Chapter 10

Harry Johnson's POV

"Oh, you mean that moment where your girl let me eat her out?" 

My whole world froze. What the fuck did he just say? No seriously, what the fuck did he just say? Because my ears must be full of wax and there was no way this orange ball just confessed to eating out my Miss Williams. 

"I beg your fucking pardon." I practically growled, anger bubbling up inside me. Tell me I was wrong, ginger boy. 

Lucas, noticing me getting more and more pissed, avoided eye contact. "Nothing."

"Nah you said it now, speak up big man!" 

Why wasn't he denying it? Why wasn't he telling me I was wrong? It couldn’t be true. I looked over at Miss Williams who avoids eye contact by looking at the ground. 

There was no way my Brook would have done that to me, she was too innocent. But the look of guilt on her face made me doubt my own intuition. Have I been cheated on? 

I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on when the bell rings and Lucas flew out of the room. I ran after him, no way I was letting him get away without explaining himself. 

"Oi! Come back here!" I bellowed after him as he pushed students out the way to get away from me. I wasn't letting him out of my sight. 

I remained on his tail until he turned an unexpected corner and paced off far ahead. After regaining my composure, I floored it outside the school building. My mind was buzzing, reeling with anger and rage. 

My women had been touched by hands that weren't mine. I'd been disrespected, challenged, Lucas had to me dealt with. 

I searched around until my eyes finally spotted him. He was distracted by something in his hand. Idiot, now was not the time to get caught off guard. 

I grabbed him by the collar and drag him behind the school. He gagged on contact, clearly not expecting my attack. Once we get there, I pushed him up against the wall, still holding onto his collar. He squirmed like a worm under my grip, fear set deep in his eyes. 

"You've been tasting my women, yeah? Taste this." I rammed a fist in Lucas' stomach causing him to cradle over in pain. Next, I shoved him back against the wall and forced him to look at me. "You like the taste of slut on your lips, is that it?" 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he flopped his head over in shame. I gripped his cheeks and yanked his face up to look at me.

 "Fucking answer me, bitch" I spat. My nails dug into his cheeks leaving crescent-shaped imprints. "I said fucking answer." 

Lucas' mouth opened to speak. His lips moved in sync to make an accurate 'O' shape. But the sound that left his lips were not words, it wasn’t a sentence or a coherent answer of any sort.

I paused. Did he just moan? 

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***To be continued***

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