Page 8 of Unspoken Truths

“Are we going to do the dreaded ‘your dad is going to call mine’?” he teases, rolling his eyes.

That’s not something that happens in our world, and even if my father wanted to, Martha and Carl Denton are impossible to get a hold of. That’s why the butler is Jared’s emergency contact. It’s sad but necessary.

“Nah,” I say with a smirk. “My father is very much an eye for an eye type of man. I’d be careful touching her for a while, the bitch might bite.”

“He’s not going to send her to school with a weapon,” Elijah scoffs, leaning back in his chair, thighs open wide. His low slung joggers are enough to make any man or woman’s mouth water, his zip up sweater left open without a shirt underneath.

He doesn’t need it, I know that his skin runs warm even without touching him, though my fingers twitch with a need to feel it. Elijah’s blonde hair is messy as he pushes it back with a hand, his tattoos barely peeking out from under his sweater. We all push the envelope of what’s acceptable at school. I have an eyebrow piercing I take out when I go to school and put back in when I arrive home.

Dad doesn’t say a word, he typically has no issue with who I am or who I fuck.

Licking my lips, I smirk at Elijah before taking a sip of the drink Jared poured for me.

“Dad doesn’t have daughters, but he sends me to school with a knife, Elijah,” I remind him. “Freshman year was fucking brutal, but he doesn’t remember because I wasn’t a pussy who ran crying home. Any black eyes I had, I told him one of you assholes gave to me.”

“That’s so much better,” Theo grunts, rolling his eyes. Fixing his glasses over his pale blue gaze, he frowns down at his science textbook. He takes school very seriously, we all do, because that’s what is expected.

However, everyone else thinks we just float through classes since we act as if we’re above it all. Every semester though, we all have top marks in our courses. We’ve all spent many a night studying late, he’s the only one with an exam tomorrow, though.

Theo is hard on himself, I bet most of the information already lives in his head. He’s a perfectionist, refusing anything less.

I get it, though. He’s also on the soccer team, which means less time to get shit done for school. His parents insist that he excel in sports as well, while Dad doesn’t give a shit about them. I’m involved in a few school activities, though, for show on my college applications.

I really enjoy a good argument, so Debate Club is a match made in heaven for me.

“I don’t make the rules of Fight Club,” I tease Theo, using one of my favorite movies to make my point.

“Stop distracting him,” Jared mutters. “So what’s the deal with this new girl, anyway? She should be at Cherryfield High, being subjected to the unwashed masses. She’s not worthy of our school.”

“Yeah, well, Dad has decided to take her under his wing for some reason,” I sigh. “He told me I didn’t need to worry about taking her to school anymore, and when I smirked in triumph, he cursed me out in Spanish. I’m basically an ungrateful twunt according to him. Then he told me to get lost for a few hours.”

“So who's taking her to school?” Elijah asks. “Your dad is much too busy to ferry around a teenager to school and back.”

“He most definitely is,” I mutter. “I guess we’ll have to find out who will be getting that honor.”

Theo grunts as he checks a page in his textbook against his notebook and smirks in triumph. I have a feeling at this point, he’s simply fact checking what he already knows.

“No use going on about it if we’ll find out tomorrow,” Theo says. “She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she? I saw her ass for a second underneath the ugly school skirt.”

“I’m forced to live with the whore,” I complain. “She pretends to be so innocent, yet I bet her pouty, pink lips would look perfect around my cock.”

“Or mine,” my best friends say almost unison before ducking their heads as they chuckle under their breaths.

“I jerked off in the shower to the idea of her on her knees in the middle of the field, sucking the four of us off,” Jared reveals, shrugging as if it’s nothing.

“Did you at least come?” Elijah asks, smirking.

“So hard I almost passed out,” Jared says with a sigh. “I just want to fuck her out of my system and be done with it, but the other part of me…”

Knowing how sick Jared’s fantasies can be, I take another deep sip of my whiskey. Rachelle means nothing to me, less than nothing, so I shouldn’t care what happens to her. I’ll gladly throw her to my friends, let them ruin the girl who is flying too close to the sun.

“Go on,” I drawl, interested to know what’s got him so twisted around. My stepsister has this air of sweetness, but I watched her fight Jared, screaming at him in the mud.

There’s a spirit there that hasn’t been extinguished, and I want to know what it’ll take to break the little whore. Get her to beg her mother to take her back to the trailer park.

She already cried on the first day of school, this should be child’s play. Rachelle isn’t built for this life, or meant to breathe the same air as us.

“We should see how far we’ll have to go to break her,” Jared states, his thumb rolling over his bottom lip. The bastard knows he can typically have any girl on her knees.

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