Chapter 7: Tuesday the 10th

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jonas

Tuesday the 10th

L ast night went perfectly! Now we just need to step up our game today.

She was putty in our hands by the end of the night, not as skittish as she was initially. Too bad, really. Hilary isn’t nearly as horrible to be around as I thought she would be. She’d make such a perfect little toy, one we could chain up in the basement and fuck as we see fit. I’d love to see what’s underneath those baggy ass clothes she wears.

Does she have a huge rack or are they just bug bites? Are her nipples a boring rose color or more flesh toned? Will her mouth form a delectable O as she comes underneath me? I’d let her orgasm at least once. No reason she shouldn’t experience how it feels.

It’s then that an idea forms in my mind. A guarantee to have Kitty Kat purring at our feet until her demise. Because let’s face it; she’s not living past Friday. We’ve put far too much into this upcoming night and it’s too late to select another girl.

I stop dead in my tracks, sticking out my arms in both directions, placing them on Hals’ and Jensen’s chest.

“What the hell, Jo—” Jensen starts as his feet scuff the ground.

“I’ve got a brilliant idea.” They both start laughing, and I shift my gaze between them as they turn to face me.

“Sorry man. But the last time you said that, it was for us all to go camping and you locked the fucking keys in the truck with our phones inside and we had to break the window.” Hals loves reminding me of that. It’s been three years and the fuckers still won’t let me live it down.

“Fuck both of you. Just be at the house at four. I’m bringing dessert and we’re going to give her a taste to keep her hooked.”

Both of them have a slack expression as they look between each other and me.

“Uhh, care to elaborate?” Jensen asks.

It’s then I catch sight of Hilary across the courtyard. Head down, hands clutching her books firmly pressed to her chest. Not a clue to the world moving around her or the dangers that lurk, ready to pounce at any moment.

“Yeah, we’re going to hook her pussy and have a taste of it. Remember, we’re doing whatever it takes to make sure she’s right where we want her on Friday,” I firmly state.

“What about the girls?” Hals asks.

“Huh?” My eyes are focused on Hilary as she stumbles on something, falling to her knees, the books splattering to the ground around her. Fuck, she’s a hopeless mess. No one offers to help, but instead, points and snickers.

“The three bitches we’re destined to marry. Jenny, Ellie, and Allie,” Jensen speaks their names, drawing them out as he sighs.

Even their rhyming fucking names make me want to puke.

“Cancel. We’ve got more important shit to do. Besides, I’m not marrying the cunt if I have anything to do with it.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. It’s like fucking Beetlejuice , except you only need to say their names once, or even think them, and the bitches pop up out of thin air. Making a beeline straight toward us, they are dressed to perfection as usual in some form of slutty, name brand clothing that most likely cost more than ten grand.

Each of them wears a smug look on their overly done faces. If they think they control us, they’re mistaken. We’re just allowing them to think they can have any sway in what we do. We’ve tolerated them and their families for far too long.

“Well, I’m leaving you to handle them. I have bigger fish to fry. Don’t forget to be home at four. We’re taming a cat that’s been abandoned and abused in the wild. Any sudden move could scare her off.”

With that, I take off at a jog right toward Hilary. I can hear the girls’ disgruntled squawking as I pass by, but I don’t give a shit.

Hilary’s still crawling around the ground, trying to collect her scattered papers.

“Hey, let me help you.” I squat down and begin picking them up.

I can feel the stares of everyone on me, wondering why the hell one of the kings is helping her, or anyone, for that matter. We’ve never done it before, so why would we now?

Her dark emerald eyes peer up at me over the rim of her glasses, pupils blown wide at my assistance. Internally, I’m letting out my best sinister laugh, loving how I’m toying with her life. Her very short life.

She looks around at everyone, her face turning pink under the scrutiny of the masses.

“Why are you helping me?” she asks, low enough only the two of us can hear.

“Why wouldn't I? We’re friends and project partners,” I remind her, trying to put on my best chivalrous act.

“I get we’re partners, but we’ve never been friends,” she bites back.

“An oversight on my part, but now we are.” I hand her the papers I picked up, and she takes them. Reaching out, I give her a hand, helping her to stand.

She takes it, but once she’s standing, she quickly jerks it away as if I have a plague.

“Where are you heading?” I know where she’s going. I know her whole fucking schedule. It’s why I know today at four she has nowhere to be. On a normal day, she’d be in the library, but today she’ll be with us.

“Class. I have a test today so I really need to go. Thanks for the help.” She goes to scurry away, but I take hold of her arm, stopping her.

“Hey, we need to continue working on our project. My house at four. I’ll get us dinner again, so don’t even try to tell me you have to rush off for dinner.” I don’t give her a chance to weasel out of it, as I turn and take off toward the guys and the three bitches.

Before I reach them, I turn around and scream, “Don’t make me come looking for you!”

A small piece of me, not even deep below the skin, hopes that she does, that we can play a little game of hide and seek. Only she won’t like what happens when I find her. No one disregards a request of mine.

“What the hell kinda shit is that, Jonas?” Allie’s shrill voice cries as I step up to them.

“None of your fucking business,” I snap at her.

“Seeing how we’re engaged, I think it is.” With pursed lips, she juts her hip out as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Seeing how your manicured finger doesn’t have a flashy diamond purchased by me on it, I beg to differ. And if the guys haven’t told the three of you yet, we have plans, so don’t fucking come to our house.” With those words, the three of us turn and head off in the other direction. None of us has the desire to entertain their theatrics at the moment.

“She coming?” Jensen asks.

“If she knows what’s good for her.” We all burst out laughing as we make our way to Carlson Hall.