Page 46 of Swamp Princess

They say getting a diploma from Skystead Prep is almost as good as getting a bachelor's degree from some college, and I'm hoping that the rumors are true because I don't know if I can handle another four years in school.

Not that I haven't thought about going to college. I've kind of wanted to do something that would help me examine the human brain and why people do the things that they do.

“Well, I already have my dress and you have to go, so that means we have to go shopping because from the looks of your closet, nothing in here even looks remotely close to ball gown ready.” Haven smiles at me triumphantly like she knows there's no way that I'm getting out of this, and of course, she would be right since this ball is considered half my grade for the class. Participation is mandatory and will be graded.

“I'm not gonna spend anything expensive. I don't have the money for that.”

“You could always ask your boyfriend. He looks like he has money.”

“Absolutely not. I won't ask Hector to buy me a silly gown that I'm only gonna wear one time and probably never wear again. Unless, I'm forced into the same class next year, which in that case, I'll wear the same dress.” The way she told me to ask Hector just doesn't sit right with me. I don't know how people could be comfortable without asking others for money. I already have plans to go down to the thrift store in the swamps. A lot of people throw out their old prom dresses, or I could even go to a thrift store here if such a thing exists.

“I wasn't suggesting that you use him for a dress. I was just suggesting that you ask him and even if you paid him back, you would still have a beautiful ball gown, but I understand where it may have come off that way.”

“It's fine, I plan to go to the thrift store. Is there one here?” I hang up the last bit of my clothing as I wait for Haven to respond to me.

“You know, I actually don't know if we have one or not. I don't think I've actually ever been inside of one, myself. Would you be okay if I went with you? I can go ahead and Google the locations.”

“Yeah, actually, I wouldn't mind you coming along with me. Maybe we can go later in the week before Friday, because Hector will be here to pick me up.”

I watch as Haven’s eyes light with excitement at the thought of going shopping. “I'm so excited. You and I are gonna have so much fun. I don't really get to go with other females because they tend to stay away from me unless they're trying to get closer to my brother.”

I hear for just a moment, sadness in her voice. I don’t understand it because what does she have to be sad about? She is eating from a silver spoon every day. I shrug and finish up putting clothing away and turn to face her.

“Come on, I’m hungry.” I wait until she stands and together, we leave and go to the dining hall. The smells make my stomach growl.

“Hungry?”

“Yes.” I giggle and take her hand, surprising even myself. I pull Haven along the line, grabbing pancakes and eggs with all the toppings. Once I have my milk and food, I find an empty table. Smiling, I point to Haven and show her the empty spot I’m gunning for.

I sit down and dig into my blueberry and strawberry topped pancakes. Loving the sweetness as it mashes together in my mouth, making me moan.

“Damn, baby, do I miss hearing that moan under me.” My eyes fly open and see Blaise sitting down with his tray, and before I can say anything else, the chair next to him is pulled out and much to the disappointment on his face, Loyal sits down.

“Leave.” I tell them both before sliding more pancake into my mouth, trying my hardest to keep enjoying the food in my mouth.

“Brin, come on.” Blaise reaches across the table and for a brief second, I think about letting him touch me, but I move my hand as images of him kissing his girlfriend assaults my mind.

“Fine, I will leave.” I stand and look at Haven. “I will catch you around.” I smile at her, and she smirks at me. I know she can see how uncomfortable I am, and I know tears are at the corner of my eyes. Blaise being so close to me, and us not having the same connection, kills me.

Haven nods her head as her brother sits down, adding to my already frazzling nerves. I stomp away from the table, intent on getting to my first class. I don’t want to deal with them today. The hallway is busy with noise as people are still heading to the dining hall to eat before class.

I pull out my phone and send a message to Hector, telling him I hope he has a good day, and I am counting down the days until I see him again. I need a break, and nothing makes me smile more than thinking of his Abuela. I want to cook with her again.

Smiling, I watch as the bubbles rise and see the response from Hector, echoing my words. He is excited to see me and is counting down the days. I know I should be more concerned with what he is hiding from me, but I know I am also using him to fill the hole Blaise is leaving.

I put my phone away and start walking toward the classroom and as I turn the corner, someone shoves a hand over my mouth and pulls me into a dark classroom.

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Blaise

It hurts watching her leave, and right now, I am unable to not follow her, so I do just that. Excusing myself, I keep a few paces behind Brin to look for any opportunity to snatch her.

I need her…

I miss being inside her tight pussy, my lips fused with hers, capturing her moans...

I watch her pull her phone out and her body relaxes, telling me she is most likely messaging the fuck, Thiago. I hate that I am unable to tell her who he is. I can’t risk it when I have shit going on to try and help her.

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