Bully Anthology: Boys of Westview Academy, books 1-4

by Mina Thorne

  “I fucked her too, dude,” Barrett said. “So did Whitt.”

  “It’s true, we’ve all been with crazy bitch Becca,” Whitt laughed.

  “Maybe that’s why she hates me,” I said, pondering if that was the source of it all. Was it something as simple as jealousy that had driven her to come at me so hard?

  The lock clicked open and Rome pulled the door wide, looked over and said, “Quick, give me the pills.”

  I handed him the baggie full of Adderal and Xanax and watched as he carefully opened Becca’s backpack and slipped it inside the inner pocket.

  “There, the crazy bitch is a druggie,” Whitt said.

  “I’ll have to get Sienna to call it in. It might be too obvious if I report it to the office,” I said and let Rome close the locker and reattach the lock.

  We left the hallway and had to rush to our separate classrooms. I had English and crept in while the teacher was going over today’s assignment.

  I was called out over it, but whatever amount of extra work my tardiness had gotten me, it was worth every little bit.

  I even managed to sneak a text in to Sienna telling her what to say.

  A couple classes later, during Biology, an announcement came over the PA system for Becca to see Dr. Adams in his office. It took every ounce of strength and focus that I had to not burst into laughter when it broke through the murmur of the classroom.

  She flounced past me with a smug grin on her face. “I wonder what this is about,” she whispered to to me. “I hope it’s about somebody being a slut in the equipment room.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you’re about to get a big surprise,” I replied with an arched brow.

  She jerked her head backwards with a strange look, but kept going with that annoying cocky sway that I hated so much.

  I almost wanted to follow her and find out what was said, but I was patient. I could wait and find out about it along with everybody else.

  “Did you hear anything?” Sienna asked me after school. She had run down the hall and held my arm, her breathless excitement catching me like a match to tinder.

  My own excitement flared up and I said, “No! Nothing! This is going to kill me.”

  “And tomorrow is the big game, I need to know if she’s suspended or what so I can get the squad ready,” she said.

  “You should go ask Dr. Adams. You have a reason to be snoopy, I don’t. And it’s so obvious if I ask him about it,” I said.

  “That’s true. I’ll give it a shot, tell him I need to know so I can get the girls in top form for the game.”

  She jogged off and I went to meet Barrett.

  “Did you hear anything?” he asked me the moment I slid into the passenger seat of his Audi.

  I laughed and shook my head. “No, people keep asking me like I’m Becca central or something.”

  “I figured if anyone would know, it would be you, babe,” he said. “It’s kind of your thing at this point.”

  “My thing?”

  “Yeah, your rivalry with Becca. That’s become like…your brand.”

  “Eww, seriously?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said. “I think it’s sexy, how devilish you get when you’re trying to out maneuver an opponent. Like real life chess.”

  “I guess I’d hoped I’d be known for being fashionable or brilliant. Or even that I’d be known for being the girl who had three boyfriends…but not because I hate Becca.”

  “Babe,” he said and glanced over at me as he drove. “It’s just an observation, it’s not set in stone, you know? I’m sorry I mentioned it.”

  “I’m glad you mentioned it,” I said. “And I’m not mad or anything. It just gives me something to think about. Do I want to only be known for something so negative, that’s all.”

  “I guess that’s something you need to answer on your own,” he said. “Until then, I’m going to enjoy the fact that you’re sexy when you’re devious and that you called me your boyfriend.”

  “Did I?” I asked with mock horror. “Oh god, now what does that mean?”

  “It means I’m horny for a drop dead sexy deviant,” he grinned. “How’s that for my brand?”

  “It’s spot on,” I replied and laughed.

  As much as it was just easy banter between Barrett and I, his words really did bother me.

  Mom had always taught me to be kind above all. And yeah, it had led to me being maybe comically naïve about life and people’s intentions, but I hadn’t minded it too much back then.

  I liked who I was now, with my new experience and learning and growing as a person and now as a girlfriend. But I didn’t like that I’d developed a harsh side. A mean side.

  I didn’t like that I’d allowed revenge to take over and turn me into the very tyrant I was trying to defeat.

  But what I did to Becca was already done, so there was no going back on it. I wasn’t about to call Dr. Adams and give him a reason to expel me. I’d make it my last stand though, the last thing I did to Becca.

  If she wanted to continue our rivalry, she was going to have to do it on her own.

  A one sided fight wasn’t going to last long, especially if I was caught up with my three boys. Whitt, Rome and Barrett could consume the part of my mind that was currently obsessed with Becca and give me something good to obsess over.

  After all, what else was better than obsessing over three sexy guys who were all so different, all so damned hot, and who all belonged to me?

  I couldn’t think of anything, not even Becca could hold a candle to the space they took up in my head, my heart and my bed.

  Chapter 63

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Sienna jumped up and down on the sidewalk in front of the school as I walked up in the morning.

  Barrett had parked the car and loped off to the football field. Tonight was their biggest game of the year and he was excused from classes all day so the team could get themselves psyched up to win.

