“Maverick, won’t you be hosting a pool party for seniors this Saturday? It’ll be a great opportunity for Cocoa to meet some of the senior class. She’ll be attending Montgomery Academy,” says Mr. Thompson.
“He would love to have her.” My father fake gushes when I know he’s burning inside. It does make me happy to know he’s upset.
She still doesn’t acknowledge me. I’m used to girls falling all over me.
“Michael Thompson, party of three. Your table is ready,” calls the hostess.
“We’ll see you in town sometime, Judge Carter,” says Mr. Thompson, as he and his new family follow the hostess.
“I look forward to it,” John says as he retakes his seat. I watch Cocoa as she walks away. I’m hypnotized by the sway of her hips and the jiggle of her ass. I want that.
“I can’t believe he brought that nigger-fucking bitch and her mutt daughter to Montgomery. Soon Montgomery won’t be livable anymore, with the trash moving in. Montgomery Academy is going downhill, letting anyone enroll. It’s bad enough scholarships are awarded to trash whose parents can’t afford tuition. I want you to stay away from her,” says John.
“I don’t know John, we could use a little color around here,” I reply, just to piss him off.
What did I tell you about calling me John in public?”
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want, John.”
“Listen, you little punk, you better start respecting me.”
“And if I don’t?” I challenge.
We start a staring contest. After a few minutes, John nervously looks away.
“John, I’ll do what the fuck I want, when the fuck I want. I’m not the scared little boy I used to be, so it’s you that better start respecting me.”
I continuously steal glances at Maverick from the table where I sit. If I thought the two assholes from earlier were attractive, they don’t compare to Maverick. His dark brown hair is long enough to rest across his forehead and curl around his ears. His fathomless eyes sit in a classically handsome face, with a strong jaw and full lips. Even though he didn’t stand like his father, fucking asshole, I can tell he’s really tall. He has big, strong, muscular arms and chest, showcased by his fitted white shirt. The boy definitely eats his Wheaties.
“Maverick is the quarterback of the Montgomery Wildcats,” Michael tells us.
Maybe I will go to this pool party. I plan on being a cheerleader, and I do want to make friends.
A few hours later, I hit Lo’s name on my cell phone. After a few rings, she answers.
“Hey, baby girl.”
“Hi, I found a job today.”
“That’s my little go-getter.”
I laugh.
I tell her about the two assholes I bumped into today.
“Do you need me to come to the east coast and fuck some shit up?”
She really would, no one fucks with her friends and gets away with it.
“No, I got this.”
My pool party started about two hours ago. I’ve waited for Cocoa to arrive like a fucking lovesick puppy. When she didn’t make an appearance, I grabbed the hand of the first attractive bitch I saw. She didn’t question me—just followed me like the good little whore she is. Pussy comes easy for me. I never have to work for it. I fuck to satisfy my basic urges, it’s never about the girl. There’s no feeling, except for when my dick enters the pussy. Once I reach my climax, the feeling is gone, and the girl is useless to me. No kissing, no touching, no feelings – on my part, at least. My introduction to sex wasn’t normal. My father started taking me on his weekly visits with a prostitute named Candy a few towns over when I was nine. He would beat the shit out of her as he fucked her, and I was forced to watch. Sometimes, he would make me hit her, too.
“This is how you treat bitches Maverick. This is the only thing they’re good for, opening their legs and keeping their mouth shut. If your bitch becomes mouthy, you show her who’s in charge with your fist,” John said as he smacked Candy across the face.
At the age of twelve, I lost my virginity at the same hotel to a different prostitute named Tammy. In the beginning, I couldn’t get hard, and it infuriated John.
“Are you a faggot? Is that it? I’ll kill you before I have a faggot for a son. You’re a weak little bitch, just like your mother,” John said as he punched me in the stomach, bringing me to my knees.
