Chapter EightWestRoe
Chapter Eight
West
"A beautiful douchebag."
The words are barely a breath as they leave those infuriatingly tempting lips. I slide my gaze back to the seductress at my side.
Her eyes are glazed over as she stares at me. I smirk as I realize she has no idea she has spoken aloud.
"You think I am beautiful, Weiner?" I ask, tilting my head as she shakes herself back to reality.
Roe's face turns pink before twisting back into the familiar scowl. "I called you a douchebag, Baby Duke. Not beautiful."
I roll my eyes but can't prevent my smirk from widening. "Whatever, Princess."
I lounge back into my seat and spread my legs even wider. I've got to let the jewels breathe, after all. My right leg brushes against Roes and she about jumps out of her skin at the contact. I would be lying if I said my cock didn't do the same.
I grin lazily as I feel Roe glaring at the side of my face .
Mr. Foster, the entitled prick, starts droning on again, but I am not listening. Not that I was listening before Roe arrived, but her presence by my side sears heat through my veins.
I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she pulls out a blank textbook and pen, then promptly sticks the end between her teeth, her tongue rolling against it every few seconds. I am seconds away from blowing my load in my pants like a virgin, but holy fuck does she make something so gross and germy look sinful and sexy.
I casually reach beneath the desk to adjust my cock, and those demon-green eyes flick to me. I tilt my head but refuse to meet her gaze. She glares for a moment before turning to refocus on Foster.
The bell rings soon after, announcing recess. Mr. Foster calls out futilely about homework as chairs scrape and students chatter. I sit for a moment longer as Roe stands and bends to retrieve her bag, giving me a show of smooth and silky upper thighs. If she would just bend a little further… I tilt my head to get a better view when she suddenly stands again. Trent motherfucking William’s is staring daggers at me as he hands Roe her bag.
Roe turns to look at me as she sees Trent's glare .
"Did you enjoy the view?" she snarls, putting two and two together.
I smirk as I stand.
"Absolutely."
She huffs but, for once, keeps her trap shut, taking the notes Trent has oh so kindly given her from today's lesson.
Ignoring them, I head for the cafeteria.
"Yo, West, my man!" Law says as he claps his hands on my shoulders from behind. "So, I heard this little rumor that you and a certain Nixon sister got into it this morning."
"They aren't sisters, you idiot," I huff. "They are aunt and niece."
"Whatever, same difference. So, lay it out for me. Did the little minx put out her claws?"
"Of course she fucking did, you met her yesterday! She is a fucking uneducated bitch who needs to be taught a lesson."
"Hell yes, sign me up for that!" Law hollers.
I stop and slam Law into the nearest locker. The crowd parts, giving us cursory glances as they pass, used to my unhinged moods.
"She's m- "
"Yeah, yeah, Roe is yours. I get it, dude," Law laughs, shoving me off him before slinging his arm back around my shoulders.
"East seems to have taken a shine to her," I mumble after a moment.
"No shit?" Law says. "Little Sis does love to get on your nerves."
I can't contain the growl that rumbles through my chest. "I am trying to protect her. If she would just open her damn ears and listen to me once in a while..."
I trail off as we enter the cafeteria and I spy said little sister waiting in the coffee line. Pushing past the line of students, Law and I crowd East.
Before I can say anything, she lets out an exaggerated sigh.
"Only three people in this school have the power to hush an entire cafeteria full of students merely by entering it. What can I do for you, brother?"
She quirks her head in my direction without looking.
"I forbid you from seeing Roe," I growl.
East laughs and turns to face me.
"Cute," she says. "Really, great effort on your part, West."
"And?" I ask, trying to reign in my ever-growing temper .
"And what?" she sasses.
Goddamn this girl! If she were not my sister, I would be teaching her a lesson myself. As it stands…
"Tell me you will stay away from her, East.”
"Order up for East!" the barrister calls.
