Chapter TenRoe
Chapter Ten
Roe
Trent gives me a ride to school again the next day. I eagerly display my freshly waxed legs, encouraging him to feel how soft and smooth they feel. He coughs uncomfortably and agrees before lighting up a joint to share.
"You up for a study session this afternoon?" he asks, smoke leaking out between his lips.
I take a hit. "Fuck, I guess so." If yesterday had taught me anything, well, besides the disgusting hierarchy and social ladder, it was that I was embarrassingly far behind everyone else. If I didn't put my head down and try, I would surely be kicked out just for being dumb.
"What classes have you got today?"
I pull out my timetable. "Let'ssee… double woodwork, double mathematics- ugh, kill me now- and double sports. At least I can end it on a high note. Get my blood pumping. "
Trent scoffs. "I get the feeling your idea of sports is different to that of the hundreds of other girls attending Double Bay.”
I smile smugly, "I had that thought too, which is why I signed up for sports A."
Trent chokes. "You did what ?"
I show some teeth, enjoying Trent's disbelief. "Yep," I pop the P.
"You do realize A is for the footy team, right?"
"Mhmm."
"You'll be training with the Dukes."
I suck in some marijuana goodness before responding. "I can't wait to show this school some normalcy. The sexism is grating ."
Trent mutters something along the lines of ' she's going to get slaughtered ' under his breath, but I choose to ignore it, basking in the blissful haze of a marijuana high.
The Dukes are standing by their fancy cars as we pull up, Trent taking the spot next to West's fancy 'Stang. The Duke in question is leaning against his driver's side door and refuses to budge as I squeeze out of Trent's car. Ok then, if that is how it is going to be …
I take a large pull from the last of my joint and hold it as I reach for my bag in the back, feeling West's eyes on my ass as the stupid skirt rises.
I swing it over my shoulders, whacking him in the chest with it in the process. I turn at his grunt and slowly blow the smoke from my lungs into his face. I love how his muscles tense and his face twists in disgust.
"Sorry, Baby Duke," I say sweetly, knowing full well he doesn't believe a single word coming out of my mouth. "Didn't see you there."
He ignores my half-assed apology. "The fuck were you doing with my sister last night?"
Law and Brett sidle closer, standing at the bonnet of the Mustang, while Trent hovers behind them, looking unsure of himself. I wave to him, and he gratefully takes the escape I am offering.
"Oh, we had a fantastic afternoon," I drawl, leaning back onto the car. "We went to this gorgeous beauty salon, and they worked all kinds of magic on our bodies. Don't worry, Baby Duke, I held East's hand as they waxed her pussy to perfection."
West chokes on his reply as both Brett and Law gape like fish out of water. Though, whereas Brett seems more scandalized, Law looks as if he's struggling not to cum in his pants.
"Please tell me you did not just say that to my brother of all people?"
I squeak as East pops up out of nowhere, cheeks pretty and pink.
West, seemingly snapped out of horror, is suddenly caging me in, fists slammed either side of my head. Damn, I could really use another hit right now .
"You are a bad influence on my sister," he hisses. "And I will not tolerate the way you just spoke about her."
"You mean how I mentioned her pus-"
West slams his hand over my mouth. Hard. He is so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. I can see the golden spots in his eyes that almost glow with his fury. I am suddenly glad of his hand over my mouth because no way could I have hidden the shuddering breath that just escaped me otherwise. A warm tingle shoots through my body, arrowing straight for my core. My pussy clenches desperately. Stupid hormones!
"Shut. Up."
We stare at each other, unblinking. My heart rate spikes, and my pussy throbs again. Down girl! West's breathing seems to pick up as if he senses the battle within my body. His hips push into me, and I almost groan at the feel of his hard length against my belly. I squeeze my thighs together, helplessly seeking some form of friction. West feels the movement, and his plump lips lift in a smirk.
"You want to pretend you are not like all the other girls, Roe," he whispers, leaning close to my ear. "But you are just as much a desperate whore as they are."
He releases me and steps back abruptly. I take a lurching step to steady myself as my jelly legs take my weight back.
