Page 23 of Baby Duke

"You mean how I mentioned her pus-"

West slams his hand over my mouth. Hard. He is so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. I can see the golden spots in his eyes that almost glow with his fury. I am suddenly glad of his hand over my mouth because no way could I have hidden the shuddering breath that just escaped me otherwise. A warm tingle shoots through my body, arrowing straight for my core. My pussy clenches desperately.Stupid hormones!

"Shut. Up."

We stare at each other, unblinking. My heart rate spikes, and my pussy throbs again.Down girl!West's breathing seems to pick up as if he senses the battle within my body.His hips push into me, and I almost groan at the feel of his hard length against my belly. I squeeze my thighs together, helplessly seeking some form of friction. West feels the movement, and his plump lips lift in a smirk.

"You want to pretend you are not like all the other girls, Roe," he whispers, leaning close to my ear. "But you are just as much a desperate whore as they are."

He releases me and steps back abruptly. I take a lurching step to steady myself as my jelly legs take my weight back.

"Asshole," I scowl at his broad back.

The warmth of his body has barely cooled when a smaller body collides with mine.

"I cannot believe you actually said that to my freaking brother!" East says dramatically, seemingly over her moment of madness.

"Sorry, not sorry," I say, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. We head into the main building huddled close.

"Dike," a voice hisses behind us. I don't bother turning around, recognizing the voice as either Holly or Sherry. Instead, I raise my middle finger over my shoulder with my free hand and give it a wave.

"Want to grab a coffee before classes start?" East asks.

"Girl, you read my mind."

Today can suck a set of hairy nuts. If I have to hear just one more person calling me 'Weiner', fists will start flying. What a shocker that will be to the locals. A girl fighting? What horror!

But I am hopeful for sports to be the redeeming factor. To be honest, I am pumped. My body is practically begging for release of some kind, and seeing as I likely won't be reaching the big O anytime soon, pushing myself to the limits would have to do.

The girl's changing room is spacious and pink. Yep. Pink tiles on the floor and walls, pink shower curtains, hell, even the towels are pink! Gross.

I spy Sherry, Holly, and the Asian twins by their lockers, dressed in teeny tiny boy shorts, ass cheeks hanging out, and sports bras practically pushing their tits into their chins. All in pink, I should say. They scowl as they see me, and I throw them a brilliant smile and a twinkled finger wave. They scoff and turn away.

I am quick to change into my own sports attire, leopard-printed bike shorts and a black tank, before shoving my uniform and bag into a spare locker. They are the kind oflocker where you can set a new code with every use, but I can't be bothered with creativity so I choose 1234 and leave it at that.

I jog to catch up to the girls who have already left the changing rooms, shielding my eyes as I come out into the open. As the girls head towards a slim, middle-aged woman, I break away and head towards the smaller group of guys, with all three Dukes included. I give Trent a wave when I spy him amongst the larger group of boys. He mouths 'good luck' in return, holding his thumbs up. I smirk. I got this.

Brett is the first to spy me, and he pauses in his stretching to whack West on the back, gesturing towards me.

"Boys," I say with my hands on my hips, before looking West in the eye. "Baby Duke."

"The fuck are you doing?" West growls. "Girls train over there." He gestures to said girls who are lounging in the grass, gossiping while they "stretch.”

I scoff. "Yeah, this is definitely more my speed." I bend over and touch my toes, loving the burn through my legs.

A firm hand grabs my arm, and I'm hauled back up, coming face to face with West. He is so close our chests are practically touching with each heavy inhale we take.

"I said," he growls, breath warm on my face, "girls train over there. Learn your place."

"My place is wherever the fuck I wish it to be, and right now, that is here," I say, eyes glued to his.

Time freezes as we stare at each other, neither prepared to back down. Law mutters something under his breath, but I do not hear it; I am too focused on the war in front of me. A war that would sooner eviscerate the world than stand down.

A sudden, sharp, and searing whistle splits the air, and West and I jump apart.

"Well, team, I see you have met your latest classmate," a fit man in his prime years calls, eyes boring into me. I raise my chin. "But do not worry, she will learn her place soon enough. Twenty laps to warm up. Go!"

The boys snicker before taking off at a jog around the oval. West sends me a twisted smirk as he jogs backward a couple of steps before turning and leading the pack. I roll my eyes. So, the coach wants to play? Thinks he can get me to quit from a bit of hard work? I laugh out loud and take off at a steady pace, a good hundred meters behind the team. What he and the rest of these assholes don't know is that I was a gym junky during my juvie stints, and if my calculations were correct, 20 laps of the football oval wouldequal 8 kilometers. At Juvie, on the trusty old treadmill, I would run almost double that. Twice a day.

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