She’s like a storm that blew into my life and shook things up and now she’s trying to settle in my territory. And here I am making it easy for her.
“Hurry your ass up, man. We’re gonna be late,” Brock hollers from outside his bathroom.
Giving my hands a shake, I scowl at my mirror image one last time—angry as hell with myself.
“You sure about this?” he asks as we walk side by side down the hall of his one-story ranch house. I crashed here last night, because...no electricity and shit. Pretty sure the WIFI is off now, too. It really sucks ass because it’s a decent place to live. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s not like Aunt Nikki and Uncle Jay slum it up. They had a nice home, before she turned into just a house.
“Yeah,” I nod, “it has to be done.” I can’t let my emotions get the best of me. I can’t let her get the best of me. She’ll just keep on doing what she does and she’ll keep on getting away with it. After our little rendezvous in the library, it’s apparent the girl’s pussy likes attention. It’s a shame, really, because it is a tight little thing that I’d love nothing more than to put my cock in, but it’s tainted and she’d likely just drag my ass down, too.
“Alright. Let’s do this damn thing,” Brock says as we walk out the side door of his house to his car with a jar of black spiders in my hand.
“You’re sure Jonas won’t be there. Really don’t wanna deal with his ass.”
“I’m sure. Told TJ and Lacey to leave him out of this one.”
“Good. He’s a loose cannon and it’s obvious now that he’s trying to push me to my limit.”
Jonas is one of the more entitled students at CCH. Just because we’re a public school, and not a fancy as fuck academy, doesn’t mean we’re all poor. In fact, most of the kids here live very well and their parents are very successful. I’m just on the other end of that spectrum.
“He’s just holding a grudge. Which is fucking dumb because he never even hung out with that chick you screwed. He just watched her from afar and was too chicken shit to make a move. Maybe that’s what he’s doing now. Making his move so he can stake his claim.”
Heat rises to my face. My fingers clenched tightly into the palm of my hands. “Not a chance in hell.”
“Dude, you got a thing for this girl?” Brock asks as he starts his engine.
I side-eye him with a craned neck. “Fuck no. I told you, this girl ruined my life.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah,” he mocks me. “You keep saying that, but you have yet to tell me how.”
“Doesn’t matter.” It’s all I can say to him. I don’t want pity and that’s exactly what he’d give me if he knew I was practically homeless and getting a job one day a week just so I can feed myself. I told him that Aunt Nikki and Uncle Jay had a fight and I wanted to give them some space, so I needed a place to crash for a couple nights. Since it’s a small town, everyone will know she left eventually. It’s not totally unbelievable. Though, those two had a pretty solid marriage. They’re only in their late 20’s. Married only a couple years and were trying to have a baby when Hurricane Nadia hit. Doesn’t matter, anyways. Once she confesses and tells the truth, they’ll both come back and things can get back to normal.
Brock flips the blinker up and turns onto Lacey’s street. “Alright, then. Hope it all works out the way you want it to.”
It’s pitch black out and the only light is from the headlights on the car. Tonight is the perfect night for phase two of the plan. Instill a little more fear before she has no choice but to confess when the time comes. I need her to be scared. I need her begging for this to stop, and the only way it will is with the truth rolling off her sweet tongue.
In the meantime, I can’t be alone with her. It’s too risky. She’s temptation on tan legs and I’m weak to her outer beauty and the fake inner shit that she feeds me. She acts all sweet, but it’s just a show—one that I need to quit watching.
Three more days. I can do this.
Lacey slides in the back seat, smacking her gum between her teeth. “Ready to have some fun, boys?”
I twist around and look over my shoulder at Lacey. Her hair is piled up in a bun on the top of her head and she’s wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, the same as ours. “This isn't meant to be fun. Scaring the shit out of this girl isn’t fun—it’s necessary.”
She gives me a sailor salute and rolls her eyes. “Well, don’t mind me if I have a little fun with Ms. Richey Pants.”
“You’ll do what you’re told and nothing more or you can just stay home.” I find myself getting more and more worked up the closer we get to Nadia’s house. There is something unsettling about the entire situation. The first time was no big deal. Didn’t know a thing about the girl. Second time was a mess because security was called, but it still didn’t garner any feelings of guilt on my part. This time, something feels different. Almost like my conscience is getting the best of me all of a sudden.
It shouldn’t, though. I mean, this was the plan. Scare her a little, get her to the party, and force her to confess. Somewhere along the way, I got too close to her and fell under her spell. I need to snap out of this shit. She doesn’t deserve my sympathy or anyone else’s for that matter. She deserves to pay for what she’s done.
“What’s up?” Brock asks as he glances at me from the driver's seat. “You’re being way too fucking quiet.” He turns into TJ’s driveway and shifts into park.
As I’m texting TJ to get out here, I answer his question. “Just ready to get this over with.”
Lacey leans forward and wraps her arms around me from behind my seat. “Is someone scared?” She sings-songs.
Pushing her arms off me and giving them a shove back into her own personal space, I scoff, “No, I’m not scared. What the hell is there to be scared of? She’s an eighteen-year-old chick.”
Brock chimes in. “Oh, I dunno. Maybe the fact that she’s loaded and has as much security as the White House.”
She is loaded, but that much security is quite an exaggeration. Sure, she’s got a nice setup to keep her feeling comfortable in her own home, but we got away with it once, we’ll do it again. I’m sure as hell not scared. There isn’t much that can frighten me anymore. I suppose you have to feel like you have something to lose in order to be scared of losing it.
TJ comes out sporting a pair of jeans and an all-white tee shirt and my face instantly drops into my palms. Leave it to him to not dress the part. His cap is twisted backwards on his head and he’s wearing a cheesy ass grin. You’d think we’re heading out to Dave & Busters for a late night snack.
“TJ? Dude? Why the hell are you wearing white?” Brock shakes his head, voicing the complete and utter confusion we’re all feeling.
“It’s too hot for a hoodie. Don’t wanna sweat. Besides, she’s not gonna see us anyways.”
My head twists from the front seat to where he sits beside Lacey. “The point is to be inconspicuous. You are not that.” I’ve got a black tee shirt on underneath my hoodie, so I pull it over my head and toss it at him. “Put this on.”