Chapter Twenty-Five

Sam

I trudged alongside Dallas, absentmindedly picking up whatever mystery meat the lunch ladies were giving out today. Dallas was pouting at his egg salad, presumably still upset that Issac had pulled Troye out of his grip and over to sit with the soccer boys on account of their state final today. Not that Dallas was physically touching him, but the distance between them—or lack there of—was tight enough for people to notice. And Issac hated that.

All day Issac had a tight grip on Troye’s arm, insisting they do everything together for “team bonding.” Every time Troye and Dallas were together, Issac “needed” Troye for something. To be honest it was probably just to spite Dallas because Issac hated him. And Dallas knew it too because the dislike radiated off Issac so much that werewolves could sense it. We could feel his aura, I guess. I don’t know man, werewolf shit confuses me.

Dallas and I slammed our treys down on the table alongside the lunches of the pack. We sat down, the boys already chowing down and elbowing each other like every other day. I glanced over at Dallas who was viciously stabbing tater tots with his fork as his glare narrowed on Issac across the cafeteria. He had has arm slung lazily around Troye’s shoulder and they were both laughing as one of their teammates snorted red jello through his nose. Typical high school.

I distractedly chewed my third Pb and J as I took in my surroundings, as per usual. My eyes found the soccer table and one of the cuter players—I think his name was Ethan—had set up a giant speaker on top of their lunch table and was busy fumbling with his phone, presumably trying to play music. I chuckled to myself. These kids were dead. Three of the toughest teachers in the school monitored this lunch period just for that reason.

As soon as I decided to look away, music started pounding through Ethan’s speakers and a resounding applause went up around the cafeteria. Dallas had stopped eating and his eyes were zeroed in on the scene going on across from us. I propped my feet up on Troye’s empty chair and leaned back, ready to enjoy the show.

Coach Housten had marched over to Ethan, demanded he pause the music, and then engrossed himself in an animated discussion with the table and I’m guessing it wasn’t about soccer. Ethan was pleading with him and Housten began rubbing his face in an “I’m too old for this” kind of way. He then said something quickly and Ethan jumped up to high-five the kid sitting next to him. Dallas and I exchanged a wary glance. Seriously?

Ethan began scrolling through his phone again and as soon as he found what he was looking for, he gestured at Troye and Issac and then all three of them proceeded to stand on top of their lunch table as “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea rang throughout the room.

Students cheered again and I watched as Dallas stood up straighter in his seat, his eyes eagerly latched on to Troye.

Ethan took center, standing further ahead of the other two. The first line of the song began and Ethan mouthed along to the words, shaking his body provocatively.

First thing's first, I'm the realest

Drop this and let the whole world feel it

And I'm still in the Murda Bizness

I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics

At this point Ethan had stepped back and pushed Troye forward, who of course had been shaking his hips along with the song. He took the center and mouthed the words the same way Ethan did.

You should want a bad bitch like this

Drop it low and pick it up just like this

Troye’s hips dropped as she sang and he slowly brought them up in a seductive manner, reminding me how much I used to love touching him. My crotch agreed. The crowd also went wild, shouts of “do me Smith!” from the cheerleaders table caused Dallas to snap his fork in half.

The students cheered as the song continued, all three of them shaking their hips and singing, although I have to say Troye was by far the best. He seriously was a natural dancer with his lean body and tight muscles. Every drop of his hips and move of his feet had Dallas’ breathing becoming shallower by the minute. I could already smell his arousal.

I guess everyone agreed with me because by the time “Fancy” was over, Troye was receiving an encore. Not Issac, Ethan, and Troye, just Troye. And of course, as he took a bow with a smirk etched on his face, Ethan’s ipod began playing another song.

“Paranoid” by Ty$ blasted through the speakers. I bit my lip. This song was hella sexual and if Troye was getting up to dance to this, Dallas would probably come in his pants.

Before the first verse even began, two cheerleaders had gotten up and strut over to where Troye was standing in front of his lunch table. There was a giant space between the two rows of tables and wolf-whistles sounded across the room as they crossed it. For a brief second Troye looked terrified as they stood in front of him, eyeing him down.

