7. Rhys

There’sthisstrangefeeling deep in my chest. My heart feels like it’s twisting in agonizing knots, squeezing tighter and tighter as the day goes, and it makes me feel like I’m going to… cry.

What the actual fuck?

Rhys George doesn’t cry! Ever!

Fucking Marcus Grady! Why does he have to be him I don’t even know what that means, but a girl only has so much self-control when he’s around. I didn’t know if I was going to fall into his arms and beg him to love me—whatever that means—or leap on him like a bitch in heat and grind Kitty against him. And that was just my reaction when I locked eyes with him in the passage.

Then the fucker had the nerve to grab my hand as I passed by. Why does he affect me so much? Why has Marcus gotten under my skin? Is it those deep brown eyes or that messy brown hair that falls in such a way over his forehead sometimes that it’s hard not to reach out and brush it back? And fuck me sideways. Did his lips get plumper over the last month? Shit, what if they look like that because he was kissing someone before I ran into him? Maybe he has a girlfriend now. Does he have a girlfriend now?

Fucking bitch is going down!

Ugh! I can’t stand these feelings he stirs in me. They make me think I have the possibility of a future with him. Which is fucking ridiculous. Rhys George doesn’t commit. To anyone!

When Dale and I enter the courtyard at recess, like a slap across my face, I get the reminder that me and monogamy don’t mix.

Shaun Bossier, AKA The Spanish Casanova, comes into view, and my stupid knotted up heart does a flip in my chest. As if he feels my presence, Shaun’s head turns my way, and those fucking sexy steel-grey eyes connect with mine. Kitty, the traitor, pops her head up, purring as our eyes lock, reminding me that last night didn’t sate me. All it did was make me hungrier.

“Girl, everyone has missed your cute arse. Look at all the guys eye-fucking you right now. What’s a guy gotta do to get a little attention like that?”

Dale, my flamboyant and overly dramatic but loyal friend, grins towards the tables where Lexi’s pack is gathering. Lexi West and I became friends a few months back when her world fell apart and our paths crossed. By crossed paths, I mean I was in the toilet stall and heard one of Fox Pines Catholic’s top bitches having a go at Lexi. They used to be friends, but after Lexi’s violent home life was broadcast on the local news, her old friends turned on her. It’s ok, though, because good old Rhys George was there to step in and be Lexi’s new bestie.

Lexi’s pack, as I call them, are the group of boys that didn’t turn their backs on her. Instead, they showed her more loyalty than anything I’ve ever seen before. Marcus, yes, my Marcus, who is Lexi’s childhood friend, Garrett, Shaun, Simon, and Jared, Lexi’s other childhood friend, all stepped up to protect Lexi. They stayed by her side as much as possible, and I was sure the lucky bitch had snagged herself a reverse harem. I was wrong, though. Sure, Marcus and Jared cared about Lexi a little more than just friends at the time, but her heart belonged to one guy. Ayden Mitchell. Marcus’ cousin.

Even though Marcus was still drooling over Lexi when I first invaded their pack, he quickly turned his eyes to me. I shouldn’t have liked it so much. I should have run the moment I felt that way, yet I didn’t. I stayed and let him get under my skin.

“Firstly, Dale. If you want some eye fucking from those delicious guys, then you need to have a vagina. You know they prefer fish over sausage.” I grin at Dale when he cringes, “And secondly, I can’t help it if everyone wants to taste my Kitty.”

“Stop! I think I just threw up in my mouth.” Dale gags and I laugh, throwing my head back as we walk arm in arm up to the table engulfed by the very guys who have their eyes on me.

Marcus steps around me and takes a seat on the tabletop. He must have been mere feet behind us as we walked. I’m surprised I didn’t notice.

“Good to see you, George,” Shaun smirks as he speaks to me, his sly grin knowing. Yeah, that arsehole knows a hell of a lot that he shouldn’t.

Like what Kitty tastes like.

“Bossi. I see you’re rebelling.” I gesture my head towards him. “Have you been given a detention for that earring yet?”

