Morning at Locker

“Morning everyone,” I said as I got to my locker. I gave Kaylee a smile. She didn’t return it. Shit. I was going to clarify things with that text, but after playing and talking more with Liam, I’d forgotten.

“Hey, can I have a moment alone with Scott please?” Kaylee asked sweetly to the others. It was only Ellie and Sarah at the moment and they left after a few brief words.

Sensing what was coming, I did my best to head off the problem. “About that text—”

“The only reason I’m not pissed off is because you agreed to the whole Sean thing when you didn’t have to.”

I frowned. “You sound pissed off.”

“I’m not.” She was clearly pissed off, clutching the straps of her backpack hard enough that I could see white knuckles. She let out a huff, rubbing her forehead. “Damn it. I can’t—Ugh. All last night and this morning. I couldn’t think about anything but you and—” She shook her head. “This is not what I need. I need to focus. I need to—”

“Kaylee.” She looked at me. It looked like she didn’t know whether to be pissed off or cry, so her body was just doing both.

“Scott, you are supposed to ask before you fuck them. That isn’t even getting into me specifically telling you not to until we—”

“Shut up and listen to me.” The sharpness in my voice got her to comply, eyes wide with surprise. Once I knew I had her full attention, I stared into her tearing eyes. “Nothing happened.”

“But—”

“I’ll admit, I was a bit angry at you so I worded it like that on purpose. It was an asshole move, I know and I’m sorry. If you don’t believe me, ask Liam. Hell, ask Faith.” I thought about how readily she admitted to ‘sleeping’ with me. “On second thought, just ask Liam.”

She let out a long breath. “I believe you.” She punched me in the arm. Hard. Damn thing was going to bruise. “Asshole,” she said, giving me another one for good measure.

Rubbing my arm, I managed to smile through the pain. “I deserve that.”

“It was that or a knee to the dick.”

“I prefer this one,” I said, involuntarily turning slightly to remove my precious from danger.

“I swear to god, if this causes me to get a B on this exam…” Her eyes narrowed as she glared at me. “What are you smiling about?”

“You were jealous.”

“I was not jealous!”

“You totally were.”

Spinning on her heel, she marched off. I watched her go with an amused smile. Turning, she gave me the finger. “Not. Jealous,” she called back before storming off.

Totally jealous.