I was nervous and scared, I didn’t want to have sex with Tammy, but I was afraid of John more, so eventually I was able to perform. That was my introduction to sex. John has a sound-proof room where he can perform all sorts of cruelties on his current girlfriend.
I have a faceless, nameless girl bent over my pool table in the game room, fucking her from behind.
“Oh Mav, you feel so good, baby. I’ve always wanted you.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I don’t want pretty words.
I continue to pump my dick in and out of her pussy. I give her strong, bruising slaps to the ass as I fuck her. I only fuck doggy style. I don’t want too much skin contact. It’s too much intimacy when I only want to take care of a basic need. Once I come, I pull out of her pussy. Her ass is glowing a bright red. Nameless girl pulls her bikini bottoms up and turns around to face me. She wraps her hands around my neck.
I grasp her wrist to detangle her limbs from me then push her away.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
Nameless girl looks hurt. “My name is Samantha.”
“I don’t care what your name is.”
“I thought you liked me.”
Samantha looks good with her long chestnut hair, baby blue eyes, and amazing body, but still, there’s nothing special about her.
“You were the closest girl standing next to me, so I grabbed your hand. It didn’t matter who I fucked. Any girl would’ve done.”
“So, you don’t want my number.”
“Fuck no. You’re nothing but three holes.”
Tears fill her eyes. “You fucking asshole,” she yells as she pushes past me.
“I know.”
I walk back out to the pool party towards Dee and Nix, taking the seat next to Dee. Victoria and her bitches are on the other side of the table. Victoria has a pretty face with an A+ body but all I want from her is a quick fuck when I’m in the mood. Today I had a taste for new pussy. She has an attitude because I just fucked what’s her name, but she’ll get over it.
“What the fuck did you do to Sam?” asks Dee.
“Nothing she didn’t want done. I didn’t make any promises to her.”
“You are so fucking cold, man,” says Nix, laughing.
I live in the lap of luxury, but I’m still dead inside. The saying ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ is the truest statement that I’ve ever heard. I live in a six-bedroom house with four and a half bathrooms, theater, wet bar, mudroom, wine cellar, gym, swimming pool, pool house, and a four-car garage.
“Fuck,” Nix whispers.
“Look how those titties bounce and sway,” says Dee with reverence in his voice like he’s in the presence of a fucking god.
I follow Dee’s line of vision… Cocoa has just arrived.
“Mom and Michael, I’m heading to the pool party,” I yell up the stairs to them.
“Okay honey, have a good time,” Mom replies.
“Make a lot of new friends,” Michael adds.
I’ll be arriving late to the pool party because I suggested to Mary that I train today so on Tuesday after school, I can just jump right into my responsibilities. I’m a quick learner.
I hop into my red Ford Focus. I type the address that Michael gave me into my cell phone’s GPS. Once I get a sense of where I’m going, I start the ignition and drive off.
I decided to wear my head-turning red bikini. I paired it with black shorts, my black and red cover-up, and black flip-flops. I pulled my box braids into a high ponytail. I’m wearing my favorite sterling silver hoop earrings.
In twenty minutes, I turn left onto t
he road leading to Maverick’s house. When I round a curve, a magnificent house appears.
“Wow.”
This house is twice the size of Michael’s. There is a two-tiered balustrade porch on the front of the house. Maverick is most likely the most popular boy at Montgomery Academy, the prince. I park my car behind the last one on the long driveway. I knock on the front door but no one answers, so I try the doorknob to find it unlocked. I follow the music to the back of the house through the kitchen.
I open the sliding door and step outside. Lounge chairs, tables, and large umbrellas to provide shade against the sun are stationed around the large rectangular pool. There are a lot of students here. Some are sitting on lounge chairs, while others are in the pool. Alcohol and drugs are going around freely. I’m not surprised. I’m not new to this. I walk over to the first unoccupied lounge chair. I take off my cover-up and shorts and slide out of my flip-flops.