East approaches the counter and collects the two coffees offered to her.
Walking back past me, she pauses long enough to say, "Sorry, West. You are not the boss of me," before she skips out of the room like the brat she is.
Law whistles.
"Well," he says, "You've got some trouble on your hands now, mate."
I punch him in the shoulder and approach the counter, snatching the latest hot Styrofoam cup off the counter before the dude behind it can call out the order. He rolls his eyes and gets to work, remaking whoever's order I took.
"I'll take one of those too," Law hollers. The barrister nods without looking up. Smart lad.
Leaving Law to wait on his coffee, I make my way over to where Brett is sitting, phone in his hand, at the back table. We chose our table to keep an eye over our reign, so to speak, in the back corner with the sunlight streaming through. We can see everyone and everyone can see us .
"What's up?" I ask.
"Just settling the final details for the back-to-school party," Brett shrugs. " Skoolz Owt just confirmed."
Skoolz Owt was the latest up-and-coming boy rock band after winning some recent TV talent show. Their music was alright, nothing to squirt in your panties over, though.
"My parents leave Thursday for their little vacation," Law adds, dragging out the seat on Brett's other side. "The staff have been instructed to start the set up immediately after their departure."
Law's parents were mostly absent. His mother was always scouting for their next destination, and Law's father's businesses did not need him to be present to keep things running. As long as he poked his head in every now and then, his employees wouldn't get lazy.
The man knows how to live, that is for sure.
"Good," I say, taking a sip. "Now, we need to make sure Roe is invited and that we can get her alone. Teach her how things are done here."
Brett nods while Law gazes into the distance with an excited smirk on his face, ideas flashing before his eyes. Ideas were flashing behind my own eyes, too. Of Roe bent over the pool table, legs spread, while I plowed into her from behind .
Fuck. I need to fuck this chick out of my system.
Before I lost myself.
Roe
Trent led me outside after the bell for recess rang. We were heading for The Shed . Apparently, this was where the stoners went to take a hit.
We headed towards what looked to be an old sports shed, which Trent confirmed it was.
"The Shed is the only surviving building from the old school this one is built on top of. Double Bay High was not always for us rich pricks, you know?"
"No shit?" I laugh, taking the offered joint and lighter from Trent. Ducking my head, I stick the spiff between my lips, cover it with my hand, and light it up. It takes on the second spark, and I suck in a heavenly puff, the musky smoke spreading through my veins like wildfire.
"Nah, we used to be a public school. Welcome to all! Then the Dukes took over and made up some bullshit rules and policies. Now, if you aren't rich or smart as fuck, your application doesn't make it past reception," Trent says, lighting up a second stick for himself.
"Fucking Dukes, hey?" I laugh.
There are a few people lounging in the sun by The Shed, and Trent is quick to introduce me.
"Roe, this is Enid and Blaire," he says, gesturing to two girls lying spread-eagled in the grass, heads resting on their backpacks and joints hanging from their mouths. They wave lazily at the introduction. "Derick, Max, and Reece," Trent continued as the boys in question gave me appreciative long looks.
"And those two practically fucking against the wall?" I ask, nodding towards the couple suction cupped to each other's faces, grinding on each other.
Trent scoffs, "How could I forget? That is Gigi and Ryan. They aren't stoners. They just come here to hook up, sometimes more."
I take a puff and say, "Classy," before blowing it out again.
We sit with our backs against the wall, a couple of meters away from Gigi and Ryan, who have progressed to third base. Trent is watching me keenly out of the corner of his eye. He wants to say something. No doubt it's something about West .
Just as he sucks in a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak, another voice cuts in.
"Roe! I have known you all of five minutes, yet I just knew I'd find you here," East calls as she makes her way over to where Trent and I sit, not even batting an eye at the couple groaning against the wall.
She is holding two Styrofoam cups, and I instantly groan.
