Chapter SixRoeWest
Chapter Six
Roe
Trent is a fucking hoot. We have barely pulled out of the gate when he reaches over me (I might have been 0.1 seconds away from slapping his pretty face because I literally thought he was going for my skirt) and pulls a joint from the glove box.
"You want?" he asks with a smirk. The smug fucker knew I would think he was going for third base.
Shaking off my sexual musings, I grin like a Cheshire cat and snatch the joint from him.
"Do you know how long it's been since I've had a hit?" I ask, pressing the stick to my nose for a solid sniff before stuffing it between my lips and reaching for the lighter Trent has conjured from somewhere. I light the stick and take a long drag. "Fuuuck, I so needed this. You are a fucking legend, you know that?"
Trent smirks and I hand him the joint after having another hit .
"I always like to keep things interesting," He winks. "So, Roe, tell me about yourself. Katie says she didn't even know you existed until recently."
I shrug, "not much to tell. Moms dead. Dads dead. Juvie is my home away from home."
Trent whistles, smoke dancing out from between his puckered lips. He passes the joint back. "Juvenile detention, huh? Can not say you hear that much around this neighborhood. What's it like?"
"It's a roof over my head and food in my belly," I say, letting the smoke spill from my lips lazily. "The guards are perverts, of course. Easy to bribe if you got a set," I indicate my breasts. "What's this fancy school like, anyhow? Can't be all bad."
Trent smirks. "Well, it ain't juvie, that's for sure."
I snort. Yeah, I could figure that one out myself.
"Nah, it's a decent school," he continues. "The curriculum is top-notch, the teachers are the best of the best, the food is to die for, and the sports center is Olympic grade. Now, the students…"
He pauses, but I can sure as hell fill in the gaps.
"The girls are whores, and the boys are misogynistic psychos? "
At that, Trent bursts out laughing. "Oh, man, I can't wait to see you standing up against the Dukes."
I take the last drag and flick the bud out the window. "Those douches can suck a big one. I already got more than I bargained for last night, in a freaking public bathroom, for fuck's sake."
Trent's good humor vanishes like a bucket of cold water. He looks at me out of the corner of his eyes, shoulder stiff and lips puckered in a frown.
"So, you've already met them, then?" he asks cautiously.
"Unfortunately." I huff unenthusiastically. He seems to relax slightly at that. "Not a fan either, I take it?"
Trent shrugs his shoulders. "That's a story for another time, Roe. We're here."
He throws a tight smile at me, obviously trying to ease the tension. I take the bait and peer out the window.
"Holy fuck! I thought we were going to school, not the freaking White House!"
This place is ridiculous! Tall, white, and gold fences surround the school, with huge shields labeled DBH set into the gates. They even have security guards checking student ID's before allowing entrance!
And the buildings! Three-story stone buildings with dainty designs fit for the Queen were spanning out in neat rows. Giant, golden letters on black plaques announce the building names, no surprises there when I spy Mazzuchelli, Lawson, and Leacher upon three of said buildings. Fucking honorifics.
There were hedges, palm trees and flowers in every color, hell I even noticed a giant water feature spraying glistening droplets into the air.
What a blatant disregard of taxpayers' money.
Trent has lost all signs of his earlier unease and is clearly humored by my reaction to the school.
"Bit of an overkill, don't you think?" I ask, leaning over him to catch a view from his window.
Leaning into his seat to give me more room, Trent says, "You could say that. You will find the parents around here are vicious when it comes to their children. Nothing but the best for the future leaders of the world."
We have reached the guard station by now so I keep my questions about his own parents to myself.
"Mr. Williams," the guard greets, leaning down to look through the window. His bushy eyebrows rise when they spot me. "Who's the lovely lady?"
"Henry," Trent replies with an easygoing smile. I suppose you would become acquainted with someone who checked your car every morning. He nods his head towards me, "This is Roe. New student."
"Nixon," I add. Please do not diminish me to using my full name.
Fortunately, Henry's eyes light up in recognition. "Apologies, Ms. Nixon. Mr. Williams. Please proceed."
He waves us on and we are moving onto the car park full of expensive sports cars and convertibles.
"It's like a freaking car show in here," I say, spying a gorgeous midnight blue Mustang. "I'm about to cum," I moan.
Trent laughs, but I don't miss him quickly adjusting his pants at my bedroom noises.
I smirk and grab my bag as Trent pulls to a stop.
Trent keys off the engine and reaches for his own backpack behind his seat. "You want help finding the office? A quick tour?"
"That would be great," I smile. "Thanks, Trent."
I meet him by the bonnet, slinging my bag over my shoulders. My skirt rises as I shove my arms through the straps and I am quick to give it a tug back down. Stupid stripper skirt .
"Does the school not have other clothing options for the girls? I can almost feel some old pervert shoving a twenty down my waistband."
Trent snorts. "You're worth a fifty at the very least," he jokes, nudging me in the ribs with his elbow.
"I honestly don't know if I should be slapping you or giving you a lap dance right now," I reply.
Trent's laughter is music to my ears. I could already see a tight friendship forming between us, maybe even more. He is hot and funny, and I am, well, me. It could work… maybe. My stomach tightens at the thought of being in an actual relationship. Yeah, I have fucked around, but I've never had that special someone who set my heart off like an epic bass.
Deep in my fantasies, I don't notice Trent's laughter cutting off suddenly, and I turn and smack straight into a solid chest.
