The last few weeks had been a whirlwind, Aunt Rose left for New York, Graham left to get his name in lights and my mom was laid to rest. I didn’t feel the hatred that I’d had a couple of weeks ago. I’d found peace even though Stuart was still out there. The police came to the hotel and I thought that it was with good news, but it was the same old story. If we could think of anything to help them with their investigation. If they thought that a journalist and a teenager could do better than law enforcement, then I struggled to find their purpose in life. My life anyway. I took a deep breath as I packed what little I had in a small suitcase, getting ready for a car to take me to the airport and on a flight to Boston. It was as if every little detail had been thought about and it made me even more nervous. But I said that I would give it a chance and that’s exactly what I intended to do. I hated the idea of not saying bye to Abe. He asked when I was leaving, and I told him that I woul
I’d practically slept the whole flight. I hadn’t slept yesterday with the girls as we talked about old times and tried to act as if nothing was going to change. It was nice to think that we would always be friends. But how was that possible if we didn’t see each other anymore? What would we be? Long distance friends? Sure, I knew that people had long distance relationships but long distance friends, was that even a thing?I knew that as soon as I got off the plane, there would be another driver waiting for me. Anyone else would have loved the idea of having drivers picking them up and taking them places. Mom would have loved it, for sure. God, she loved the idea of being rich. I remember one time we got on a flight and were upgraded. She said that she would rather drive back home than get on a flight and go economy. Once you go up, it’s so hard to come back down. I never understood Mom’s motto, not until now. She said it and we laughed, but it meant nothing to me. I’d never been up
As we got to the gate, I’d nearly fallen asleep in the car. The drive had turned out to be over two hours or way longer. The city was so big and the drive to the academy added more time to it.“Are we driving to Hotel Transylvania?”“That’s not in Boston!”Yeah, I knew it wasn’t, but it was a joke. His face was stern and seemed concerned, as he stopped to glance at me as the gates opened. I’d said it as a joke, but he wasn’t the type of person to joke with, figures!Once we started to get closer to the gate and I saw the sign, Hawk Academy, my stomach roared like a lion. I was hungry or it could have been the nerves, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as we arrived at the gate and I had a feeling that life wasn’t going to be easy here. It looked creepy, some place that I should avoid rather than welcome with open arms.“Don’t worry, this place looks scarier than it is. It’s big and old, but that doesn’t make it creepy,” Albert said with a smile. His words became my reality as we a
I walked through the doors and into the academy with no thoughts in my head but anxiety-riddled ones. To make it worse, it was clear that Sarah wasn’t going to be my friend the second we entered the doors. As soon we were far away from Alfred and without a soul in sight, she turned to me with a malicious smile that made me want to smack her instantly. “So? Is it true? Are you an orphan?” Her hands were crossed against her perky tits. The kind that most guys would love, and I knew that she had a perfect body sitting underneath her pleated grey, white and blue skirt, her white shirt and her grey velvet blazer. A body that I craved to have but did nothing to achieve it.It was weird hearing her say it. I wanted to tell her that she was wrong, but between a dad that was supposedly dead and a mom that was officially dead, an orphan seemed like an upgrade from how I would describe my life at the moment. “Yes,” I whispered thinking that she was right. I was an orphan. I hadn’t accepted my
He motioned me to follow him into his office. He hadn’t bothered to introduce himself, but it was clear as we walked down the long hallway that it was Mr. Hawk’s office we were headed to. Seeing the same portraits that I’d seen on the website made me curious and I slowed until we got to the last picture on the wall. The man in the photo was the man I now followed. I glanced at him and examined him more closely than I had before. He wore a dark grey suit and was quite a few inches taller than me. My gaze finally made it back up to his captivating eyes and an intriguing thought occurred to me. I wondered if I was developing a crush on him. I’d never been into the teacher/student thing, but I felt an urge to flirt with the handsome man who stood in front of me. But I would be kidding myself, apart from a few recent kisses I’d had no experience with flirting or passion. I wasn’t the kind of girl that knew how to flirt with someone my own age, let alone a lot older. I started to get nerv
“So, you’re Vicki,” said a voice as I swiftly walked out of the principal’s office. I felt singled out, as everyone knew I was the new girl. But then, I guess they would all know each other and would be aware that I was a stranger. It was a little unbalancing though, when everyone knew who I was, but I didn’t know their names. After my brief encounter with Sarah, I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.I nodded. Too tired, hungry, and scared to speak.“No need to be nervous. Mr. Hawk called and said that I should show you your room and class. My name’s Claire Willis and like you, last year I was new too. So, I think that’s the reason he asked me to come and help you find your way around here. But, I bet you’re hungry, right?”What gave it away? I wondered.The big roaring sound that my stomach was making as she spoke?“Good. Let’s grab a quick lunch before we head to your room. Don’t worry, your things are there.”Her emerald eyes shone as she spoke and part of me was curious t