"Please tell me that's coffee and that it's for me," I say, reaching out for the cup, not giving two shits that it's probably for one of her other friends.
East snorts and hands it over.
"Well, duh, I don't buy coffee for just anyone."
I moan at the first sip of blissfully bitter brew.
"You're an angel, you know that?"
"Sure do," she grins, holding out her hand for me to take. "Now come on, breaks almost over. Let's walk back together."
She hauls me to my feet with surprising strength.
"I'll catch you later, Trent," I say, hooking my arm through East’s as we stroll back towards the school.
"So," she says, "tell me about yourself, Roe? I need to know ev erything !"
I groan, "Please tell me you are not some school gossip blogger or something? 'Coz that shit won't fly with me. "
East laughs. "Hell no! I just want to know your story. How you became such a badass bitch, you know?"
"Hmph," I guzzle some coffee while musing over how to answer her. "There isn't really much to tell. My parents were from opposite sides of the streets, so to speak. My dad's family disowned him when he fell in love with my mother because, you know, they were racist pricks. My mother didn't come from money, so she was used to living tough. My dad, though, struggled with the new lifestyle. When mom died, he pretty much just gave up on living."
"How old were you when she died?" East asked.
"Eight."
East whistled. "That sucks."
"Yep," I pop the p, mentally thanking East for not giving me the old pity party.
"What happened after that?" she asks, steering me into the girls' toilets.
I sigh. "I pretty much raised myself from then on out. Lived on the streets for a while in my pre-teens, started doing drugs, left school, and spent time in juvie."
We shut ourselves into separate stalls, doing our business. When we get out and wash our hands, East stares thoughtfully at me through the mirror.
"What's playing on your mind, girl? "
"You know, your life definitely sucked-" I snort at that "-and you will probably think me a poor little rich girl for saying this, but my life hasn't been all sunshine and daisies either. Growing up in an environment controlled by misogynistic men sucks. I have had no free will from the moment mom pushed me out. From silly little things like 'don't play in the mud with the boys' to staying silent at the dinner table, I can almost envy your life."
I sigh. "I get it. Having a voice has always been natural for me. I don't envy you your life, Mini Duke."
It is East's turn to snort, her mouth curling in an unamused smirk.
"I'm not a Duke," she says. "Nor would I ever want to be one. You do recall the part about misogynistic men, right? The moment I came out with a vagina instead of a penis, my life was set. Arm candy and a silent wife. That is all I have to look forward to."
"Bullshit!" I scowl. "Don't let those fuckers own you!"
"It's not as simple as it sounds."
"Fucking men! They act all tough, but at the end of the day, they would all fall to their knees for tits and pussy."
East laughs, a real one this time. "Who runs the world?" she sings.
"Mother fucking girls, that's who! "
The third and fourth periods are repeats of the first, minus the whole arriving late drama. The whole Weiner name-calling can get fucked, and anyone who calls me so can eat a bag of dicks. I was let off with a warning for that comment.
East meets me in the hall for lunch, and we follow the crowd to the cafeteria.
"The fuck is this?" I stare bug-eyed at the giant food hall we have just entered.
East grins. "The cafeteria," she says, like it is the most natural thing in the world.
"No, this is a fucking food court at a 5-star shopping mall!"
One side of the room is lined with different kiosks for more cuisines than I could eat in a week. Chinese, Indian, Mexican, and even a fried chicken joint. From there, spreading to an outdoor veranda and gardens are seats, booths, and lounges where students are gathered in their cliques. I run my gaze over the groups of rich kids, all dressed in their little uniforms with perfect postures and not a hair out of place .
I bite my lip as I contemplate the fact that I will never fit in with this crowd. Then my eyes lock on him. Because, of course, he is here, and of course, his eyes are already locked on me. Or more specifically, the lip I have tucked between my teeth. Letting it go, I give him a smirk. That's right, Baby Duke, fall to your knees for your new Queen.
