Chapter Twenty-Two
Amelie
One thing I have learned this week is that if a Knox is against you, everyone else seems to follow behind like sheep. I don’t know how I haven’t noticed before, maybe it’s because I didn’t care. Now I’m just the idiot with her feelings out there.
After my outburst in Miss Davis’ class I decided to find another SELF teacher.
The class isn’t hard; the whole point of the class is to teach us about stupid things like social issues.
Surely they would have to take into account that I’m Australian, and cultural differences would affect me differently, which is what I said in my assessment.
From the list of teachers, I picked Mr Boldon, he’s a younger teacher, early thirties maybe.
“Come in,” he says, looking up from his desk when I knock.
“Thank you. I’m sorry to disturb you on a Saturday, Sir. I was wondering if I can have a moment of your time.”
“Sure, please take a seat.” He points to the chair. “What can I help you with?”
“I read in the student handbook that if a student is unhappy with a grade, that they can ask for a second opinion.” His face looks wary.
I can imagine it wouldn’t be easy to go against another teacher.
But I won’t let this slide. I will outsource a teacher if I have to.
I considered going to Sawyer, but Maggie is his mum and I don’t want to be a completely shitty person.
Besides, I’m not sure he could be completely impartial.
“You do understand that we do the second mark anonymously, then you take it to the headmaster.”
“I do, but sir, as a student who has never received a grade lower than a B in my entire schooling, I think an F is a little far from the mark.”
“Okay, email me the original paper. To be fair, I cannot see the marked version.” He scribbles down his email address.
I thank him and head back to my room. I have some time to kill before I have to meet Slate and want to change from my uniform.
Since we are meeting up at five I can wear something a little comfier.
Walking up to my dorm, I see the paint dripping down my door. Anger boils over the closer I get and I see the word ‘whore’ or what should say whore. A group of girls walk past and giggle.
“So funny!” I yell. That’s it. Kalen is going to listen to me. I don’t give a shit, this has gone on for far too long now.
I have no idea where he will be, I know he doesn’t have swimming until later. I make my way to the dining hall, hoping he might have called in on his way past for a snack.
The hall is busy with students stopping in for an afternoon snack.
I steam roll my way through the room to his usual table.
Onyx is sitting at the table with a few other buddies, ones I never bothered to ask about or care what their names are.
I think I may have class with one girl at the table, Milly or Mandy. It’s definitely an M name.
“Where is he?” I snap, placing my hands down on the table in front of Onyx.
“You would have to be more specific, it’s hard to keep up with who you’re sniffing around these days.”
“Bollocks,” I say, realising one of the words Kalen taught me has stuck. “Kalen. Where is the damn asshole?”
“Why would we tell you?” the girl adds. Big mistake. I turn to her.
“Keep your mouth shut,” I seethe.
“From what I hear, you should be keeping yours shut. And your legs.”
I move to stand next to her. “Is that so? Are you jealous that you sit here, day in and day out for how long, and not one of the Knox brothers will touch you?”
“I would prefer to look desperate than actually be desperate and fuck Baxter.” I see red, talking is over. Sawyer may have taught me actual self defence. But Aadi and Smalls taught me to scrap. To get dirty.
She doesn’t expect my sudden movement, so it makes it easier for me to grab the back of her head and to forcefully slam her face down on to the table and hold it there.
Blood sprays, but it’s probably just a busted nose.
She looks like a spoilt rich girl so daddy will probably pay for a nose job anyway.
“Tell me where he is,” I demand, ignoring the girl squealing beneath my hand. I keep the pressure on her head as I stare down at Onyx. He just smiles. It’s a twisted kind of smile, like he’s loving the show.
“He went to the library,” he smirks.
“Thanks,” I say sweetly and release the girl who spits profanities and blood at me. Surely that outburst will get me a detention. I don’t give a fuck.
On cue, Onyx slides a detention card across the table towards me. He knows I’m up and running with him on Saturday mornings, and that Sawyer and his kids in detention generally join us.
“Keep it. I’ll already be there, my whoring ways can’t keep me away.” A laugh slips from his lips and at that I walk away.
My pace quickens when the library comes in sight. Damn him for not being somewhere I can yell; it’s in my blood to be loud and theatrical, just ask my Nonna. She would say it’s my birth right.
