I shuffle on my feet, hands tight around my backpack straps. Standing in front of me, like a formidable wall are Stone, Haeden, and Kingston. Standing in the middle, Stone has his arms crossed over his chest, face unreadable as his dark eyes stare down at me. His sleeves are rolled up, with it being after school hours he's free to show his tattoos now. On his left, Haeden has his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets. His red eyes indicating he's high on something. He's stuck on me though, and it feels like he hates me at this moment. But then I can't remember doing anything to make him mad. On Stone's right, Kingston is typing away on his phone. "My cousin got arrested," he snickers. He looks up at the other two. "He got caught fucking the vice principle at his school." Haeden chuckles. "Cole is my fucking god."I stand there, my face red because who the hell fucks a teenager? It seems pedophelia is in season. I'm suddenly reminded of Mr. Williams, and I shudder. "Where's Ivy?" Ston
I also thought she wouldn't abandon me. "She told everyone that you always forced her to watch horror movies, and then locked her in the bathroom all night. She said you killed your pet dog when you were ten," Haeden starts to list off all her wrong doings, his hot breath brushing my skin. I shudder, resisting the urge to lean into him. That's when I feel Stone's fingers brushing the underside of my boob. I shift, feeling the cock beneath me pulse as I grind against it."Stay still," he grunts from beneath me. Haeden pulls my attention back to him, distracting me from the way Stone’s hand squeezes my boob."She told Kensey it was you who found him." This is what convinces me. The detail about me finding the murder scene was supposed to be confidential, but in my unstable state, I told her. Desperate to talk to someone, I needed my best friend. I always wondered how everyone ended up knowing. I just figured they ended up announcing it on the news. "Can someone get me a pen, pleas
I'm staring. It's rude, I know that, but anyone in my position wouldn't stare. Stone stands at the foot of my bed, shirt halfway up his chest.He's taking his clothes off. Stone is in my room, and he's taking his clothes off!I take in the visible V line of his hips, followed by a lean muscle that flexes with every move. His pecs are well-defined, and the tattoos on his skin call for me to trace them. Maybe if I wake up early enough in the morning, I can take the time to admire them.Am I letting him stay the night? If it were back then, if Dad didn't do what he did, would he even be here right now?No. We lived in different worlds, he and I.My fingers tighten around the clothes in my hand, suddenly very aware that I'm about to change into short shorts and a tank top."You just gonna stand there and stare at me?" Stone asks. His lips turn upwards when my eyes widen.First off, seriously Stone made a joke. Not only is he staying the night but he’s joking with me."I think the world i
My brows furrow, what I didn't account for are my nightmares. I turn to look at him. He knows about them, though. Last time he was so bothered that he banged on my door to scold me. "What?" His voice is soft, and for a moment I'm trapped in just how unbothered he looks at the moment. "What did you and your dad argue about?" I ask into the quiet night. His hand curls into a fist, and I resist the urge to scoot away. "Some business dinner with his colleague," he mutters, the bitterness in his tone is obvious. "Sounds important," I whisper, keeping cautious. If this conversation drives him away, back to his house, I'll be upset with myself. Sure, it's strange to have him here, but for once, it feels nice to not be alone with my inner thoughts."It was." He turns his gaze to me, and I almost fall off the bed. His hand shoots out and wraps around my waist, keeping me from toppling over. "Maybe you should've gone?" I shrug. My fingers twitch as I resist the urge to put my hand on his