His eyes flare as they dart away from my mouth to meet my own. Poor baby is not happy that he got caught.
A groan comes from my side, along with a tug at my sleeve.
"Once you are done eye-fucking my brother, could you choose what you want to eat? And please do not choose a fucking salad! I would rather eat my left tit than fall back in line with all the girls. At least with you here, I have someone to lean on when I get judged for eating-" she mock gasps "- a chicken nugget! "
I choose to ignore her comment about West, but only because I am distracted by the ridiculously long line at the salad bar. I am mentally taking stock, but sure as shit, not a single girl is eating or standing in line for anything but a salad.
"The fuck? Is this another one of those daddy rules you were going on about? Rich girls only eat rabbit food?"
"Gotta stay thin for our future husbands," East replies .
"Fuck that!" I say, dragging East to the front of the line at the fried chicken kiosk. "Give me two large burger boxes and a family popcorn chicken to share."
The server looks taken aback by my demands but types out our order.
"Account name, miss?" he asks.
I shrug, glancing at East.
"Nixon," she says with a broad smile that has the server's jaw practically on the floor. He shakes his head out of his stupor and gets on with our order.
I raise a questioning eyebrow at East, and she rolls her eyes.
"Every student has an account to add their meals to," she shrugs. "Saves us having to carry cash around."
"Ah," I say, nodding at the ingenuity of it.
"Sorry for adding it to your account, by the way," East says with an actual blush brightening her cheeks. "If my dad sees I've been indulging, he will have my head and probably cut off my account.”
"Hey, it's no big deal," I bounce my shoulder off hers. "From what I have gathered, Katie is loaded anyhow. How would your dad know it was your order and not West’s, though? "
East huffs. "After the account is entered, they are taken to a screen with the student's photo so they can confirm the right account is being charged. For families with multiple children, the server would click on the student they have served. Thus, a salad-only diet has been my only option until you, my Goddess, came to rescue me!" She throws in a huge grin and flutters her eyes for me.
I can't help but laugh at her ridiculousness.
"What about your brother?" I ask.
"What about him?"
The server is back with our orders, which we collect with identical moans at the delicious smells wafting from inside the paper bag.
"Won't he dob you in? Isn't that what annoying siblings do?" I fish around for the share pack of popcorn chicken, offering the box for East to grab a couple before I do.
With her mouth full, East replies, "West may act like an asshole and all, but he is protective as shit of me. He wants to get me out of this life. Set me up somewhere I can earn my own damn money and pick my own husband. He is good to me."
Instantly I soften towards him. If he is looking to save his sister from a miserable life as a boring housewife, he couldn't be all bad .
"Typical, the gutter whore would eat like a rat," a shrill voice breaks me from my reverie.
Glancing up, I spot Sherry and Holly hovering by the Dukes, who lounge lazily at their table. My eyes instantly narrow in on West, who is smirking like a Cheshire cat.
"Couldn't you tell by the size of those thighs?" he suggests.
Immediately I take back my inner monologue. I choose not to show how he has affected me with the fat shaming and instead reply with, "All the better to suffocate with as I ride your face into oblivion."
A chorus of "ooohs" follow my comment, and I can't help the wink I throw West's way.
"Disgusting," East gags under her breath.
"I've got a seat right here for you, babe," the Duke with the curls, Lawson, I believe, groans and throws his head back to rest on the table behind him. "Suffocate me with that trash pussy!”
West sends Law a furious glare.
Deciding to rub salt in the wound, I add a breathy moan as I say, "Oh baby, you ain't never tasted trash like this." I run my hand down my front, gliding my fingers dangerously close to my core, before slightly lifting my skirt. "Why don't you skip to dessert? You can eat my pussy while I demolish this burger."
I was expecting the groan that comes from Law (who clutches his groin and groans something about pussy fondue), but it is the guttural growl from West that snags my attention. The possessiveness of the sound has my panties soaked in seconds. His muscles are corded and tight as if he is restraining himself from bending me over the table and having his way with me. For a second, I want him to. But then clarity returns and I shove the stupid thought down, way down. Not going to happen.
