Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

THEA

R ichemont Academy. Home of the rich little brats that spend all their mommies and daddies money. A place where the truly vain and vapid souls go to learn to be vicious little shits that will do nothing but disgrace humanity.

Yet here I am standing at its doors thanks to my asshole new stepdad who had me shipped off as soon as he married my mother. I want to run. I shouldn’t even be here. I turn eighteen in a few weeks. I still have a few weeks left of high school but for some reason I’m attending here, a freaking private college, nearly a year behind everyone else. I don't need their permission to leave here when I turn 18 but I won’t for one simple reason. You graduate from Richemont you’re pretty much guaranteed a job anywhere across the US.

Yet the tall marble walls seem cold, empty. The large wooden doors that slam shut so heavily seem to be built to keep people trapped here. Don’t get me wrong, the campus here is gorgeous, 3 huge buildings that situate all the classes depending on what you major in. The dorms are all beautiful according to the pictures online and the main house hosts the canteen and various areas for us to relax in along with one of the biggest libraries in the US. Yet I just feel alone here. Not that I was miss popular before but at least I was in familiar surroundings.

I sigh to myself, three years of this hell. That’s all, I can do three years. I’ll keep my head down and not interact with anyone, I’m hardly miss social butterfly as it is, so this shouldn’t be a problem or at least you would think.

Suddenly someone slams into me and I’m on the floor, palms outstretched, my bag emptying all over the marbled tiles. A bunch of girls laughing behind me.

“Sorry Troll I didn’t see you there.” I look up to see a blonde barbie girl, you know the type. Immaculate nails, plastic looks and all fake smiles. We had those at my last school, only those bitches learned pretty quickly to avoid me, and it looks like it’s time for this whore to learn the same lesson.

I jump up launching myself into the girl, grabbing a fistful of hair before slamming her face straight into the wall. I pull out my pocketknife and press it against her face.

“Maybe I should cut your eyelids off so you can see better then huh?”

She cries out whimpering, screaming for someone to help but her vapid little friends just stand there cowering like they all do. These types of girls think she owns the school meaning she owns all of us, but they use threats and nasty words and think they can control us. None of them have an ounce of power really and as soon as they are confronted with my knife they soon realize they don’t.

“Oh, see now look at that, doesn’t seem like anyone here likes you enough to help. I press the knife into her cheek, just enough to spill a little blood when I feel my arm being wrenched behind me with such a force I feel like it could break.

“Get off me” I shout pointlessly. An arm snakes around my waist turning me and pressing me against the wall. My hand is slammed against the concrete so hard the knife falls from my hand to the floor. I bite my tongue to stop them from knowing they hurt me.

“Now what do we have here?” I look up to see what could only be described as a vengeful god staring at me. Dark eyes, dark hair, a chiseled jaw and cheekbones so gorgeous this guy could be a model for the most elitist brand, if he didn’t look so fucking terrifying but I’m not one to show fear.

“Get the fuck off me.”

“See no can do sweetheart cause you just threatened my little sister. Sure, she’s a bitch when she wants to be but if you think you can make her bleed you have another thing coming.”

He turns to the girl's friends. “Get her to the nurses office.” He watches them scurry away like little ants. Clearly even his sister’s friends are frightened of him.

“Now what do I do about you?” My breath catches because the way this guy is looking at me right now I feel like I’m being held by an Apex predator who wants to play about with his food.

I hear a small noise, and my eyes drop to his lips as he runs his tongue piercing along his teeth.

“Easy Colt, you don’t want to leave marks, not where people can see anyway.”

I hear another voice, and I turn my head and watch another three guys walk towards me. What the fuck is up with this place being a walking talking fucking advertisement for fashion models.

The blonde guy lowers down to the floor, picking up the knife. “This yours beautiful?” He asks me, cocking his head to one side.

“Give. it. back.” I hiss

“Looks like this year just got a whole lot more interesting.”

I flick my eyes over to the next guy who just spoke, standing there with a smug smile on his face. Auburn hair, baby blue eyes and arms so big any girl would want them around her. What the fuck? Where did that just come from? I curse myself for thinking it because there is no way I’m that kind of girl. The last thing I want is four guys to pay attention to me this year and I definitely don’t want to be attracted to them.

The blonde guy closes the knife, slipping it into his back pocket. “I’m going to get that back in about ten seconds and walk away.” I smile sweetly at him, and he laughs.

I give him a wink before turning back to the guy called Colt. I raise my leg up kneeing the guy in the balls as he curses and lets go, now cradling his precious balls

I turn to the blond guy that just took my knife.

“What’s your name?” I ask

His eyebrows furrow at me. “Axel.”

I press my body to his. “I’ll take my knife back now.” I stretch my hand out and as he grabs it to stop me from taking it from his pocket I use all my power I have to swing at him, catching him in the jaw and grabbing my knife from his pocket. I quickly turn it out to the four of them.

Colt looks ready to murder me as he leans against the wall, Axel looks vaguely dazed as he cradles his jaw and the other two… I want to say they look impressed but who the fuck knows.

“Listen I don’t want to be in this fucking hellhole okay? I plan to live my life in peace for the next 3 years and that’s it. So sorry your sister is a bitch but hey maybe that little cut will scar and give her some character and teach her some fucking manners.”

Colts eyes narrow at me as blue eyes steps forward.

“That’s also my girlfriend you’re talking about.”

I laugh, “you do look like the kinda guy that goes for empty headed skanks.”

He takes another step forward but the fourth guy yet to speak blocks him calmly speaking “Let her go, she’ll learn her place here.”