I see two of my bitches in the club

And I know they know about each other

I think these bitches tryna set me up

Maybe I'm just paranoid

The brunette on Troye’s left began grinding her ass on his hip as the blonde on his right did the same. He swallowed, and began moving his body in an even rhythm against them, earning shouts of approval from every boy in the cafeteria except for Dallas. I peeked over at him. Dallas was the definition of emotionally conflicted. His chest heaved and his mouth hung open at the sight of Troye being so openly sexy, but his eyes were angry. He narrowed his gaze on the two girls as they began to drop lower on him as if he were some sort of stripper pole.

As the second verse began, Troye turned to the blonde.

 I got a bad light skin from Cali

She be in the club with no panties

Little momma used to be my main bitch

But now we don't speak the same language

He grinded lightly on her front, still mouthing the words, and trailed his hands down either side of her waist as he dropped lower on her body. Then he broke away from her and turned to the brunette, performing the same way with her.

                                    I love my bitch, I could bang it

From my dark skin, least know how to take it

She wear the red bottoms all night

You never heard of dolla sign, bet you will now

Troye turned and resumed his place between them, smoothly sliding his arms over their shoulders as the song continued.

                                    Both of my bitches drive Range Rovers

None of my bitches eat leftovers

Both of my bitches look good as fuck

Your bitch look like booga wolf

As the third line vibrated across the cafeteria, Troye casually slid his hands down and grabbed the girls’ boobs, but looked directly and Dallas and sent him a chilling wink.

Dallas moaned next to me and buried his face in his hands. I burst out laughing at the irony of it all, but before we could see any more, Coach Housten was ripping the cord of Ethan’s phone out and soon Paranoid was cut short. The two girls scurried back to their table and Troye strut back to his as they were given a standing ovation. Housten shook his head and resumed his post as Troye slid into his seat, earning high-fives from everyone.

I turned to see what Dallas looked like now, but he wasn’t there. I shrugged and went back to the mystery meat.

                                                            ~~

Troye

Dallas Chamberlain:

            Bathroom. Now.

I quickly looked up from the text to see Dallas’ seat empty. I licked my lips in anticipation and jumped up off the seat and headed out the double doors, despite the boys pleas to stay. I got to the bathroom as fast as my legs would take me, but paused outside of it. I listened. Dallas’ rapidly beating heart and clear scent of arousal invaded my senses and I collapsed into the wall. The effect he had on me was insane.

Not wanting to waste any more valuable time, I pushed open the door and stepped into the completely dark bathroom. The quietness of the room was eerie. I took another step forward and breathed in deeply, trying to detect him.

The distinct sound of a door being locked had me whipping around in the direction I just came from. I took in a shaky breath, my heart pounding. I knew it was Dallas but somehow that made it even scarier.

Suddenly my body was pressed against the door and my hands were detained above my head. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel the familiar satisfying sensation of Dallas’ hard on digging in to my own crotch. His breath came in short, hot gusts at my face and my body tingled with desire. He didn’t speak.

I struggled underneath him, trying to press my arousal into his so he would know what I wanted. But I guess he didn’t care. He forced my back against the door, detaching our lower bodies, and I whimpered at the loss of contact from his crotch.

I felt his lips graze my ear and my breath hitched in my throat.

“See what it’s like to have me so close, but not being able to do anything about it?” he whispered, taking my earlobe between his teeth.

I tried to respond but all that came out was “uh-huh,” in a deep moan.

He sucked on the skin under my ear and I could feel my penis twitch. He detached himself and hovered above my neck.

“You should be glad you turn me on so fucking much, otherwise I would be gouging those cheerleaders throats out,” he drawled in chilling whisper that had me arching my back in pleasure already. Jesus I’m such a light weight.

All I could do was moan his name.

He groaned in response, dropping my arms and sneaking his hands under my shirt to caress my naked flesh. One of my hands grabbed his hip and pushed him in to me further. The other hand dug into his hair as he began biting on the skin of my neck.