“You ready to go out and face the big Vogue world?”My nerves started to kick in as I’d finished up in the bathroom and walked out of a cubicle to look at myself in the mirror. I didn’t look anything like Claire. I’d thought the uniforms would put us on a level playing field, but they didn’t. I sprayed a spritz of the perfume Mom bought me for my last birthday and dropped it in my pocket. I might not look like a Vogue model, but I could smell like one. I’d put on the uniform left for me in my room and frowned a little. The uniform clearly didn’t fit. The buttons of my shirt were about to pop open, my butt could probably be seen if I bent down at a 45 degree angle, and as for the blazer? Well, it was on, but I didn’t know how much longer that would last. I felt as if I was about to turn into the Incredible Hulk and the last thing I wanted to do was face anyone, let alone Vogue people.“Are you sure that this is my uniform? I mean it’s not even my size. I can’t even breathe.”She reass
Mr. Hawk managed to get me to my room, my ruined clothes covered by his suit jacket, but he didn’t say a word. I was practically naked with only my Mickey Mouse panties and bra on my body. Oh, let’s not forget my shoes and my knee-high socks. I was completely embarrassed. Something that I’d never experienced before. Sure, I’d seen other kids in the school being bullied, questioned it and then been told ‘don’t get involved, or you’ll be next’ and that was enough for me to back away from it. But, I hadn’t been here a complete day and so far, it was a living nightmare. I thought about little George Burns, a comedienne from back in the day, having a sign saying ‘kick me’ on his back all day and being warned that if he removed it then he’d have a worse day the next day. It never stopped the bullying though, even though he wore the sign all day.He would have it on his back every single day and then still be bullied the next day and more. I felt like shit, remembering the many times I’d
James was the quiet one and people, stupidly, thought that meant he was the innocent one. From what I’d just witnessed, I knew that wasn’t the case. James might be quiet, but there was hot and dirty fire that burned deep inside of him. I watched Trent slump down to the floor against the couch as James left the chair and came over to him.“Shit, that whole scene was intense,” he said as he handed me a shirt to cover myself with, but by this point, they’d seen all of me, and I was too hot to clothe myself. I put it behind me and watched the twin brothers at my feet. “I hope you like to play, Vicki.” James said as he brushed a finger up my smooth leg. My eyes narrowed. What did he mean, play? “I mean I like sex a little spicier than the average guy. A little… rough.” Trent stood up, slid into his jeans and zipped them up as James began to teach me how to suck him off. I didn’t want him to go, the more I’d thought about both of them being here, touching me, fucking me, the more I
His tongue moved from tasting my lips to getting a taste of my pussy so fast my head spun. He went down on his knees in front of me again and pushed my thighs apart. With gentle hands he tilted my hips up as he sucked on it. I moaned, but then I lifted up my hands as if I was about to get up.“No!” James blurted out from his chair, where he sat quietly stroking his dick. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d taken it out until now. We both ignored him. Trent did give him a little information, though. Information that made me grin. “I’m so fucking lost in her fucking pussy. I can’t get enough of it, James. She tastes so fucking good.” He held on to my legs. He firmly rubbed them at the side of each leg. Then my knees spread apart as he moved deeper into the landscape that was my pussy. I didn’t even mind thinking the word, as he went in for the kill.He found my clit and started to bite it gently. “I fucking want to cum,” James growled as Trent looked up. Sure enough, he is thrusting his
I walked to the gym with butterflies in my tummy and sweaty palms. The entire day had gone by in a blur and now I was going to meet my fate. Something told me that this night would change my entire life. I checked my phone and saw it was ten minutes to midnight. I ducked in and went straight to the girls’ bathroom. It was empty, thankfully, and I checked my makeup in the mirror. I wasn’t used to putting it on but thankfully the Internet was nearly entirely consumed by young people and adults insisting they were the only ones that could teach us all how to do our makeup. I’d followed one of the less layered on looks and highlighted what I could with color to make myself look…prettier.I’d curled my long dark hair and it now cascaded down my back over a light blue dress that I’d found in a second-hand shop with Mom last summer and I was happy that the material was stretchy so that I could still fit into it. I’d packed it in my bag, not knowing if I’d need it. It was more like a satiny