East saves the day, hauling me away from catcalls, slut shaming, and temptation. Fuck. Where is my head at?
"Thanks," I mutter as we sit at a secluded table beneath an ancient gum tree.
"Don't mention it," East says, pulling our meals out of the bag. "I don't know whether my brother was going to eat you or… well, eat you. Either way, I did not need to witness it."
I huff out a laugh. She is not wrong.
We settle in to eat, both of us groaning at the spicy goodness of the burgers .
"Now that is a sound I could listen to all day, every day, and never get sick of it," Trent says, pulling out the chair beside me.
"What are you doing here?" East hisses, panicked. "West will have your head if he sees us together."
Trent shrugs, popping a handful of fries into his mouth. "I am hanging out with my new friend Roe. You just happened to be with her."
East scowls, then takes a huge bite from her burger. She lets out another moan, eyes fluttering closed. Trent stiffens, eyes glued to the small white drop of sauce on East's chin. He quickly looks away when her eyes open once more.
I snort around my mouthful. "You got a little something on your chin, Mini Duke. You might want to do something about it before Charming over here combusts in his pants.”
Trent glares at me while East swipes up the mess with a napkin, her cheeks uncharacteristically red.
These two are adorable.
"So," I say, "your little forbidden romance has continued behind closed doors then?"
"Don't be ridiculous," East replies, flustered.
"West would skin me alive," Trent adds.
"Besides, we have both moved on," she says with finality .
Yeah right. The sexual tension oozing from their pores has me squirming in my seat. These two could deny it all they wanted, but even I could see they were inevitable. I would not get in the way of their little game.
"How are you enjoying being back at school?" Trent asks, breaking the awkward silence.
I shrug. "It sucks, but it beats begging on the streets and dumpster diving."
"I bet," Trent replies.
East nods along, a small frown crinkling her forehead.
"So, I don't imagine y'all sit together usually," I say, "and I know Trent is a stoner boy. What about you, East? Where is your crew?"
East sighs, dropping the final bite of her burger to the table. "I am the sister of a Duke, one of the most desirable guys on campus. E very single female in attendance wants to be my bestie. But they don't actually want the friendship side of it, they just want an in with West. I kind of just float around, one clique to the next. So, when I saw you getting all attitude-y with West…" she blushes, looking down, "Well… I guess I just knew you were the one, you know?"
I reach over and hold East's hand. "I feel you, girl. Don't worry, we can be besties. I won't even ask you for your brother's number. "
East scoffs as I wink at her, throwing my hand away. But she is smiling too.
I shove a handful of chips down my throat. "So, what are you doing after school, East?"
"I've got no plans; you have something in mind?"
"Hell yes I do! My lady bits need thorough deforestation if you know what I mean? Do you want to come with me? Show me where exactly in this prissy town the magic happens?"
Trent chokes on his food and slams his fist against his chest a few times before rising.
"Yeah, I'm out," he says, collecting his rubbish and rising. "You two have fun with your gardening talk."
East and I snicker as he walks away. Dudes got no chill when it comes to women's business, it seems.
"I will have my driver take us if you want. My legs could do with some upkeep. Although, I might sit out on the Brazilian."
"Don't tell me you have never had your pussy waxed before?" I say in disbelief.
"Shh!" she says, eyes bugging out of her pretty little face. "Someone could hear us! To answer your question, no, I have never had my… lady bits trimmed. "
"Girl, you do not know what you are missing out on! I mean, the regrowth itches like a bitch, but a bare fanny is a pretty fanny, you know what I mean?"
The bell rings to signal the end of lunch, and East reluctantly agrees to suffer the burn of beauty. We agree to meet at the front of the school at the end of the day and part with a hug. We were going to get on just fine.