Wesley
Chapter seventeen
The little temptress is clever. She figures since the guys are new, she can weasel her way into their good graces with some sappy ‘ woe is me’ story.
Yeah, I loved her mom. She was amazing, and she sure as hell didn’t deserve to die.
It’s one of the reasons why I kept my mouth shut and never told her what her slut of a daughter did.
My blood is boiling, watching him hand her a plate of food and then, wait…
what the hell? Is that a phone? Fuck! She must have a gold-plated pussy.
I stand there watching them the entire time.
From where I’m standing at the end of the building, I have a perfect view.
Mental note: have Savannah and her groupies up their game.
Our little slut isn’t getting the picture and seems to have forgotten her place as persona non grata.
I can hear the bell ringing, but I don’t budge from the spot I’m glued to.
When her eyes latch onto mine, my lip curls up in an evil grin as I glare.
I can see the fear on her face as she stares back at me before disappearing into the building.
Stepping back inside school, I run into Colt and Brax coming down the hallway, heading toward their locker.
“Hey man, where were you?” Colt calls out as he steps up to me, giving me a fist bump, before turning to his locker to fiddle with the combination lock.
“Watching your brother get nice and cozy with the fucking bitch. You best get him in line or I fucking will.” Each word is laced with anger. I really like the brothers, but Zan, being cozy with her, isn’t going to work. So I hope Colt and Brax are prepared to make a choice, me or their brother.
“What are you talking about?” Brax asks as he leans up off the locker, stepping in my path.
“He was out there all snuggly under the tree with her, even gave her something. It looked like a phone. Was that payment for her sucking his cock or did the slut let him fill her hole? I really hope he wore a condom no matter what they did, so he doesn’t catch any fucking diseases from her.
” I once thought we would be each other’s first, taking each other’s virginity.
But that ship sailed long gone. That night ruined everything.
“Come on, man, he’s got a project he’s doing with her for class. He has no choice but to talk to her or he fails,” Colt tries to reason, which pisses me off more.
“The fuck? Either he does it himself or he'll leave it for her to do alone. She knows better than to say he didn’t help. You obsessed with her magic pussy, too?” I’m so angry, I can’t see straight. I’m probably taking it out on the wrong people, but I don’t fucking care.
“No man, I’m just looking out for my brother,” Colt says, pleading with his eyes.
“That better be all it is. I like the three of you, but if you’re with her, then prepare for a year of hell.” Leaving them standing there, I continue off down the hall. I’ve got gym next and I want to get to Savannah before class starts, so she can up her game on the little cunt.
Waiting just outside the gym door, I lean against the wall and watch for her. She’ll be one of the last ones to stroll inside. Just as I think that she comes sashaying down the hall, adding some extra sway to her hips when she sees me watching her.
“Hey there, baby,” she purrs as she leans into me, placing a kiss on my lips. Trailing her fingers down my chest, she hooks them in the waistband of my jeans.
“Got something for you to do. I think you’re going to enjoy it.” Her eyes twinkle in delight.
“You want me to come over tonight and suck that cock the way you like?” She slides her tongue along her lower lip and winks.
“I want you to up the game on the bitch. Make her cry. It’s time she leaves this school so we don’t have to see her skank ass face anymore.
” The glimmer dulls from her eyes but doesn’t fade completely.
She’s a little disappointed that I didn’t tell her yes, but she loves fucking with Sierra.
Savannah always hated her even when we were friends, knowing how I felt about Sierra.
It was always funny to me that Sierra was oblivious to my feelings for her.
She thought I only wanted to be her best friend when, in reality, I wanted more.
“I got to change for class.” Grabbing her arms, I move her off of me and turn to head inside when I notice the pouty face she makes.
“I’d love nothing more than to make her miserable.” She laughs, regaining her composure.
Turning my head to look back at her, I give in to my body’s need.
“Savannah, come over around seven. My cock is begging to have your mouth around it.” The furthest I’ve ever gone with her is oral sex, but tonight I think I’ll change that as a last fuck you to Sierra, to get rid of any lingering desire for her.
Her face morphs into a huge ass smile. “I’ll be there,” she says with a wink as she rushes off to the girl’s locker room and I head to the guys. Gym is going to be fun and I can’t wait to see what she and her groupies do.
The girls were relentless during gym, and I loved every minute of it. I took my time making my way to the library, knowing Mrs. Pearl couldn’t care less if I was late or not.
Stepping inside the library, I see Mrs. Pearl scolding Sierra, and a smug ass smile crosses my face. Making my way behind the counter, I listen in on the conversation.
“But Mrs. Pearl, this is all I have to wear. My clothes were soaked when I got back to the locker room from gym class to change into them,” she pleads with tears in her eyes, fighting to hold them in.
