by Harmony Grey
Boom.
And there it is. I should have known he’d throw in the father card at some point, and to be fair I’m surprised he didn’t toss it into the conversation sooner. Bright loves to trying to scare me with my father, but little does he know that his stupid little threat no longer holds the power that it once used to do. A hell of a lot has changed, and I know one hundred percent that my father wouldn’t give a damn about anything Bright had to say about me.
Good or bad.
Oh, no. My father is far too busy entertaining his new lady-whore to even bother giving me so much as a second’s thought. My absence won’t be missed. Not while his new fuck-piece is too busy taking over my mom’s house and trying to make it her own.
I feel my jaw tighten while a rush of rage and frustration rushes through my body. My whole body is trembling as I try to calm myself because even though I’m fighting an internal war, desperately trying to keep the savage beast at bay, I also know that kicking off and causing the mother of all scenes in the middle of the school hall won’t do me any favors right about now. Instead, I breathe in deep through my nose as I try to regulate my breathing and control my anger, eager to keep my emotions in check until I can find a way to release them later, away from Bright’s ever watchful beady eyes.
I’m not stupid.
I know I can’t run forever.
I know I’ll have to deal with the bullshit eventually. But I just can’t face it right now. I’m not afraid to admit that it’s all too much for me to try to process. But I also know that the longer I leave it, the more my hate and anger festers, the worse it will be. But I guess that’s a chance I’m just going to have to take.
“Whatever.” I eventually mutter, and no sooner has the word fallen from my lips than a slimy ass satisfied smile creeps onto Bright’s face. He’s thoroughly elated that I’m backing down so easily. Obviously when he came to me, he thought he’d have a fight on his hands, and usually he would, but I’d much rather get whatever bullshit he wants from me over and done with. Then I can move on and try to figure out what I’m going to do with my disaster of a life.
Even Ryder seems shocked at my lack of giving a fuck as he stares wide eyed and open-mouthed at my decision.
“Fabulous,” Bright claps his skinny little hands together like a happy little pig in shit before I turn and focus all my attention on Ryder.
“If you bump into Taylor, be sure to play dumb.” I warn him and he presses his lips together, preventing himself from asking the questions he so desperately wants the answers to, but we both know that right now isn’t the time to be discussing tactics. I can fill him in on my plan of action later. As soon as I’ve managed to get Bright off my back. “The less she knows the better. Oh, and she can’t know that I already know about them. Understand?”
Ryder nods once in my direction, albeit reluctantly before turning away from me and making his merry ass way down the hall, heading towards the changing rooms—the place where I should be heading too. Man, Coach is so gonna have my balls for this little change of plan.
Damn my fucking life and everything in it. Taylor’s another problem that I need to sort and fast, but once again she’s just another issue which will have to wait, but I promise—I swear on my fucking life that Taylor and Rodriguez aren’t something I’m going to forget about in a hurry. Oh, no, their betrayal will stay with me, haunting me for all eternity.
“Follow me.” Bright demands, before kicking his heels out from underneath him, the clicking of his shoes echoing out around us. I look on in utter disbelief as his small, fragile frame snakes back towards the entrance hall and the main office.
I have no idea what his game is or what it is that he wants from me, but fuck knows that I could really do without any additional bullshit right now.
I thought about making a stand and fighting for my case, but I knew there’d be no point. Why waste time arguing? Bright always chooses to ignore everything I have to say at the best of times and today wouldn’t be any different. So, I reluctantly grind my teeth some more and do exactly what he expects from me. I follow behind him like an obedient little puppy in a completely eerie silence.
“Ah… here we are,” Bright comes to a sudden stop and his tone is all happy and light, a drastic change from a few moments ago, and his eyes zone off, looking past the crystal waterfall in the center of the entrance hall.
I’m quick to stop behind him and I can’t help but roll my eyes. What the hell has he dragged me back here for? If he’s just wasting my time for no reason, then it won’t end well for him.
“What’s happening?” I ask, wishing that he’d hurry the fuck up and be done with me. Silence follows before Bright finally decides to turn on his heel and it looks as though his beady little eyes are laughing back at me. Obviously according to him the joke must be on me.
“There’s a new student joining us today…” he begins enthusiastically.
I’m in no mood for his games so I’m quick to shut him down. “And? I don’t see how that has anything to do with me?”
“Ah, now that’s where you’re wrong, Egan. This has everything to do with you because you’ll be taking her under your selfless wings, ensuring she’s comfortable while helping to show her around and familiarizing herself until she’s settled.”
I feel my eyes grow wide as his words slowly but surely penetrate my head, and I shake my head in disbelief. This has to be some kind of wind up. This is a step way too far. “Are you shitting me?” I hurl out, unable to stop the words and hold the inner beast back at the same time. Bright’s eyes snap back to mine and widen in warning.
“Careful…”
“Oh, come on.” I cut in, eager to make him see just how ridiculous this plan of his actually is. He has hundreds of kids in this school who he could have hand-picked for this job, yet he decided to single me out. What, so he could spur me on, making sure I snapped. After all, that’s the only way he’ll ever be able to get rid of me. “Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? We don’t need babysitters.”
