by Melody Adams
"Abby, the nice young man on the sofa is Nate, Beth's boyfriend. And this one..." She pointed to the guy on my left. "...is Kent. They go to Sinners High School, too. You'll settle in fast now that you already know Beth, Nate and Kent. They'll take you under their wing." She turned to the boys. "Right, boys?"
"Sure, Mrs. Duncan. Abby is in the best of hands," Kent promised with a suggestive twinkle in his dark eyes.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Duncan. Abby won't have any problems. We'll make sure she’s well taken care off," Nate promised the moment Beth entered the room with a tray of refreshments. The glasses on the tray clinked and for a moment I feared she would drop the tray, but she quickly recovered and smiled sweetly.
"You can count on us, Mom," she promised, but the look she gave me was venomous.
The day had stretched painfully long. Luckily, Beth and the two boys left to watch a movie. Aunt Claire tried to persuade me to join the three of them, but I pretended to be tired. Now I was lying here in bed in my new room, staring at the ceiling. My fingers twitched with the urge to press a blade into my flesh, but so far I’d managed to control the urge. I didn’t want to make my aunt suspicious and ask for a razor. I needed to get some blades when I was alone. After dinner, Aunt Claire had found me when I threw up in the toilet. Fortunately, she hadn't seen me stick my finger down my throat. I’d lied to her that I could hardly keep food down because of grief. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. Food really made me sick. Only when I threw it up did I feel better. Nobody needed to know that I had to stick my finger down my throat to get rid of the food. The last thing I needed was for Aunt Claire to send me to a damn psychiatrist. For some unknown reason, my mind wandered to Kent. The way he’d looked at me. I’d never had butterflies because of a boy before. On the contrary. They disgusted me. Some frightened me. Kent was a guy who should trigger both in me. Disgust and fear. But that wasn’t the case, and it worried me. Made me nervous. Beth's boyfriend Nate, on the other hand, scared me. He had a darkness about him that sent shivers down my spine. I wouldn't be surprised if this guy tortured little puppies for fun. He and Bethany didn't seem to fit together at all. Even though they were both obviously rich and shallow. Bethany was the typical Barbie. All plastic. I was sure that her boobs came from the surgeon. Her lips also seemed far too full to be real. And then these impossible, fake eyelashes and acrylic nails. Her tan was too yellow, which led me to assume that it came out of the spray bottle. Yeah, I'm sure guys found her attractive. They probably weren't interested in whether the beauty was natural, or whether the Barbie doll had a soul or a heart. Or brain. I hadn’t looked forward to my life with Aunt Claire and Bethany. But not only had my bad feeling been confirmed, it seemed even worse than I had imagined. I only hoped that the time until my eighteenth birthday would pass quickly and then I would leave. I might be almost penniless, but I would somehow make ends meet. Even if I had to work as a waitress in a dirty diner and live in a dump. At least then I would be on my own.
Chapter 2
Kent
The entire evening I had to listen to Beth's bitching. Even Nate seemed to have had enough. Why the idiot hadn't dumped the crazy bitch long ago was beyond me. Like she had a golden pussy or something. Her mouth was probably like a vacuum cleaner that Nate put up with her for so long. Maybe I should tell the poor fool that other girls gave good BJs too. Bonnie, for example. Best deep throat of my life. That chick had the best mouth Mr. D had ever met. If only she wasn't such a slut, I might have considered her as girlfriend material. But the chick couldn't keep her legs together if her life depended on it. A nympho if I ever saw one.
I stripped my clothes off on my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and set the temperature before I entered the stall and closed the glass door behind me. With a sigh, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to let the water run over my face. Man, I had been thinking about that girl all evening. Abigail. Everything about her seemed real. At our school, most of the girls had fake tits since their sixteenth birthday. I couldn't even remember what natural boobs felt like. And Abby had a pair that I would love to feel. Small, but firm. I wondered what color her nipples would be? Fuck. I shouldn't be thinking about that girl. Now I was painfully hard. I leaned with my back against the tiles and closed my fist around my hard length. A moan came over my lips. I imagined how tight Abby's pussy would be. How good she would feel around my cock.
