Carter by R.J. Lewis Read Free Book Online Page B

how we should do this exchange?” he went on. “Does five cover kisses and… handy activities? And how much more might involve that sweet mouth of yours?”
    “Fuck off, James,” Rome growled out.
    “Not talking to you, asshole,” James retorted. “And you talk back at me one more time and I’ll have my boys take care of that fucking mouth of yours.”
    I looked up from my assignment and shot Rome a look, warning him not to egg these bastards on. The last thing I needed was for his face to be painted in bruises. I slowly shook my head at him, and he glowered back, knowing damn well I was right.
    “So how about it?” James asked me, and I could hear the smirk in those words.
    This was not where I thought my afternoon would be going. I looked pitifully at my assignment. I’d get maybe a B - B+ if I was lucky handing it in the way it was. Because of James, my A streak was going to be broken.
    Motherfucking James.
    “Not gonna answer?” he pressed. “Or do you use your body to do that too?”
    I took a deep breath and finally stood up.
    James chuckled in surprise and took a step back as I turned to him. I took hold of the bill and stared down at it for a moment before I looked back up at him. The asshole wasn’t all that taller than me, and he wasn’t all that meaty either. I glanced from his head down to this shoes, and took a step closer to him.
    He stood his ground, his eyes growing a little wider, like he thought he had me. Nearing him until I was close to being flushed against the length of him, I trailed my finger down his torso slowly, smiling flirtatiously at him. He didn’t expect that, and the lust that suddenly stirred in the depths of his eyes was laughable. When my hand reached his jeans, I quickly grabbed his balls with my hand and squeezed.
    I squeezed hard . Harder than anything I’d ever squeezed before.
    Leaning into him as he shrieked suddenly from the move, I waved the bill in front of his face and told him, “You must think I’m trying to charge by the inch, in which case I think you’ve overpaid.”
    I threw the bill in his face and let go of him. He crumbled to the ground, grabbing at his junk and wheezing. His friends laughed down at him, their hands over their mouths like they were trying to stifle their sounds.
    “You’re a fucking dead bitch!” he screamed up at me, silencing the cafeteria. “Dead, Leah! I know where you live, you little trailer trash slut!”
    I tried to stand my ground. Tried my absolute hardest not to show him I was shaking from adrenaline this confrontation had stirred. I turned away and went to grab my notebook when I heard him howling again. I whipped my face in his direction and gasped at Carter bent over him, grabbing a fistful of his hair.
    “What did you just call her?” he growled. “Did you just threaten her life, you stupid piece of shit? I’m going to fucking kill you now, motherfucker!”
    The ass kicking James received after that would roam the hallways for over a year. It would keep every guy that ever thought of humiliating me away in fear of the same fate. Carter beat him to the ground, drawing blood, looking like a homicidal maniac. All the while, he ordered James to apologize to me, and James did.
    Dozens of times.
    I remember just standing there, watching every moment unfold, as the students around us screamed or laughed or ran in search of a teacher. I was horrified yet I couldn’t look away. Even Rome was trying to pull me away, telling me repeatedly to leave the cafeteria. I shook him off, and was rooted there, watching until the very last second.
    Carter got five good minutes in before three teachers descended upon him and tore him off of James. They dragged him out of the cafeteria, and I would later be called down to the office to discuss what had gone on with a very baffled Principal. I told the Principal everything, and he was dismayed by our actions.
    I didn’t get into trouble, but Carter was suspended for two