Leave Your Sins At The Door

3 “Paper Airplane”

CHAPTER 3

When her first class ended, Amelia quickly gathered her things, pulled on her baseball cap, and rushed out the door, weaving past the crowd of women openly flirting with Kyler and vying for his attention. His light blue eyes followed Amelia as he adjusted his silver pilot-rimmed eyeglasses, all while smiling at the young girls in front of him.

Amelia walked down the hallway, head low, timidly adjusting her backpack. She tried to avoid drawing more attention, even though she knew everyone already recognized her.

“Miss Prescott, wait!”

She stopped in her tracks and looked back towards where the voice was coming from.

“Milly,” Kyler corrected himself before adding, “let’s talk for a sec–”

Amelia gritted her teeth before she started running away again from Kyler. She found herself panting and hiding in the corner of a building while she felt her heart beating faster and harder inside her chest. Each stride was an attempt to outrun the echoes of laughter, the sting of a slap, and most of all, the suffocating memory of his manipulative charm.

All Amelia wanted was to disappear every time she crossed paths with him. She knew that running away from him was not going to last long and that she had to face him. But for now, all she could do was run and hide.

“How in hell did you survive that entire class with him in front and talking like it was something normal?” Amelia muttered, still heavily panting. She placed her hand over her chest and felt her heart beating very fast, but she exhaled heavily through her parted lips.

He took a seat in the library, leaving his two friends, Jax and Owen, to talk amongst themselves. Meanwhile, he was busy flirting with a girl at another table, who was captivated by his bright, pretty emerald green eyes.

The girl across from him smiled flirtatiously, pushing her hair behind her ear. It was clear he was trying to seduce her to get into her pants, and she was evidently more than willing, giggling and flexing her long legs by crossing them to catch his eye.

“I still can’t believe she dares to come back after that viral video,” Jax chuckled, shaking his head as he pretended to read the book in his hands.

Owen nodded, a chuckle rumbling in his throat. “Wasn’t the teacher’s assistant the guy from that same video?”

Jax exclaimed, “Oh yeah!” as he slammed his book shut with a loud thwack, drawing several “shushes” and curious glances. He quickly lowered his head as he scratched his nape, sheepishly mouthing, “Sorry.”

Owen couldn’t help but chuckle softly from his seat.

“Shut up,” Jax muttered, smacking Owen, who was still laughing, before turning to Sterling. “Remind me again why the hell we’re even here when you don’t read books?”

Sterling rose from his seat and approached the girl he’d been flirting with for the past minute.

“Can you believe this guy?” Jax asked Owen, shaking his head.

Owen merely shrugged. “Oh, you know Sterling. He’s like a walking erection in a crowd of hungry women.”

Sterling McCade had the most handsome, dimpled smile, almost a bit too devilish-looking. It always had a way of making girls shiver and excited. He was incredibly good-looking, a fact he consistently exploited to his advantage.

Women adored his bright green eyes, especially the way he’d gaze at them with such lust, making each feel as though they were the center of his universe. It was an illusion, of course; Sterling’s true renown stemmed from his almost god-like good looks, charismatic charm, his towering height, and his chiseled, muscular physique, all contributing to his well-known appeal among women.

Most of all, women worshiped his girthy and lengthy d**k that he has always been so proud of because he knew how to use it. Very much.

As Sterling idly crumpled the paper with a naughty message and address written on it, from the girl in the library, into a makeshift airplane while walking down the hallway, his gaze landed on a familiar figure. Across the way, a person in a baggy hoodie, whom he recognized immediately despite not knowing her name. She was heading to her next class, but she kept her head down, carefully avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Yet Sterling continued to watch her from afar.

He waited until Amelia was about to turn the corner, almost out of sight. Just as her foot lifted for the turn, Sterling casually tossed a crumpled paper airplane. It wasn’t a grand, soaring flight; instead, it flew low and fast, designed to thump gently right onto her nape.

Amelia flinched violently, a small, choked gasp escaping her. Her hand immediately flew to the spot, staring at the paper airplane next to her foot. She spun around, eyes wide and scanning the now quiet hallway. Her gaze darted, frantic and confused, until it landed on Sterling. He hadn’t moved, still leaning against the wall, but a slow, knowing smirk played on his lips.

She hesitantly picked up the paper airplane, and as soon as she unfolded it, she found the written message: “Meet me at dorm 2B and let's discover each other’s bodies in the dark. I’m sure my tongue can please you like no one else has.”

She pulled her head up and met his green eyes as he simply raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his eyes, as if to say, Got your attention now, didn't I? The unexpected, almost childish act, coupled with his unnervingly confident stare, sent a chill down Amelia’s spine, far more unsettling than any shout.

Knowing what the paper contained, Sterling’s devilishly handsome smile only broadened.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper, filled with a raw mix of disbelief and seething anger. She glanced back at Sterling, still lounging against the wall with that infuriating smirk.

His easy arrogance and blatant disregard for boundaries made her stomach churn, especially as his two friends also watched her. Amelia’s eyes narrowed at Sterling, at the way he was looking at her.

A silent, fierce vow solidified deep within her. He wasn’t just annoying; he was a problem.