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Chapter 42 - Chapter 42

Travis quickly arrived at the library, his pace steady as he walked inside. As he approached the counter, he spotted Jane, casually engrossed in her phone, typing away without a care. Her eyes were locked on the screen until his shadow loomed closer, prompting her to raise her head.

When her eyes met his, it was as if a jolt of electricity surged through her body. She was struck by just how much more handsome he looked today. Words escaped her, and she simply stared, mesmerized by his presence, unable—or unwilling—to break her gaze.

Noticing her dazed state, Travis smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He hadn't forgotten the little stunt she pulled at the dinner table, and now was the perfect time for a little payback. Without warning, he leaped over the counter, startling her.

"You know what, I kinda want us to fuck right here," he whispered with a devilish grin, his hand trailing slowly down her back before firmly grasping her perky ass.

Jane's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching as she turned to face him, meeting his towering frame and feeling the heat of his body. She inhaled deeply, and the scent of his musky, masculine pheromones made her head spin, stirring something primal within her. Her eyes fluttered, desire threatening to overtake her.

But then, Travis playfully spanked her ass, snapping her back to reality.

"I'm joking. Can't have my sweet Jane fired, now can I?" he teased, jumping back over the counter to his original side, leaving Jane reeling from the sudden wave of lust that was rapidly fading.

He noticed the flash of disappointment on her face and grinned, satisfied with her reaction.

"Hey, Jane, hope you're doing alright on this fine morning," he said, his voice smooth and teasing, a smile playing on his lips.

Jane, still wearing a scowl, didn't bother responding, her frustration clear. Travis chuckled at her silence. "Come on, don't be mad. I mean, you did the same thing to me not too long ago," he reminded her, his grin widening.

"Fuck you," Jane snapped, flipping him off. "What do you want?"

Unfazed, Travis leaned against the counter, still grinning. "I need a French book about food. Do you have any in stock?"

Jane, still fuming, reluctantly started typing into her computer. "No, we don't. But our partner has one. I can have it delivered here for you," she replied curtly.

"Perfect. When can I get it?" he asked.

"Today," she said, eyeing him. "But before you get it, I want you to do me a favor."

Travis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sure, as long as it's within my power."

"You sound like Shenron," she muttered with a smirk. "I need you to retrieve three overdue books from your classmates at school. I've tried contacting them, but no luck. If you bring their books here, I'll give you yours... and maybe something extra as a reward."

"Oh, that sounds pretty intriguing," Travis replied with a grin. "Alright. I'll do it. See you then."

With that, he turned and exited the library, heading back toward the school.

He knew exactly where to start—Dexter's locker. It wasn't hard to find; the dented and scratched metal stood out from the rest like a beacon. Travis strolled up to it, smirking at the sight.

The locker swung open with a groan, and inside, the overdue book sat right on top, just as he expected. But there was more. Other items were scattered around that made him raise an eyebrow in question. Some personal things that led him to wonder about Dexter's interests.

He wasn't about to stick around and dive any deeper into Dexter's world. The last thing he needed was to end up with the same clueless expression Dexter always wore. Grabbing the book, he shoved it into his bag and moved on.

The next stop: Martinez.

"Fuck, I wanted to let those two stew a little longer, but I guess not," Travis thought with a sigh, already knowing where to find her. The shower rooms. For some reason, she and Lopez liked hanging around there.

He made his way to the showers, slipping in quietly. As expected, her bag sat by the entrance, its familiar logo an easy target. He didn't bother snooping any further; no need to peek at whatever they were up to. He crouched down, unzipped the bag, and quickly pulled out the book, tucking it into his own bag with practiced efficiency.

Without lingering, he left, the task nearly complete.

SYKE!!!

Travis approached the showers quietly, his curiosity piqued by the soft sounds echoing from within. Peeking around the corner, he caught sight of Martinez on her knees, her fingers buried deep inside Lopez, who leaned back against the tiled wall, her head thrown back in pleasure. Martinez's hand moved rhythmically, finger-fucking Lopez while her mouth eagerly worked on Lopez's clit, flicking her tongue over it in quick, deliberate strokes.

He watched closely, his heart racing as the scene unfolded before him. The way Martinez's fingers moved, the wet sounds mixing with Lopez's soft moans—it was mesmerizing. Lopez's body twitched, her thighs trembling as she gripped the sides of the shower for support, completely lost in the sensation.

Travis leaned in slightly, trying to catch every detail. "Maybe I'll learn something," he thought to himself, his eyes fixated on how expertly Martinez handled Lopez, the raw intimacy of the moment making it hard to look away.

He then paused, suddenly self-conscious about how he must look right now.

"WHAT AM I DOING?!" he thought, shaking his head as he turned around and walked away in a hurry.

[A/N: Only real ones know where that reference is from. It has to do with a certain bunny.]

Exiting the shower block, he contemplated his next move.

"Should I go to Erik's place? Nah, I'll see him after school. She did say the afternoon, but not exactly what time," he mused, pushing thoughts of his friends aside for the moment.

Deciding to head back to class, he made his way down the hall. However, he was soon met by the ever-fuming Principal Mrs. Smith, her expression as intimidating as ever. But as soon as she spotted him, a smile bloomed on her face, one that looked almost predatory, as if she had found exactly what she was looking for.

"Travis, follow me, please," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. He nodded, not wanting to provoke her further. After all, this wasn't a sign of weakness; it was just smart.

He trailed behind her to her office, his curiosity piqued. As they entered, he noticed a large box sitting beside the door.

"You ordered this, am I right?" she asked, taking a seat on her desk and crossing her legs. In that split second, Travis caught a glimpse of her panties, a sight that made him smile internally.

"Guess I should be paying more attention," he thought, quickly averting his gaze.

"Yes, I did. What's up?" he replied, trying to keep his tone casual despite the slight tension in the air.

TO BE CONTINUED.