“Don’t push it, Egan…”
“Push it?” He’s the one pushing it and I’m really struggling to keep my cool around him. Obviously, he’s been in on the whole move a whore in situation, and I bet he’s fucking laughing at me about that too. As much as I want to, I know I can’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction, so I take everything I have left within me and slowly count down from five in my head, desperately trying to think of anything other than my father and Bright happily plotting against me. “Do I look like a babysitter to you?” I ask, while stuffing my hands into my pockets. It’s the only thing I can think of to keep them busy and away from his face. “I can’t believe you cancelled my practice just so I could show some out-of-town chick around the school. Don’t we have a schedule and a map for that kind of stuff?” I’m aware that my voice is growing louder and I’m also conscious of a few heated eyes burning into me from the office, but the truth is, I really don’t give a damn. Let them fucking stare, because it won’t change my views on the matter.
I don’t give a damn about anything other than practice right now.
“As Principle, it is my right to ask students to carry out little jobs for me. How else can I make sure this new student gets the best out of Manorcroft?”
“Possibly by carrying out your little jobs yourself.” I reply flatly. “Look, I get you want to help this chick and that’s great and all, but it sure sounds like a you problem to me so I’m out of here.” Coach is going to be so pissed when he finds out the real reason Bright wanted me to skip practice.
How dare this son of a bitch try to order me around like I’m nothing. Like he can do whatever the hell he wants, when he wants. I’m a student at this school too and I’m a fucking good one. I’m a guy of many talents—like I have heaps of time to waste by dropping my schedule and showing some jumped-up nobody around this place. I’d rather take a kick to the balls over and over again.
“Ah, you must be Miss Greendale?“ Br
ight’s voice changes drastically as he removes his attention from me and directs it to someone else. “Apologies for the delay this morning. Now let’s see… ah, you’re uniform…”
“Erm… about that.” My eyes move to where Bright’s line of sight is and she swallows hard, while her cheeks flush a deep shade of red. My own attention reluctantly falls onto the new girl and no matter how hard I try; I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from her.
Nothing, and I mean nothing could have ever prepared me for what I was about to find. The sight which is gracing my vision right now is out of this fucking world.
Damn. This new chick is hot as fuck. And with just one look I can tell she isn’t from around here.
“About that…” she starts and then her round hazel eyes fall to the floor before chewing nervously on her plump pink lips. Something inside me stirs, including my dick.
She’s shy, and I can’t deny that I like that. I like it a whole lot more than I should do too. No matter how hard I try to look away, at anything other than the new girl, I just can’t do it. My eyes are captivated and totally locked on her, and they lazily roam up and down her small, yet curvy frame. Stopping a little longer than necessary when they fall on her creamy pert breasts as they rise and fall rapidly on her chest.
I take it back.
I take it all fucking back. Every… last… word.
I’ll fucking babysit this little beauty all day long and way into the night if she wants me to. It’s been a hell of a long time since we got some fresh meat at Manorcroft and the whole damn male population will be out in force, like savage vultures trying to make a move on her.
Well, they can try but I guarantee it won’t be happening. At least not on my watch. No other guy in this school or town will ever get close enough to touch her. That I am sure of. From this moment on, whether she knows it or not, she’s mine.
I can see this new chick becoming the perfect remedy for me. The perfect distraction from Taylor and Rodriguez. I mean, if Taylor thinks she’s smart enough to fuck around behind my back and get away with it, the stupid bitch can think again. Maybe I’ll give Taylor a taste of her own medicine and see how much she likes it.
I take another closer look at the new girl and a new heated desire bubbles deep in my chest. Excitement that I haven’t felt in so long creeps in and flows through my veins.
Two can play that game, and we all know I’m the motherfucking king when it comes to playing games.
“I’m really sorry, but there seems to have been some kind of mix-up on my end.” She mutters quietly and her eyes fall to the floor again and her cheeks flush with embarrassment once more.
Fucking hell. She looks so goddamn vulnerable and a sudden and totally unexpected image of her dropping to her knees before me penetrates my mind, and my dick twitches in excitement of what that possibility could bring.
Easy fucking prey.
I’m feeling pretty confident by the end of play today this chick will be mine for the fucking taking. And damn, do I plan on taking her every which way possible.
“I’ll just go and collect by books and schedule and then I’ll be out of here until the issue with my uniform is sorted.”
“Don’t feel like you have to run out on us…” I growl out, suddenly unable to control my savage emotions and the dangerous beast inside me is no longer hidden. Miss Greendale, or whatever the fuck she’s called slowly pulls here hazel eyes from Bright and locks her eyes with mine, and just that look, and I know it’s only a look, but it feels fucking glorious. Licking my hungry lips, I watch her closely as her hazel eyes grow wide while she drinks all of me in.
This is going to be fucking easy. I have an effect on her already and I’m nowhere near her.
I won’t lie. That kind of reaction is to be expected. I’m not being big-headed, it’s just a reaction that I’m used to and have been for years. It’s no secret that all the girls go crazy around me, but there’s just something about this particular chick which feels different somehow.
