F*ck You: Knox Academy - Term One

by Jaye Cox

  “Well I wouldn’t want you to feel left out,” I tease. I raise up onto my tiptoes and wrap my arms around Onyx’s neck, kissing him again. This time I set the pace, letting him know it’s okay to go a little further with me. He’s more than happy to oblige.

  “I’m not going to sleep with you,” I gasp as he starts kissing his way down my jawline to my ear.

  “Mmm-hmm,” he murmurs.

  “I mean it, O! Oh,” I groan as he starts to lick the sensitive little dip behind my ear. I feel my resolve instantly weakening. Who am I kidding? It isn’t weakening. It’s crumbled faster than the Berlin Wall came down.

  I press my body closer to his and he lifts me easily, moving us both to the bed. He lies back down with me straddling him, a clear message that I’m in control. I lean forward and kiss him again, sliding my hand up under his shirt. He pulls it off to give me free reign of every golden bump and ridge. As I explore him further, Onyx’s hands stray across my exposed abdomen. I tremble from his feather-light touches.

  “Onyx,” I gasp, as he flips us over so that I’m on my back. He grinds against me and my eyes flutter closed. I’m trying to remember why this was a bad idea. What were my reasons again for not sleeping with him?

  “Amelie…” he whispers, and I swear to God right now if the next words out of his mouth are even close to saying how much he wants me, I’ll be ripping off our clothes in a frenzy.

  “Hmm?”

  “I need you…”

  “God yeah.”

  “I need you...to put your trainers on. We’ve got running to do.”

  His words are a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over me, the sudden cold air between our bodies is my wake-up call.

  “Bastard,” I hiss.

  “Last one to the oval’s a rotten egg!” he cries, winking at me and taking off.

  I groan knowing that Onyx just played me like a fiddle, but laugh because I know it’s all in fun. His kiss was unexpected, as was how much I enjoyed it. Will these Knox boys ever stop surprising me?

  I jump up, grab my shoes, and race out of the door after Onyx, laughing. I’m not mad that he played me, I know the moment we just shared was genuine, and I like this more playful side to him. It doesn’t take me long to catch up to him, I suspect because he’s been waiting for me, and we fall into an easy silent rhythm beside one another. I can’t wipe the grin from my face.

  We run for longer than we normally would, until it’s almost dark. Onyx helps me with my cool down stretches afterwards, but they have the opposite effect. His touch sets me on fire. He offers to shower with me but now that he’s not distracting me with kisses, my resolve is firmly back in place. I shut him down, meaning to make him wait until we’ve developed a better connection. If he wants me, he can get to know me properly.

  I give him a peck on the cheek as I say goodbye and trudge back towards my dorm. My legs feel like jelly and I can’t wait to get in the shower. Actually, I’d really kill for a long hot bubble bath, but I don’t have one, so a shower will have to suffice.

  As I walk along the corridor towards my room, I see that fresh red paint is dripping above the “whore”. Trepidation fills me as I approach. What has Kalen done now? I thought we were good? As I get closer and can distinguish the text, a loud laugh falls from my lips. Painted in blood red to match the original Kalen has added “World’s Best Sister” so it now reads that I’m the world’s best sister whore. I crease up laughing and slip into my room to grab my phone. I power it up, check the coast is clear, and then snap a picture of the door. I know that it’ll be cleaned off by maintenance by the morning, and I want to keep this memento.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  I can’t believe it’s Halloween and that I’ve been here for over a month already. It’s funny how quickly I’ve adjusted, and life at Knox has become my new normal. The one thing I’ve not gotten used to though, is the weather. I don’t think I will ever get used to the cold. Or how bloody wet it is here. When I moan about it, Kalen and Elsie just laugh and tell me that I’ve not seen anything yet. I dread to think what that means. I bought – or should I say Kalen bought me – a coat on our shopping trip, but something tells me I’m going to need a warmer one soon.

  I get up at the arse-end of night – or the buttcrack of dawn depending on how you look at it – to run with Onyx. I’ve come to cherish the quiet time I get to spend in his company. It seems weird to say that a bond is growing between us when we rarely talk, but it’s there, nonetheless.

