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Chapter Five
Roe
After an uneventful evening with Katie, which involved a homecooked meal from our housekeeper, Mrs. Deeptol, a ginormous ice-cream sundae, trashy reality TV, a surprisingly solid 8-hours of sleep, and, unfortunately, not a single joint, it was time to head to school. To say I am nervous enough to piss my pants is an understatement.
The school's uniform is a joke. Katie went ahead and stocked my wardrobe the minute she found out I would be staying with her; and I'm talking a walk-in wardrobe stuffed with frills, satin, leather, and lace in colors ranging from purple, pink, blue, green, and yellow. I am struggling to find a single black item in here, because, let's face it, there is no way in hell I am wearing a single item in this room. Ok, that's a lie. The lingerie options were choice. Blacks, whites, and reds in everything from thongs to corsets and garters. Katie also slipped in a pair of red Converses amongst the glitter and straps, and they are everything my younger self (OK, and my current self) had ever dreamed of owning. Real Converses !
But the uniform… I told Katie there was no way in hell I would be caught dead wearing the skimpy hooker outfit. She countered that she would cancel my allowances if I didn't comply with the school's rules of wearing the previously mentioned trash. Fuck that, I had already spent thousands in my head since she had told me about it, and I r eally wanted to spend it for real. Starting with a head-to-toe waxing session, because it was so not yeti season.
Hell, if she wants me to dress in the teeny-tiny red cheerleader skirt, a white button-down blouse with a couple of buttons missing at the top, and thigh-high stripper socks, all for a regular cheque, I would fucking do it. She could damn well tell me to go to school in nothing but a bra and thong, and I'd go happy as Larry, as long as the price was right.
There was another condition, however. Listen to the Dukes .
To be honest, I'm not entirely convinced the Dukes hold that much power. I would be tempted to try them if it weren't for the money… Who am I kidding? I am absolutely going to test them.
I am standing in front of the mirror in my new bedroom, it's hard not to see as it covers an entire wall. My skirt is too short. No matter how much I tug at it, the thing will not become more modest. Don't get me started on the design choice either, because this flimsy thing is going to go all Marilyn Monroe at the slightest touch of wind.
The blouse isn't too horrible, now that it's on. Yeah, I would love another button, but as long as I wear a decent bra, my tits will stay tucked away. I cup my breasts. The top does do wonders for them, that's for sure.
The stripper socks I could do without. Are they sexy? Too right they are. But I'm going to school, for fucks sake, not the corner. I sigh, remembering my promise to Katie. I am thankful there are no shoes to go with the uniformbecause no doubt they'd have me in some six-inch heels that would break my ankle before I had even left the house; the number of stairs in this place is ridiculous! I'll be sticking with the Converses, thank you very much. At least the colors match.
Katie is squealing like a tween at a Justin Bieber concert when I trudge down the stairs.
"Oh! Roe, you look just like I did back in the days!" she says, like it has been forever and not the mere three years since she'd last worn the stupid thing. She scrambles to unlock her phone. "I just have to take a photo! It is your first day, after all. Double Bay High is going to get you places, Roe. You will want the memento when you look back in ten years' time."
Yeah right . I smile for the camera instead of voicing my doubts. She will just get snotty and give me the silent treatment. That is one thing I have learned in my single night here. Katie doesn't do conflict.
She hands me a hundred-dollar bill.
"For coffee," she says.
I am gaping like a freaking fish out of water. "Uh, you reckon they'll have change for this?" I ask, still staring at the crinkle-free, green slip.
"Of course," she says offhandedly. "This is Double Bay we are talking about."
Yeah, like that is going to clear it up for me. Ritch school accepts big notes. Got it.
"Are you excited for your first day?" Katie asks, a big, matte red smile in place.
"Sure," I reply. I can't remember the last time I went to school. I was a troubled student as it was. Being so far behind is going to kill me.
Katie tugs me in for a hug. "You will be fine, Roe. And I am sure Trent will be by your side as long as you need him."
That's right. My tutor .