Kalen is predictable, I know exactly where to look, I head straight to the spot where he saw me with Baxter, and low and behold he is there, talking - should I say flirting - with a fourth year.
“Fuck off,” I snap and she scowls at me. “I’m serious, piss off, because I’m on a roll today and I will take you down if need be.”
She leaves without a fuss, which surprises me, telling Kalen to find her later.
“Jealous?” Kalen says, refusing to make eye contact with me.
“Is that what you want?” He shrugs and packs up his things.
“You’re not leaving until you hear me out.” He looks up at me, his eyes wild. He moves closer to me, a predator approaching his prey. It’s so out of character for him that a thrill of excitement washes over me. He backs me up until I’m pressed hard against the exact bookcase where Baxter had me.
“What, do you want to tell me that nothing happened?” I nod. He spins me, forcing my head into the corner of a book sticking from the shelf. A hiss of pain leaves me, but he continues to press harder, and damn him, it turns me on.
“So, he didn’t have you pushed against the shelves?”
“He did,” I whisper reluctantly. It didn’t feel like this though.
“And his hand wasn’t wrapped around your throat?” Kalen’s actions mimic his words.
“It was,” I pant, turned on by his proximity.
“He didn’t run his fingers up your thigh and lightly touch your skin, making you push your ass into his cock.”
“Not exactly,” I hedge, because although those were our actions, it didn’t go down how Kalen’s making it sound.
“Was his cock as big as mine Amelie?” I shake my head no; I doubt anyone is as big as him. Not even Baxter. I don’t even consider that Kalen might see that as an admission of guilt.
“Did you put up a fight?”
“I tried. I should have tried harder,” I pant as his finger teases the edge of my panties.
“Did his touch turn you on?”
“N-no,” I stammer and it’s the truth. Kalen’s touch turns me on. I grind my ass back into Kalen’s crotch.
His resolve crumbles.
The loss of his touch burns and I think he’s about to walk away. Like he’s proving some point he feels is needed. Until his zip slides down and he pushes my school skirt up.
“I don’t blame him for wanting you,” he whispers, lining himself up with me. He drags his cock back and forth over my soaked panties, tracing my opening, teasing. Torturing me.
My lace panties are pulled aside and he doesn’t prepare me, he thrusts hard inside me and my whimper echoes around us. He clamps his hand over my mouth.
“You don’t get to enjoy this!” he snaps and thrusts inside me even harder.
Poor Kalen, he and Sawyer obviously didn’t compare notes.
If they had, Kalen would know that the rougher he is with me, the more I will enjoy it.
He pounds into me, over and over, one hand fisted in my hair, the other around my throat to keep me in place.
It doesn’t matter. He’s racing towards his release, but doesn’t realise that I’m climbing towards mine too.
The thought of getting caught pushes me closer to the edge of relief.
“Tell me now that you didn’t fuck him.” He pauses, holding back both our climaxes.
“I didn’t, I wouldn’t. He wanted you to think that, to punish me.” That’s all he needs to hear before he thrusts inside me again. I cry out as my walls clamp down around him, triggering his orgasm against his will.
“Fuck!” he barks. He pulls himself out and zips up his pants, not bothering to flatten down my skirt.
I hasten to cover myself up, suddenly very aware of our surroundings and that we can get caught any moment.
It’s one thing to be caught fucking, another to be the desperate slut baring herself to a guy in the library.
“Well, why didn’t you say that in the first place?” Kalen jokes, a glimmer of his usual self giving me hope. My mouth hangs open. Words fail me for the first time.
“So you forgive me?” I ask warily.
“Nope,” he says, popping the P. Grabbing his backpack, he turns to leave.
“Are you fucking serious?!” I whisper yell following behind him.
“I know what I saw, so stop trying to make an idiot out of me.”
“Maybe you are! You’re acting just like a damn idiot!” The librarian shushes us.
He abruptly stops, causing me to run into his back.
“You might want to go visit with the nurse, they have morning after pills. I’m sure you’re acquainted with that kind of thing.”
“Fuck you!” I yell, not caring who can hear. I push him as hard as I can in the back.
He turns to face me. “You just did that,” he snarls nastily. The look on his face is something I’m more used to seeing on Onyx’s face. Even Slate’s. To see it on Kalen’s stings.
Anger burns through me at the way his face morphs into a smug smile. The sound of my hand hitting his skin bounces off the walls around us.