. I grunted and dropped to one knee before standing back up and going after him again.

“Come on, pretty boy, I’m standing right here. Come and get me,” Drake taunted.

I threw another punch that Drake wasn’t quick enough to dodge, and it landed in his rib cage. I threw myself at Drake while the pain distracted him, and we flew backward into the drums, sending them flying. I could hear Chloe screaming at both of us as we continued to throw punches before Adam and Eric pulled us apart.

Eric pried Drake off of me and held him tight as Adam twisted my arm behind my back and held me in a death grip. I struggled to get loose, but it was no use.

Jade—another one of Drake’s bandmates, who had been standing on the end of the stage the entire time—put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. “That’s it! Grow the fuck up, boys, or at least take it outside!”

I looked at Drake with pure hatred in my eyes. “How could you, Drake? I asked you that day at lunch if there was anything between the two of you before I went for her. You told me nothing was going on and that nothing would. You promised me that you would leave her alone, and look what happened. You fucked her not once but twice behind my back.”

Drake glared right back at me. “Yeah, I did fuck her twice because once just wasn’t enough for me, and I’d do it again if I could.”

I tried to lunge for him, but Adam was prepared this time, and he held tight.