I survey the faces around me. I’ll find Maverick so that he can make introductions. When I spot him, he’s with black and red hair guys. They’re engaged in conversation. He knows those assholes.
Great.
I walk over to them.
“Hi Maverick,” says Cocoa.
My fucking God.
She has to be a siren—the sight of her amazes me. Cocoa’s wearing a skimpy red bikini. My eyes travel from her full lips to her bikini top that barely contains her plump breasts, to her slightly round stomach, and then to her inviting thick thighs. The people around us go silent. No doubt the fuckers are wondering who she is to me.
“Who said you could speak to me?” I want to know how far I can push her. Will she run away crying, or rise to the challenge?
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, mutt.”
“Mutt?”
I’m referring to her biracial status.
She’s getting pissed now. That’s right, baby, give me your hate and your anger… that’s what I want.
“You don’t belong here,” I say. “In fact, you don’t belong anywhere. You’re not black or white. What you are is an abomination.”
“I know where the fuck I belong and it’s standing right next to you.”
Dee and Nix look intrigued, as does everyone else who’s close enough to hear the conversation.
“You really think so, Cocoa?”
“What type of name is Cocoa? That’s a dog’s name, but maybe that’s what you are. Your hair is a ghetto mess. Don’t you think you’re a little too fat to be wearing that bikini?” says Victoria.
“Aww, I would be upset too if I had the body of a twelve-year-old, you anorexic bitch,” Cocoa replies.
She knows how to give as good as she gets.
“Bitch, I will destroy you,” Victoria says as she stands.
“You can try.” Cocoa makes a fist, no doubt ready to beat the shit out of Victoria.
“Sit the fuck down, Victoria,” I warn her. “There’ll be no fighting at my house.”
She immediately sits her ass back down.
“There’s only one dog here that I see. Do you always obey your master?” says Cocoa.
Victoria gasps in outrage.
I stand and slowly walk to Cocoa. My tall form towers over her. She stands her ground, she’s not afraid of me, and I fucking love it. I don’t stop until my chest brushes her bikini top. There’s no skin to skin contact, but I can still feel the electricity between us. I grasp her upper shoulders, squeezing my fingers around her soft flesh. I know the hold is painful for her. She attempts to knee me in the dick, causing me to lose my grip on her shoulders. She breaks free and slaps me hard across the face.
“Damn,” I hear Nix say.
I taste a coppery tang in my mouth. I touch my finger to the pain I feel there. I pull my finger back to see blood on the tip. I’m turned the fuck on. What I really want to do is pick her up and take her to the house to fuck the shit out of her, but not while the whole senior class is around.
“Don’t you ever put your hands on me again,” she hisses as she turns on her heel.
She stops by the lounge chair to pick up her belongings then storms through the sliding doors. She didn’t bother covering herself up. I walk over to the music to turn it off. All eyes are on me.
“Party’s over. Get the fuck out.”
Everyone scrambles to get out as quickly as possible, except Dee and Nix; they know I wasn’t referring to them. I return to my seat next to them.
“So, you’re not going to do anything about her bitch-slapping you in front of the entire senior class?” asks Dee.
My response is a sinister laugh.
“Let the games begin,” says Nix.
It’s Tuesday morning, my first day of school, and it’s time for me to face the music. I shouldn’t have slapped Maverick. He’s so big and intimidating but I refuse to show him my fear. He has at least two inches on his friends. I committed social suicide. Why couldn’t I control myself? I just refuse to take shit from anyone. I kicked myself for the remainder of the weekend because of my actions. I have no idea what to expect when I arrive at school today. The senior class might be gunning for me. My mom and Michael already left for work. I’m standing in front of my vanity mirror to check my appearance one more time then leave out for school. I applied very little makeup today—a little eyeshadow, cream eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. Classes start at 8:00 a.m. and end at 3:30 p.m.
