Jaded Page 1

Author: Tijan

Series: Jaded #1

Genres: New Adult , Romance


“Hey, baby.”

Corrigan Raimler was my school’s most popular leech. He’s the guy who’s at the top of the food chain and hits on anything with two legs and a vagina. That’s this guy.

Didn’t help he was stereotypically gorgeous to boot with shaggy blonde hair, green sparklers for eyes, and perfectly formed lips. They were sculpted by a goddess, or Corrigan liked to brag.

He took two things seriously, his friends (Bryce and myself) and women (sex).

“Hi, Corrigan,” I murmured as I grabbed my calculus book. I checked my mirror.

I wasn’t really vain; I just wanted to make sure that my hair didn’t look like a bird’s nest or something. It didn’t, but I usually always had it under control. My hair grazed the tops of my shoulders. I turned my head and grinned when I saw the dark brunette color shimmer black from the light.

Corrigan draped an arm across my neighbor’s locker and ignored their weak—kneed protest as he turned his back to them.

I didn’t look. I already knew he wanted something and he had his trademark panty-melting grin on that face of his.

The green eyes helped, trust me.

“What are you doing this weekend?”

“Why? What do you want?” I moved down the hallway and Corrigan snapped my locker shut as he kept pace.

The flies flew around us and no one jostled us.

“Harris is throwing a party.”

Shock. Not. Harris always throws parties.

“So?” I drawled out, bored as I turned to my class. Corrigan followed behind and draped his arms across the back of my chair. He wrapped his arms around me and breathed into my ear.

My table partner, Leisha, nearly fell off her chair. No joke.

“I was hoping you’d go.”

“Why? Want to get laid?” Corrigan always wanted to get laid, but the joke was that he’d never get laid by me.

“Well….” He glanced to Leisha and shooed her away.

Leisha shooed and he dropped into her seat.

“You’ve got the hookup with Steele, right?”

Here it was.

“You want to get laid by Denton Steele? I didn’t know you swung that way,” I teased. Denton and I weren’t friends. We weren’t even screw-buddies. It was a one time deal and I wasn’t looking to extending it to a two-time deal. He might’ve been the locally grown national heartthrob, but I hadn’t wanted another go with the movie star.

Corrigan ignored that as he leaned closer to me, for my ears only, “Word is that he’s got a hot sister coming home for the summer. You should go visit, make friends, and bring her to the party.”

“Why would I go and visit the female Steele?”

“No, no. Not her, but him. And then make friends with her!” Corrigan nudged my knee.

“Mr. Raimler,” Mr. Aldross barked with a frown. He wasn’t a Corrigan fan, but not many were. Although, they liked myself and Bryce even less and that said a lot.

“Yes, Mr. Aldy?” Corrigan returned smoothly and leaned back in his chair. He removed the arm around my shoulder and the one that had been kneading my leg.

“This isn’t your class. What are you doing here?”

“Well, Mr. Aldy…” Corrigan took a deep breath, ready to jump into his charming act.

Mr. Aldross shook his head and barked, “Get out before detention. I don’t have time to play your game.”

There was a spark of disappointment in Corrigan’s eyes, but he stood slowly, winked at me, and moved to the door. Just before he left, Mr. Aldross called out, “And Mr. Raimler…”


“I enforce a no-mauling policy in my classrooms. You and Miss Jeneve can pick up your ‘mauling’ elsewhere from now on.”

Corrigan barked out a laugh and suggested to me, “What do you think, Sheldon?

You, me, janitor’s closet in forty eight minutes?”

The classroom laughed. Mr. Aldross frowned.

I winked and drawled back, “Which one?”

“Get out,” Mr. Aldross barked again and Corrigan left, satisfied.

“Miss Jeneve.” Mr. Aldross frowned my way.

“Yes?” I yawned and stretched, knowing my br**sts were nicely outlined against my thin top. Sometimes the game was so easy…sometimes.

“Would you please write your answers to questions eight and ten on the board?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Aldross.” I stood and walked to the board. As I grabbed the chalk, I spoke up, “And Mr. Aldross?”

“Yes, Sheldon?” He asked, weary.

“Corrigan can maul me, but I don’t maul back.” I sent him a seductive grin and whispered, “Just wanted you to know.”

Mr. Aldross shook his head, probably in disappointment while more than a few coughed behind me.

Just then the door opened again and Bryce Scout strolled in to take a seat at my table. Bryce was Corrigan’s exact opposite, but the two fitted the best friend duo perfectly. Corrigan smoozed anyone and everyone he chose while Bryce produced the same results with his silence. The quintessential gorgeous bad boy: black Mohawk, sea blue eyes, and cheekbones that couldn’t compare to how the rest of his body was chiseled. Anyway, Corrigan talked and Bryce listened. It worked for the two and they were the top of the social hierarchy.

I heard the swift intake of breath from nearly all the girls in the room, but I often wondered why half of them fell over backwards when Bryce was around. He didn’t give so many the time of day.

“Mr. Scout,” Mr. Aldross sighed. “You’re late. Again.”

Bryce greeted him by laying his head down on the table. He closed his eyes and the class watched as he promptly fell asleep.

I laughed.

A few others laughed and Mr. Aldross stood in shock. The disrespect was damning and it didn’t help to come on the heels of the Corrigan and Sheldon show.

“Mr. Scout, you will wake up as you progress to the principal’s office.” And Mr. Aldross must’ve had enough.

Bryce lifted his piercing blue eyes and grinned triumphantly as he looked right at me. He quickly grabbed his books and left, but I knew that’s what Bryce had wanted.

Mr. Aldross glared, “Miss Jeneve, please return Mr. Scout to the classroom. You can inform him that I’ve changed my mind.” No doubt, he wanted to torture Bryce by making him actually stay in a class.