  And we needed a win. Our school hadn’t been doing so great with all the drama around Barrett and Mason, but tonight was going to be the big turn around. I could just feel it.

  Mason had simmered down at least. I think all of us seeing his little dick out in the wild on full display had deflated whatever ego he’d been trying to prop up. He backed off Barrett and accepted him fully as the team captain and Barrett had let him back on the team.

  Barrett was killing it at school now too, with the proper tutors. Dad had found two retired professors in our neighborhood who specialized in learning disorders. They had done wonders for Barrett’s academic success and his emotional well being.

  “Hurry up!” Sienna yelled at me as I took my time, lost in the one nicer morning we’d had in days. And of course caught up in my own thoughts.

  “What is it?” I asked and laughed as I made it to her on the sidewalk.

  She grabbed my arm and looked me in the eyes, her sparked with fierce triumph.

  “She got kicked out!”

  “What? Off the team?” I exclaimed. “That’s what we wanted!”

  “No, I mean out of school!” Sienna said with a maniac laugh. “They tested Becca for drugs, and it turned out she was actually taking something. So not only did they find the pills in her locker, but now everybody thinks she’s a druggie!”

  “This is amazing,” I said. “I know I had my big speech last night about forgiving her and moving on, but damn. This is karma at its finest, hey?”

  “Yeah, that was weird,” Sienna laughed. “I read your text and thought you must be drunk or something. But it was nice of you to say, it just means your karma is clean!”

  “Not exactly, but maybe I’ll volunteer at an animal shelter this weekend just to make sure,” I said.

  “Next weekend maybe…this weekend will be nonstop parties. You can’t go all boring nice girl on me now.”

  I agreed not to and we headed into the school.

  Once inside, everybody was talking about the news.

  I m
ean everybody.

  I heard Becca’s name everywhere I turned and I actually felt bad for her.

  I knew how horrible it had been to be in the spotlight like that, to be talking about and laughed at by the entire school.

  And yes, Becca had been the reason for it, but I did feel bad for her. Second hand embarrassment maybe, and a little guilty because of my part in it.

  “Don’t look so sad,” Sienna whispered at my locker. “I know we set her up but think of it this way…if Becca was doing drugs for real, we are responsible for getting her the help she so obviously needs.”

  “Okay, I can live with that,” I said. “That’s a really good way to look at it actually.”

  “Exactly,” Sienna said. “That’s why my dad said I should go into marketing. I can make anything seem palatable.”

  “It might be a good quality to have,” I smiled. “And I do hope Becca gets the help she obviously needs.”

  It was strange going the whole day without my boys around. I was so used to having at least one of them within a short distance that it felt like I was missing part of myself without them there.

  And I had to admit, was feeling a little down about Becca being caught with drugs. That was such an unexpected response that I missed Whitt’s careful counsel. It never mattered what it was about, I could always count on him to help me through the worst times, always with wise words and a crooked smile at the end to make me happy.

  Rome was my distraction. His constant flirtation and over sexual interest took my mind off anything that bothered me. I needed him to grab my ass or kiss my neck when he got the chance. I needed him to do it and claim me in front of the other two, just to piss them off maybe, but also to make me feel wanted.

  And then there was Barrett, my sweet, complicated step brother. I needed him to help me work through these conflicting emotions because he would understand them like nobody else. He and I were like yin and yang, helping each other. We flowed together and grew as one in our understanding of the world.

  And his possessiveness always got the other two going, that was hilarious to watch. Especially him and Whitt, they’d been butting heads over me since day one.

  After school I got a ride home with Sienna so I could get changed and ready for tonight’s game. Barrett was going to come home briefly and I would catch a ride back with him.

  I couldn’t wait for the game. I wasn’t on the squad for tonight, but I got to sit right down at the edge of the field with the cheerleaders and the team. There was something incredible about seeing them play up close and that personal, like watching great wild beasts fighting in the forests or something.

  I walked through the house and found Roland rushing around like crazy getting ready for his evening with Tom.

  “Hey! Does this look okay?” he asked and grabbed my shoulders when he saw me at the top of the stairs. “Am I too over dressed?”

  “You look amazing,” I replied, and he did. His straight, dark hair was styled slightly shaggy with rainbow tips that moved and flowed when he walked. He had done his face, if there was one thing Roland was good at, it was make up. And he looked incredible. His cheekbones were enhanced and his skin absolute perfection.

  He did, however, look like an unsettling combination of Elaine and Barrett. I would never tell him that though.

  He was wearing ripped Chanel jeans and a red and gold Chanel shirt.

  “Are you sure it’s not too much?”

  “Why are you so worried about that?” I asked.

  “Tonight’s the night,” he said and practically wiggled as he said it.

  “For what? You guys are coming to the game, right?”

  “Yes, and then we’re getting a hotel room later,” he said with a deliberate raise of his eyebrow.

  “Ohhhhh,” I laughed. “Tonight’s the night you’re having sex with Tom! I can’t believe you haven’t done it already.”

  “I’m not a slut like you, love,” he grinned.

