7
Whisper
This day was interesting. Surprisingly, no one called me to the office over the little altercation in the hallway. If Callan hadn’t pulled me back, I would have torn her face off. Now I’m in the dance room doing my own thing. Words float from my lips as I sing at the top of my lungs. I made sure to check that no one was around first. The music thumps through the speakers and I let myself go. If anything can calm me, it’s singing and dancing. Those are the two things that I’ve always used to keep my head straight. I started dancing when I was just three. I remember hearing hip-hop music outside and when I went to look, there were a ton of people dancing around a radio. One of the older girls smiled and motioned for me to join them. I did and I’ve been dancing ever since.
“You sure can move your ass.” I jerk, ready to move when hands wrap around my waist. Looking over my shoulder, I see it’s Callan and let out a breath.
“Are you stalking me?” I ask raising an eyebrow.
“Nah. I was walking past and looked in and saw you. Where’d you learn to dance and sing like that?” He releases my hips as I turn to face him.
“On the streets.” I shrug.
“You learned to sing on the streets? I highly doubt that,” he muses.
“I did. I was never in one place long enough to go to classes,” I tell him. Why am I admitting this to him? He’s one of them. He has to be one of the ones that were in the pool house with me. Yet, there is something so calm and caring in his eyes that I feel like I could trust him with anything.
“Foster kid?” he asks cocking his head and waiting.
“Yeah. All my life.”
“What? You were never adopted?” he asks in disbelief. I shake my head but keep quiet. “That’s… wow. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
“You never wondered?”
“Why I wasn’t adopted?” I ask. Callan nods. “Yeah. Wouldn’t you? There is nothing, well there was nothing wrong with me back then. I would watch all the other kids being adopted but no one ever came to see me.”
“Ever?”
“Nope. I just learned to move from place to place and not ask questions,” I tell him.
“That had to be hard. Knowing no one wanted you.” The way he says it… it’s different. It’s not an I’m sorry type of response and it’s not quite a jab at me either. Either way, I take a step back when he counters it. His hands find my hips once more and his fingers dig into my flesh. I gasp as his eyes meet mine. The music on my phone changes and Callan begins to move with me. I knew Knox could dance since he’s in my class, but Callan moves just as perfectly as his brother. The beat starts to hit and we both break apart. Callan follows my lead, popping and swaying. I watch him in the mirrors in front of us, entranced by his movements. He reaches over his shoulder and pulls his shirt off in one move, tossing it to the side as he keeps going. I gasp, watching the tan muscles as they work. Callan is well built, looking like a damn god and I assume his brothers aren’t far behind. Our eyes stay locked as we both dance freely when I hear the door slam. I jolt and spin around coming face to face with Steele and Knox.
“What is this? A little private lesson?” Steele asks moving toward us. Callan laughs, reaches down and grabs his shirt, tossing it over his shoulder as he moves.
“Just having some fun before practice,” Callan says, pushing through the door and disappearing while the other two come closer. I turn, ready to grab my stuff when I’m pushed against the mirror. My eyes lock with Steele’s and the air escapes my lungs. Knox moves in next to him, just as imposing as his brother.
“Having a little fun?” Steele asks, pressing his cock into my ass. My breathing is still coming in heaves from my dance.
“Not with you I’m not.” Steele chuckles darkly as Knox smirks.
“We’re a fun group, me and my brothers. We like playing together with our toys, if you know what I mean.” That came from Knox. I nearly roll my eyes because I’m almost one hundred percent sure that they were the ones in the pool house that night, but I can’t say that for sure.
“Well, I guess that’s too bad, I’m not interested.” Knox’s eyes light up but he doesn’t say anymore. When I drag my gaze back to Steele’s there’s something darker in them. A challenge of sorts.
“What were you doing with my brother?” he asks pressing into me harder.
“We were dancing.”
“So I see. You think you can just walk in here and get in my brother’s good graces?” I shake my head before it’s slammed into the glass mirror. I wince but I don’t let him see how much it hurt me.
“Fuck you,” I taunt, knowing that it’s going to piss him off a little more. His hand slips around my stomach, easing into the front of my yoga pants as he hums.
“You want me to fuck you, Whisper?” Knox chuckles again but I can’t take my eyes off Steele. He’s messing with my head, getting inside and I can’t let that happen.
“Not if you were the last dick on earth.”
“Is that why you’re so wet?” he huffs in my ear. His eyes dance in the mirror, a silent song that I’d love to sing but know that I can’t hit the keys.
“I’ll scream,” I warn him.
“Go ahead. We like screamers,” Knox sneers as I open my mouth. Just before anything comes out, Steele’s hand is gone and he’s turned heading for the door. I spin around and watch both of them as they leave the way they came when another girl walks in.
“Hey.” I don’t smile or acknowledge her because frankly, I’ve had my fair share of Alder Academy assholes for the day. Spinning around, I grab my bag and start to walk away when she speaks again, “I saw what they did.”
“And?” Now I do turn to face her.
“They’re like that with everyone. They think they own the world,” she says rolling her eyes.
“Don’t they?” I ask raising my eyebrow.
“Not if you don’t let them. You have to fight back.”
“And you know this from experience?” She giggles and shakes her head.
“Hell no! My family is a transplant to the area. I made it through the asshole stage a few years ago. I was in senior year of high school with Callan.” Now that has piqued my interests. Maybe she will be a valuable ally to me.
“So, where do I start? How do I get them to back off?” I ask curiously. I want to know what she has to say and any insight into the three assholes.
“First, you show up everywhere they are. That really bugs them,” she says with a smile.
“How exactly does that work?” She laughs and walks toward me, resting her hand on my shoulder. I look from her hand to her face wondering what the hell she’s doing.
“They see you. That drives them insane. The whole point of fucking with you is to make you invisible. What a better way to not let them do that.” She has a point. A very good one at that.
“What’s your name?” I ask curious now.
“Shane. I know, boy’s name, girl body.”