By lunchtime I was a complete wreck. I stared at the other students around me and couldn’t help but wonder; was it you? Were you the one that slipped this new invitation into my locker? Were you the one that put the rats in my bag? Then my mind would sway back to Ruby, and how very much she wanted to be the one chosen. I suspected she’d been bullied at her old school and that’s why she wanted this so bad. I felt sorry for her for a little while, then I thought about what she’d done, if she was the one that did those things. She was just as bad as any bully in her desperation.I’d wanted to make friends here, but so far, I didn’t have anyone that I could trust. Except for Mr. Hawk and he was the principal so it wasn’t like I could go to him and whine about not having friends. Besides, I reminded myself, I had plenty of friends back home. I sent Ava a text as I went into the cafeteria.I hadn’t spoken to her since Teresa told me Ava was dating Abe now. I wanted her to know I didn’t min
I woke up before my alarm went off on Thursday morning. It was another cloudy day outside, I noted as I crawled out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I took care of my bladder and then hopped in the shower. I had time, so I let the hot water wash over me. By the time I was dressed, and my hair was dried, I still had time to spare. I saw the envelope, the invitation to go to the gym tomorrow at midnight, and decided to stash it in my bag, where it would be safe. My fingers reached into the bag, and once again, I felt something furry. “What the fuck?” I cried out and threw the bag against my door. “Problem, Miss Harris?” I heard Mr. Hawk call from the other side of my door. What was he doing there? “There’s another rat in my bag, Mr. Hawk,” I called through the door, then realized how stupid that was. I pulled open the door and stared at him. “I thought you were going to do something about this? I don’t even understand how it’s not even bleeding.”Not that it made a differ
“You have to be in it to win it.” That’s what Goldie said as she held up her hand, a white envelope flashed in the light, her name engraved in gold letters on the front a prism of golden sparks.It matched the one I’d received, only mine had my name on it, of course. “This isn’t a game, Goldie,” I admonished her as I looked down at Ruby, sad for her that she hadn’t received an invitation as she’d wanted so desperately. She’d been sitting on the floor for an hour now and she moved over a little to let Goldie walk in after her grand entrance.“I haven’t got one yet,” Ruby said from the floor, her gaze accusatory. “What? You think we had something to do with that?” Goldie smirked at Ruby and flipped her golden hair behind her golden shoulders. I knew they were golden because she had on a light blue sweater with a wide collar that meant the shoulders slipped down constantly to reveal bare flesh. We’d agreed to meet in my room later that evening on the pretext of studying. The envelope
Wednesday morning dawned cold and rainy, much like the day I arrived. I thought back to that day as I dressed and braided my hair. I’d been so full of hope that day. I’d been afraid I wouldn’t fit in, and boy how right had I been about that! Too fucking right, I thought, as I picked up the bag that held my books and slung it over my shoulder. I didn’t fit in and my only friends were a girl that only talked to me because her daddy’s money couldn’t buy her popularity like it had at her old school, and a girl that turned into a robot at the merest hint of the word Friday. Not the most likely of people that I’d choose to hang around in my old life.I paused on my way out of the door as I thought of Ava and Teresa, back in Utah without me. They’d be meeting at the lockers, talking about what they’d missed in the fifteen minutes it took them to get to school, happy together. Without me.That thought stung me deeply, even though I knew it wasn’t their fault. My two best friends would move o
“So?” Ruby asked, “What’s the deal with you staying with Mr. Hawk?”We were in the cafeteria after hours. It was quiet, and it made a change from finishing classes and heading to my room and catching up on work. I didn’t think that I was behind in final year, but I had loads of work to do all the time. Some part of me felt as if I needed a couple of more years at the school just to be up to date. “He said that with the way things went with my roommate that it made sense.”Goldie nodded. “Special treatment, huh?”Then she winked at me. I didn’t know what she meant, but I met her smile. Special treatment wasn’t the word that I would use, but I suppose in a way it was.“Yeah. I’m at the house. But for how long, I don’t know.”“That sucks.” Ruby sighed as she slouched down on a bench and dropped her bag which made a big thumping sound that startled me.“Well. Yeah in a way. I don’t know if that’s why they’re treating me this way. Because they think that I’m in with the principal.”Ruby l
At last, a friend. Someone who spoke to me and it wasn’t Mr. Hawk and it wasn’t someone trying to bully me. I found out that I wasn’t the only new girl who started last week. There were two more of us. “You see. We’ve all been invited to this game,” she whispered as the rest of them left and we were alone at my lockers. The rest meaning both the Hawk twins and the girl that was enjoying making my life a living hell. It was as if the two new girls wanted to make sure that the coast was clear before they came to me. “What game?” I asked, totally lost after the way they ran up to me like a swarm of bees, telling me about being brave and telling me about Friday. “We can talk about that later.” She brushed my question aside. “So, I’m Goldie. This is Ruby and you’re Vicki, right? But it ends with an I and not a y.”A strange observation, but I nodded in response to her question. “We’ve been dying to talk to you. But we were worried about making our lives even worse than they already are