I thought Colt was frightening but there’s something about this guy that’s making me want to bolt. His eyes are a dusty blue gray, his hair is long, brown, part of me wants to tug on it. You can clearly see the guy works out, his abs showing through his white tee which is overlaid with a leather jacket. This guy is gorgeous, there’s no doubt about it but those dusty eyes are dead. He actually looks amused when I spoke back, but it’s like I flicked a switch on him and what’s really amusing him is the fact that I now need to be taught a lesson. The rest of the guys immediately do as he says, almost taking a step back to fall in line.

“Oh and since you’re new here, I’m guessing your name is Thea right? The Thea Rose whose mother just married Stan Michealson. Your room number is 226 and you’re staying in block C. You got booted from your last school, fighting, drugs, apparently you broke a guys jaw last year.”

“Well maybe he should have kept his hands to himself rather than trying to put them up my skirt.” I say evenly trying not to look nervous that this guy seems to know everything about me already and it’s making me feel unprepared for what’s to come.

He smiles at me. “You’re right about Stacey’s, she is a bimbo and a slut but here you don’t get warnings for messing with what's ours.” He reaches out cupping my cheek before he grabs my chin hard between his finger and thumb. “Thea, have a good first day and watch your back because you just put a target on it and me and my boys… well we like to hunt.”

I try to pull my face from his grip, but he just holds it tighter. I move my hand slashing at him but he just grabs my wrist squeezing it so hard that I lose my grip on the knife once again.

“Looks like we got a fighter boys.” He tells the guys before he lets go of my chin but drags me by the arm instead. I try to pull out of his grasp, but I can’t, he’s too fucking strong. I watch them pick my shit up off the floor before following us. He drags me into a classroom kicking the door behind us. He then throws me into the room against one of the desks. Axel's large back covers the glass window through the door and I know I’m trapped in here. My eyes dart about looking for a weapon, anything I can use to defend myself but before I have a chance to make a move, this stranger grabs me again, tossing me against the wall and pinning my hands above my head.

“You know if you weren’t such a bitch we could have had some fun.” His fingers hitch my skirt up roughly as I fight against him but it’s no use. He grabs my thigh pulling it against him as he presses his crotch into me. Fuck he’s hard. I can feel him and something in me wants him to take this further. I’m down for a rough and dirty fuck in a classroom as long as there’s no strings attached but all that spills from my lips is “get your hands off me.”

He smirks. “Is that what you really want, Thea? Because I think you’re soaked as hell at being treated like this. I think you’re aching for me to touch you. You’re just like every other girl here aren’t you? Desperate to make me yours.”

“Wow your arrogance really will be your downfall won’t it?”

“Oh, I’m not arrogant darling I’m just confident.”

His hands let go off my wrists instead it snakes around my throat as he squeezes slightly, just enough to put pressure on it. He’s showing me he’s the one in control here. He throws my thigh back down, gripping it tightly using his foot to kick my feet apart.

“I bet your sweet little pussy is desperate for me to touch her, isn't it Kitten?”

“No.” I say but fuck I do not sound positive. My breathing is heavy, uneven. This shouldn’t turn me on, yet it does.

“You don’t sound sure.”

“I am.” I whisper, his fingers snaking up higher and higher.

He smirks yet I can’t find the words to tell him to stop. His fingers get to the lace of my panties, and he presses them up against me.

“Just what I thought…. Soaking wet for me. Tell me Kitten, does it turn you on knowing all four of us could share you? You could be passed around and belong to us all?” His fingers push the lace to the side, now rubbing my clit slowly. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, not wanting him to have the satisfaction that he’s right.

“Your body betrays you, I can see that fire in your eyes, that fight, yet here you are so desperate to beg me to fuck you, for all of us to fuck you.”

“I’ll never beg you.”

“Oh Kitten, if we want you to beg you will, but I like that sharp tongue of yours. That mouth on you would look so good gagging around my thick fucking shaft.” He slides his fingers inside of me, pressing up and curling against my walls. I whimper trying to keep my lips sealed.

He leans into my ear whispering, his warm breath against my neck as he massages my G-spot.

“Do you know who I am Thea?”

“A Dick?”

He chuckles and the sound goes right through me.

“Why do you think you’re here Thea?”

“Because Stan sent me here.”

“Why?”

“I.. I don’t know.” My breathing ragged as he pushes me closer to the edge.

“No, you don’t. You’re just a piece on a chessboard, moved about for others' amusement. Ask around about me, Kitten and maybe you’ll understand.”

“Understand what?”

“You could be fucking royalty Thea, but you need to learn to behave otherwise you’ll never crawl out of that shit hole you came from.” And with that he rips his hand away from me. His fingers move to his lips as I watch him taste me. How is that so fucking sexy?

“You’re not gonna finish me off?” I ask angrily.

“Finish yourself off Kitten, you haven’t earned that right yet and honestly I’m not sure if you will.”

He walks over to the door opening it and the three guys turn to us. Axel smirks knowing exactly what went down between us. Colt just looks mad as hell and the other guy looks bored.

The stranger that just assaulted me grabs my bag tossing it to my feet. Wait, is it assault if I gave into him? If I wanted it just like he said?

“How do I ask about you if I don't know your name?”

The cruel smile on his face widens. “Axel,” he points to him. “Colt.” He points to the other guy I already know. “Jasper.” To blue eyes. He turns his back on me.

“I said your name.” I state unimpressed.

He just smirks, turning around. “Ask your mother, she sure has a lot to confess. See you around Kitten and remember to watch your back.” The door slams shut with a thud, and I’m left unsteady, confused and horny as fuck.