"Asshole," I scowl at his broad back.
The warmth of his body has barely cooled when a smaller body collides with mine.
"I cannot believe you actually said that to my freaking brother!" East says dramatically, seemingly over her moment of madness.
"Sorry, not sorry," I say, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. We head into the main building huddled close.
"Dike," a voice hisses behind us. I don't bother turning around, recognizing the voice as either Holly or Sherry. Instead, I raise my middle finger over my shoulder with my free hand and give it a wave.
"Want to grab a coffee before classes start?" East asks.
"Girl, you read my mind. "
Today can suck a set of hairy nuts. If I have to hear just one more person calling me 'Weiner', fists will start flying. What a shocker that will be to the locals. A girl fighting? What horror!
But I am hopeful for sports to be the redeeming factor. To be honest, I am pumped. My body is practically begging for release of some kind, and seeing as I likely won't be reaching the big O anytime soon, pushing myself to the limits would have to do.
The girl's changing room is spacious and pink. Yep. Pink tiles on the floor and walls, pink shower curtains, hell, even the towels are pink! Gross.
I spy Sherry, Holly, and the Asian twins by their lockers, dressed in teeny tiny boy shorts, ass cheeks hanging out, and sports bras practically pushing their tits into their chins. All in pink, I should say. They scowl as they see me, and I throw them a brilliant smile and a twinkled finger wave. They scoff and turn away.
I am quick to change into my own sports attire, leopard-printed bike shorts and a black tank, before shoving my uniform and bag into a spare locker. They are the kind of locker where you can set a new code with every use, but I can't be bothered with creativity so I choose 1234 and leave it at that.
I jog to catch up to the girls who have already left the changing rooms, shielding my eyes as I come out into the open. As the girls head towards a slim, middle-aged woman, I break away and head towards the smaller group of guys, with all three Dukes included. I give Trent a wave when I spy him amongst the larger group of boys. He mouths 'good luck' in return, holding his thumbs up. I smirk. I got this.
Brett is the first to spy me, and he pauses in his stretching to whack West on the back, gesturing towards me.
"Boys," I say with my hands on my hips, before looking West in the eye. "Baby Duke."
"The fuck are you doing?" West growls. "Girls train over there." He gestures to said girls who are lounging in the grass, gossiping while they "stretch.”
I scoff. "Yeah, this is definitely more my speed." I bend over and touch my toes, loving the burn through my legs.
A firm hand grabs my arm, and I'm hauled back up, coming face to face with West. He is so close our chests are practically touching with each heavy inhale we take .
"I said," he growls, breath warm on my face, "girls train over there. Learn your place."
"My place is wherever the fuck I wish it to be, and right now, that is here," I say, eyes glued to his.
Time freezes as we stare at each other, neither prepared to back down. Law mutters something under his breath, but I do not hear it; I am too focused on the war in front of me. A war that would sooner eviscerate the world than stand down.
A sudden, sharp, and searing whistle splits the air, and West and I jump apart.
"Well, team, I see you have met your latest classmate," a fit man in his prime years calls, eyes boring into me. I raise my chin. "But do not worry, she will learn her place soon enough. Twenty laps to warm up. Go!"
The boys snicker before taking off at a jog around the oval. West sends me a twisted smirk as he jogs backward a couple of steps before turning and leading the pack. I roll my eyes. So, the coach wants to play? Thinks he can get me to quit from a bit of hard work? I laugh out loud and take off at a steady pace, a good hundred meters behind the team. What he and the rest of these assholes don't know is that I was a gym junky during my juvie stints, and if my calculations were correct, 20 laps of the football oval would equal 8 kilometers. At Juvie, on the trusty old treadmill, I would run almost double that. Twice a day.
I keep my breathing even and my pace steady as we slog our way around the track. By the tenth lap, I have overtaken a dozen of the boys. By the fifteenth, only the Dukes are ahead of me, the gap slowly shrinking between us.
I pass Law on the next lap. His eyes widen as I come level with him, then he huffs out a tired laugh and gestures for me to go ahead as if he has accepted me as his better. Smart guy.