"Fuck!" I growled, gripping my cock tighter.
I started jerking my shaft with firm, almost brutal movements. My breath came in puffs and my heart raced like stupid. Man, I had never been so turned on by the mere thought of a girl. I growled as I was about to explode. I jerked harder. Faster. Pain mixed with pleasure. A tingle ran down my spine. My balls contracted, and I came with a shout.
"Fuuuuck!"
I came so hard, stars danced before my eyes and my knees threatened to give way. Fuck! What was that? I had seen the girl for the first time today. This was absolutely ridiculous. That wasn't me. Maybe I should go after that girl and see if this crazy obsession with her would go away once I had my fill of her.
Lunch. Somehow I managed not to run into the new girl. And I hadn't been looking for her either. Okay, maybe a look here or there, just to make sure I could avoid her.
Yeah, yeah, whom are you kidding? mocked my inner voice full of sarcasm.
Fuck OFF!
"Hey, man!" Nate's voice came from behind me.
He punched me in the upper arm and sat down opposite me. Beth sat down next to him. Judging by her expression, she wasn’t in the best mood. I hadn't seen Abby yet, but I had heard the talk around me all day. While most of the guys were keen on the 'hot fresh meat', the girls were bitching about the 'impossible outfit' and the 'non-existent tits'. Well, in my eyes they were fantastic tits. – Not that I would say this out loud to anyone.
"We've got to do something about this dishrag," whined Beth.
I gave my best friend a look, and he rolled his eyes. A grin played around the corners of my mouth. Man, I so did not want to trade places with him. No fuck – no matter how good – could be worth listening to that bitching all day long.
"What do you want me to do, huh?" Nate asked, annoyed.
"You are the KINGS. Isn't it your job to put a bitch like her in her place?"
"Well, I don't see why she deserves it," Gregory interfered. "Just because the guys think she's hot? Grow up, Bethany!"
The smoke literally came out of Bethany's ears and nostrils as she gave Gregory a lethal glare before turning to Nate.
"And you let that asshole talk to your girlfriend like that?"
Nate shrugged.
"He's right, baby. You're both not kids anymore. And as far as I can see, she hasn't done anything we need to punish. We maintain law and order at school, but we don't terrorize innocent people."
"This lunatic is anything but innocent," Beth shrieked. "She is completely nuts. She was already crazy as a child. Something is seriously wrong with her. She's not right in the head. She is vicious and dangerous."
"Well, until we see evidence of that, we're not going to do anything about her," I said calmly.
Beth glared at me angrily before she looked at Nate.
"Kent's right, baby. Your accusations she's evil or crazy is not enough. Everyone here at Sinners High has a chance to prove themselves. If she steps out of line, we will punish her. You have my word on it."
"And mine," said Gregory, Ian and I at the same time.
"Hey Guys," sounded Seth's voice. He put his tray on the table and planted himself next to me. "What did I miss?"
"You're late," Nate said disapprovingly.
Seth shrugged his shoulders.
"Candy gave me a BJ in the equipment room. – So, what did I miss?"
Seth's sex-crazed behavior slowly got out of hand. Not that the rest of us were celibate, but Seth was a sex addict. He neglected everything; school, friends, family; to shoot his load into some random girl. He fell into a deep hole after his great love
Lilian broke his heart and disappeared without a trace. For a while we worried that he would hurt himself. But then, from one day to the next, he was transformed. Instead of bunkering up at home with a bottle of Black Label, he became a party animal and sex stallion who jumped anything with a pulse. This was better than the depressed, suicidal alcoholic from before, but it still worried me. It was just an act. Seth couldn't fool me. He was far from over Lilian. He probably never would be if he didn't get his answers to the questions of why Lilian broke his heart and where she had disappeared. I couldn’t understand it myself. Seth and Lilian had been the perfect couple. Everyone had thought they would get married right after high school and push out some babies. Lilian wasn’t the woman to break a man's heart like that. She was warm and caring, and she had been so in love with Seth. There was more to this story. And if this question didn’t leave me alone, how much worse did it have to be for Seth?
