“Oh, look, the vampire slut,” she titters as I walk toward Ivory. It's not a fair venture, but I'm only in one of Ross's tees and panties.
I stare at her and try not to laugh at her attempt to be cruel. I’ve dealt with much worse, so much worse.
Crossing my arms, I just watch her scowl at me, not offering her anything. She wants a fight, wants to show the school she’s a bad bitch, but I couldn’t care less. Wearing only a shirt though, that’s going to get me more comments if I’m not quick to escape. They’ll see my tattoos and scars too, that’s not something I’m remotely prepared for.
I’m only here for another year and a half. Then, I’ll run and be free. She’s nothing in the scheme of things. Bet that hurts, knowing she doesn’t matter.
Letting out a faux yawn, I tap my foot, waiting for her to move.
She stands with three other girls who are so unimportant I don’t even know their names. I’m sure Melissa has mentioned them, but to be honest, I can’t remember.
“One Arcadia guy wasn’t enough, huh? Had to bag every fucking one of the good ones,” she prods on.
That’s when a laugh slips out. I can’t help it. That’s hilarious.
“You hate me because the guys won’t dick you?”
A cough comes out of Dallas. He’s leaning on the wall, closest to the entrance of Ivory, pretending not to listen. He’s friendly and lives for drama.
“Shit, maybe I should get someone to give you an orgasm, and you’ll calm down,” I continue. “Ever heard of a vibrator or, I don’t know, other people?”
“You stupid bitch,” she launches for me, and I move slightly, and she trips. Barely steadying herself, she turns to me. “You can’t have every rich popular boy.”
“God, you’re so stupid. If I used as many brain cells as you do being mad and obsessed with someone, maybe my grades wouldn’t suck so bad. You, Tara, are a sad, sad girl, but maybe Dallas over here will try and help with that little problem of yours?” I eye him, and he shakes his head. “Oops. Looks like even Dallas has standards. Poor Tara.”
She comes for me again, but this time, I stop her with a palm to her chest.
“Please don’t waste my energy,” I muse, pushing her backward into her posse. “You’re not worth it or my time, and if the guys didn’t like fucking me, they’d definitely let me know.”
I turn away with a sway to my hips. It's true, but even if it wasn't, she has no fucking right. If she knew I didn't fuck all of them, would she still be a bitch?
She starts squealing like a pig from behind me, and Dallas watches her and chuckles. “Nice,” he praises, and I flip him the bird too.
Hope he sticks that onto his drama blog and fucks off.
By the time I get back to my dorm, exhaustion has settled in. Between losing Yang, seeing the guys—together no less—fighting over me, it took everything out of me.
Knocking on my door, I hope Mel is already back. I'd been gone for at least an hour. Between the weird standoff at the doors of Crystal, the long shower to rid myself of blood, and then the fight, if I wasn't gone for that long, it would be a surprise.
Mel answers, her hair in a towel, and she's almost just as impassive as earlier. "Where were you?" she asks. While her face isn’t accusatory, her tone is.
"Went to Crystal for a shower. The guys were there. It was awkward." I make a face, hoping she catches my drift on not being excited for them.
"Where are my brothers?"
I chuckle, thinking of the fight I walked in on, and shrug because I don't know if they’re going to follow me or if they're going to stay. I gave them five minutes, but with that whole debacle with Tara, I'm sure it's been more than that.
"I really just want to sleep," I offer, secretly wanting her not to stay. Having her here almost feels like too much right now. Sobbing in my pillow is what the doctor ordered, and she's acting almost frozen, and I can't handle that right now.
"That's cool. I'm going to head out," she says, almost as if she read my mind. I’m about to interrupt, but she points out my open door. "Don't say it's not what you want, especially with my brothers coming around the corner looking ready to beat something."
My face heats as I think of all the ways they want to pound out their frustration.
She smiles at me knowingly, and while I thought she'd flip her shit because of this, she hasn't, and I'm really okay with that realization.
"See you tomorrow?" I awkwardly offer.
She nods and shuffles out of my room, heading straight for the elevator I refuse to ride in.
Not waiting for them, I go inside and keep the door wide open. The only announcement of them both being inside is the shutting of my door. It's loud, rattling, but not a pure slam. The door has a shock to avoid just that.
"Where did he touch you?" Justice asks as soon as they catch up to me. I'm in my room with my back is facing them.
They always say you shouldn't turn your back to a predator, but what about two?
In the case they’re wanting an immediate attack, do you purposefully heel?
I do, every time.
There's something addicting about being wanted and desired to the point of attack.
"Colt," Prudence hisses when no words leave me.
They must've not been a fan of the words I said, Ross's kiss to my forehead, or the way all the guys acted as if I’m theirs to own and claim.
One of them rotates me, forcing our gazes to connect. I stare at both of them, my nice, sweet, and very southern boys, wanting to feel them around me.
Almost as if they know exactly what I want, they pull me into them, Pru at my front, Just at my back. Just kisses my shoulders, his warm mouth tracing every inch of exposed skin. Pru lifts my shirt, hissing as it reveals my bare breasts.
I've missed them so fucking much. Their kindness, the way they're only rough when fucking me, and how they never cease to make me the center of attention, no matter the case.
Pru palms my breasts and hisses when I arch into him. Our eyes meet, and I remember my lack of contacts. "Your eyes," he mentions, cupping my chin reverently. "Fuck, Colton, they're stunning."
He leans into me, bringing our lips together. It feels like home, having our mouths connect. It's been so fucking long since we've kissed, touched, hell, even since we've seen each other. I'm obsessed with the way they work in tandem. Just's mouth teases my throat as Pru tips it for his access. When Pru takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over my piercing, I cry out, melting in their grasps.
"So fucking hot. I’ll never tire of these," Pru compliments, flicking my nipple over and over before switching.
Just is unceremoniously quiet. It's not usual. He's the talker, and Pru is the toucher.
Is he mad?
I shift and twist, forcing Pru's mouth off me. When Just looks up at me, his eyes convey so much turmoil.
"He didn't touch me intimately," I promise.
Something about my words settle him, and he takes my mouth. Not nicely and without warning, he grabs my throat and brings our mouths together harshly.
If I were a deal he meant to undertake, I'd be the losing end of it.