On the eighteenth lap, I make my way past Brett. He gives me a side eye but doesn't seem all that surprised.
West is still a little ahead and I pick up my pace just slightly. I don't want to overtake him just yet. He probably thinks I dropped out ages ago, as a few of the guys have. Some vomiting in the trash can near the change rooms.
I fly past the coach as I reach the final lap, winking as he glowers at me. And then I give it my all.
I am a few paces behind West, but my new speed has the space between us rapidly dwindling. His pace has not changed at all the entire time, but I am interested to see if his speed can match his stamina. With half a lap to go, I come up beside him .
I wish I had a camera to capture the incredulous look on his face as he looks across and realizes it's me. His steps falter, giving me a slight advantage, which I take without hesitation. Giving my all, I push my legs faster, relishing the burn as my muscles protest. West's heavy footsteps pick up speed behind me, but they have got nothing on my lithe legs.
I fly past the finish line, letting out a laugh in absolute euphoria, my body loving the release exercise gives it. I slow my speed to a steady jog, then bring myself back to a walk. My shirt clings to my body, and I can feel sweat gliding between my breasts. Not the most pleasant sensation.
I turn to circle back to the Coach but instead collide with a disgustingly attractive body, slick with his own sweat. Each and every hard ridge of his body is presented in sharp detail against his sopping white shirt. Thankfully, before I can attempt to dry hump said body, West pushes me off him. I stumble back a few steps but do not fall, much to his annoyance. I think he wanted me to fall.
"You cheated."
I scoff, settling my hands on my hips. "Sorry, Baby Duke, I won fair and square."
"It wasn't a race," he growls .
"Now that is something only a loser would tell themselves after they have clearly lost," I counter.
"You are incorrigible," he snarls.
"I am glorious," I grin. "I think it's about time you assholes learned that women are not yours to own and control.”
"I think it's about fucking time you fell in line."
We are nose to nose again. Chests heaving, my nipples graze against his torso, causing them to tingle and harden. Traitors! Thankfully, before West can notice, Coach blows his whistle and calls us in.
"Alright, ladies, enough bickering!" I snort at his new nickname for the team, "You have ten minutes to stretch your muscles out, and then we're doing push-ups!"
West sends me one last glare before storming off towards the girls, who are watching from the sidelines. I flop to the ground, an uneasy squirm in my guts as he heads straight for Sherry. She eagerly soaks up the attention, placing her hand on his stomach as he whispers in her ear. She giggles and nods, glancing at me with a wicked glint in her eyes .
The warm water eases my aching muscles as I take a shower in the ridiculously posh changerooms. Tipping my face into the spray, I weave my fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my face. The sounds of the other girls gossiping echo against the tiles until the end-of-day siren breaks through. Sighing, I turn the tap off and reach for the towel I had hung outside the stall, slightly shocked to find it still there. Wouldn't be the first time mean girls have stolen the new girls' towel. Thanks, juvie. Not that it happened again, though, I taught those girls who was boss.
I quickly dry myself, leaving my damp locks to fall down my back, and wrap my towel around myself.
The changerooms are blessedly silent now, everyone else having vacated as soon as the bell rang. I reach my locker and type in my code.
A note falls out. Ah , I think to myself, so the mean girls did strike.
I decide to ignore the note for now and pull out my uniform. Or I would have if it were still there. Instead, I pull out a men's football jersey with 1 Mazzuchelli written on the back. So, West was behind this.
Also inside my locker are my bag, shoes, socks, and my underwear. Nothing else .
I growl in frustration and reach for the note, wondering what Baby Duke has enforced for my uniform to be returned.
It is time for you to learn your place, Princess. Come to me, wearing only my number, then kneel. Beg. Show the world how desperate you are to get down on your knees for me.
-West
Mother fucker!
If he thinks all it takes is a bit of skin and a threat to turn me into a simpering whore, he has got another thing coming for him.
I smile and pick up my lacey, red thong, glad to have chosen this particular set of lingerie this morning.