Chapter Four #2
“She sees one dick and now she’s cock crazy, you must have magic powers.”
He shakes his head at me and goes to stand by the wall. Elsie is mortified into silence.
She recovers quickly and goes back to her bubbly self, rambling on about how she spent her holidays. I, however, notice everyone in the room glancing at me. They can’t still be pissed about the photos and secrets.
Kalen comes barrelling through the doors at the speed of lightning. I watch Onyx close on his heels, everyone waiting to see Onyx beat his brother. Breakfast and a show.
Kalen comes up behind me and lifts me from my seat, using me as a human shield.
Onyx stops, stares, and smirks.
Kalen mumbles shit and I laugh.
“What did you do?” I ask Kalen.
“I’ve been talking to Aadi?”
“You what?”
“We are brothers after all.”
“He isn’t your brother, Kalen.”
“Semantics.”
Onyx looks about ready to pounce.
“Fine. I had one of the computer nerds link Onyx’s number to a sex chat line, now he gets horny dudes calling and texting him.”
I laugh; it’s what I did to Aadi last year before I came here. He couldn’t work out why he kept getting dick pics for days.
“Amelie, care to move aside so I can kill him now?” I nod my head yes but Kalen just picks me up like a damn rag doll, throws me over his shoulder and takes off. I try to wave at Elsie but I need my hands to hold on to Kalen so I don't fall to the floor.
I scream as we run down the hallway. With Onyx hot on our tail and Jasper following behind at a slower pace.
A few things happen so quickly I can’t register what is going on: Kalen is falling; I’m being hauled sideways; I’m placed on my feet. Blinking a few times to clear my vision I soon realise that I don’t really recognise the guys standing in front of me.
“Are you okay?” One of them asks and I nod, confused.
“What the fuck are you doing? Step away from her now,” Onyx barks as Jasper grabs the guy closest to me and has him pinned to the floor in seconds.
“We were helping her,” a second guy whispers. “We um know who she is and she was screaming.”
It all clicks into place. These guys are in The Order. Kalen comes in closer to me. “Let them go,” he says to Jasper, before turning to look at the guy pressed against the floor. "Corbin, you don’t need to protect her from me.”
“With all due respect, we were told to always protect her no matter what. Every recruit had a meeting last night to update us on our responsibilities when it comes to her.”
“What is going on here?”
We all turn to Sawyer who’s standing with his arms crossed, waiting for an explanation. I love it when he pulls the authority card, it does things to me. I clench my thighs and I know he can tell what just happened. A smirk pulls at his lips.
Memories of last night also don’t help.
When no one answers, Sawyer shakes his head. Even though he isn’t a teacher here, he still has that authority vibe.
“Miss Rossi, a word…please.”
I nod and walk towards Sawyer. Onyx’s phone pings and his face drops as he opens the message. Kalen laughs like a hyena and takes off running once more.
“What’s that all about?” Sawyer asks as we walk side by side.
“Kalen put Onyx’s phone number on a gay sex chat site. I’m presuming he just received a dick pic.”
Sawyer chuckles. “How did it go this morning with Adrianne?”
Adrianne is the girl I went to see.
“Better than I expected actually, but she knows Kalen somehow and didn’t seem overly happy about hearing his name.”
“He didn’t tell any of us about her until he threw the folder down. Knowing Kalen, he did something messed up and is trying to make it better. He might tell you, if you ask.”
“Maybe… Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yeah, you forgot your uniform this morning. I left it in dad’s office so you could get changed.”
Sawyer and I both walk to the office building, where the admin lady eyes Sawyer up and down. It really bothers me, so I take Sawyer’s hand in mine and her eyes go wide. Take that. Immature? Yeah. Fucks given? Zero.
Once we’re in Monty’s office Sawyer locks the door.
I don’t bother asking where his father is, he clearly isn’t here.
My uniform is hanging up. I slip off my coat and let it drop to the floor.
Sawyer takes a seat in his father’s chair, his legs spread wide.
I can see the outline of his erect dick straining against his slacks. It makes me wet.
I unbutton my blouse slowly, leaving it open for him to see my sexy lace bra underneath.
I don’t remove it yet. I unbutton my pants and walk towards him, stopping when I’m standing between his thighs.
His hands slide up my thighs, grasping the top of my pants and sliding them down my legs.
