Derek knew the other guy was talking about the bitches that had surrounded the girl earlier. He was usually laidback, but even his hackles had immediately risen at the way those stupid bitches had talked shit about Jaike. He had been about to go over and help her, but Angelo had appeared out of nowhere, beating him to the punch.
She smiled at the other man, her face softening. “I never do. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Angelo grinned. “Good. I was afraid I’d have to join my first bitch fight just to protect you.”
She laughed, the melodic sound stroking Derek like a siren’s call.
The two spent more than a few minutes chatting and laughing. Her smile was breath-taking. It was the most beautiful thing about her, lighting her face up in a way that made him want to find out if she would give him that smile if - no, when – he took her body.
His fists clenched as Jaike kept on smiling at the other man. Derek wanted to hoard her smile so that no other man would know how lovely she was.
“I have to go,” Valencia said when a faculty member waved him to come over from the opposite side of the auditorium. He stepped in front of Jaike, which placed him directly in Derek’s line of vision as well.
A possessive warning glinted in Valencia’s gaze just before he bent down to kiss Jaike on the cheek.
Fucking asshole. Derek wanted to beat the other man up but knew it wouldn’t help him. He wasn’t blind. A lot of girls went for the bad boy – the rebel without a cause, but he knew that Jaike Hepburn was not like that. She would choose Valencia over him because she was the type to want someone she was comfortable with, someone who wouldn’t make her heart race or force her to lose control.
Jaike Hepburn would not want someone like Derek Christopoulos – even if she needed him as much as he needed her.
“Hi.” He strolled towards her as soon as Valencia turned his back, uncaring if the other man heard him or not.
She had the look of a cornered rabbit as she took in all of him. Derek almost groaned at his bad choice of words. They made him imagine Jaike on her knees, taking his throbbing dick into her mouth.
“H-hi.” It had taken Jaike quite a while to speak, and Derek tried not to be offended at how she clearly didn’t want to look anywhere but him.
“I’m Derek by the way.” He suppressed a smile as she ducked her head so she could pretend she didn’t see his outstretched hand.
“Jaike Hepburn,” she mumbled.
“I know.”
Her head snapped up.
“I’ve been watching you the moment you arrived.”
A bemused look entered her eyes.
“I’m thinking maybe we could go out after this, just to get to know each other better?”
Her face turned red. “Umm, no, sorry, but thanks.”
It took more than a moment for Derek to realize that she had shot him down.
He tried again. “Are you worried because I’m a stranger? I’m a Christopoulos.” He tried not to flush at the words. He had never used his name as a bargaining tool, but for this girl he was apparently willing to do anything. “The whole school can vouch for me.”
“I know you’re a…a…Christopoulos.” She had a cute frustrated look in her eyes, but it wasn’t enough to make him take pity. His pride was stung, knowing that she was implicitly choosing Valencia over him. Was she really that much of a fool to think she would be satisfied with second best?
Her shoulders lifted in a helpless shrug. “But I just don’t…”
“You really don’t want to go out with me?”