I gasp, an apology on my tongue as my eyes slowly take in the exquisite body my own just collided with; thoughts of how I would enjoy colliding with it in totally different circumstances, like on a bed or against a wall, cloud my mind. My eyes reach those luscious lips, and dread stirs in my stomach with reluctant recognition. When my eyes finally land on his, hard and pristine blue, like a tropical beach, my apology turns sour in my mouth, and my tongue twists it into new words.
West
The moment that curvy little body collides with mine, my cock turns to steel. My body urges me to slip my arms around her slim waist, turn her around, bend her over the closest car, flip her skirt over her hips, and fuck her tight little pussy until the only word she knows is my name.
But my head knew better. My arms remain by my sides, hands clenched in furious fists, as her pretty eyes rise to meet mine.
Her scowl is adorable. Fierce; in a house-cat kind of way. And then she goes and opens her mouth and turns full tigress.
"Humph! Apparently, I didn't wear enough asshole repellent today," she scoffs.
Standing this close to her, I can smell the pungent stench of marijuana on her breath.
Mother fucker .
Ignoring Roes' insolence, I round on Trent. The guilty fucker has his hands raised in surrender as he takes a couple of steps back. Sure, he is the picture of a disciplined boy, but I know this fucker's true identity.
"Really, Williams? It isn't even 9, and you're already high as a fucking kite? Worse still, you dragged Roe into your shit?" I growl.
Trent opens his mouth to reply, but the little fire cat cuts in, spittle practically flying from her pretty lips.
"Fucking excuse me? Nobody makes me do shit, Mr. Duke!" she spits. She pronounces it doo-KUH, and my lip curls in disgust at her lack of respect. "Besides, he must have known I would be putting up with your tyranny the literal minute we stepped out of the car. You should be thanking him for taming my inner demoness."
" This is you tame?" I scoff. "What are you doing with this fucking pervert anyway? Did you know he is a child molester?"
Roe gives Trent a dubious look but doesn't step away.
"Oh, please," she says, "I have known Katie for barely 12 hours, but I know she would not hook me up with a fucking child molester. She is cotton candy on a stick."
Is she hooking up with this mother fucker now? I am instantly furious and ready to shove Roe out of my way to pummel this piece of shit when a tiny brunette blur cuts between us.
"Oh, I love you already!" she wraps her arms around Roe, who instantly tenses. Not a hugger. Good to know. "Anyone who can stand up to a Duke is a friend of mine! I'm Easterly, but everyone calls me East. This jackass is my brother."
East glares at me over her shoulder, the little witch. But she is my little witch, and nobody touches her.
"Shove off, East, this doesn't concern you," I glower.
She spins and glowers right back. "You back off, West! Roe clearly doesn't want to lower her standards enough to grind on your cock."
I'm furious at the language coming from my little sister's mouth. If our father found out…
I'm about to scold her when Roe tips her head back and laughs. I swear my cock grows even harder at the sound. What a pretty throat she has bared to me. My cock would slide so good down it. I shake the thoughts off, readying to take East away myself, because, like I said, no one touches my sister, when Roe speaks up.
"Oh, I like you, girl," she says, teeth gleaming like a feline awaiting its meal. "You and I are going to get on just fine. You, however," she frowns at Trent, who was starting to sneak away, the bastard, "have some explaining to do. Because I do not roll with pedophiles."
"Oh, he didn't assault no one," East pipes up, hooking her arm through Roes. "West is just pissed off because Trent and I had a thing a few years back. We were fooling around a little bit when this asshole walked in. Almost killed Trent."
"You were 13!" I roar.
Roe bursts into another fit of laughter, and I turn my glower to her once again.
"And what age were you, Baby Duke," she asks, "when you dipped your little peen into its first lady cave? Just because East is a girl doesn't mean she doesn't know her own body and its needs."
"He forced her," I seethe through clenched teeth.
"I did not," Trent suddenly grows a backbone and pushes in front of the girls, bumping his chest with mine.
"You ready for another beating, Williams?" I spit.
East, quick and sneaky as a mouse, squeezes between us once more. "He didn't force me, West. I loved him.”
"You don't even know what love is!"
Another tiny body pushes between us. "Alright, alright, break it up. "
She smells incredible; sweet and musky. The feel of her body, wriggling to create space between Williams and me, is intoxicating. I know, at that moment, that this fiery piece of ass was going to be mine .
"West, horrible as ever to see you," she says, pushing a hand against my chest. My pecs tighten almost unconsciously, and I do not miss the quick look Roe throws me. She may act like she has no interest in me, but she does. I know she does. That little lift of her brows, the widening of her nostrils as she breathes me in, and the darkening of her eyes is all the tell I need.
"Trent, my man," The fuck!? "Your company is always welcome, as is your weed," she winks, and Trent smirks at me. Before I can respond, Roe continues, "But, for now, I have had enough testosterone for the day. East, would you do me the honor of becoming my tour guide?"
She holds her arm out in invitation, and East is quick to link her arm through Roes.
"Hell yes, sister!" she squeals, leading Roe away.
I can't look away from their retreating forms. Well, Roe's, anyway. The sway of her hips. The way she leans in to whisper something in my sister's ear and the way she throws her head back and laughs with the punchline .
The way she peeks over her shoulder, eyes bright with humor, brilliant, white teeth bared in a perfect smile. A feral, toothy grin for sure, but perfect nonetheless.
A sudden, firm, heavy hand lands on my shoulder.
"Dude, you're fucked," Brett snorts.
Ain't that the fucking truth.