Page 5 of All of My Life

Our early years had passed easily enough, but when puberty had begun to rear its ugly head, I had begun to hate Jett more and more. Every day, her beauty had grown into what it was today, and the injustice of it all had turned me rabid on a good day. In fact, I had lost my virginity to an older call girl because I had wanted to exorcise my demons without any drama afterwards. Not many virginity stories consisted of fucking a call girl with no finesse, calling out another girl’s name each time that they had unloaded inside the condom.

Over the years, I’d done my fair share of fucking random chicks, but none of them had ever been good enough to cure me of what I felt for Jett Morgan. They’d hadn’t even been decent distractions, to tell you the truth. They’d been casual fucks to ease the tension and nothing more. Even Sierra was a dull comparison by half, and that girl took cock up her ass like a paid pro.

The rattling of the lockers snapped me out of my thoughts. When I looked over, West was grinning at me, and he looked like he’d just gotten his dick sucked.

“What’s up?”

“I heard you got something going on with the ice queen,” he replied, making my jaw tick. People talked a lot of shit about Jett, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore it, even if she did deserve it.

“I was just breaking up the boredom,” I replied, shutting my locker.

He arched a brow. “So, you did kiss her neck this morning?”

I scowled. “So what if I did?”

“I’m just wondering how she tastes?” he answered lasciviously. “I bet she tastes fresh.”

“I thought you liked your females dirty,” I snorted, reining in my irritation.

“Oh, I do,” he chuckled as he started following me down the hallway. “In fact, I like them filthy if they’re willing.”

“Then what are you worried about Jett for?” I asked, trying to sound dismissive of the entire conversation. I knew West well enough to know that he’d go in for the kill if he thought that I was interested in her. Jealousy was a real thing and easily identified if you were paying attention.

“I’m not,” he denied. “I was just wondering if she’ll bleed on a cock or not.”

I had to grit my teeth. West needed to stick with fucking Sierra ‘behind my back’ and quit wondering about Jett’s virginity. Hell, he needed to quit wondering about her at all. I knew how he got down in the bedroom, and I’d kill him before letting him anywhere near Jett Morgan.

“Stick with sluts,” I advised him. “They’re a lot less clingy.”

West let out a laugh. “You’re not wrong there.”

Once we got to the end of the hallway, I let West go about his business while I headed towards second period. I wasn’t sure if I had convinced him that Jett was irrelevant, but if that little kiss was already all over school, then I was going to have to make my move sooner than planned. Originally, I was going to ease her into this, but not anymore.

Walking into second period, I saw the object of my obsession already sitting in her seat, always in the front of the class. Most people would think that she sat there to be noticed by the teacher, but she didn’t. Jett never raised her hand in class, though her grades were among the top five on campus. Yeah, no. Jett sat in the front of the class, so that no one would try to talk to her. Everyone knew that most of the bullshit happened at the back of the classroom, in the seats that the teachers didn’t care about.

Eyeing Troy Summerset, he quickly got out of his seat to find another desk to sit at, and I couldn’t help but smirk when I noticed Jett stiffen as I took the seat directly behind her.

Chapter 4

Jett~

I had no idea what Chasin was doing, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. Other than his looks, there was nothing good about Chasin Carver. With the world at his fingertips, he didn’t have to be good. I couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t been a complete asshole, but no one cared about that. All anyone cared about was his last name, and his last name made him a god in this city.

Chasin Carver’s family had established Carver, Connecticut, and they still had a stronghold on the city to this day. Though we had a mayor and city council, Randall Carver ran this city, and everyone knew it. He was the man behind the curtain, and every major decision about this city was approved by him, something that everyone accepted. Randall Carver’s power was the same thing that made his only child untouchable, and that was also something else that everyone was very aware of.

Years ago, I had set the stage for what was our relationship now, but I’d had no choice. Even at the tender age of five, I’d known the importance of his last name. Granted, I hadn’t made friends with anyone during kindergarten, but I’d done my best to stay away from Chasin, his last name ruining any chance of a friendship that we could have had, had I’d been brave enough.

It didn’t help that Chasin was as stunning as I was sure that Lucifer had been before his fall. He was over six-foot with dark brown hair that fell haphazardly around his face and had dark blue eyes that glowed when he was up to no good. If I had to liken him to anyone, I’d say that he reminded me of a rougher Francisco Lachowski, though equally just as hot.

As for the rest of him, though he didn’t play sports, there was no way that he could have the body that he had without lifting weights. Over the years, I’d seen him in PE class plenty of times, and Chasin was as ripped as any of the athletes at this school. The boy had it all, and the worst part was that he knew it. Guys did their best to be his friends, and girls did the unthinkable just to get an invitation onto his lap. It was crazy how no one minded sharing him, either. Yeah, Sierra Frechere had dibs on him, but that didn’t stop other girls from trying to get a taste of a guy that couldn’t care less about any of them.

I ought to know.

About a year and a half ago, I’d found myself on the side of the road near the old Millcreek Bridge. The bridge was located on the outskirts of town, so the eyesore hadn’t been anything of priority. The city council considered it Copestone property, so no money had ever gone into fixing the bridge or its railing, which I’d always found odd since it was practically in Carver Hills’ backyard.

At any rate, since I didn’t have a car and walked everywhere, I’d found myself at the bridge, the blue water freezing during a random November night. While I hadn’t gone in, the wind bouncing off the water’s surface had been enough to warn me of its freezing temperatures. Still, I’d found the area peaceful, and the cold had warded off all of my other nightmares. I could remember sitting on the rock near the busted railing like it was yesterday, and if I’d known then what I knew now, I never would have left my house for any reason.

My head turned as headlights cut into the night. Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach as the car came to a stop. The last thing that I needed was for the police to take me back home, citing me for trespassing or breaking curfew. I wasn’t the type to get in trouble, and with my father on the city council, I couldn’t see that going over very well.

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