It’s a fucking hot earring, too. It’s a dagger hanging from a loop in his right ear. I couldn’t see his ears last night. The black leather mask covered most of his head. Fuck, he’s a thing of beauty, though. His sharp jawline makes him look older than his seventeen years, and the uptight FP Catholic navy uniform he wears actually looks good. He makes it look good.

“Not yet. I’ve talked my way out of it so far today.” He’s a cocky bastard. Sitting up on the table next to Ayden, his expression holds nothing but full of himself attitude. “Where were you in English, George?”

“You weren’t in Maths either, Ree. You only just get to school now?” Marcus really is trying to kill me. He just used the pet name he started calling me last term. Usually, he used it when he whispered his intentions in my ear. He has never used the name in front of other people. Now, as my eyes find his, I see the challenge in them. Marcus is bringing out the big guns. He hasn’t gotten over me. He hasn’t moved on. No. Marcus Grady has set his sights on breaking me down until I give in to him. And fuck me. If I’m not careful, he’s going to succeed.

“I’ve been here since the start of the day. Just didn’t feel like coming to class.” I raise a dark brow at Marcus and return my eyes to Shaun. Bad decision. His eyes have a challenge of their own.

Fuck. This isn’t good. Not for my sanity, but it is for Kitty, who is practically salivating with the attention. And that’s the big problem right there. I need to put a lid on the heat building between my legs before I do something stupid, like ask Marcus to come to the bathroom with me. Or worse. Ask Shaun.

“Oh, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you, Rhys? What were you doing instead of going to class? Or should I ask who you were doing?” Simon’s playful tone draws my attention away from Casanova, but with looking at Simon comes a whole new problem. He’s a clown. Fun. Outgoing. Likes to take the piss out of himself, and although he’s not quite as built as the other guys, he’s definitely athletic and loves to get his clothes off any chance he can get. Simon’s favourite party game is strip poker, even though he’s crap at it. He doesn’t care because he loves getting naked. So, I’ve seen what he’s packing under his uniform. I’ve even seen that pretty cock of his which is fucking mean to show me because I’m practically helpless to walk away from a dick that’s foreskin free.

Hey! Don’t judge! We all have our vices! And mine is pretty cocks with lickable heads and no extra skin.

But there’s just something about the blonde-haired, hazel-eyed, funny bugger that has my Kitty lifting her tail and swaying her arse in the air. I’m so screwed. Everyone is a possible fuck. I don’t know what other people do when they look at people around them, but me? I zero in on their lips, their tongues when they make an appearance, their body language, or how their eyes connect with me. When I look at someone, I wonder what it would be like to make them lose control. Lose all of their restraints and let loose on their darkest desires. I wonder what it would be like to lose ourselves together.

It’s always there. Always present. While people talk about what they want to wear to a party, I’m thinking about what I can wear that will be easiest to peel off my skin. When people talk about watching a movie, I’m wondering if there will be sex scenes and how heated they will get. I wonder if those scenes turn others on and if they wish they could just turn to the person next to them and fuck them until they can’t walk. When we are in Maths class, and people are trying to calculate something. I’m adding up how many orgasms I think I could milk out of someone sitting close to me. It doesn’t matter who they are. Girl or guy. Student or teacher. Sex is sex, and it’s all I can fucking think about.

Trying to focus back on Simon instead of the orgy going on in my head, I feign indifference and shrug. “Wouldn’t you like to know Hastings? I mean, I could tell you, but I don’t fuck and tell.”

Simon’s hazel eyes widen and flare, and the poor guy can’t help but rearrange his junk at my crass comment. Yes, I like that I’ve affected him. I could so easily walk up to him and slide my hand down his pants and wrap my hand around…

“Stop teasing the poor fellas, Rhys.” Dale huffs dramatically next to me. “She was in the photo lab catching up on her portfolio.” Dale offers to Simon, and I huff back.

“Dude, you’re killing my vibe.” I don’t miss the anger contorting Marcus’ face as I turn my sights to Dale.

“What vibe is that? Everyone’s welcome?”

