Beautiful Disaster 02 Walking Disaster Read Free

limp vegetables, dry meat, and
overripe fruits. Jesus. Her voice made dogs howl, and children perk up to see what cartoon character had come to life.
    Regardless of my dismissal, both girls followed.
    “Shep.” I nodded. He was sitting with America, laughing with the people around him. The pigeon from the fight sat across from him, poking at her food with a plastic fork. My voice
seemed to pique her curiosity. I could feel her big eyes follow me to the end of the table where I tossed my tray.
    I heard Lexi giggle, forcing me to restrain the irritation boiling inside me. When I sat, she used my knee for a chair.
    Some of the guys from the football team sitting at our table watched in awe, as if being followed by two inarticulate tarts was an unattainable aspiration for them.
    Lexi slid her hand under the table and then pressed her fingers into my thigh as she made her way up the inseam of my jeans. I spread my legs a little wider, waiting for her to reach her
mark.
    Just before I felt her hands on me, America’s loud murmurs traveled down the table.
    “I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.”
    Lexi turned, her entire body rigid. “I heard that, skank.”
    A dinner roll flew past Lexi’s face and bounced off the floor. Shepley and I traded glances, and then I let my knee give way.
    Lexi’s ass bounced off the cafeteria tile. I admit, it turned me on a little hearing the sound of her skin slap against the ceramic.
    She didn’t complain much before walking away. Shepley seemed to appreciate my gesture, and that was good enough for me. My toleration for girls like Lexi only lasted so long. I had one
rule: respect. For me, my family, and for my friends. Hell, even some of my enemies deserved respect. I didn’t see a reason to associate longer than necessary with people who didn’t
understand that life lesson. It might sound hypocritical to the women that have passed through my apartment door, but if they carried themselves with respect, I would have given it to them.
    I winked at America, who seemed satisfied, nodded to Shepley, and then took another bite of whatever was on my plate.
    “Nice job last night, Mad Dog,” Chris Jenks said, flicking a crouton across the table.
    “Shut up, dumb ass,” Brazil said in his typical low voice. “Adam will never let you back in if he hears you’re talking.”
    “Oh. Yeah,” he said, shrugging.
    I took my tray to the trash, and then returned to my seat with a frown. “And don’t call me that.”
    “What? Mad Dog?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Why not? I thought that was your Circle name. Kind of like your stripper name.”
    My eyes targeted Jenks. “Why don’t you shut up and give that hole in your face a chance to heal.”
    I’d never liked that little worm.
    “Sure thing, Travis. All you had to do was say so.” He chuckled nervously before gathering his trash and heading out.
    Before long, most of the lunchroom was empty. I glanced down to see Shepley and America still hanging around, talking with her friend. She had long, wavy hair, and her skin was still bronzed
from summer break. She didn’t have the biggest tits I’d ever seen, but her eyes . . . they were a weird gray color. Familiar somehow.
    There was no way I’d met her before, but something about her face reminded me of something I couldn’t put my finger on.
    I stood up and walked toward her. She had the hair of a porn star, and the face of an angel. Her eyes were almond shaped and uniquely beautiful. That was when I saw it: behind the beauty and
fake innocence was something else, something cold and calculating. Even when she smiled, I could see sin so deeply ingrained in her that no cardigan could hide it. Those eyes floated above her tiny
nose, and smooth features. To anyone else, she was pure and naive, but this girl was hiding something. I knew only because the same sin had dwelled in me my entire life. The difference was she held
it deep within her, and I let mine out of its cage on a