Undo Me (The Good Ol' Boys #3) (5 page)

A few weeks had gone by since that night at the beach with Aubrey. Our paths always seemed to cross, but our interactions were nothing like that night. They were flirty with playful jabs at each other.

I thought about her more than I should, which was funny because I had no idea who she was prior to her ripping me a new asshole in the school parking lot. The memory of her confronting me that day caused me to smile every time it crossed my mind.

Which was more than I cared to admit.

“You ready?” Austin asked, walking up to my locker.

I nodded, throwing in my last textbook. Christmas break was officially upon us, two weeks of nothing but surfing and girls.

“Hurry the fuck up. Colleen is waiting for me at Half-Pint’s restaurant.”

“Colleen?” I asked, shutting my locker. “Who the fuck is Colleen?”

“Is the pot calling me black?” He raised his eyebrow in a challenging manner.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Just looking out for you, brother,” I replied.

“I don’t need you to look out for me, Dylan. I can look after my damn self.”

I put my hands in the air in a surrendering gesture, backing away from him. Austin was barely fifteen and had already made his rounds in and out of our school. Shit, I may be chasing my fair share of tail, but I was always careful. Something told me Austin didn’t give a fuck as long as he got his dick wet. The last thing he needed was to knock up some random. He had his whole life ahead of him. I bought him condoms every chance I could, but the older we got, the more he would tell me to mind my own damn business.

“You ready or are you going to keep pussy footin’ around?”

“Jesus, hold your shit, I’m almost done.”

“Isn’t that the girl you’re trying to nail?”

“What?” I turned in the direction of his gaze.  

Aubrey was leaning against her locker with Kyle, the star quarterback, standing in front of her.

I cracked my neck and cleared my throat, my body suddenly becoming stiff. “Ready.”

Austin grinned, shaking his head, knowing exactly what I meant. Aubrey and I locked eyes right before I body-checked Kyle into the lockers as we headed toward the parking lot to leave. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but there was also a hint of amusement behind those pretty green irises of hers.

“What the fuck?” Kyle roared, turning to face me.

I smiled. “Ah, man, I didn’t see you there.”

He casually nodded, his demeanor drastically shifting from cocky to cowering. “No worries, man.” He looked at Aubrey, backing away. “I’ll see you around.”

Pussy.

She slightly smiled, surprised that Kyle left so quickly. Frowning, she peered over at me. “Are you for real?”

I shrugged. “I’m not the one running away with my dick tucked between my legs, now am I? I’m as real as they come, suga’. Wanna touch me? Make sure you’re not dreaming?”

She sighed, folding her arms over her chest, making her perky tits stand at attention. I almost didn’t notice.

Almost.  

“No. You’re just the one who chased him away.”

“Semantics,” I contended.

Austin looked back and forth between us with a pleased look on his face that I wanted to knock the fuck off.

“I’d love to continue to stand here and watch this foreplay between y’all, but I have somewhere to be. So do me a favor, either seal the deal or move the fuck on.” He smiled. “Please.”

She blushed, the crimson red peeking from her nose to her cheeks. I shook my head, ignoring my cock-blocking friend.

“That shade of red looks really good on you,” I acknowledged instead in a teasing tone. “Don’t mind my friend Austin here. He’s not much of a gentleman.”

She scoffed. “And you are?”

“Only with you, darlin’.”

“You just have a witty come back for everything, don’t you?”

“What can I say, pretty girl? You bring out the best in me.”

She smiled, a real smile that time, tucking her hair behind her ear.  I instantly reached over and pulled it back out to tug on the ends of it, letting my fingertips graze the soft skin on her cheek. She leaned into my touch for a split second before I stepped away.

“I’ll see you around,” I mocked in a condescending tone, using the same words Kyle did.

Walking away from her…

Even though I didn’t want to.  

I spent the rest of the day at the beach with the boys and Alex just like any other ordinary day. I was trying like hell to keep my mind from wandering back to Aubrey and that fucking douche bag from earlier today in the hall to no avail.

It is what it is.

As usual over Christmas break, the boys and I spent all our time at the beach and Alex’s parents’ restaurant. Oak Island got cold during the winter, but that year it was surprisingly warmer than normal. The water could get chilly, but as long as you wore a wetsuit you’d be alright.

Surfing, soaking up the sun, and hanging out. Shooting the shit was exactly what I needed.

Santa wasn’t the only one saying, “Ho ho ho.”

I saw Aubrey around here and there, but she was always with that damn chick Dee… at least I think that’s what her name was. Apparently, I fucked her over, so I kept my distance. The last thing I needed was some chick getting her panties in a twist and going ape-shit on my ass around Aubrey.

I never saw her with Kyle again, but word around the beach was the new girl in town had gone on a few dates during break.

Who really dates in high school?

I couldn’t believe guys my age were actually dating. What a bunch of pussies. Aubrey was getting hounded with douche bags because the boys smelled fresh blood. Give me a break, they didn't wanna date her, they wanted to fuck her.

At least I kept it honest.

That’s when I realized I had a real problem with Aubrey being touched by anyone, including
me
. Call it what you want, jealousy or plain ol’ stupidity, I despised it.