My head jerks in Marcus’ direction at his comment, and I can’t hide my reaction to the invisible slap he just dealt me. Did he really just say that? I’ve seen Marcus angry before, but he’s never been nasty.

“Dude!” Garrett and Shaun hiss in unison at Marcus while Ayden butts his shoulder with Marcus, and Lexi’s mouth drops open.

Marcus ignores them all, though, his dark pissed off eyes trained on me. This is what I want, isn’t it? For Marcus to lose interest in me? For him to not want me. To move on. Right?

Fuck if his remark doesn’t cut like a blade to my heart. It shouldn’t, though. I’m used to people telling me how I’m a freak. Reminding me that I’m a slut. It’s never really bothered me. I am who I am, and if people don’t like it, well, they can fuck off. Yet here I am, letting Marcus’ snide remark slice my chest open.

“That’s right, Grady. Everyone is welcome. The more, the fucking merrier.” I smile, flashing my teeth, preening like I have no cares in the world. I didn’t realise I was such a good fucking actress.

The guy’s snicker, but Marcus just glares at me, not finding my comment the least bit funny.

Touché, motherfucker!

Lexi moves away from Ayden and links arms with me, dragging me away to sit on the grass to soak up the spring sun. She’s in her element with her golden blonde waves and blue eyes, looking like she is the very sun that beams down on us. She’s all light and beauty, so natural and unblemished.

Me, I belong in the shadows with my dark as night hair and eyes brushed with black liner, thick and bold, with lips to match. My skin isn’t bad. I have a slight tan, but I rarely show it the sun, instead opting to cover myself up in dark fabrics that hold edgy personality in themselves. The only time my skin comes out is at Vixen’s Lodge Feast nights. Or the nights I spent with Marcus, just the two of us getting lost in each other.

“Want me to knee him in the balls for you?” Lexi’s voice drags me out of my head, and my lips twitch at the seriousness on her face.

“You’d do that? For me?”

“Ahhh, probably not.” Lexi cringes. “Firstly, I don’t want to get that close to his dick. And secondly, even though he was being a bit of an arse, it’s gotta be hard for him. He clearly still has a thing for you, Rhys.”

My shoulders slump at her words, and it’s hard to swallow the lump of guilt sitting firmly in my throat. “I know. I don’t know how to help him move on.”

“You really want him to?” Lexi frowns, and I nod slowly.

“Well… yeah. That’s why I put distance between us.”

“I don’t know, Rhys. I see the way you look at him sometimes. I think you care more than you’re letting on.”

Sighing, I lean back on my hands, closing my eyes as I tip my head back, soaking in the sun. “Maybe what you’re seeing is my lust look. He’s a fine-looking specimen. It’s hard not to admire his physique.” I pop one eye open to peer at Lexi, and she grins, shaking her head at me before falling silent to enjoy the sun.

We don’t get much more time in the warm rays before the bell goes, and we groan our way with reluctance to our next classes. I debate ditching and going to the photo lab again, but I know I can’t avoid this class and the fact that I’m already two weeks behind has me feeling anxious.

Health class is basically a lazy person’s PE class. We learn about the body and health stuff but don’t have to use our bodies in the physical activity that the PE students do. Unless there’s an orgy Olympics I don’t know about, then I don’t need to kick a ball around or try to jump a further distance than the other students.

My gang of misfits are all in this class with me. Let’s face it. Tillie, Bell, Allister, and Dale will only run if someone is chasing them. Even then, I don’t think Bell would run. She’d turn her dark Wednesday Addams glare onto her aggressors, and they would probably drop dead on the spot from fright. Fuck, I love that chick. She’s wonderfully cold and brutally straight to the point.

We take our usual seats up the back of the room while Mr Foster stands tall at the front, marking the roll as each of us enter. His eyes linger on me a little too long, and Kitty starts purring again. Attention, attention, attention. Such a needy little Kitty.

Today we are learning about nutrition. While the class discusses sources of protein, I fight to hold back my thoughts. Surely someone will say it soon. Surely, I’m not the only one thinking it?

Of course, I probably am. No one else at FP Catholic is like me. In fact, I doubt there are many seventeen-year-olds like me anywhere.