"Trent's not one of these Dukes, is he?" I ask wearily.
"Oh, no, I don't believe so," Katie replies, but I notice her smile has become strained and her eyes dart away nervously.
Interesting .
Maybe this Trent will be useful in more ways than one. If he's on the bad side of the Dukes, maybe he could help me out with my scheming.
Just then, I hear a car honk from outside.
"That will be Trent!" Katie announces, flouncing ahead to greet my tutor.
I follow grudgingly behind. In my mind, I have thought up Trent to be short and pimply, with a large forehead and a buck-toothed smile. Oh, how delightfully wrong I am.
Trent is big; he has muscles for days . He is tanned, though lighter than West, has thick eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of, and playful, chocolate eyes. He sports a man bun, which, to be completely honest, is usually not to my taste, but damn, he can pull it off.
I realize Katie and Trent are both staring at me. I must have missed the introductions while my hussy self was checking him out. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Sorry," I say, my lips curling into a flirtatious smile. "I was just pondering whether to get a fresh pair of underwear because these are suddenly damp." I flutter my eyelashes flirtatiously but keep my smile light so as not to give the poor fella any false hope.
As expected, Katie's eyes have grown to twice their usual size, and her face has bloomed an intense shade of cherry red, matching her lipstick ridiculously well. Without muttering a goodbye, she is off, heels tap-tapping on her way back inside.
Trent, however, is taking me in with new eyes. He has a huge smile on his face, showcasing a set of white teeth that are slightly too large. Ok, now I'm being picky.
Trent shoves off his sports car he had been resting against and extends his hand.
"Trent," he says. He has an accent. French, I think. I accept his hand and pump once. "And you, Roe…" he breaks off in a strong baritone laugh. "I mean, shit! Double Bay High will not know what hit it when you walk through the gates."
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Sherry is on my fucking back before I have taken two steps from my Mustang.
"Why the fuck is Holly saying you and her got together yesterday?" she screeches, her cheeks an unattractive pink in her anger.
Fuck, I hate her whiny, bitch voice.
I ignore her as I shoulder my bag and stroll towards the Dukes. Brett is there, lounging on the brick wall like it's a throne, completely oblivious to the chicks eyeing him with their fuck-me eyes. Law has his tongue down some Asian's throat. Looks like one of the Chang sisters.
"West!"
Fuck me.
I spin and grab Sherry by the throat.
"Are you questioning me, Sherry?"
Her eyes widen as her face rapidly changes from pink to purple. She frantically shakes her head as much as she can in my death grip. The footy boys are coming up behind Sherry, though the dumb jocks haven't even noticed me yet. Too busy eye-fucking Holly, the other Chang sister, and the rest of Sherry's cock-thirsty crew.
I whistle, catching the attention of Eric. He quickens his pace, his eyes dancing from Sherry to me and back again, excitement growing on his face .
"Yo, West," he says. Fucking loser. "How was your holiday?"
I shove Sherry into his chest, ignoring his question.
"Take Tommy and Zane and remind Sherry of her place," I say.
I turn before he can reply. He will follow my instructions, and he will do it good. They always do.
Law has disappeared with the twin. No surprises there. But Brett is watching me as I saunter towards him.
"Hi, West."
Holly.
I don't bother sparing her a glance. Bitch knows better than to assume I will acknowledge her after yesterday's rendezvous.
"Brett," I say as I reach him. He clasps my outstretched hand and pulls me in for a chest pump and slap on the back. I return the gesture.
"The boys putting her back in place?" he nods towards where Eric, Tommy, and Zane are herding Sherry through to the boy's locker room.
I grunt in affirmation, scouring the courtyard of my kingdom, not realizing I am looking for anyone until I see her .
Fuck. She looks sexy as sin in the little red skirt and long socks that the school demands the girls wear. Because that's not sexist shit at all. My cock twitches as she raises her arms to put on her backpack, and her skirt rises with the action. I am sure as shit not the only one who tilts their head to get a better look.
And then I notice who she is with and I see red.
Mother fucking Trent Williams.