Sell Out (20 page)

Begrudgingly, she sat keeping several feet between us. I ached to close the gap. “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner. I should have.”

“So, what exactly happened?”

This was my chance. My opportunity to explain the Torments List and why I needed to protect Lindsay. But even as the words rolled around on my tongue, I couldn’t say them. If she knew about Fatty James, she’d see me differently. I’d see me differently. I’d be the weak boy on that locker room floor, not the man who’d fought to become the very opposite.

No. I’d have to find a way to give her the truth without digging up my past. “Sometime between getting to school and the middle of first period, someone put that picture in my locker. It wasn’t Lindsay and it wasn’t me. I don’t know who has my combination, but I would bet money it’s Blake.”

She shook her head. “He was with me the whole time in Ms. Yarnell’s class. It couldn’t have been him.”

“Skylar, he had one of his many followers do it for him. That’s how he works.” I was one breath from mentioning Henry’s name, but if I ratted him out, he’d surely turn around and lie about me jumping him.

Her bare feet tapped on the stone steps in no set pattern. “I thought you were going to talk to him,” she said, looking down. “He pulled me aside before sixth period. He was really messed up about us and the rumors.”

Hair prickled on the back of my neck. “You need to stay away from Blake. He’s a master manipulator and he’s not safe.”

She flinched at the sharpness in every word. “Is that why you punched him? Because he spoke to me? For the record, I’m not into the whole alpha male, possessive thing.”

“This isn’t me marking my territory, Skylar. He’s a liar, and he still wants you.”

Skylar bit her lip and suddenly the last thing I wanted to do was talk about Blake. I ached to kiss her.

“Cody, I wanted normal for the first time in my life. I don’t want to be stuck between some power struggle with you and Blake. All my friends are his friends.”

Because he knew inviting Zoe and her friends to the head table would make it impossible for Skylar to walk away. I ran my hands down my face. “I don’t want that for you either. We’ll find a way to make it all work, I promise.” I didn’t usually make promises I couldn’t keep, but something in her eyes made me wish it were true. That I could make this nightmare I’d dragged her into vanish with a snap of my fingers.

Her head dropped, her voice much too quiet. “I try not to let things get to me like this. I know people misrepresent the truth. It’s just when Zoe told me about you and Lindsay together, I felt jealous. Which is a stupid emotion and one I wouldn’t feel if things between us were more clear.”

“Then I’ll make it clear.” I inched even closer, allowing my thigh to graze hers. “You’re the only one I think about. The only one I want to do this with.” My hand reached up and touched the delicate skin on her face. I leaned in, my goal nothing less than to find out what flavor lip-gloss she was wearing.

“I can guarantee my father is watching us on the security camera.”

Lightning shot through me, sending me sprawling to the farthest side of the stairs.

She burst into giggles at my stricken face.

“That’s not funny.” I searched for the camera that had been monitoring my every move.

“No, it’s pretty funny. You looked like you were going to have a heart attack.”

“I almost did. All I could picture was Donnie Wyld coming at me with a guitar in one hand and a .45 in the other.”

“You’re crazy. My dad would use a shotgun.” The stress was gone from her features, replaced by the smile I’d come to rely on.

She stood and offered her hand. I let her tug me until we were inches apart. My heart beat irregularly, but not from panic like earlier. From her closeness, from the heat searing the small space between us.

I swallowed. “Are we good?” I had to remind myself that kissing her was out of the question.

“For now.” She walked me back to my car. “So, what happens tomorrow?” Her hesitant question made me curse myself for ever making her doubt my feelings.

“We let the whole school know you’re my girlfriend.”

“Really?” Her lips tilted playfully. “The infamous Cody James who never does relationships is ready to put a label on us? I’m shocked.”

I wrapped an arm around her slim waist and pulled her close. “I’ve wanted to stake my claim since you walked into Madison High.” My fingertips brushed her perfect, fresh skin. “Do the cameras reach this far?”

Her hands inched up my chest, and she shook her head.

I moved slowly, wanting to savor every second. My lips touched her forehead and trailed down the side of her face. Her skin was smooth and tasted sweet, like a garden breeze. Skylar’s breath caught, and I continued my exploration until I reached my goal. Her mouth was as warm as I remembered, soft and open. I pulled her body flush with mine connecting every part of her with every part of me. Her fingers explored paths through my hair causing a jolt that traveled down to my toes. Never before had I felt this kind of sensation, this need to hold on like my world would end if I dared to let go.

Being with her made me feel invincible, as if I could do anything and be anything. When I kissed her, I didn’t dread tomorrow.

*

No one spoke
to me at school. Not a word. Not an echo. I tried not to care. Tried to focus on what mattered as I waited at Skylar’s locker. Ten minutes later, she rushed in, looking as if she just came from a teen magazine photo shoot.

She stopped short when our eyes met. A sweet smile replaced the stressful concentration that had been there moments ago.

A tingle raced through my limbs. “Morning,” I said as she fiddled with her combination lock. “We’ve got like two minutes to get to class.”

She glanced at me sideways. “Yet, you still waited. I’m flattered.”

“You should be. I hate being late.”

She slammed her locker and placed a hand on her hip. “Well, here’s a fair warning, I’m never on time.”

“Maybe together, we can work on that.” I reached out and captured that same hand in mine and motioned for us to walk. Her light touch made me forget I was officially back in exile.

Blake and Chugger were already at our table when we entered class and neither acknowledged our laced fingers. It’d be an hour of awkward silence, but I didn’t care. I held victory in my hand.

My books barely hit the table when Ms. Yarnell called me to her desk. She was shuffling papers when I approached, the stench of herbal tea drifting from her “Teachers Rock” coffee mug.