  After, I head back to my room just as it’s starting to get light, to shower and get ready for school. I don’t know if I’m distracted as I race into the bathroom, or if I receive a delivery while I’m in the shower, but when I return to my room a garment bag is waiting for me on my bed, a coffee in a to go cup on my bedside table. Kalen. I smile and snatch the coffee up first, before turning to the note pinned to the bag.

  Happy Halloween, sis! Here’s your costume for tonight’s party. I’ve included everything you need – and I mean everything! – so don’t even think about making any changes to it. Can’t wait to see you in it/get you out of it…xxx

  The boy is incorrigible, but he makes me laugh. I’m also slightly nervous about what might be in this bag, knowing Kalen as I do. I’m gutted that he wouldn’t let Elsie help him choose my costume: I may not like her style, but she knows mine and what I like. Plus, she’s the only person I can count on to rein Kalen in. Hmmm, do I look now or wait until later?

  Screw it, I’ve never been one for patience. I unzip the bag and pull out the costume Kalen has selected for me. I stare, open-mouthed at it, and then frantically search the garment bag for the rest of it. Bastard. There’s no way I can wear the tiny scrap of material he’s picked out for me. It’s practically just lingerie, and slutty lingerie at that! He’s been kind enough to include some killer stilettos for me too; and I mean that literally because I will break my neck in the damn things. Nu-uh. There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that I’m wearing that!

  I quickly get ready for school and head down to the dining room for breakfast. I spot everyone – that is to say the Knox brothers and Elsie – sitting at what has become ‘our’ table and I storm over to them.

  “Morning, sis!” Kalen grins at me. “I see you’ve taken a sneak peak at your costume for tonight’s party!”

  “Kalen,” I hiss. “I can’t wear that! I’ll get arrested for indecent exposure!” My face heats with anger and embarrassment.

  “Aww, sis, trust me, you wear that and you could easily get away with murder.”

  “Good. Because I’ll be plotting yours!”

  “Erm, Amelie?” Slate interjects. “Why don’t you just wear a different costume if you don’t like it?”

  “Dude! Shut up! You’re going to want to see her in what I’ve picked out, trust me!” Kalen replies, smacking Slate on the arm to shut him up.

  “Because,” I seethe. “I didn’t get another costume. Kalen said he’d take care of it! How was I supposed to know he’d have me looking like a damn hooker!”

  “Erm, did you meet our brother?” Onyx laughs.

  “Ha-ha,” I bite back.

  “Amelie, relax,” Elsie tells me. “It can’t be that bad, and besides, it is practically a tradition over here for the girls to dress a little more revealing than they normally would.”

  I eye her suspiciously.

  “So your costume…”

  “Has been supplied by Kalen too. So we are in the same boat. We will have fun together and own it!” She beams at me. I begrudgingly accept her suggestion.

  “Ok. I will wear the damn costume on one condition…”

  “Name it,” Elsie says.

  “Kalen has to wear the costume I provide for him too.”

  “Done!” Slate, Elsie and Onyx all call simultaneously as Kalen attempts to protest.

  “What? Hey! No, that’s not fair!” he cries.

  “Life isn’t fair, so suck it up, buttercup,” I say, deliberately throwing his own w
ords back at him.

  “I didn’t know you got me a costume,” he says.

  “I didn’t. But my best friend’s a drama major and she has access to the costume department so we’re about to leave you now and go have some fun!”

  Elsie and I leave, arm in arm, to uproarious laughter from the twins and Kalen’s sputtering complaints. The party might not be so bad after all.

  ***

  “Oh God, what was I thinking?” I groan. I’m standing in Elsie’s room staring at myself in dismay in the full-length mirror.

  “Amelie, you look hot. I would totally do you if you were on my team,” Elsie grins. We’re standing side by side and although our costumes are similar – we’re both dressed as naughty brides – mine is way more revealing than Elsie’s. I’m basically wearing a white bikini with a tiny scrap of lace connecting the two pieces down the front. There are lace ruffles on the cups and a short lace skirt that barely covers my ass – in fact, it just seems to highlight it. The stilettos Kalen gave me are white PVC hooker heels. I have white stockings and a blue garter, and the whole ensemble is topped off with a veil. Elsie’s is a low-cut white dress, no veil. Hardly the same. I know I should be grateful that the bra isn’t cupless, but I’m still going to kill Kalen when I see him.

