Page 19 of Her Wicked Knights
"Try Rev." I shrug. "He'll stick his dick in anything."
But even as I say it, I know that he won't fuck with her. Whatever it is that I don't like about Audrey, Rev senses it, too. He's not a fan either.
"If you keep walking away from me, I'll tell everyone what I know... what I saw you do. How do you think Jake will act when he finds out you violated his girlfriend?" I couldn't give a fuck about how Jake feels. Our friendship is well and truly dead. But what she says next is enough to anchor me to the spot. "Think of how Marley will feel to know that you took advantage of her when she was medicated? And she doesn't know that you didn't give her something extra to make her stay crashed through it so you could do whatever you wanted to her."
"You fucking bitch." I laugh. "You think she'll believe Idruggedher?"
"Iguaranteeshe will when I tell her I saw you do it... that I came over that night because I was bored and couldn't sleep, but I found you there slipping something into her water when she was in the shower? Or when I walked into her room and saw you on top of her, slipping a tiny pill onto her tongue." She grins. "Why would I lie about something so sick? And why would she believe you're innocent when you admitted earlier this year to stalking someone? Remember how horrified she was by the idea that you were violating someone like that?" She chuckles. "Now imagine again, how she'll feel when she believes you raped her before she could ever give it away to the boy she loves?"
I’ve never wanted to punch a bitch so much as I want to knock her ass out.
"She'd know if I'd fucked her... even if she was asleep."
"Well, she did mention something the next morning about being sosore."
"You're fucking depraved." I tell her.
"I know. Do something about it?"
That's clearly a request. And if she wants me to do something about it, I guess I will. I stride the two steps that separate us and grab her by the back of her head, wrapping her ponytail in my fist and using the leverage to bring her face closer to mine.
"Open your mouth." I demand, waiting to see if she's going to fight me or spew more vitriol.
Instead, she sinks to her knees, right there on the sidelines where she was cheering for our school twenty minutes earlier. Her lips are parted wide, her eyes glittering like she's calling me on my bluff. I grip her chin, pulling her jaw further apart so that I open her wider for my purposes. She fuckingmoans, so ready to accept what I'm willing to give her. I bend down, renewing my grip on her head and yanking it back so that it opens her throat.
The glob of my hot spit drips onto her tongue and slides quickly down her throat before she can spit it back out. She gagswhen she realizes what I just did and makes to smack me, but she can't get far with my grip on her hair and the distance I put between her body and mine.
"Now close it." I tell her, snapping her jaw shut with a little more force than necessary. Her teeth clack together, and a frustrated growl leaves her throat.
I'm already turning, leaving her on her knees as I walk away.
"Now keep it that way."
11
Tripp
Fuckinghomecoming.
I cringe at my reflection in the mirror. I don't know why we're even doing this other than that it's what's expected of us. I'd just as soon stay home tonight. I've got a sketch I started last night while everyone was at the game that needs finished and the last thing I want to spend my night doing is watching Marley and Jake.
Things have been tense between us since Rev and I told her that we saw her best friend and boyfriend together, clearly involved. Neither of us has tried to bring it up again, and she has done a good job of avoiding us so that we can't bring it up even if we want to. But not tonight. Tonight, my mom invited all the neighbors over for the occasion. It's like she thinks it's a black tie wedding instead of a junior year homecoming. She did too much, like she always does.
I'm reminded of that when I go downstairs to find her in her long black dress, the bottom of it grazing against the marble floor. "Tripp!" She opens her arms for me, and I can't help butgrin as I let her frame my face to get a look at me. "My handsome son. Who knew you cleaned up so well?"
"You did." I roll my eyes. "Don't act like you don't make me dress up for every holiday. Easter was just like four months ago."
"Five." She corrects me with a smile. "And that's different. This?" She shakes her head a bit. "You even did something with your hair!"
"Red or purple?" As if summoned by my mother's praise, my father steps into the foyer, holding a tie in each hand.
When his eyes drift to me, he grins. "Look at you, James Bond." He nods appreciatively. "Who's the lucky girl?"
"No girl." I shake my head, shutting that down before it can potentially turn into something more. "And I think the red."
"Boy, then?" Mom asks quickly… almost hopefully. She thinks she's so sly.
Truthfully, I don't think she cares if I'm into girls or boys or circus clowns, as long as I show an interest in something other than being alone. She worries, and I'd be mad about it if she didn't also fret over my brother the same way. Her worst fear seems to be that we'll both end up alone. I guess it's a valid fear for a socialite.
