Free Everything: A Singed Wings Novel by Erin Noelle Page A

feigning disinterest. “Jayla was in the class with me. She railroaded me the second I walked through the door.” There. That wasn’t a lie.
    “Shit, man, Everett wouldn’t know a good piece of ass if it fell right in his lap.” Scott laughed as he watched Billy continue to school him on the pool table. “This Ms. Sloan, she’s the real fucking deal. I had her for second period and, I swear to God, I think I was still hard at lunch thinking about her. She’s so damn tiny I could throw her all around the bedroom, stuffing my cock in every — ”
    “Shut the fuck up, Stein!” I growled, cutting him off mid-sentence. “We both know good-and-well there’s not a chance in hell the new teacher is gonna touch your cock with a ten-foot pole. The lame-ass stories you feed us about the stupid girls in our class are already fucked up. How about we stick to those and not let this imagination of yours get out of hand?”
    Billy stopped lining up his shot and stood up straight as Scott moved in front of me, bowing his chest out. A good four inches shorter and at least twenty pounds lighter than me, there was no way Scott was stupid enough to provoke me physically. But he also wasn’t going to let me talk to him like a little bitch without saying something back.
    “What the fuck is your problem today, dude? You’ve had a stick up your ass since we got here. Jayla not make her weekly BJ house call or what?” he taunted, a cocky smirk wrinkling up his face.
    When I didn’t respond to him, he spun around to Billy and picked up right where he’d left off. “So yeah, I’ll be shooting my load tonight with visions of the new teacher’s tight little ass bent over her desk in front of me, just like every other guy who saw her today.” His eyes cut over to me and he scoffed, “Well, every guy except for our friend here with his v-card, who’s either embarrassed at how small his dick is to use it properly or he’s fucking gay. Whichever,” he shrugged, then picked up the pool stick and walked around the table to break for the next game, “it’s his damn loss, not mine. Seeing that sexy little bitch every day, imagining how pretty she’d look kneeling at my feet while she worships my cock, I’ll have enough material in the spank bank to last me until summer.”
    My hands shook with rage as I flew off the handle, charging him like a bull seeing red. In a matter of seconds, I had my hand around his throat and him pinned up against the wall, his feet dangling, not quite reaching the floor.
    Too stunned to react, his eyes bulged out of his head as I got right up in his face, nostrils flaring, and roared, “I told you to shut the fuck up, asshole. Tired of listening to you disrespect women all the damn time. Didn’t your parents teach you any fucking manners? You want some piece of shit talking about your mom like that?” He slowly shook his head as his entire body trembled underneath my hand. “The next time I have to repeat myself to you, it’ll be with my fist meeting your ugly-ass mug. You fucking got me, friend ?”
    I released my hold, and as he fell to the ground, I glanced over at a dumbstruck Billy who was staring at us slack-jawed. “Not in the mood for his shit today,” I grumbled, throwing a twenty-dollar bill on the table, which more than covered the two sodas I’d had and the time for pool. “Catch up with you tomorrow.”
    My tunnel vision locked in on the exit, I lumbered with long strides across the concrete floor, then exploded out the door. I hopped in my truck and rocketed out of the parking lot, wishing I had followed Belle instead. I didn’t understand what in the hell was going on with me, or with her for that matter, but until we could sit and hash it all out, I needed to stay away from people. Edgy from uncertainty and the unfamiliar urge to possess her, I was a caged animal, and as Scott had just learned, if anyone got too close, I wouldn’t hesitate to attack.
    With a mumbled excuse about