Page 64 of Unspoken Truths

“Yes,” I say, uncaring if that makes it into the newspaper article.

Pumping shampoo into my hand, I begin to scrub my hair and scalp. It always feels as if I’m made of chlorine because of how often I’m in the water. Everything feels dry, or it would if I didn’t take care of my body.

“Feel like sucking my cock yet, Little Mouse?” I ask her, but more in a teasing manner. I don’t expect her to do it, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure that she won’t.

“Nope,” she says, smirking, but her eyes still trail over my skin. I can almost feel the heat in her gaze, yet as I suspected, she doesn’t move from the bench. “I have a question and an observation that’s going to piss you off.”

“Great, thanks for the heads up,” I mutter, leaning my head back to rinse my hair. My dark hair is floppy, and tends to fall into my eyes if I don’t style it with some product.

I could cut it as my parents always suggest, but the same way my tattoos are part of my identity, so is my hair. Waiting for her to ask the stupid question, I run conditioner through the ends of my hair as well. My cock is still rock hard, bobbing against my stomach due to the slight curve it has.

“Alright, shoot,” I grunt. “What’s going to piss me off?”

“That right there,” she says, leaning forward.

I don’t think the school thinks about how the casual student uniform for the girls makes Rachelle look like a naughty school girl. I kind of wish she’d wear her hair in braids, but she hasn’t since I weaponized her hair against her.

“Your fucking attitude!” she yells, throwing up her hands. “No one really paid attention to me in the stands, which means they spoke pretty freely. The man next to me was saying that you’d make a great leader if you left the ego behind.”

“You think Bryce doesn’t have an ego?” I ask, laughing. Using a different, more hydrating soap, I begin to wash my body. “He’s fucking a nurse instead of his girlfriend, Little Mouse. He gets off on the idea of being the golden boy, so he can pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. At least I’m honest about the kind of fucker I am.”

Aggressively washing my dick, I tug on it as I do, grunting as I find that it feels really good. Moving slower, I sigh as I watch Rachelle’s eyes get wide.

“How is it getting even bigger?” she asks.

Her words make me smirk, until I remember something that Elijah told me she yelled at him last week.

You can’t be a slut if the only sex you’ve had is forced.Ugh, I hate that she’s fucking right. She’s probably never even seen a cock, may as well have the first be mine, especially if she’s looking at it like that.

“It likes to be stroked,” I mutter. “Fuck, I didn’t expect to be so close to coming, but apparently fighting with you makes me hot and bothered.”

“I didn’t need to know that,” Rachelle says with a smirk. “You could have everything you wanted if you tried, is all I’m saying. If Bryce is a fake, then show up in a way that’s authentic if you think you can do better. Talent is one thing, getting people to follow you because you’re more than a big swinging dick, is another.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you like my dick,” I tease her as she grabs her bag, standing.

“For my first look at one, it’s not half bad,” she says, walking out.

Turning, I grab the wall as I pump my dick furiously, because I meant it when I said I was too close to stop. The adrenaline, performing well, and the memory of her lips as she teased me with her words even though there was so much truth in them makes my eyes roll, shouting as I come.

The ropes of cum hit the tiles instead of being swallowed down her throat, and washes down the drain. A missed opportunity for sure, but my heaving breaths make my mind whisper that I wouldn’t have come so hard if she was just some trailer trash who doesn’t deserve to be here.

That makes Rachelle dangerous, because caring about her isn’t an option when the Kings have a group bet they won’t back down from.

Little Mouse, you’re so far out of your league. I hope you realize that soon.

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LILIANA

“You’re right,” I tell Rachelle, after listening to how fired up she is about the swim meet and the fact that Dale just expects her to do all the work.

There’s a few writers for the paper who do this shit, and I'm just as sick of it.

“I’ll call a meeting on Monday, and lay down a new rule,” I tell her as we walk out to the car.

The lacrosse game post interviews took a while to do, and I found her waiting for me outside of the rec center. Her cheeks are high with color, making me wonder if Jared pissed her off or turned her on. Either is possible with those two.

Am I jealous? Not in the least. This is what we want, for the guys to be turned inside out over Rachelle. If they like her and can face what that means, maybe they’ll realize how dumb their vendetta is. As far as I know, no one has died from their bullying, but I still don’t think Rachelle should be subjected to it for the rest of her time at Carlysle Prep.

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