I snort. “Where do you have to be?” We never draw on Saturday anyway. It’s always on a Sunday. And we can’t leave the party because this is Bennett’s house, and like a hundred people are in this mansion right now. Not counting the kids already passed out on the lawn.
“I almost got suspended for my dare last month. I’m not even allowed to be here. My mom will shit if she finds out I snuck out,” Kellan growls before taking a sip of his beer.
Eli throws his head back, laughing. “Can’t believe you got caught breaking into the school. That was stupid as fuck, man. What were you trying to do?”
I take another drag, and Kellan’s jaw tightens. “Seriously?” His dark eyes grow big as he glares at Eli. “You dared me to change my grades. I needed into Mr. Wilson’s computer to do that.”
“I could have done that without having to break in,” Bennett informs him, finally speaking. He’s been typing away on his phone for the past five minutes over in the recliner. Every now and then, I watch him adjust his hard dick. He’s enjoying whatever pussy shots some girl is sending him.
Eli knew that Bennett could change them when he gave Kellan the dare.
But it didn’t matter. Kellan has been bitching for weeks about his grades, and Coach has even been hounding him to get them up, or he was going to be in deep shit, so Eli dared him to change them. He drew the dare and had to do it on his own. That’s just how the rules are. I won’t lie and say we weren’t surprised by the dare because we were. Normally, anything school related is off limits. But Eli has had this fuck-you-world attitude lately. I think Cole’s need to push the limits in everything he does is starting to rub off on him.
The song changes to “Throne” by Urbanstep, Micah Martin as the door swings open to the storage closet.
Cole steps out. He’s zipping up his jeans, still dressed in his white T-shirt, when Natasha darts out from behind him. Her short blond hair has that freshly fucked look to it from his hands gripping it. She’s panting as her chest rises and falls quickly under her black dress. But other than that, she looks like she didn’t even take it off.
“You’re slacking, Cole,” Eli muses, looking over the girl and noticing the lack of evidence that he fucked her.
I’ve been in the same room with him while he fucked a girl—her clothes were ripped, and she couldn’t even walk afterward.
Cole snorts, and my eyes fall to her knees to see the carpet burns on them before she darts up the stairs, avoiding eye contact with any of us. When she went in there with him, I was the only one sitting down here with Cole. Now there are an extra four sets of eyes.
Plopping down beside me, he leans over, picks up the pack of cigarettes from the round table, and lights one up. Then he sits back and closes his eyes, taking a long drag, the end of the cigarette burning red.
“How was she?” Eli asks him with a smirk.
Cole pulls the cigarette away and blows out a puff of smoke. “The fact that I was in there for more than twenty minutes should say enough,” he answers dryly.
We all chuckle.
Kellan stands. “You know I fucked her just last night, right?” he asks, his voice hardening.
The room falls silent. Cole turns toward him with a look of boredom on his face. “Yes. And that’s why the only thing my dick touched was her mouth.”
Eli snorts while taking a drink of his beer. His hand quickly wipes off the liquid that runs down his chin.
Kellan fists his hands down by his side but doesn’t say anything else about the girl. Instead, he changes the subject because he knows it’s pointless. She means nothing to Cole.
“Are we gonna draw tonight or what? Not all of us have parents who don’t give a shit where we are.”
Cole’s blue eyes narrow on him, and I think he’s about to tell Kellan to piss off. Instead, he brings the cigarette to his lips and takes another long drag. Blowing it out as though he has all the time in the world, he remains quiet.
Kellan has a problem with Cole. I’m not sure when it started or why, but I know he’s jealous. There are eight of us on the swim team who are what our school calls sharks. We dominate the pool and this town. Even though we’re only sixteen, the upperclassmen fear us because we’ve beat up our fair share of juniors and seniors. That’s one thing about us—when we decide to do something, we make sure we win.
“If you need to leave, then leave,” Cole finally tells him, looking away, clearly dismissing him.
Kellan’s jaw tightens.
“Come on, man?” Eli pats the seat next to him. “Sit down. Tell your mother that you stayed with me tonight. Aimee will cover for you.” He holds up his full drink in offering.
Kellan lets out a sigh and falls down onto the seat beside him. He throws it back.
Cole takes another drag from the cigarette and then pulls his cell out of his pocket.
Bennett jumps up from the recliner and runs up the stairs. Probably to go jack off or something. Either that or the girl he’s been texting just arrived.
“Where are Landen and Maddox?” Shane asks.
He’s been extremely quiet tonight. He and Kellan are tight. When one is pouting, so is the other one. I always joke that they share the same menstrual cycle.
“They are in a bedroom upstairs somewhere fucking the twins,” Eli answers.
“Do you think they trade?” Shane wonders curiously. “Like fuck each other’s girlfriends? I wonder if everything is the same?”
“I know I would.” Eli laughs.
“You can’t even keep one bitch happy, so how would you manage two?” Cole asks before taking a drink of his beer.
We all laugh.
“Speak for yourself.” He shoves Cole in the shoulder. “Little Miss Priss didn’t look too satisfied when she ran out of the closet.”
Cole smirks. “That’s ’cause I didn’t care if she was.”
Kellan glares at Cole for his statement, but the rest of us laugh once again.
“I need some more. Anyone else need something to drink?” Eli asks since he gave his to Kellan.
Shane gets up to follow him up the stairs, ignoring the bar down here and leaving the three of us alone. Kellan still glares openly at Cole, but he ignores him. Either Cole’s oblivious or he doesn’t care.
“What’s your problem?” I ask Kellan, leaning forward and placing my elbows on my knees. Might as well get this out in the open so we can fix this shit. Even if that means dishing it out right here with our fists. Wouldn’t be the first time we knocked each other around. That’s what brothers do after all.
He looks at Cole, but he continues to ignore us as he types away on his phone. Probably looking for his next fuck for the night.
“Nothing,” Kellan mutters and gets up, also running up the stairs.
“He’s pissed at you,” I tell Cole, leaning back into the couch.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he replies.
“I think he knows that you fucked Kaitlin. And then the fact that you were just in the closet with Natasha doesn’t look good …”
His eyes meet mine. “Again, I don’t care.”
Kellan brags about every girl he fucks, but Cole doesn’t. Whereas Kellan will show them off at school or have them come to our swim meets, Cole refuses. He won’t give you the time of day until he decides he’s ready to take you to bed. Then he’s done with you. I’m not saying he’s picky; I’m just saying women are only good to be used by him and nothing more.