My hand shoots up before I can stop it, and Mr Foster’s attention immediately turns to me.

“Miss George. Do you have a source of protein to add to the list?” Mr Foster’s deep blue gaze locks onto mine, almost begging me to behave. Like a lot of the teachers here, he knows me too well.

“Semen has protein in it.”

The class erupts in laughter. Boys hoot, and some of the girls giggle while others roll their eyes and shoot daggers at me. They are just jealous they didn’t think of it first!

Up the front of the room, Mr Foster shakes his head in disappointment, releasing a big sigh. I can’t hear it over the laughter, but I can see it, and I flash him a cheesy smile.

“Quieten down!” Mr Foster uses his outside voice to scare everyone into submission. Unfortunately, it brings out the brat in me. I stand, pushing my chair back, allowing it to scrape loudly over the linoleum floor, gaining everyone’s attention again. “Sit down, please, Rhys.” Mr Foster uses my first name this time, showing how annoyed he is at my comment.

Seriously though. Surely someone brings this fact up each year that he teaches this irrelevant bullshit.

“But Mr Foster.” I let sweetness roll off my tongue, not fooling anyone. “This is a class about nutrition, right? Surely this is important for the girls to learn about. And maybe some boys too.” I wag my brows. “I mean, a girl has to watch her figure these days. Did you know a guy’s load can have up to 25 calories in it? If a girl is on a strict diet, she should know about that so she can include it in her calorie counting.”

Again, the class erupts in laughter. Some of the girls who shot me daggers before are struggling to hide their smirks now. Uptight bitches.

“Is that so, Miss George?” Mr Foster crosses his thick arms over his broad chest, not looking at all impressed with me.

Oh well.

“It is, Mr F. And did you know that studies have shown that a good dose of sprog can give you up to three percent of your daily zinc requirement? That’s pretty good if you think about it. We need zinc to help our immune system.” I drag my eyes from Mr Foster’s reddening face and glance around the room to all the girls, “Who needs multivitamins when you can have some salty jiz?”

“Rhys! That’s enough!” The boom of Mr Foster’s voice kills the laughter around the room, and everyone turns to the front again.

Whoops! Looks like my teaching stint is over.

I glance at Mr Foster, biting the inside of my cheek, fighting to hold back my grin. Fuck, it’s hard to do while looking at those blazing blue eyes and the furious expression contorting his face. “Rhys, you will stay behind after class, please.” And with that, Mr Foster sucks in a deep breath and returns to the lessons, teaching boring nutrition.

Sitting back down, I sneak a peek at my friends. Tillie has her lips sucked into her mouth as she tries not to laugh, while Bell wears a shit-eating grin, which isn’t something she brings out very often. Meanwhile, Dale is on his phone googling nutritional information about sperm while Allister looks over his shoulder.

My work here is done.

I zone out for the rest of class. Not that I do it on purpose, but because I’m thinking about jiz and remembering how Shaun fed me his last night at the Feast. Kitty flutters between my legs, and I rub my thighs together, desperate for the friction. This is fucked. It’s not even lunchtime, and I’m drooling for a bit of D. In my mouth, then deep inside Kitty. It takes everything I have not to slip my hand between my legs and mash my bundle of nerves.

The vibration of my phone gains my attention, and I slip it out from my blazer, holding it low on my lap to see a Snap notification, so I open it.

Shaun Bossier

You ok?

Hmmm. My Casanova is concerned. Isn’t he adorable?

Rhys George

Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?

Shaun Bossier

Because Marcus was a dick to you.

Rhys George

I like dick!

Shaun Bossier

Are you ever serious?

Rhys George

Serious is boring.

Shaun Bossier

Serious is real!

Rhys George

You want me to be real?

Shaun Bossier

It wouldn’t hurt every now and then.

Rhys George

I feel like it would. Hurt, I mean.

Shaun Bossier

Not if you’re serious with the right person.

Rhys George

Are you the right person, Casanova?

Shaun Bossier

In this situation, I think I am.

Rhys George

And what situation is that?