Abby
My first week at the new school was over. It was Friday. Weekend. Two and a half days when I didn't know what to do. To make matters worse, Aunt Claire would barely be home all weekend. She worked as a nurse at Sinners Field hospital and this weekend she needed to work. I had to get out of the house. I didn't want to be in a house with Beth. Especially not if the boys would be here. After a week at Sinners High, I had learned enough to know how things ran at school. Beth's boyfriend Nate was the leader. Together with his friends Kent, Ian, Gregory and Seth, they formed the ruling upper class. The KINGS. Every guy at school had respect for the KINGS, even feared them. And the girls fell at their feet, just to lick their boots. – Or better: to be allowed to suck their dicks. It was ridiculous how the entire student body adored the KINGS. Even the teachers were not excluded from the worship of the KINGS. The boys had practically fool’s license at the school. They were also the legal system of the school. If anyone had a problem, they would ask for an audience with the KINGS instead of contacting the principal. The KINGS held audiences and court twice a week in the cafeteria. The punishments they handed out were severe. It was better not to fall from grace with the boys. Well, I had no intention of ever landing on their radar. I made myself invisible as best I could. I avoided the KINGS and their followers whenever I could. Also, because Beth was joined at the hip with Nate. She clung to her boyfriend like she was a fucking koala or something. How pathetic.
I was just about to slip out of my clothes to go to the shower when my door was flung open and Beth stormed into my room.
"Ever heard of knocking?"
"This is my house," she replied, towering in front of me. "You are only a guest here. And I can enter any room here if I want to!"
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and held her venomous gaze. I might be smaller than her, but I would not give her the satisfaction of looking down on me as if I were the dirt under her shoes.
"That may be. But this is MY room. So the next time you want something from me: KNOCK! ON! THE! DOOR!"
"If you think I'm going to listen to anything you have to say, you're mistaken. You are NOTHING! You're less than NOTHING!"
"If I'm NOTHING, then why are you so threatened by me, huh?"
For a moment she stared at me in bewilderment, but then she collected herself and grinned.
"Believe me, you have nothing to feel threatened about. You are nothing but an Ugly Duckling. A poor Cinderella, rolling in the ashes."
Now it was my turn to grin.
"If you know your fairy tales so well, then you surely know what became of the Ugly Duckling and Cinderella. One became a beautiful swan, the other got the prince, while her wicked stepsisters were humiliated."
Once again Beth lost her speech for a moment and I triumphed. She might be queen at school, but she was nothing more than an insecure, stupid girl who feared nothing more than that someone else might push her from her throne. I was not stupid, nor was I deaf. I had overheard all the talk at the school. The boys wanted a piece of the fresh meat. And even though I didn't intend to give them what they wanted. It made the other conceited girls jealous, especially Beth. They felt threatened. And any poison they sprayed wouldn't change that.
"Watch out," hissed Beth, who had regained her composure. "You don't want to get in my way, believe me. I will make sure that you will regret it bitterly if you try!"
"I wouldn't know how to get in your way," I replied unmoved. "What is it you are so afraid of? I'm not flirting, just minding my own business. If it is about your boyfriend, I can assure you that I have no interest in him. Or any other boy, for that matter. All I want is to graduate and then go to college. And believe me, I would love nothing more than to move out of here and live on my own. But I'm not of age yet. As soon as I have a chance to get out of this house, I'm gonna take it."
"Because you are ungrateful, you... you..."
I laughed.
"So now I'm ungrateful, huh? I thought you'd be glad to get rid of me!"
