Page 14 of Unspoken Truths

Watching her lock the door is mildly amusing, until she yanks up her skirt. Two very large knives are strapped to her thighs, and she unfastens the ties to one before dropping to her knees in front of me and pushing up my skirt.

“Liliana?” I ask, breath hitching as she damn near flashes my panties as she works.

“Hush, I’m working. If I wanted to eat your pussy, I would be,” she mutters, fixing the straps so they sit comfortably on my right thigh. “There. I’m superstitious, Rachelle. You can’t fucking borrow trouble like that without doing something to cancel it out.”

“So you’re giving me one of your knives to wear?” I ask, my breath hitching as she runs her nose up my thigh as if testing how soft the skin is. I went with thigh high stockings today that aren't tights, and I think if this is what is going to continue to happen, I’ll continue to wear them.

“Mmhmm,” Liliana says. “Even though you were a brat about it. Damn, you smell really good…”

A whimper releases from my lips as she pushes my skirt up higher and kisses my thigh. I’m almost certain she’ll be able to see the wet spot in my panties.

“Mmmm. Interesting,” she whispers, making my face flush before I cry out.

God, she fucking flicked my clit! It’s throbbing as she grins at me, lithely standing as I groan, leaning forward.

“That was really mean,” I complain.

“Only good girls get rewarded,” she says with a shrug. “Now, you’ll be thinking about me all class long.”

Unlocking the door, she giggles as I pull myself together and stick my tongue out at her. Little does she know, I really am a brat, it’s part of where my inner fight comes from.

Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I walk out of the restroom and head to class, making sure to use the path Liliana told me to. I’m half waiting for something to happen and show me that she’s lying to me, but nothing does.

The hallway is empty, and I slip into class unmolested.

I could get used to this.

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JARED

Where is she?

The little mouse is being talked about in the hallways and the classrooms, but I haven’t seen her today. I should have a class with her after lunch, but it’s making me twitchy that I don’t have eyes on her now.

“Nacio,” I growl, leaning toward him as he shoves his math book into his locker.

“She’s here, man, I just haven’t seen her yet,” he reassures me. “I lit out of the house as soon as I could, and Liliana picked her up.”

“Fuck, why did it have to be her?” I groan.

“Dad wanted someone we couldn’t fuck with,” Nacio mutters. “She’ll stab you with zero hesitation, and the administration will cover it up.”

Not only does her father work with Nacio’s, her uncle is on the board of directors for Carlysle Prep. She’s completely untouchable, unless we can get her onto our side.

“What’s some really fucked up dirt you can get on the little mouse?” I ask him. “If I can’t even get eyes on her, then we’re going to have to dig.”

“Yeah,” Ignacio says, his teeth gritting together as he nods. “It’s cute to be invisible, but even the mice will come to investigate when there’s noise.”

“That’s the spirit,” I rumble. “She thinks she’s so smart, but we’re better at this than she is.”

“We’re better at everything. I’m not worried. Are you hungry?” Nacio asks. “I’m starving, thank fuck it’s lunchtime.”

My stomach rumbles and I nod, rubbing it.

“Yeah, I’m starving. I have swim practice today, and I can’t afford to skip a meal,” I say.

Excellence comes at a cost, and no one knows about the indoor pool I throw myself into night after night to make sure I am the best. It’s the only way I’m able to sleep, knowing I’m completely exhausted. While my parents put in a pool last year in the backyard, it’s a secondary one to the Olympic size pool in the house next to the gym.

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