He broke away slightly. “What do you want me to do to you, Troye?” he whispered in that deep sexy voice that just completely melted my insides.

I wanted so badly to tell him to fuck me but I couldn’t find my voice.

And we were in school.

So all I did was groan.

He pressed himself against me and ran his tongue along the various hickeys on my neck.

“What was that Troye?” he said in a sarcastic manner, laughing a little.  I groaned angrily at his annoying tendencies. Can’t he just do whatever the fuck he wants to me?!

“Ooh someone’s feeling a little feisty!” he said, biting into my neck. “I like feisty,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear.

“Oh just kiss me you idiot!” I managed to yell before grabbing his head and pressing my lips to his fiercely. He moaned as I jumped up on his waist, the two of us falling against the opposite wall.

Right as I was about to unbutton his pants, a sharp knock at the bathroom door had me flying a mile a minute off his body. Dallas stifled a laugh as he clutched my body to his, slamming his hand over my mouth.

“Hello?” a familiar voice called.

“Dallas? Troye?”

Dallas groaned in annoyance and flicked on the lights before ripping the door open.

“God damnit Sam did you have to---OH shit! Sorry Dylan!”

I peeked out from behind Dallas to see a terrified looking Dylan.

“God man, I thought you were Sam. What’s up?”

Dylan relaxed and smiled. “I was just coming to warn you guys that some dick tried to get in here before and went to the office to tell them someone had locked it. Principal Brynn is on his way down here now.”

“Shit, thanks man. If Brynn walked in on that I don’t know if he’d ever be the same,” Dallas said in all seriousness, shaking his head.

Dylan burst out laughing.

“Jesus, Chamberlain! No need for the vivid mental images. I said I was cool with it, not seeing it!”

Both of them laughing, Dallas grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway after Dylan. Lunch was still going on so the hallway was empty.

Dylan paused in front of the lunchroom door and turned back to us.

“Well I’ll see you two crazy cats later. Be safe,” he said with a wink and disappeared.

Dallas pulled me along down the hallway and stopped after we were out of sight from the bathroom and the cafeteria.

He pulled me into his chest and looked down at me.

“Troye this is so hard,” he said with a whine. I buried my face in his chest and agreed with him as he rubbed my back.

“Dallees? Omega?”

Dallas and I simultaneously groaned as we broke apart to face Colette. She stared at us suspiciously, her black hair falling in curls around her face. She had on much too much makeup for school and a long black dress. She looked like she was going to a funeral.

Before either of us could speak, Dallas’ phone rang.

Cursing, he pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. It was Randy.

Dallas told him to hold on, and grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Colette, telling her he would talk to her later. She stormed off in a rush and I secretly smiled.

Dallas turned back to his phone.

“Randy, what’s up?”

“Oh thank god! Okay, crisis averted,” Randy responded, seemingly out of breath.

“What are you talking about?” Dallas responded, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Just…just don’t, under any circumstances, break up with Colette until you come home and talk to me. I have something I think you would like to hear.”

“Uhh… should I be worried?” Dallas asked uneasily.

“Dude! You should be relieved! Now remember what I said, and come straight home once you finish school. And Dallas?”

“yeah?”

“I’m really glad you’re okay. Your pack filled me in on what happened and I’m so happy you and Troye are fine.”

Dallas smiled genuinely.

“Thanks, Ran. Love you man.”

“You too, Dal. Catch ya later.”

~~

Dallas

I watched from across the room as Troye tried to balance his pencil between his nose and his lip. He began tilting his chair back and crossing his eyes back and forth, clearly not paying attention to Ms. Jensen’s US History lesson.

Be careful, pup. If Jensen sees you fooling around she’s gonna let her pregnant hormonal wrath out on you.

Troye whipped his head around and smiled at me, all four legs of his chair now on the ground. I guess he received my message. But seriously Jensen was a pregnant bitch, even I’m afraid of her. Troye’s eyes were still latched onto mine as I received a response.