"Oh," she hissed viciously. "I'll be glad to be rid of you. I can assure you of that. But for now, it will be enough for me if you make yourself invisible. Nate and the boys will be here in half an hour. Stay in your room."
"Or what?"
"Or you will regret it."
"I tremble with fear," I mocked. "And now, I would appreciate it if you would get your highborn ass out of my room!"
"I will crush you like an insect. Mark my words," Beth hissed, then turned around and stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind her.
I let myself sink to my bed. I was more shaken inside than I’d let on in front of Beth. But I was proud of myself that I stood up to her. She would never know how unstable I really was. It would only give her more ammunition. Fortunately, she hadn't noticed the scars on my arms. That had been the real reason I had crossed my arms. To hide the scars. My pants hid the scars on the inside of my thighs. I knew without a doubt that Beth would use the knowledge that I was unstable for her malicious purposes. I had to be more careful. From now on, I would always lock my room so no one could barge in. I had not thought this would be necessary. Every normal person knocked before entering another person's room, didn't they? Well, obviously not stuck-up, spiteful Queen Bees.
Kent
I didn’t participate in the conversation as we sat in Beth's lounge. My thoughts revolved around the girl upstairs. Abby. I didn't believe she was as crazy and vicious as Beth pretended. If Beth didn't like her, it was more of an indication of the opposite. My guess was that our Queen Bee felt threatened by the little beauty.
"You want another one?" Nate's voice ripped me out of my thoughts.
He stood in front of me with a bottle of Black Label. I held out my empty glass to him and nodded. He poured me a double and went on to Ian. Seth had his own bottle standing beside him. It was a miracle he still took the trouble to pour the alcohol into his glass instead of drinking the stuff straight from the bottle. I wished Lilian would come back and explain why she broke his heart, only to disappear. I wanted to see my friend happy again. I took a sip of my drink as I watched Seth from the corners of my eyes. He had a girl sitting in his lap. Sue or Susan or something like that. She had red curls. Seth fucked anything that wasn't blonde. Blonde like Lilian. He fucked black haired girls, redheads, brunettes. But he gave blondes a wide berth. Another sign that he was not over the loss.
"We have to do something. The bitch thinks..."
Beth fell silent, and I turned my gaze to her before I followed her gaze. Abby stepped into the room. She wore tight jeans that emphasized her tight little bottom. Her long-sleeved shirt nestled against her sexy shapes like a second skin. I wondered why she always wore long-sleeved clothes. What was she hiding?
"What do you think you're doing here?" hissed Beth, who seemed to have recovered from her shock. "We’ve something to talk about. – Without you!"
Abby shrugged her shoulders before coming closer.
"As far as I know, this is a room open to everyone here," Abby explained, unimpressed. "And if you want to discuss something private,
I suggest you have your little meeting in your own room."
Ian laughed softly and Beth gave him a scathing look. I couldn't help but grin. Abby fascinated me. Not only because of her beauty. There was something about her I could not describe. On the one hand she seemed fragile, even broken, but then again she showed so much strength and attitude that I only admired her for it.
"Come sit with me," I said. In fact, the seat on the two-seater next to me was the only free seat. What a lucky man I was.
"NO!" Beth screamed and stamped her foot like a petulant infant. "She has no business being here. We’ve something to talk about and you all know she can't be here!"
Abby ignored her outburst of anger and sat down next to me. There was a handbreadth of space between us, but I felt the heat emanating from her and it threatened to burn me. The smell of vanilla rose to my nose. It was not overpowering. Rather, a slight undertone that unobtrusively captivated you. It tempted me to lean closer, to follow the faint scent. My cock jerked, more than a little interested.
Behave yourself, Mr. D. Now is not the time.
"DO SOMETHING!" Beth nagged, tearing me away from my private conversation with Mr. D. She looked at Nate and then the other boys.
"She's right, baby," Nate said calmly. "She has a right to be in the lounge. If you want us to continue this conversation in private, we’ll have to go somewhere else."