  “I can’t do this!” I panic.

  “Here, drink this.” Elsie thrusts a drink from her well-stocked mini fridge into my hands, and I don’t question it; I down it. The alcohol burns all the way down but does warm me a little. “I can’t walk across campus like this,” I remind her.

  “Relax, I have a mac you can borrow. It’ll look amazing with that outfit!”

  “You know what’ll look amazing with this outfit? A blanket! Staying at home under mine and watching scary films!”

  “Ah but then you won’t get the satisfaction of seeing Kalen in his costume. You do not want to miss that!”

  She’s right. I sigh.

  “Besides,” she continues. “I bet within ten minutes of being there, Kalen will seriously regret the costume he chose for you.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because every male student in this school is going to be on you like white on rice and he will hate that.” She laughs. “Come, it is time to go.”

  She throws me a light coat – what did she call it? A mac? – which I pull on over my non-existent outfit. It’s pale-pink translucent PVC, a short-belted trench style that falls to mid-thigh, with a tulle underskirt that makes it flare out in a flirty swish as I walk. It’s the sexiest Goddamn coat I’ve ever worn. Sure, it doesn’t hide what I’m wearing underneath, but it fills me with so much confidence I strut across campus like I own it. Although, it could just be the drink kicking in.

  To my surprise, Elsie leads us to her car and tells me the party tonight is off campus a little way. I shrug and let her drive me. It doesn’t take long but panic builds as my surroundings become more and more familiar – even in the dark. When we pull up and park, I remain frozen in my seat.

  “What’s wrong, Amelie?” Elsie asks with a frown.

  “The party is at Sawyer’s house?” I whisper.

  “Shit! How did you know this was where Mr Knox lives?” I give her a hard look and she blushes. “Whoa, really?” I nod. “I can’t go in there, Elsie, take me home.”

  “Hey, relax! Kalen said his brother is out all night and gave him the go ahead to have a few friends over for a movie marathon.”

  “I thought it was a party?”

  “Duh, but he couldn’t tell Mr Knox that now could he!”

  “Please stop calling him that,” I groan, my head in my hands.

  “Did you call him Sir? Was it kinky? Did he spank you?”

  “Not talking about this,” I murmur.

  “The only way to stop my questions is to get your ass out of the car and into that house.” She grins, and for the first time I can see how evil she is. She’s loving every minute of my pain.

  “I hate you.”

  “Who has the biggest di—” I cut her off by scrambling from the car and slamming the car door.

  On the doorstep, I take a deep breath and let myself in. There’s no point knocking, the music is far too loud for anyone to hear me. Memories wash over me in a wave as I walk the familiar hallway and turn left into Sawyer’s lounge. The place is rammed; I think the whole school is here.

  “Amelie!” I spin at the soft sound of Slate’s voice. He’s dressed as a zombie jock, wearing American Football gear, and he looks mighty fine despite the gruesome face paint. “You look...wow…” he scans me up and down, his gaze heating to send the message his words cannot. Ok, maybe Kalen did good with the outfit choice.

  “Amelie! Sis! That coat was not part of our agreement!” Kalen crows from across the room. He battles through the throng like a salmon swimming upriver to get to me. When he reaches me, he too gives me the full body scan. “But hell if it wasn’t a great addition,” he says, eyes wide.

  I take a step back so that I can take in Kalen’s costume in its entirety. His long, usually messy hair is slicked back neatly and only a black bow tie graces his neck, the rest of his torso deliciously golden and bare, though gleaming. His wrists are encased in white satin shirt cuffs. On his bottom half he’s wearing a tiny apron, which I know is covering a black satin thong. A giggle escapes my lips as I indicate for him to spin for me. He does, and sure enough, he wore the thong. Fair play to him, he’s braver than me!

  “Why are you so shiny?” I ask, after wolf whistling him.

  “Baby oil,” he tells me. “Adds a certain appeal doesn’t it?”

  “You look flammable,” I grumble.