“This outfit is unacceptable. You’re in the same sweaty clothes you wore in gym and they look two sizes too big for you.
This is a position of authority and one, I might add, that more than three dozen other girls wanted.
I suggest you get your act together young lady or I’m going to be asking for a replacement,” she barks at her before turning and heading into her office, stopping long enough to acknowledge me with a smile and a greeting.
“Good afternoon, Wesley. It’s so nice to see that I can always count on you to look presentable. ”
“Yes, ma’am.” It seems maybe even my word of fucking with her has spread to the teachers, who must also see what a conniving little bitch she is.
I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, as Sierra reaches up to wipe the tears falling down her face. Good, she needs to do more than cry; she needs to leave so I don’t have to see her face five days out of the fucking week, a daily reminder of what she did to me.
“What happened to you?” I ask, acting like I don’t know why she’s in her gym clothes, covered in what looks to be brown paint, while her wet clothes hang over the back of the chair behind her.
“Like you don’t know, Wes. Nothing happens at this school without your approval or your knowing.” She turns to face me. “What did I ever do to you to make you turn on me like this? To treat me so horribly? We were best friends. What happened?”
God, is she for fucking real? I walk closer, backing her against the counter, and place my arms on either side of her, pinning her in place.
“Are you really going to keep up with this innocent act? You know what you did, you fucking whore. You ruined my life just so you could get what you wanted. Fucking slut. You’re not worth my time.
Do us all a favor and own up to what you did and drop out of school.
No one wants you here, most of all me,” I spit out.
Turning, I storm off into the stacks with the cart of books that need to be re-shelved.
I’m fucking fuming. How can the bitch continue to deny what she did? My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to see Savannah has sent out a mass text to everyone in the school. Well, this should be good.
Opening it up, I see an image of an unsuspecting Sierra getting undressed in only her bra and panties.
She’s turned to the side, wearing her ratty-looking underwear.
I shake my head, not sure how showing a picture of her in the same thing a bikini covers is embarrassing other than the worn condition of her underwear.
A second later, my phone vibrates again when another picture comes through.
This is one of a very naked Sierra, standing over a pile of soaking-wet clothes with tears in her eyes.
If I didn’t hate her, I would feel sorry for her and then rub one out over how hot her body is. Reaching down, I adjust my hardening cock. “Wesley!” Mrs. Pearl calls out. Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I abandon the cart and head back up to the checkout counter.
“Yes, ma’am,” I call out, finding her standing behind the counter, looking sternly at Sierra.
“Yes. Could you stay up here please and let Sierra handle putting all the returns back as well as stocking the shelves? She’s a mess, and I’d rather she not be the first thing people see when they enter.”
“Of course, I’d love to. Anything else I can do for you while I’m up here?” Using my best kiss-ass voice on her to sweeten the jab.
Sierra’s head drops in defeat as she slides off the stool and heads in the direction I just came from.
“I swear, that girl. She used to be so sweet. I don’t know what happened.
Never mind that, though. How is your father, Wesley?
Will he be at the next parent meeting?” Of course, she would ask about him.
She's a greedy cock whore, who only wants my father for what she thinks he can give her, not caring that he’s married.
“I’m not sure, but once I find out, I’ll let you know. He’s been busy with work.” Which isn’t a total lie, and it seems to appease her as she turns, heading back to her office.
My father’s partners have been meeting every Saturday night behind the closed doors of his study.
I tried one time to sneak in, only to find the door locked.
Normally I wouldn’t care, but it’s been every weekend for the past month, instead of the usual first Saturday, which leads me to believe something is up.
Or there’s more to this little man club meeting.
When I hear sniffling coming from the aisle Sierra is in, I slowly move from behind the desk, making my way over to enjoy my handiwork. Serves her right. She shouldn’t have done what she did.
She’s re-shelving the books with one hand while wiping her eyes with the other. Now, if I were a better person, I’d walk away and give her a moment or hell, even walk over and console her. Yeah! That’s never gonna happen.
She must sense me watching her and looks up quickly, her eyes burning right through me. “What! Want to embarrass me some more? Tell her I’m not doing my job?”
“Oh, no, cunt. You don’t even know embarrassment yet, but you will. Every day, until you drop out of this school, something is going to be thrown at you. Hell, it already has, and your ass doesn’t even know it.” I laugh at the thought of her face when she finds out about the pictures.
“What happened to you, Wesley? You’re not the person who used to be my best friend, the keeper of my secrets.” She sniffles, wiping her face furiously.
“Let’s just say the real me finally found out who you truly are.” I turn and walk away from her, not wanting to waste another breath on her.