Chapter 2
Jensen
“I’ve got to get to class. See the two of you back at the apartment.” Jonas gives us each a fist bump before leaving. He barely makes it to the end of the building before he’s swarmed by the money chasers—sluts who only want us for wealth and prestige.
We’ve dealt with it since we hit the age to want what’s between a woman’s legs.
We all lost our virginity at thirteen. It’s a family tradition for the males in the big families.
While the girls are to remain pure until married off in whatever business dealing that suits the family, we get to enjoy all the bounties of sex.
“Got your guy picked out?”
“I do. Fucker likes to roofie girls at frat parties and rape them. I’m going to give him a little taste of his own medicine, except for the raping.
Not my speed. Dick isn’t my thing.” I give Hals a smirk and we both burst out laughing, gaining some attention from the students passing by.
After one glare from us, they turn their heads away and rush off.
Fucking pussies.
Everyone knows not to fuck with us at this shit hole of a school. We are their rulers, their kings, and they’d rather lick the shit on the bottom of our shoes than defy us.
“How about you, J? Got your eye on someone?”
We both have the same economics class, per our father’s request. So we head to the building, everyone moving out of our way as we walk.
“Yeah, Jack Schwartz.”
“Why did you pick him?”
“Because he keeps fucking gloating about how he could beat my cross-country time.” Hals just shakes his head knowing how competitive I am. I’ve held the record since freshman year and if I have anything to do with it, the only person that has a chance of beating it will be my son.
“And the girl?”
I laugh as my lip curls up. “Hilary James.”
“That mousy girl. What the fuck, man? Couldn’t you pick someone better looking? I’d really prefer to not have to put a bag over her head as she sucks me off.”
“She’s not a dog. And it doesn’t matter, we just need her to seal the deal. She’s the final girl.” In more ways than one. She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Fine.” Hals grunts. If we left the choice up to him, he’d pick some bubbly, fake titty sorority girl. We let him pick last year, and it was a shit show. This time, we each put a name in the hat. Hals just didn’t know me and Jonas had the same girl in mind.
Hilary James is an okay-looking girl. Brown hair, green eyes, and glasses that she always seems to be pushing up her nose.
In her three years here, I’ve never seen her at a party, with a guy, or hell, with friends.
She’ll never be missed. She’s a scholarship student, I bet no one will even look for her.
“How are we gonna work it? There’s not much time left to get close to her.”
“Jonas. He’s the least threatening. A few sweet words from him and she’ll open her legs, happy that one of us is showing her attention. He’s already been working his magic.”
“You think she’s a virgin? I haven’t had one of those in a while. There’s just something about having your dick coated in blood as you fuck a bitch.”
Ellie and Jenny step into our path, silencing us. We immediately plaster on our fake smiles. As much as we hate these twits, our fathers seem to think for the moment they’d make good wives when we graduate. Not that we’d ever be faithful.
“Hey guys.” The way they speak in unison makes me want to gag as they poke their chests out, their tits barely contained in the tiny tops they call shirts.
“Well, if it isn’t the two most beautiful women on campus. Hals and I were just talking about you.”
“You were?” Ellie swoons as she steps closer, placing her finger on my chest, letting it glide down until it reaches the waistband of my jeans.
“Keep that up, baby, and I’m going to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone. Would you like that? Having everyone watch me come inside of you.”
Ellie bites her lip as she gazes up at me through her lashes. Yeah, she’s thinking about it, the horny little slut. Not that I’m opposed to whipping my dick out in front of everyone.
She giggles as I trace my finger down the side of her face. I hate when bitches do that. A catty little game. Ellie and Jenny know what our fathers want, and they think they can be the ones to make us faithful.
Fat chance, bitches.
Dropping my hand, I give her a fake smile, continuing to let her believe I truly care about her.
“We need to get to class. Stop by the house tonight and I’ll let you suck my cock. Let’s go, Hals.”
Pushing past them, we both smirk at their pouty lips, arms crossed across their chest as they stomp their feet on the ground.
Immature. It’s a move that will cost them later—not like they’ll say anything.
As much as we despise the thought of being chained to them for the rest of our lives, they desire to be with us even more.
“Heard from your dad yet? Mine’s been blowing up my phone all morning. Wanting to make sure everything is in line for the thirteenth and that we haven’t fucked shit up. They act like it’s our first year doing it and not our last.”
“Fuck you with this last shit. You know full well we’re not going to be like our parents and theirs before them. This is going to continue until our dying breath. I’ve got a taste for it and don’t plan to stop. Unlike them, we’re better at picking our participants.”
We give each other a knowing look as we head toward the one-story brick building ahead of us. If all the sheep at this school actually knew what went down on the thirteenth, they would run in fear. Not every month, just those lucky few where it falls on a Friday.
It was a tradition started by our great-great-great grandparents or some shit like that.
That’s how long our families have been tied to one another.
A bond that passes from male offspring to offspring.
A deal was made in the night that secured our futures.
You’d think they made a deal with the devil himself—if he was real.
As we step up to the door, it’s held open by a wimpy little boy, who won’t make eye contact. He doesn’t need to fear us. He’s not on our radar. The child of a foreign diplomat would pull too much unwanted attention and a lashing from our fathers.
We strut down the hallway to our room. Hals is stopped by some of the football team, talking about the game coming up this weekend. Thankfully, this is an away game for them and doesn’t conflict with our plans.
I head toward our seats in the back that no one would dare sit in and drop down in mine, spreading my legs as I slump down. They definitely weren’t made for someone almost six feet tall.
I open up my Econ textbook. God, I hate this class. I’d much rather be in a women’s studies class than here.
I can feel the shift in air when Hals takes his seat beside me. The metal legs scrape against the tile floor as he flops down into it.
“Want to ditch the rest of the day?” He doesn’t even bother to whisper. Who fucking cares if we’re loud.
“Can’t. Got a test in the next class.” I wish that teacher was as wrapped around my fingers as the others, but he’s been giving my ass a hard time. Dad said to let it go, that he’d be sorted out. I just need to be patient and it just so happens to be one thing I’m good at.
The professor for the class, an overweight middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a wife who’s slept with half of the male faculty, steps into the room. A fucking joke of a man and waste of air. But he knows the deal when it comes to the three of us.
“Fine, I’m going to grab some beer and pizza and head to the house. Make sure I have everything in order,” he tells me as he opens his book, not even caring that class has started.
“Just don’t get wasted. We have a meeting and video call with the parents. Also, if all goes well, Jonas will be bringing home a guest tonight.”
That has Hals’ eyebrow raising, as we exchange a knowing look. He swallows his laughter as he turns his attention back to the front of the class. But I can see the playful smirk on his face.
He’s excited, and he’s ready. Hell, so am I. It’s been over a year since we’ve been able to celebrate. To tamper down the fire that burns deep inside of us. The joy of seeing our bodies and the ground covered in crimson.
Just a little longer. I take deep breaths, blowing them out to calm myself. It’s almost time.