I’d rather have you let your hormonal wrath out on me.

He winked as my face heated despite the smirk on my face. Two can play at this game.

Baby I’ll let my wrath out on you all night.

Troye’s eyes widened and he let out a small gasp. Luckily no one noticed. I chuckled. He scrunched up his face in annoyance and then his eyes began to twinkle. Shit what have I gotten myself into.

Oh that’s too bad… I’ve already made plans with Issac tonight. Maybe next time.

He sent me one last victorious look before turning around and facing the teacher as I sat in my chair practically foaming at the mouth. He knew just how to get to me and that was by making me jealous. I was just about to get up and go to the bathroom because I could feel a change coming on, but the scene in front of me halted my efforts.

Issac--who of course was sitting next to Troye--had just draped his arm across the back of Troye’s chair after sending me a death glare. I had sent one back and damn did it work, Issac’s head was spinning back around in a matter of seconds. But as his eyes made their way back to Ms. Jensen, he paused, his stare lingering at Troye’s neck. My ears prickled in intrigue.

“T-Troye..” Issac had said quietly. Troye glanced back at him for a second, a smirk still playing at the corners of his lips.

“What’s up?” Troye whispered back, barely even looking at him. His gaze had found mine again somehow and he was making obscene gestures with his tongue and his cheek. I bit back a laugh.

“Your neck…” Issac said, even more quietly this time.

“What about it?” Troye asked, annoyance present in his tone as he continued pulling faces at me. He was just too adorable.

“You’ve got hickeys all over your neck!” Issac whisper-shouted, shocking Troye out of his game. Troye’s face fell and his cheeks turned bright red as he desperately tried to cover his neck with his hands.

I leaned back in my chair with a smug expression, Issac absolutely livid. He kept asking Troye if it was the cheerleaders or even Sam, but Troye just shook his head, pleading with Issac to get back to work.

My eyes bore holes in the back of his head as he kept pestering Troye. God damn kid why can’t he take a freaking hint? Troye isn’t into him. Get that through your thick skull Issac, he’s in love with me.

The jealousy from earlier was completely gone as soon as that thought entered my head. I had nothing to worry about. It was me and my pup forever and no one could change that. My lips parted into a small smile, my eyes fluttered shut as I thought about him.

My eyes snapped open as I felt someone’s gaze on me. I looked over at Troye’s row. He was still furiously blushing and trying to concentrate on the lesson, but Issac wasn’t. His eyes searched the classroom for something or another, and a soon as they landed on me, oh hell.

I shot him that smug, triumphant look from before as our eyes meet. He narrowed his eyes at me and I decided to chance my luck. My eyes flickered over to Troye and I intentionally licked my lips seductively, knowing full well that Issac was still looking at me. Hate radiated off him in waves. That’s right, Issy-poo. Troye is mine.

I heard Issac gasp as his eyes darted between the two of us. Troye glanced up at him in confusion as Issac began muttering phrases to himself like “it can’t be” and “no fucking way.”

“What are you muttering about now, Is?” Troye asked in a tired tone, rubbing his hands on his face.

Issac turned back to Troye, a menacing expression on his face. “Dallas?! You choose Dallas over me?”

Troye’s skin turned sheet white, no emotion evident on his face except fear. His entire body radiated it and I finally realized the reality of the situation.

I just fucked us over.

Completely.

If I wasn’t such a good damn territorial prick, Issac wouldn’t have picked up on my blatant hints and found out. Odds are he’s going to tell the whole school that Troye and Dallas, the stepbrothers, get frisky in the bathrooms during 5th period! By next class everyone’s going to think we’re a pair of incest, gay freaks and Troye’s life will be ruined. The last thing he wants is to come out and I’ll be damned if I let that happen because I was acting like a douche.

I heard Troye gulp from across the room.

“What are you talking about Issac?” he said evenly, but quietly, despite the obvious terror present in his eyes.

“He’s the one who gave you all those disgusting hickeys!” Issac retorted,