What was I supposed to do about it?

I kept my distance, listening to what people said about her, watching her from afar, and fighting away any sentiment to actually do something about it.

When a fucker touched her, I bit my tongue.

When she smiled in the direction of a guy that wasn’t me, I clenched my fists.

When I heard a douchebag talk about her, I gritted my teeth and walked away.

The urge to be possessive circulated all around me. I was drowning in it. I had become one of those clichés, the guys that I made fun of. I grew a goddamn pussy overnight. I barely knew this girl, and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She was consuming me and she didn't even know it.

Christmas break came to an end all too soon. A new year always meant new class schedules, but I couldn't complain. Aubrey and I shared the same homeroom now, since all grade levels were mixed. I got to spend the first thirty minutes of my day checking her out. It was the best damn half hour of my day. She sat a few desks in front of me. I could watch her every move. The way she twirled her hair when she was deep in thought. Or how she bit her pencil eraser when she didn’t think anyone was looking. Her damn clingy clothes that hugged her in all the right places were my undoing.

She was fucking gorgeous. The girl didn't even have to try.

She never truly realized the affect she had on me and that stayed true throughout the years.

Or maybe she did.

We never had more than one full conversation with each other. That night at the beach had been the first real conversation I had ever had with any girl besides Alex. As much as I tried to forget about that night…

I couldn’t.

I’ve never had a girlfriend, I’ve never wanted a girlfriend, and all this emotional bullshit with Aubrey was starting to scare the shit out of me. So I did the next best thing I could do, I showed Aubrey the real me. This time I was going to do the right thing. I wouldn't hurt another girl, at least not one that mattered.

I’d rather make her hate me since I couldn’t stay away from her.

It was late afternoon. School was done for the day and most of the students had gone home. The teachers were all in their classrooms, grateful the day was over and getting ready for the weekend ahead.

“Is that right?” I taunted close to Bristol’s ear, caging her in with my built frame. Her locker was right next to Aubrey’s. Maybe I chose Bristol on purpose. Maybe I didn’t.

Who the fuck knows what I was thinking?

All I knew was that her body pressed up against mine didn’t do one thing for me.

Not one twitch from my dick, the fucker wasn’t cooperating.

That
pissed me off more than anything.

I tried harder, deliberately pushing my cock against her muff, her legs pretty much wrapped around mine. I sensed Aubrey the second she walked up behind me. I felt the hole she was burning in my back, searing into the empty space where my heart should be. I continued my little show, taking it a step further. My hands started to roam from her hip up her side, grazing her tit, causing a moan to escape her mouth. Aubrey made her way to her locker. I could still feel her stare now and again while Bristol melted into everything I had to offer, which was no surprise there.

I heard a loud slam and looked to where it came from. Aubrey looked straight into my eyes, going toe to toe. She didn’t back down, not that I expected her to. I could read her like an open book, and it didn’t make any fucking sense.

The connection that we shared.

We were so young, but none of that mattered. Not when she was looking at me like that. It seemed like she hid her emotions from everyone, except me.

Why?

She looked back and forth between us, almost as if she knew what I was doing all along. I thought if she watched me with someone else, if I hurt her, it would make it easier to forget her and move on.

It didn’t.

It made it harder.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I played the games.

I set the match.

I made the rules.

I wasn’t used to feeling out of control. I wasn’t used to feeling anything other than my body rubbing up against some random chick and my cock sinking into her welcoming heat. I didn’t do emotions, I had them under lock and key but this girl seemed to have the key, causing me havoc.

Bristol giggled, dragging me away from my thoughts to look at her.

“Dylan, you’re going to get us in trouble.” She rocked her hips, pressing her pussy further against my dick that still refused to react.

All I felt was…

Remorseful.

The entire time I spent chatting with the chick in my arms, I pictured Aubrey’s face, and for some fucked-up reason, it made me feel better.

“Hey, where did you go?” she purred in my ear, nudging my neck with her nose.

I cleared my throat, gazing back to Aubrey who was gone. I stepped away from her. The craving for Aubrey became too overwhelming. Filling the hollow space in my heart with bullshit I didn’t want or need. I unintentionally followed the subtle sway of Aubrey’s hips as she walked passed us again and out to the parking lot. The backpack she had swung over one shoulder looked as if it weighed more than her. She walked fast and with purpose. She obviously needed to get away from me.

“What just happened?” Bristol cooed, trying to wrap her arms around my neck.

I held them back. “Darlin’, desperate isn’t a good look.”

She jerked back, offended.

“I’m done here,” I stated.

This was the second time I walked away from a sure thing because of Aubrey. My reactions to her were unfamiliar territory, uncharted emotions were taking over, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to stop. I sure as hell didn’t fight too hard to control it, that’s for damn sure. This energy took over my entire body when I was around her, and I wanted it to.

I got into my Jeep and started driving, going nowhere in particular or so I told myself until I saw Aubrey walking on the other side of the road.

“Keep driving, McGraw. Keep fucking driving your car, you pussy,” I reasoned with myself, casually looking into the rearview mirror.