When she looks at me, I don’t see the heated desperation that I usually see looking back at me from other chicks. Every single chick in Manorcroft High is eager to please me and they’re willing to do anything, and I mean anything to capture my attention, hopeful that I’ll somehow notice them and allow them to get close to me. Taylor used to love being the most envied girl in school, but I’m afraid she no longer holds the title of Manorcroft Queen, and that’s just something she’ll have to deal with.
But with this new girl, I can’t see any of that. She doesn’t seem to care that she’s in the presence of a fucking God, but I’ll allow that to slide for now, at least until she’s realized who I am. What I can see though is fear swimming in her eyes. This must be a big new place for her and I’m guessing she’s way out of sorts right now. I’m so not the guy she needs to help her fit in around here, yet I’ve also never been the type of guy to turn down a sexy piece of ass either.
A wicked grin creeps onto my lips when she swallows hard before reluctantly turning her gaze back to Bright. She’s so fucking nervous and it shows. It’s practically oozing out of her pores, and I fucking love it. I can tell she doesn’t seem to like me much, but that only causes a shiver of excitement to run down my spine.
Challenges are my specialty.
The second her penetrating eyes leave mine, I’m left feeling totally exposed—almost like she can see right through me, straight into the deepest, darkest depths of my damaged soul and I have to admit, I don’t love that as much.
“Egan,” Bright quickly turns his attention towards me and I don’t miss the heated snarl on his lips as he bares his nasty, crooked tobacco-stained teeth. “It would be wise to remember that I’m the Principle around here.”
Well, damn. That’s me told, or so the slimy jerk thinks. I hold my hands up in surrender just to appease him because the sooner he thinks I’m on side, the sooner he’ll be out of here and then I’ll be all alone with little Miss Greendale.
I shrug and step closer towards this mystical creature before me, and she squirms again as she looks me over, drinking me in, and it’s pretty damn easy to see that she’s uncomfortable as fuck in my presence, and that only fuels my sudden need to get to know her on a more personal level.
“I really don’t want to cause any issues.” She whispers all apologetically and I clench my jaw and fist my hands, desperately trying to shift my attention somewhere else before I say something that I won’t be able to unsay. Me and my smart-ass mouth never does anyone any favors, especially myself.
And, if only this chick knew what kind of issues she was currently causing in my head and my fucking pants right now.
“Not at all, Miss Greendale,” Bright coos at her and offers her a slimy ass smile and in one second flat I have a stronger urge than usual to sucker punch the son of a bitch in his balls. This chick just wants to get on with her day, even I can see that. The last thing she wants is to have this old fool trying to be all nice to her. “I think there’s definitely been some wires crossed somewhere along the way. As I was saying, your uniform is already here at Manorcroft. You’ll find it along with your books and schedule in the office. We have to order everything in directly.”
“Oh…” Her eyes sparkle with relief and I wish Bright would shut the hell up and hurry the fuck out of here, back hidden in his office where he belongs, yet his mouth still continues to move. Someone has charged his batteries good.
“So, as soon as you’re all changed and ready for the day ahead, Mr. Egan here will be more than happy to show you around and help you get a feel of the place.”
Fuck. This chick can sure as hell get a feel of something—my solid cock.
I smile menacingly at this poor, innocent girl. One I’m desperate to corrupt. My smile broadens some more when she foolishly licks her lips and swallows hard.
Game on…
Fear dances in her eyes and she’s right to be nervous around me. I can already tell I’m about to become her worst fucking nig
htmare, and there will be no way she’ll be able to escape me within these stone walls.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll be everything her momma probably warned her to stay away from and more, and I’m sure as hell going to enjoy every fucking second of her sweet torture.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OLIVIA
Today cannot get any worse, of that I’m one hundred percent certain.
I really thought I’d be able to quickly sneak into the main office, grab my books and schedule and get the hell out of this place until Monday, but after being barricaded by the school Principal and some hot as fuck jock, it looks like I’m here for the rest of today.
I wouldn’t mind but this whole set-up is crazy. I mean, whoever thought enrolling me into a new school on a Friday is out of there mind. No one can possibly think that’s a good idea, surely. Well, whoever the hell it was seriously needs to have a word with themselves and have their head examining. Normal people would leave it until the Monday, but then I guess my mom has never really been all that normal.
Speaking of my mother, she’s sure got a lot to answer for. And yes, even though the uniform issue has now been resolved, I still can’t believe she didn’t mention a single thing to me about it. I’ve never needed to wear a uniform at any of my other schools, so I thought maybe it would have stuck out to her.
“Now it looks like you’ve been a part of this school forever.” A deep rumble echoes at the side of me and I snap my head towards it when I step out of the girl’s bathroom, not all too surprised to find dark and dangerous waiting for me.
“Fuck you.” I hurl back at him and he’s quick to reward me with a devilish grin, warning me that he really isn’t someone I want to be messing with. I’ve struck a deal with the devil before, but this guy has me thinking maybe that was nothing and he’s the real deal. I can tell that this guy is trouble—trouble with a capital T. He’s relentless in his pursuit, I’ll give him that, as he still continues to look me up and down with a mixture of curiosity and distaste. Almost as though I’m something he’s eager to play with but worried how I’ll taste.