Chapter 7
seven
Elliot Jacobs
Bonfire
I lean my head back against the tree, inhaling my cigarette as I look up at the sky, trying to see if the stars are out tonight.
The bonfire blazes in the clearing while more people arrive.
I groan and grab the back of this freshman's neck, forcing her further down my length.
“You really need to practice your sucking skills,” I grunt, but she swallows around me, letting me gag her.
“Much better. Now, let's see if you can make me cum,” I say, holding her head down. She thrashes a bit but gives up the fight, letting me control her movements. This fucking sucks, I think to myself, but when I hear footsteps approach, my head snaps towards the giggling, and that’s when I see her.
I groan loudly to get her attention and my eyes collide with hazel ones.
They widen for a second, then she looks away and keeps on walking with Candace’s sister.
I take another drag of my cigarette and look down at the girl on her knees.
“I think that's enough for tonight,” I tell her, then release my hold on her.
She pulls off me and gasps as she gets to her feet.
“You’re an asshole,” she whines, then wipes her mouth and stomps away. I laugh, tucking myself into my boxers and zipping up my jeans as I see Grayson walking with Kade.
Stomping my cigarette out, I walk over to them. “Yo, how was the game?” I ask Gray, and he rolls his eyes.
“We won but that cunty new girl needs to seriously learn her place,” he growls. Well, what did my little Petal do to the big bad wolf?
“Which new girl are you speaking of?” I ask, and Kade laughs.
“The big one. Rowyn, I think her name is,” he says, and the urge to call him out for the lie that just spilled from his lips has me tightening my fists.
“Yeah, that one. I say we play a little game with her tonight,” Gray says as we walk towards the clearing.
“And what exactly did she do that has your panties in a bunch?” I ask, and his eyes dart to mine.
“She was speaking to my mother of all people, then smirked at me which in turn had my mother reprimanding me in front of everyone,” he spits, and I laugh, which only makes him growl.
“The bitch needs to keep her mouth shut. Silence will do better for her,” Kade adds, and my eyes throw daggers his way. He’s such a fucking liar and he knows it, but I got something for his ass.
“At least Cynthia came to your game,” I say, knowing my words will set Grayson off further.
His mom is a fashion designer in Paris and very rarely shows her support for anything Gray does, so hearing that she was at his game is a surprise.
I can’t remember the last time I saw her.
Speaking of which… “When was the last time you even saw her because I can’t pinpoint in the last three years her even being in the states,” I add, and I see his fists tightening at his sides.
His jaw flexing and the vein in his neck rapidly beating.
“If you must know, I speak to her weekly, but I haven’t seen her since the night before we graduated high school,” he grits, and I know I’ve hit a nerve.
“Ahh, that’s right. It’s the same night that—” But he stops in his tracks and spins on me.
“Say it and I’ll break your fucking jaw,” he growls, and I put my hands up in surrender then look to Kade, who is whistling and trying to act like he had no part in that night.
So, I keep walking even though Gray’s eyes blaze with anger as he stares me down.
It doesn’t take much to get him going but it takes a lot to get him to stop. Fuck, I need a drink.
Walking to the kegs, I grab a solo cup, fill it, and then bring it to my lips and take a sip.
I’m surprised it's not piss warm and that it’s nice and cold.
Familiar giggles have my attention snapping behind me and I see Rowyn standing by the bonfire talking to some jerkoff I’ve never seen before.
I grit my teeth and bring the cup up to my lips, chugging it down.
I look away and refill the cup, then walk around the other side of the fire to get a better look.
I find a stump to sit on and sip my beer while watching her.
I can’t help but notice how uncomfortable she is standing there, fidgeting every couple of seconds and constantly pulling on her sweatshirt.
She smiles politely at the guy, but her eyes keep drifting everywhere else but on him.
Good. I don’t want someone else, especially some jerkoff, grasping her attention.
I find my hand tightening around my cup when I see him tucking her hair behind her ear.
His fingers lingering down her neck and shoulder.
Her body stiffens when he takes her hand and leads her away from the bonfire.
I finish my beer and throw the cup to the ground then dig in my pocket for a cigarette.
Sparking it up, I take a deep inhale as I watch Rowyn disappear into the woods with that guy.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I take it out seeing I have a text from Dexter.
Dexter:
Package ready for pickup.
Me:
No delivery?
Dexter:
No.
This guy is a prick, but unfortunately, I need him.
Me:
Fine. I’ll be there soon.
Dexter:
Sending invoice.
Swiping out of his thread. I switch to another.
Me:
Are we ready to fulfill some orders?
Chloe:
We have product?
Me:
Yes.
Will:
About time.
Seymour:
The app has been going nuts.
Me:
Well get together with Sarah and Caleb. They are going to need the help.
Leslie:
Should I expect a late night?
Me:
What do you think?
Chloe:
Sarah said to meet in her dorm. We’ll get it handled.
Me:
I’ll be there soon.
Darkening the screen, I slide my phone back in my pocket and finish my cigarette. Looking around, I don’t spot Rowyn, but I do see Misti making out with Spencer. He’s such a fucking nerd.
Rolling my eyes, I stand and start my walk back to school, keeping my eyes and ears open for Rowyn. I don’t trust that guy. Who even invited him? I’m so deep in thought that I don’t hear Kade come up behind me until it’s too late.
“Boo,” he yells, and I jump.
“Dick!” I growl, making him laugh.
“Where are you going? Gray wants to play a game,” he states.
“I gotta go handle some shit. One of my guys got handsy with some chick and I have to go destroy the complaint,” I lie, and he nods.
“Fine. I’ll tell Gray, but you know he’s gonna be pissed,” he states, but I shrug.
“I really don’t give a shit. Just remind him about Cynthia and all will be forgotten.” I laugh, and he shoves me.
“He’s going to kill you one day.”
“You might be right, but he’d kill you first. He hates you more,” I remind him, but he shakes his head.
“Remind me again how we are all best friends?”
“Beats the fuck out of me,” I answer, and he laughs.
“Alright, bro. Wanna hit the gym tomorrow?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yep. Text me when you wanna go. Have fun,” I tell him, and the smile that spreads across his face has me wanting to rip it right off of him.
But I pretend like he’s going to have the time of his life and I’m happy for him; however, I just want to find her and take her with me so they won’t bother her. She’s mine to break, not theirs.
“See ya, Eli,” he says, giving me the two finger salute and running back to where he came from.
I really hope whatever they plan to do to her sends her right into my arms. One could only hope, right?