Loathing Temptation (Lockgrove Bay #1) - Caz May Page 0,3
and unzipping it to grab out my rainbow unicorn pencil case.
I should have gotten a new one—as I’m sure to be teased—but I love the worn look of it and it’s done me well for the last five years. I know I partly keep it because it was the last thing Mum gave me before she died.
Five years have passed and I still can’t get the image of her limp body out of my mind. I can still see the whole scene of when I found her dead in the bathroom of our tiny flat, bottles of pills strewn across the floor and the stench of vomit in the air.
I swallow the lump and bile in my throat down, grabbing out the rest of my books for first period; English.
I can do this. New Tempany—well Te—can do this.
One foot in front of the other, Te.
Turning to head back down the hallway, I swear when the bell sounds I can feel eyes on me. Eyes that can see through my stupid outfit. And eyes that know the old me.
But when I turn around the hallways are filling with students—at lockers—hugging and kissing and no one is giving me a second glance.
If I keep to myself, go to the library during break times and straight home to Dad’s after school I won’t see him.
But I kinda want to see him in person to see if he remembers me. And maybe—in my dreams—he might just want the new me.
Three
Ashton
Even after Tempany heads back down the corridor and the halls start to fill with my classmates, I’m still standing by my locker, in a goddamn daze.
She looked fucking sinful in that outfit. And I hate that Ash Jnr had decided to throb in my daks. Thank fuck for black basketball shorts, as they can hide a boner better than grey ones.
I gulp, grabbing the rest of my books out for the hell of first period, first day back at school and in my case every Monday morning hell, as I have Maths.
I’m still stupid when it comes to Maths. I’ll never understand numbers and formulas like Dad.
He’s deluded, thinking I’ll be a businessman like him.
I just want to play basketball and being Captain I’m hoping a scholarship to play at uni is on the cards.
Anything to get out of Lockgrove Bay.
Slamming my locker shut, I turn to head down the hallway and find Zeke standing next to me, grinning.
“You right mate?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost or some shit.”
“You could say that,” I reply, biting down on my lip, trying to not let images of Tempany in that outfit fill my head.
Zeke follows me down the corridor.
“What gives man? You’re acting like a nutter today. I don’t think Fallon gave you your balls back.”
I push the door of the classroom open, actually early for the final bell, and give my best mate dagger eyes when we sit down next to each other.
“She’s back, Zeke.”
“Who?”
“You know who.”
“Melody?” he asks, referring to the chick who got knocked up by our teammate Grant. I wanna slap him about the head for being so daft.
“No, you dipshit. Her.”
He glares at me, recognition hitting his mind.
“Her? Her? As in Tempany?”
“Yes, her,” I snap at him before laughing when Mr Daniels clears his throat from the front of the room. He looks like a wanker, with a dick up his gay arse.
He presses his palms into the desk, sticking his arse in the air, and I chuckle under my breath, elbowing Zeke.
“Mr D looks like he’s taking the ‘d' up his tight arse,” I whisper to my best mate. He cracks up, and Mr Daniels seethes.
From up the front, Mr Daniels then glares at my best mate with steam practically coming out of his ears.
“Would you care to share what’s so funny, Ezekiel?” Mr Daniels demands, balling his fists and giving Zeke dagger eyes. He most certainly has a dick up his arse or needs one if he’s not getting any.
Zeke sniggers, his eyes darting to me for a moment. “Well, Mr D, Ashton just said he was wondering if you played with any balls over the summer?”
Mr D almost screams out some angry slur. But curbs his sudden anger by clenching his fists tighter. The whole class erupts into laughter and Mr D goes tomato red, which obviously means he did play with some balls over the summer holidays.
Stupid gay tosser.
“Ezekiel that is highly inappropriate and my personal life is none of your business.”