Page 2 of All of My Life

So, to say that I lived a charmed life would be an understatement. I wanted for nothing, my parents hardly paid any attention to me, and I ran Carver High. Because my ancestors had been snobby elitists, the city of Carver had two public high schools and Carver High. Meriam High and Larson High were regular high schools with regular kids that lived regular lives. Carver High was a private high school, and you had to go to Carver Elementary your whole life in order to attend. Like most towns, Carver was divided by monetary class, and Carver Elementary and Carver High were located on the rich side of town.

Granted, by most people’s standards, it could be argued that Carver had no poverty because our economic structure had been designed that way eons ago. Everyone in the town made a decent wage, and it really had a kind of brain-washed cult feel to it.

As for friends, I had none. I had people that I hung out with, but no real friends. My last name had always made me paranoid, so I had mastered keeping people at arm’s length. I liked to party, spend money, fuck, and get drunk, but pour my heart out to someone?

Yeah, that wasn’t me.

Pulling into the school’s parking lot, I wasn’t surprised to see West and David hanging out by their cars, a few girls milling around, trying to get their attention. If I had friends, they’d be West Oliver and David Terrell. I hung out with them the most, but I wasn’t overly interested in either of them. Both being on the basketball team, they were close friends and were with each other a lot. In theory, I should have been the third wheel, but I wasn’t. They wanted to be my friends, not the other way around.

When I pulled into my assigned parking spot, I turned off the ignition, grabbed my backpack, then got out of the car. I nodded to both of them as I approached, my blue eyes scanning around to see if I could spot anyone else around.

“My man,” West greeted.

“Carver,” David added.

When you looked at the two, they were complete opposites. West was six-foot with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an athletic build. He looked like the boy-next-door, making the mistake of trusting him with your daughters. If this school had a manwhore, it was West, and he made no bones about it. In fact, he was a bit of an asshole, but since I wasn’t fucking him, I didn’t really care.

David was six-two with brown hair, green eyes, and had a bit more muscle than West. His brown hair was always braided in perfect cornrows, and with his dark complexion, females threw themselves at his green eyes a lot. Though David also partook in what was offered to him, he didn’t treat girls quite as horribly as West did. At least, David made them cum first before tossing them out of his bed.

“Hey,” I greeted, ignoring all the scattered ass that followed them around.

“Going to the game tonight?” West asked. “There’s going to be a party afterwards.”

I had no desire to go to either. While I enjoyed sports like most males, I wasn’t in the mood to entertain the masses. It also wasn’t in my best interest to get drunk. Things were different now, and the mixture of alcohol and knowing that I’d never get arrested for anything was a dangerous cocktail of bad choices in my future.

“Nah,” I answered. “I got some shit that I need to see to.”

Before anyone could say anything, Sierra Frechere joined the group, saddling up next to me like she owned me. “Hey, guys.”

“Going to the game tonight, Sierra?” Morgan Lipman asked.

Sierra looked over at me. “Are we going?”

I had to grit my teeth.

“I’m not,” I informed her. “You can do whatever you want.”

She pursed her lips before looking back over at Morgan. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

I almost rolled my eyes at her trying to make me jealous. You’d think that Sierra would have gotten the hint by now, but the girl wasn’t one to give up easily. No matter how many times I brushed her off or outright rejected her, she still worked hard to make people believe that we were an item. Even in the face of fucking other girls, Sierra had not let that deter her. Her explanation was that she was allowing me to sow my wild oats, never mind that I couldn’t remember the last time that I fucked this girl.

“Great,” Morgan grinned.

Just then, a figure caught my eye, and everything else faded into the background as I watched her make her way towards the front doors of the school. As always, she had her backpack slung over one shoulder, and it hid her purse that always hung off the same side. She was wearing the standard Carver High uniform, and she was wearing her hair in a ponytail this morning.

Also, as always, she was ignoring everyone and everything around her. Her only goal was to get to first period, nothing else as important to her as getting to class. For as long as I could remember, nothing mattered to her like school did. If she did anything apart from school and studying, I’d be surprised.

“Are you even listening to me, Chasin?”

“No,” I answered, walking away from Sierra’s chattering nonsense.

Wasting no time, I made my way to the front of the school, trying to decide what to do next. I knew that I didn’t have a lot of time left, so I needed to figure something out, and I needed to do it soon. It was time that I stopped letting this fucking girl drive me crazy.

Chapter 2

Jett~

I wasn’t weak; I was pragmatic.

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