Bad Things

7. On the Brink of Insanity

A groan tried to work its way up his throat, but he managed to hold it back as he moved up the row to the front. He had to keep his grades up or football was out of the question.

"Hey, Kiera," he said, when he reached her.

She glanced up at him and bit her bottom lip, while sitting down on the top of her desk. "Hey, gorgeous."

God, she was annoying. What the hell had he ever seen in her? Oh, right, she was hot and she put out.

"So, listen." Shawn lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck. "I kind of spaced during class—you know how I get on game days—anyway, I was wondering if I could borrow your notes? I'll give them back after study hall."

"Hmm," she hummed. "Shawn Mendes needs a favor from me?" She stood, tracing her finger up his arm, over his shoulder, to his jaw. She stopped at his chin and held him there. "What do I get in return?"

Shawn clenched his teeth in an effort not to say anything rude. "What do you want?"

"Well," she licked her lips and held the tip of her tongue to the top one, "what I want I'm pretty sure I can't have." She tapped her finger against her mouth.

Shawn rolled his eyes. So, they'd dated, they'd screwed, but couldn't she tell he wasn't interested anymore? Did she have no damn pride?

Kiera's eyes brightened. "Tell you what. I'll give you my notes, for ..." She grinned and leaned into him, until Shawn could feel her breath at his ear. "A kiss."

Shawn pulled back, his brows raised in surprise. "That's it? What's the catch?"

"No catch. Just a kiss."

Shawn glanced toward the front of the room where Mr. Watson was writing more boring shit on the board, then back at Kiera. A kiss was nothing. Hell, he'd kissed her more times than he could count, more times than he wanted to count. "Fine." He leaned in, but Kiera stopped him with one manicured finger to the lips.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not yet, lover boy."

"Kiera, quite screwing around. Do you want it or not?"

"Oh, I want it." She grinned. "Just ... later."

"But I wanted to copy the notes next period."

Kiera held out her notebook, and Shawn went to take it from her hand, but she tightened her grip. "You can have these now," she said, "in exchange for your word."

Shawn frowned. What the hell kind of game was she playing?

"I want you to promise that you'll deliver on your end, when I want, no questions asked."

"Fine." He grabbed for the notebook again, but she still held tight.