Love, Ally by Hannah Gray
seven
Ally
Ayawn rips through my throat without me being able to stop it.
I hate math.
I hate math.
I fucking … hate … math.
This is the only class I dread coming to. It’s boring as hell, and I have to fight not to fall asleep. It’s equivalent or worse to watching paint dry.
Thank God it’s over any second.
“Class dismissed,” the professor says, as if reading my mind.
Gathering my things up, I start to head toward the door. My stomach has been growling for forty-five minutes. I need food.
“Ally?” a smooth, unfamiliar voice comes from behind me.
When I turn, my eyes find a tall, muscular dude with blond hair. He’s attractive—there’s no denying that. But comparing him to Cole would be like comparing a beat-to-shit Jetta with the exhaust falling off to a brand-new Mercedes. Cole being the Mercedes, of course.
“Um, yeah?” I answer, tossing my hair over my shoulder to get it out of my face.
“I’m Kent. I’ve seen you around a little.” He grins. “You’re not exactly easy to miss. I wanted to introduce myself.” He smiles, revealing obnoxiously white teeth.
I need my sunglasses. Those bad boys are damn near blinding.
“Oh.” I give him an awkward smile. “Well, hello, Kent. Nice to meet you.”
“Do you want to go out some—”
“The answer is no, Woodworth. Back the fuck up,” Cole’s deep voice growls from the doorway.
“Storm, what the fuck is it to you?” Kent tosses back at him before a douchey smile creeps onto his annoying-as-fuck face. “She was into it.”
That makes me want to punch him in the balls. I was certainly not into anything to do with this cocky, overly groomed dickwad.
“She’s off-limits. Walk. The. Fuck. Away.” He steps forward, his muscles rippling underneath his white T-shirt. The vein in his neck making a dangerous appearance.
“Or what, Storm?”
“I don’t know. Try it, and I guess you’ll find out.”
“Yeah, okay.” Kent laughs. “You pissin’ on her to mark your territory?”
Cole smirks. “She doesn’t need me to piss on her. She’s already mine.”
Rolling my eyes, I walk between them and toward the door. “Save yourselves the time and energy, boys. I’m sure both of your dicks are tiny, so I wouldn’t bother whipping them out and getting the measuring tape to see whose is bigger.”
Leaving them both standing there, looking like complete morons, I head to the food court to meet Sloane. I can’t help but think of how annoying it is that Cole shows up here and treats me like trash, yet he still tries to control my every move. That’s bullshit. And even though I wanted nothing to do with Kent or whatever the hell his name was, I don’t appreciate being cockblocked by Cole Storms. I don’t appreciate it one bit.
Payback is a bitch. And I like to serve mine ice-cold.