“Cody, it’s come to my attention that you and Mr. Mason are unable to remain in the same group.” My pulsed jumped. “Blake volunteered to move to another group. Unfortunately, the only one that isn’t full declined working with him. Some bad history, I guess.” Then she muttered something about teenage drama.

I spotted the table with only three students. I knew them all. Two were Jill’s besties and the third was Gary Lawson from the football team. Didn’t get along with Blake? What a joke. They worshiped him.

“Anyway, I have no choice but to move you instead. You’ll be working there for the rest of the year.” Her curt tone and dismissive wave made it clear that arguing would be futile.

I grabbed my books in a daze. Blake’s smug expression made me itch to add more bruises to his already discolored face.

“Where are you going?” Skylar’s hushed voice only added to my frustration.

“It seems the games have begun. Isn’t that right, Blake?”

Skylar glared at Blake like she was waiting for an explanation.

He raised his hands. “I offered to move. Ms. Yarnell felt Cody leaving was best. I tried to argue, but she was pretty firm. I’m sorry, Skylar, but I can’t be around a guy who betrayed me.”

My jaw ached from how hard my teeth clamped down. His ability to lie without so much as a flicker of guilt rivaled notorious sociopaths.

I kept my focus on Skylar, afraid of what I’d do if I had to see Blake’s satisfied grin one more time. “I’ll see you after class.”

The minute I slumped down in my new chair, Karina stopped picking at her split ends to sneer at me.

“The fall from grace is a painful one, huh Cody? Hope slut Barbie was worth it.”

I didn’t bother responding. She was obviously in the camp that believed Lindsay and I betrayed Blake, and no denial from me would change her mind.

Across the room, Chugger chatted away, showing no remorse for my banishment. Blake’s responding laughter drifted past the tables and settled like a chain at the bottom of my stomach.

He’d just declared war.

T
he minute I
stepped out of my third period class, Zoe pulled me into the bathroom. “Okay, spill, because my head is about to explode.” Her hands made a boom motion before she continued. “You’re with Cody now? How in the world did this happen?” Her fists dropped to her hips like a scolding grandma, and all she needed to complete the picture was a bandana and rolling pin in her hand.

I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, uncomfortable under her I-think-you’ve-lost-your-mind stare. “I told you I liked Cody. Turns out he likes me too. It’s not really a big deal.”

“It is a big deal. Especially when he still walks Lindsay to class. Call me cynical, but this move feels very calculated.”

“The only thing calculated is the way everyone is treating him. Even Ms. Yarnell moved him from our group. Cody didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know who started the rumors, but they’re not true.”

Zoe stepped closer, took my arms in her hands to make sure I was paying close attention. “I’ll be the first to admit I don’t trust anything when it comes to Lindsay, but I also don’t want to see you hurt.” Her sigh implied she didn’t want to fight with me, either. “I’m sorry. I’m just disappointed I guess.” She walked over to the mirror and patted down a few stray strands of hair. Two girls walked in and disappeared into the stalls. She waited until their doors were shut. “Chugger finally asked me out.”

My mouth dropped as our eyes met through the mirror. She bit her lip and then burst into a huge smile. I felt like a terrible friend. I’d been so caught up in my drama, I missed the biggest detail in Zoe’s life.

“Zoe, that’s awesome.”

She spun around and clapped her hands. “I know.” Her voice turned dreamy, and she closed her eyes.

“When did it happen?”

Her lids popped back open, exposing two dark, infatuated eyes. “This past weekend. And we’ve talked every night since.”

I embraced her and let go. “I’m really happy for you.”

Her chest deflated. “Me too. I just wish…” Toilets flushed in the background. Zoe shook her head. “Never mind.”

She pulled on the heavy bathroom door and the sound of footsteps and voices replaced the sudden strain between us. Neither said what I knew we were both thinking—how different this conversation would be if I’d picked Blake. How, now, there would be no double dates or group outings. Our boyfriends were enemies.

We turned the corner, and my moment of sadness flew away like chaff. Cody stood by my locker, waiting. He stared at his boots, his hands deep in his pockets. The droop in his shoulders said the morning had been hard on him. I walked faster, moving two strides ahead of Zoe and headed straight for my target.

He glanced up, and I was quickly encircled in broad strong arms. Cody held on like I was his energy source. His nose brushed the side of my face and dipped into the curve of my neck. “You are so who I needed to see.” His lips touched my skin and an electric charge exploded between us that made me wish we were back at the park, naïve to the chaos our relationship would bring.

Zoe’s exaggerated, “Excuse me,” made me realize we were blocking her locker. Cody glanced around for teachers trolling the hall and seconds later, my back was against a different locker, and his lips against mine. He was asking permission without words and I pressed in, craving reassurance.

Zoe cleared her throat, loud and drawn out. “You’re gonna get detention if you keep that up.”

Cody pulled back, but his grin lingered over my flushed skin. “So worth it.”

I straightened, my mind clearing of the smoke and heat. I’d kiss Cody all day if it didn’t mean an hour serving time in detention.

He held my book while I opened my locker, and I didn’t miss the dejected look on Zoe’s face as she waited. I wanted to reach out and assure her somehow that our friendship would sustain this challenge.

“Are you eating with us?” she asked in a tone that implied she already knew my answer would be no.

But I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to go to our table and joke and laugh. But I also wanted Cody with me. I peeked his way. He waited too, his jaw tight. I knew he’d never ask me to choose.

“I will tomorrow,” I said, hoping that would ease the worry in Zoe’s eyes.

“Okay.” Her shoulders fell as she slowly walked down the hall toward the lunchroom. Cody slid my book into my open locker and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder.

“It’ll get easier,” he whispered.

I choked on a humorless laugh. “I feel like I’m going to lose her as my friend.” I knew that sounded selfish, but Zoe was important to me. And now, her dating Chugger made everything more complicated.