I look like a high-price hooker who’s playing dress up for a dirty old man. I’m wearing a red and black striped pleated uniform skirt, a short-sleeved white button-up shirt, a tie the same color as my skirt, and white thigh-high pantyhose. Black loafers complete my outfit. I also have a long-sleeved shirt, a black blazer, and a sweater vest for the colder months. The school’s crest is an X with an eagle in the middle. I’m wearing my box braids down today.
The drive to school is about thirty minutes. I grab my laptop case with my Mac inside, my book bag and purse, then leave the house. Each student is given a school email address, so I was able to view my class schedule on Friday. My morning classes are Physics, Calculus, Spanish II, and World History. I go to lunch from 12:30 p.m. until 1:00 p.m. My afternoon classes are Creative Writing and Physical Education. Cheerleader tryouts are today after school, and then I’m going to the pizzeria for my shift. I also need to find out how to become a part of the school paper. I arrive at the school and pull my car into the first available parking spot. The lawn is perfectly manicured. The brick building looks more like a community college. Montgomery Academy has three floors.
I viewed the school map online, so that I wouldn’t feel so lost on my first day. Classes for ninth graders are in the west wing, the sophomores in the north, and juniors in the south, and seniors in the west. The cafeteria is in the center of the wings. All grades have different lunch periods. The football field is at the back of the building. The gym is in a separate building with the swimming pool.
I’m so happy that I don’t see Maverick or his asshole friends. I leave my car and start walking to the east wing entrance. There are students loitering about, socializing after the long summer. I feel so left out. No one acknowledges me or offers a friendly greeting as I walk by. I hear a ding, so I pull my cell phone from my purse. It’s a text message from Saint.
Saint: Enjoy your first day at school.
He doesn’t understand how much I needed that right at this moment.
I smile as I reply.
Me: Right back at you.
I slam into a hard chest and fall to the ground hard.
This seems familiar.
I look up to see Maverick, black hair, and red hair standing over me.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” says black hair.
I stand to my feet. “Fuck you, asshole,” I say even though, technically, it is my fault I ran into him again.
“Listen mutt, you’re at the bottom of the food chain here. Stay in your place. Only speak when permission is granted,” says Maverick.
Why is M
averick’s country accent more pronounced and sexier?
“I don’t know what type of people you’re used to dealing with, but it obviously isn’t someone like me. I will never bend to your will,” I say, walking off.
I enter the building, it’s immaculate, with gleaming floors, wide hallways, and clear cases hang on the walls with trophies inside, as well as pictures of alumni. When I locate my locker, I see the word “nigger” written on it with red lipstick. I scowl as I grab tissues from my purse to remove the derogatory word from my locker. I hear laughter to my right, so I turn in that direction. The bitch from the pool party is standing with two bimbos laughing. No doubt the bitch did this. She’s pretty with her long blonde curly hair and green eyes, but I bet she’s as ugly as a rotting corpse inside. Bimbo One has black hair and dark eyes, while Bimbo Two has dark blonde hair with hazel eyes.
I walk over, stopping directly in front of her.
“Listen, bitch, I will fuck you up,” I tell her. “I’m not scared of you or your two bimbos. Keep doing shit behind my back, because the moment you do it in my face, your face will be black and blue.”
I bump her as I walk past. It’s clear that they’re not used to their victims fighting back. I stop in my tracks when I see Maverick, black and red hair guys standing there. They witnessed the entire exchange. They probably put the bitch up to it. They probably thought that I would go running to a school official in tears. Cocoa Matthews is made of tougher stuff.
“Your senior year is about to be a living hell,” says Victoria.
“Bring it on, bitch,” I say, looking at Victoria over my shoulder.
I stop in front of Maverick and cross my arms.
“Did you put her up to that?” I ask.
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“I’m not scared of you either motherfucker or your two bitch boys. Don’t let my size fool you, big surprises come in small packages.”
“Look, house nigger, I’ll have you on your knees begging for mercy then I’ll throw you away like the trash you are.”
Students are standing around, observing the exchange.
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