Shaun Bossier

The one where my friend is being an

arsehole to my Kitten.

Oh damn. He went there! And now my Kitty is ready to prowl. She heard his silent call.

Rhys George

Kitten isn’t here right now.

Shaun Bossier

Damn it, Rhys! Are you ok?

Rhys George

I’ll be fine, Casanova.

No need to worry about me. I’m a big girl.

A few harsh words won’t kill me.

Shaun Bossier

They were unnecessary words.

Want me to rough him up for you?

Rhys George

Get in line!

Lexi wants to knee his gonads!

Wait! No!

She decided she didn’t want to go near his dick.

Shaun Bossier

Well, he deserves it.

Rhys George

Why?

Shaun Bossier

Why does he deserve it?

Rhys George

Yes.

Shaun Bossier

I thought we’d been over this already.

Rhys George

Well, yes. But why do you care, Bossi?

Shaun Bossier

Because you’re my friend Rhys.

Rhys George

Marcus is your friend, too.

He was your friend first.

Shouldn’t you be sticking up for him

or something?

Shaun Bossier

I’ve already checked in with him.

But just because he’s got his dick out of joint

because you don’t want to be with him doesn’t

give him the right to act like a fuckhead.

“Miss George. Put your phone away, please.” Mr Foster’s voice comes quiet, close to my ear. I jump a little, startled that I didn’t hear him approach or even the fact that the class is now chattering away as they work.

Glancing up through my dark lashes, I flutter them and smile innocently.

“Sure thing, Mr Foster.”

Slipping my phone back into my blazer, I’m thankful that it was Mr Foster who caught me on my phone and not one of my other teachers who would have confiscated it on the spot.

As Mr Foster gives me his back, walking off, I turn to Tillie, who is grinning ear to ear, and let her catch me up on what I meant to be doing in class. It’s all boring stuff that I couldn’t give two shits about, and by the time the bell goes for lunch, I’m sure that a double period of health class is a form of torture.

Knowing that I have to stay behind after my 101 lesson on sperm and nutrition, my friends scoop up their books and laptops and file out behind the other students, leaving me to face Mr Foster’s wrath.

“Really, Rhys? A lesson in semen?”

I snicker at Mr Foster’s amused voice and glance up from my desk.

“Come on. You have to admit that was a good one. It’s all true, by the way.” I smile, and he shakes his head, staring down at me from his skyscraper height.

“I guess if it’s on the internet, then it must be true.” He teases, and I poke my tongue out. Leaning back, he props his fine arse on the table in front of mine. “Are you ok?” His voice is quiet but sure.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that today?” I huff and pout like a little brat.

“I don’t know why everyone else is asking you,” he glances around as if checking to make sure we are still alone, “but after last night, I need to ask.”

Uncomfortable with the serious talk, I start to squirm in my seat.

“I’m fine.” I keep my voice quiet, too, wishing the door was closed so we can’t be overheard.

“I don’t believe you.” He shakes his head, his short blonde hair not moving a millimetre.

“I can’t control what you believe.” I shrug, and he frowns.

“How about you help ease my mind?”

My dark brows shoot up. “You want me to tell you that…” I drop the volume in my voice to a loud whisper, “everything that went down last night is ok?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!”

Gasping, my eyes dart to the door to see Shaun standing there glaring at us, most certainly having heard my conversation with Mr Foster.

“It’s you?” Shaun hisses, and Mr Foster stands from the table, hissing back, his face turning red in fury.

“Shut the door!”

I flinch at his menacing tone, but Shaun doesn’t miss a beat as he turns back and closes the door behind him, shutting us in the space together.

“You’re Skipper? Her Sponsor?” Shaun spits with venom, and the anger behind his eyes takes me aback. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him wear this look before. I should be scared. Concerned. But I’m not. Because right now, heat floods between my legs as last night rushes back to the forefront of my mind.

Now I know I’m truly fucked up. I should be worried about other students or teachers overhearing. I should be concerned about the situation I was forced into last night. But all I can do is remember how good it felt to have Tyler inside me, bringing me undone, while Shaun held onto me and fed me his seed.