  “True, true, I have gotten pretty slutty,” I said and pretended to think about it seriously for a moment. Then I laughed and slapped his arm. “Wait a minute, you’re not allowed to call me slutty.”

  “You know I love you,” he said and kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you at the game.”

  “Love you too,” I replied and laughed to myself on the way to my bedroom. I would never be offended when he called me names like that, we joked with each other all the time, it was kind of our thing. He’d become like a big brother to me as well as a best friend in the time that he’d been around.

  Funny how just a few short months ago I didn’t have any of these people in my life, and yet now I couldn’t imagine a day going by without seeing them.

  I climbed into the shower and let the hot water wash away the guilty feelings that had been keeping my limbs tense and knotted all day. Becca would get the help she needed, I had to focus on that and not my own vengeful behaviour.

  I was standing with my eyes closed under the stream when I heard a noise. The distinct click of the bathroom door closing.

  “Who’s in here?” I asked as my eyes snapped open and I peered around the fogged glass.

  Whitt was standing in the middle of my bathroom with a raging hard-on and a face cloth draped over it.

  He had that lazy grin I loved so much and he said, “You need help scrubbing your back, babe?”

  I laughed and said, “How could I possibly turn down the chance to have a big dick soap me down?”

  “You think it’s big?” he asked and lifted his brows as he tucked his chin to his chest and looked down. “I can’t tell under there…wanna take a closer look to be sure?”

  As much as Whitt joked around with me, and as much as he was the laid back, no pressure one of my guys…the moment he started talking like that, I was putty in his hands.

  I swallowed and said, “Yeah, I’d like that,” while I nodded slowly.

  I was fixed on the bobbing white face cloth as he strolled closer, marveling that he was so long it not only stayed on, it didn’t even cover all of him.

  He stepped into the shower and I reached down to remove the cloth. I looked directly down at it and I exhaled slowly.

  “Whatya think, babe?” he asked and reached up to brush a wet strand of hair off my shoulder. “Is it big enough for you?”

  I laughed to break the tension and said, “You know it’s huge, you know I want it…”

  I dropped my hand down and grasped the shaft, slid my fingers up and down and loved the way he drew his breath in and tensed up at my touch.

  The power I felt with a dick in my hand was incredible, it was addictive, and it was something I never though I’d love this much.

  “Oh fuck, Steph,” Whitt said, all traces of playful humor gone from his voice. “The way you touch me is…fuck, it’s fire.”

  “I love your dick,” I whispered. “I love how it feels when you’re buried inside of me.”

  The words spilled from my mouth, almost shocking me with how vulgar they were but the power that spread through my body needed a release somewhere.

  And I wanted him, I’d never been with Whitt on his own and I’d been with the other two…he needed some one-on-one attention.

  “We have time now,” I said in his ear and slid my hand back and forth, speeding up a little until I couldn’t wait. Until I needed him. “If you want to…you know, fuck me…”

  “Oh god, yes,” he rasped and then stopped, froze in place. “But I don’t have condoms, sweetness.”

  “Top drawer to the right of the sink,” I said. “I’m prepared for anything.”

  He laughed and pulled away, kissed my mouth quickly and practically leaped across the bathroom to the vanity. He opened the drawer, fumbled with the row of condoms and finally tore one away. He turned around, gave me that sexy, lazy grin I loved and peeled the pack apart.

  He walked back to the shower, we stood in a spot away from the water and steam, and I helped him roll it down his massive, thick shaft.

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bsp; It was gorgeous, as much as a dick could be gorgeous. But I wanted to look up at Whitt as he slipped it inside, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lift me up.

  He backed me against the shower wall where steam was spraying, but no hot water, and kissed my neck. I moaned and wrapped my legs around him, felt him pushing at me and finally slide his full length inside.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned as if in agony and I loved it. I loved the way he breathed differently and sounded differently when he was inside of me. “You’re so fucking tight. So hot…you’re my good luck charm, Steph.”

  “If you win, I’ll do this again” I breathed out and twisted against him, felt his dick buried as deep as it would go and I dug my fingers into his back. “If you win you can have sex with me over and over until we can’t walk, okay?”

  He growled and kissed my mouth, then said, “Yes…I’ll win for you…my lucky girl, my good luck girl.” He moved faster inside of me, thrusting and breathing in my ear until I came in a burst of pent up desire.

  He followed quickly, his shaft flexing and expanding inside of me before he exploded his release. His breathing was so ragged and so filled with yearning and desperate need, that I came again with him.

  I couldn’t get enough of him, I wanted him deeper and harder until I milked him dry and left him needing more of me like a drug.

  But we had a football game to get to, and I worried about the condom, so I reluctantly slipped off him. He threw the condom in my trash as I started to soap myself down, but he joined me immediately and we slipped and slid our hands all over each other until we almost didn’t leave the shower and make it to the game.

  But our time together had to end, so we shut off the water and stepped out into the chilly room and back to reality.

  Chapter 64

  “I guess with you promising me more of that if we win, I’d better get to the game as soon as possible,” Whitt said with a grin as we were drying off.

  “Before you go, here,” I said and handed him my towel. “Get my back.”