His thumbs graze my bare skin causing goosebumps to line my flesh as I step out of the discarded garment.
“You’re killing me,” he complains, standing.
His hands instantly find my face and he pulls me in for a kiss, walking us backwards until my back hits the door.
One hand holds my head and the other slides down my stomach, pushing past my underwear.
His fingers find my already swollen clit, and a moan escapes me.
He swallows my noises with his mouth, hungrily, and my body convulses under his touch as a fast and unexpected orgasm washes over me.
Panting, I try to catch my breath. Sawyer drops to his knees, pulling my underwear aside using his tongue to clean me up, and my knees go weak at the sensation.
When he’s done, he fixes my underwear back in place but it’s practically useless now. Everything’s wet as hell.
The warning bell goes and I move to get my now crinkled uniform from behind me. I don’t try to get dressed sexily.
I was half hoping that I’d have to go back to Sawyer’s to get my uniform so that I would miss my first class.
My music teacher likes to start the first day with singing.
Slate, being the teacher's pet, will have a song lined up already, no doubt aimed to spear me emotionally. We might have made a truce through our sort of sex session, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t hurt him a lot.
While I’m happy for him to make me pay, to atone for that pain, I’m nervous that he’ll show me how he feels the only way he knows how.
Through music, in front of the entire class.
Since skipping isn’t happening, I plan to beat him to class and speak with the teacher first. I have a song of my own ready. I leave Sawyer in Monty’s office and run to class, and as luck would have it, the teacher is walking down the corridor. I come to a steady pace beside her.
“Oh my gosh Amelie, you scared the life out of me.”
“Sorry, miss, I was trying to catch you before class, I wanted to see if I could sing first today. I made sure to be ready.”
“Of course you can. Just go in and load your song, then once everyone is here you can lead the way.”
“Thanks, miss,” I say, walking through the classroom door where Slate pretends not to acknowledge me.
I never realised that having a boyfriend pissed at me would suck so much.
It’s why I’ve always avoided commitment, I hate not being able to have the last word, and I hate when people are mad at me.
Well, people I care about, everyone else can eat a dick for all I care.
I head over to the massive sound system the teacher has and type in the song I’m looking for. I can feel his eyes on me, but when I turn around he’s already looked away.
After a few minutes, everyone has made their way into the room and taken a seat on the floor.
“Thank you all for being on time, and welcome back. As you should remember, I emailed you all and asked you to have something prepared for today, free choice. So we’ll jump right in. Amelie is up first.”
I hit play on the song ‘Titanium’ by Sia and I look straight at Slate.
This is a perfect song to represent my life, everything that’s been thrown at me since I’ve been here in the UK, everything him and his brothers have put me through…
they can keep throwing whatever they want at me because just like the song, I’m titanium and I haven’t got anything to lose.
I’m here to stay and I will successfully take over The Order because I’m a bad bitch, and if he wants to keep punishing me for my guilt, then that is on him.
As of today, I will no longer feel bad. He’ll just have to deal with it and get over it.
If he wants to call me a whore or a slut, and think that his words will cut me down, he is wrong.
I’m not ashamed of him or his brothers, I love them all and if that means wearing ‘slut’ as a title, then I will wear it proudly.
As the song comes to an end I look at Slate. He gives nothing away. He and Onyx may be so different, but they both have a damn good poker face.
The teacher jumps up and claps her hands and looks from me to Slate. She knows the deal by now – that we use music as our way to show our feelings in this class. No one questions it because it’s Slate Knox, and you wouldn’t want to be on the losing side of a battle with a Knox.
Slate stands and walks over to the piano.
I don't bother sitting, I lean against the wall and watch.
This song will make or break us, I can feel it in my bones.
I know when he needed me the most I wasn't there, and I can't take it back. I tried to show him how I felt about him. He says we’ll be okay but Slate holds a lot of his pain from his childhood inside, so I know he knows what it’s like to feel guilt.
He has it too; I know he feels guilty over Onyx.
Slate bears the physical scars that eat Onyx alive every day, but I know it kills Slate that his brother feels that pain.
His fingers move over the keys, and I recognise the song from Chelsea’s throwback music. ‘Every time’ by Britney Spears. His raspy voice starts to sing and I really take in the lyrics. His eyes remain closed as he sings.