Page 20 of Unspoken Truths

“How did she get away with that?” I ask. “Is she already fucking teachers with that tight cunt of hers? You’re in Richardson’s class with her right?”

I know everyone’s schedule. The four of us have memorized them in case we need each other. When Rachelle enrolled, Nacio let us know, and I pulled her schedule too.

Not much gets past any of us if we’re looking for it, which is why I feel as if there’s more to dig up. This girl isn’t our people, she’s ruffling feathers, and showing disrespect for us.

She needs to learn to kneel for us, preferably with my cock down her throat. I’m still hard from sucking off Jared in the cafe, and my dick fucking twitches in my pants, making me grunt.

“Professor Richardson’s head was turned,” Jared says. “I don’t know, it felt weird, as if he was trying to see how Rachelle settled things.”

“Ballsy,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “You have ten minutes before practice, Jared. You don’t want to be late. That chlorine is gonna burn if the skin is irritated.”

“It’ll keep me sharp,” he says, clearing his throat. He only does this when he’s annoyed, a tick only those closest to him know, and even then he tries not to do it. “We need to remove Liliana as her ally.”

Thinking, I move through different possibilities, but reject each one. I need to figure out how to make this happen.

“They seemed really chummy,” I say instead. “Liliana is very sweet on her. It’s nauseating.”

“Then we use that somehow,” he sighs. “I gotta roll. Keep me updated.”

“Later,” I say, pushing away from the wall to walk to my car.

Ignacio has a club meeting for Debate for their next competitive match, and Elijah has rugby practice. The different private schools have a healthy competitive spirit that’s fostered through matches or events throughout the year. Sometimes we host the different schools, and others we travel out to them.

These all foster well rounded college applications, and an air of confidence that we can all work at something as a team.

I chose to join as many language clubs as possible with the goal to absorb them all. I have a penchant for languages, any kind. Computer code, Spanish, Chinese, French, all of them speak to me.

I’ll be able to go to school wherever I choose, and also get any job I want. My parents insist that I play soccer like my father did when he attended Caryslye Prep. Dad is pushing for me to become a lawyer, but I’m bucking the system. My sisters have more freedom in so many ways, and it’s hard not to be jealous even though I’m my father’s heir.

While I find law fascinating, as it’s a kind of special language with different interpretations, I don’t want to practice it. I am, however, in a logic course this semester that’s enjoyable.

Thankfully, today isn’t a day that I have a club meeting or practice, and I walk outside to my car. Everyone is chatting, having clubs outside as the sun finally is peaking out from the cloud cover, or driving out of the large parking lot.

This school feels comfortable since I’ve been here for so many years, but there’s danger everywhere. All it takes is for one snot nosed kid to decide to rush me, stab me as they brush past me, and it would be an all out war.

It’s why the Kings keep a stranglehold on the high school. We were given our positions by the seniors when they graduated. The past kings kidnapped us from our beds, with the full permission of our parents the summer before we began school. They knew we had been chosen before we had, one of the many rites of passage where they lie to our faces.

Not even our own homes are a safe place. That’s what our parents teach us with their lies of omission. The kids growing up in this school, being educated within these walls, they’re made of teflon. Even if they do move out of the way when the Kings walk through the halls.

That’s simply self preservation. I support that.

Unlocking my silver Bugatti Chiron, I hit the button on my key fob to open my door. The upwards swing of it makes my lips twitch. It’s a fancy fucking car, but when my parents offered me a seventeenth birthday present, they didn’t blink when I told them this is what I wanted.

It drives like a dream, and sometimes I crave the escape like I need my next breath.

Getting into the car, I start it and exhale the bullshit of the day as I close the doors. I’m free when I get into this vehicle, the real prison occurs when I get out. Using the gear shift, I leave the school behind, hitting a button to listen to music.

I downloaded some new music and artists as a gift to myself for acing my exam. The grades came back immediately since it was taken on the computer, and my heart nearly stopped until I saw the results.

I knew I was going to pass with flying colors, but I always study as if the world depends on my knowing the material. I need to be perfect, be better than the rest.

There’s no other option.

Pulling off my jacket, I toss it to the side as I listen to the music. At a stoplight, I roll my sleeves up, exposing my forearms. While I don’t have any tattoos, I think my pierced dick makes up for it. My parents are very strict about having pristine skin, however, no one cares what my dick looks like.

Just me and whoever I’m fucking.

I’m going straight home, and my windows are tinted well enough that no one will be able to see that I’m not wearing my uniform perfectly. As the light changes to green, I roll forward, only to curse under my breath as a car flies through the intersection and their red light.

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