  “Because I’m so HOT BABY, YEAH!” he yells. “Speaking of hotness…” He fires out a hand and undoes my coat with an effortless flick of his wrist. He’s done that before, I think, as he peels back my coat, exposing way more skin than I’m comfortable with showing to the entire room. “How fucking SEXY is my sister-bride?” he screams. The whole room cheers and whistles, and I beg the ground to swallow me up. It doesn’t, but Slate does hand me a stiff drink, so it’s not all bad.

  “Dance with me, beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear, spinning me to face him and holding me close. It’s the perfect distraction, and I happily let Slate lead me in a slow seductive dance that’s at total opposites to the driving beat of the music.

  We dance for hours, drink too much and have a great time. Onyx is dressed as a sexy geek with glasses and everything, and he even dances with Elsie. Things are going great until some guy from the twins’ year decides he wants to dance with me. While that wouldn’t normally be a problem, this guy gets a bit too handsy and it all kicks off.

  “Get your fucking hands off my sister,” Kalen growls. He doesn’t quite manage to sound menacing but it’s the thought that counts. When the guy doesn’t listen, pulling me closer and grabbing my ass with a bruising force, Onyx loses it.

  He punches the guy, knocking him back onto his ass, then straddles him and rains down blow after blow.

  “Fuck!” I scream. “Onyx, stop!” He doesn’t listen. Someone yanks me out of the way and I’m suddenly wrapped in Kalen’s arms, pressed against his oily slick chest.

  “Get her out of here!” Slate hisses at Kalen, who immediately begins to drag me towards Sawyer’s bedroom.

  “Let me go, Kalen!” I start to struggle.

  “Wait in there,” he tells me, pushing me through the door and closing it behind me before I can protest. I stay put, despite every instinct telling me to get my ass back out there.

  Outside the bedroom I hear the music abruptly shut off and then Kalen yells, “Get the fuck out! Party’s over!” I hear the sounds of disgruntled partiers being kicked out, annoyed that their buzz has been killed so early. For a few moments all is quiet and then Onyx roars, “Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down! Where the fuck is she?!”

  I have about half a second’s warning to clear the door when it flies open with a bang and Onyx is on me. We fall back onto the bed, Onyx on t
op of me and before I can blink he’s kissing the shit out of me.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask, pulling back.

  “No one touches you.”

  “Onyx…” I begin to reproach him.

  “No. Even if you were just my Goddamn sister like Kalen keeps insisting, I wouldn’t let anyone touch you like that. I protect my Goddamn family.”

  “Not your sister,” I grumble. I know he thinks he’s being sweet, but I’ve had enough over-protection from Smalls and my actual brother to last me a lifetime.

  “I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine, Amelie,” he growls against my lips.

  “I think you mean ours, brother dearest,” Kalen calls from the open doorway, tutting. “We share our toys, O.”

  I sit up on the bed and quickly check for a nip slip. I’m good.

  “Has everyone gone?” I ask, choosing to ignore Kalen’s joke.

  “Just,” Slate answers, joining us and closing the door. He's just wiping off the last of his face paint with a towel, but he’s still rocking the athletic look. It makes my thighs clench.

  “Erm, why are we hanging out in here then? Surely the house is trashed, and we need to sort it.”

  “Relax, Amelie,” Slate says, holding up his hands in a calming gesture. “We’ll tidy up in the morning. Sawyer isn’t back til after lunch.”

  “So we’re staying here?”

  “Yep,” Kalen grins.

  “But there’s only one bedroom.”

  “Yep.”

  “How do you know?” Onyx snaps, staring at me sharply. He’s removed his fake specs and despite the nerdy tank vest, looks more like himself. Especially with the scowl he’s levelling my way.

  I blush and don’t answer.

  “Sis has had sexy time on this bed already! Shall we compete? You can tell us who’s the best,” Kalen crows.

  “Dick,” I hiss.

  “Exactly, who has the best dick.”

  “You. Always you, Kalen. But it’s the gigantic one hanging from your forehead.”

  The twins laugh.

  “Whatever. Budge up, I’m putting movies on. I’m far too buzzed to sleep yet.”