He wants me to suck on him? My face bursts into flames, and I quickly shake my head. Oh no. I've never done that! I've never thought about doing that! I've never even seen one! Well, I watched porn one time, and it was weird, so I turned that shit off fast.He thumbs my bottom lip, saying "I'm not surprised you've never sucked cock before." His dark eyes connect with mine. "It's a damn shame, though. I bet your wet mouth feels heavenly." My breath grows heavy as he talks. The roughness of his voice carries tingles down to my belly, and it's suddenly so hot in the room."I think about you on your knees way too often," he whispers. He slips his thumb past my lips and settles the pad on my tongue. "Fuck." Daring to push further, I lightly bite the tip of his thumb, watching in delight as a shiver runs through his body."You're a bad influence on me," I murmured into the air. "If you don't want me ripping these shorts off, I suggest you get up." His voice hardens, any playfulness is n
It's too late to back out now. I won't let myself."You look excited." Haeden lazily smiles at me. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards him."I am," I confirm, cheeks flushing red when I'm pressed against him. I glance around the hallway, noticing that there are too many eyes on us. Watching how we stand so close together.His hands rest on my hips, and I curl my fingers into the sides of his shirt. I turn my head to Stone, expecting to see anger or maybe jealousy, any kind of wishful thinking that showed he liked me, but he just scrolls through his phone. Is it not weird for him to have his friend be so handsy with me after we had a moment the other night? "Hey." Haeden rests his finger beneath my chin and turns my head so I can look at him again. His green eyes shine at me. "Maybe we all should talk later, hmm?" I frown, my brows furrowed. "What about?" "I don't think you understand what we mean when we say you belong to us," he says, fingers flexing on my hips. His eyes drift o
After school, I open my locker and go through it. When I find my essay inside, I sigh in relief. After the class ended, I searched through my bag and couldn't find it. I was about to flip my shit if it wasn't in the locker.I grab it and put it into my bag, but frown when I see the yellow sticky note stuck to the back of the locker. Another note? My brows furrow, fingers twitching as I glance down the hallway, eyes darting from one face to another as I try to guess who was giving them to me. Except no one is looking at me right now. No one gives a hint that it could be them.I bite the inside of my cheek and turn back to it. With a shaking hand, I reach inside and pull the sticky note out.'I see you've made some friends. I'm not sure if your father would approve of you interacting with sinners. I'm disappointed, Ariella.'My breath quickens, as I reread it over and over. Sinners?Don't be a sinner, Ariella.My dad's voice whispers in my head."Hey, gorgeous." I jump, crushing the
I peek up at Kingston, is this guy a freaking prince or what?"Good evening Sir King." The man is posh, with his nose turned up and his arm tucked to his torso like he's in a place of royalty. His jet black hair is slicked back, shiny with product. "Sir King's guest." He nods at me, takes in my cut off jean shorts and black T-shirt before looking away with a wrinkle in his nose.Judgemental much? It's like a complete turn from the judgemental eyes at school. They disliked me for my dresses and collared shirts. And now I'm being judged for wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I can't please everyone."Armin, this is Ariella." Kingston introduces me. "Ariella, this is Armin." I give a wave and he simply nods at me without sparing me another glance. "Can you have Betha make us some sandwiches?" Kingston asks. He tightens his hold on my hand and leads me to the stairs. "Thanks!" He shouts behind him."Thank you!" I call back, not wanting to make my first impression any worse. I glance back to
TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***I gasp for air, my hands clawing at his neck. "I'm going to ease off, okay?" He stares at me, his eyes dark. "If you scream again, I'll just knock you out and take you that way." He must see the horror on my face because he smiles. "You wouldn't want that, would you?" I shake my head, a sob escaping me. I don't want him touching me at all, but the thought of him doing that to me, limp and unconscious, sends cold ice through me."Good." His hand slowly releases my neck, as if testing to see if I would scream again. Satisfied with my silence, he lets go fully and trails his hand over my chest. "God damn rats, can't believe you let them defile you." He shakes his head at me like he's disappointed. His nose is on my neck again, his hands trailing over my waist and hips. With shaky breaths, I slowly lift my hand and reach into my back pocket.
TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***The drive to his house is short, however every once in a while, I feel his gaze on me. It's unnerving. Usually he's spewing hateful words to make me feel like shit."What? If you have something to say, fucking say it." I eventually snap at him. Lucas isn't one to hold back, he isn't afraid to speak his mind. So what the fuck has got him so silent.He chuckles, the sound foreign to my ears, "Relax, shit. I was just gonna say you look like your in a 'fuck it all' mood." I snort."How'd you guess?" I droll out, turning to glare out the window. What I would give to be anywhere but here. I wonder what Ivy is doing? She's probably with the guys. I wonder if the missing item has anything to do with why they're not around."Your shit attitude." Lucas snorts back, bringing me from my thoughts.He pulls up into his driveway and turns off the engine. "Let's just hurry up, I need to get home after this." I slam his car door shut an
I wipe at my tears, all my woes replaced by suspicion. I grab a notebook and pen and begin to write down all I know about the notes. They are always left at school, in my locker. I haven't found them anywhere else.Everything about this stalker is led by the school. Then whoever is giving them to me must go to school there too. But it still doesn't make sense. Why are they sending me these notes? Because they're fans of my dad? Because they want to scare me? Or is this just all some stupid prank? So someone can get their kicks out of making me paranoid?I tap my pen, which is it? Finding myself going no where, I grab all the notes from the drawer, completely ignoring my dads letter. I lay them out on my bed, side by side and evaluate them. The hand writing is all the same, so I know its all from the same person. I go through everyone who hates me, and list them down as potential suspects. Starting with the same people on my revenge list; Kensey, Lucas, Henry and Melanie. I think
The drive to my house is quiet. I glare out the window with my arms crossed, and Kingston doesn't try to talk to me. Which is fine by me. There's so much shit I want to say to him, but I keep my mouth shut. He pulls up to the side of the road when we reach grandma's house. "When the others are back with us, we can clear up exactly what it means when we say you belong to us." Kingston tells me, his hands tight on the wheel. There's no apology for asking a question that is beyond personal. There's no apology for holding me against him even though I fought it. With a huff and a roll of my eyes I leave the car and slam the door shut. I don't care if it's the most expensive car that I've ever seen. I hope I chipped something.He doesn't leave until I'm inside, I can hear the screeching tires through the closed door as he takes off down the road."Stupid jerk," I mutter."Ariella, is that you?" Grandma's voice is firm. I hold in my groan, and walk into the living room. She sits on the so
"Yeah." I murmur as I take in huge green hair. "He's not my favorite topic right now." I shrug. I walk along the walls, looking from one poster to another. "I'm surprised." I laugh, "This wasn't what I expected. I figured you were more of a sexy model guy." Kingston chuckles, "Don't get me wrong, I am. But I can look at a woman's body anytime I want too." He shrugs.I frown, can't get myself to turn around and face him. Of course Kingston can look at a woman's body anytime he wants. Anyone with eyes would jump at the chance to be with him. I'm sure his phone is full of lady’s numbers. There's a knock on the door, pulling me away from my bitter thoughts. Armin comes in with a platter full of finger sandwiches. "Couldn't she have made just regular ones?" Kingston frowns as he sets it on his desk. "I refuse to tell her to remake them. Shall you?" Armin raises a thick eyebrow.Kingston pales and shakes his head, "I don't have a death wish." "Smart boy." Armin replies before leaving.
I peek up at Kingston, is this guy a freaking prince or what?"Good evening Sir King." The man is posh, with his nose turned up and his arm tucked to his torso like he's in a place of royalty. His jet black hair is slicked back, shiny with product. "Sir King's guest." He nods at me, takes in my cut off jean shorts and black T-shirt before looking away with a wrinkle in his nose.Judgemental much? It's like a complete turn from the judgemental eyes at school. They disliked me for my dresses and collared shirts. And now I'm being judged for wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I can't please everyone."Armin, this is Ariella." Kingston introduces me. "Ariella, this is Armin." I give a wave and he simply nods at me without sparing me another glance. "Can you have Betha make us some sandwiches?" Kingston asks. He tightens his hold on my hand and leads me to the stairs. "Thanks!" He shouts behind him."Thank you!" I call back, not wanting to make my first impression any worse. I glance back to
After school, I open my locker and go through it. When I find my essay inside, I sigh in relief. After the class ended, I searched through my bag and couldn't find it. I was about to flip my shit if it wasn't in the locker.I grab it and put it into my bag, but frown when I see the yellow sticky note stuck to the back of the locker. Another note? My brows furrow, fingers twitching as I glance down the hallway, eyes darting from one face to another as I try to guess who was giving them to me. Except no one is looking at me right now. No one gives a hint that it could be them.I bite the inside of my cheek and turn back to it. With a shaking hand, I reach inside and pull the sticky note out.'I see you've made some friends. I'm not sure if your father would approve of you interacting with sinners. I'm disappointed, Ariella.'My breath quickens, as I reread it over and over. Sinners?Don't be a sinner, Ariella.My dad's voice whispers in my head."Hey, gorgeous." I jump, crushing the
It's too late to back out now. I won't let myself."You look excited." Haeden lazily smiles at me. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards him."I am," I confirm, cheeks flushing red when I'm pressed against him. I glance around the hallway, noticing that there are too many eyes on us. Watching how we stand so close together.His hands rest on my hips, and I curl my fingers into the sides of his shirt. I turn my head to Stone, expecting to see anger or maybe jealousy, any kind of wishful thinking that showed he liked me, but he just scrolls through his phone. Is it not weird for him to have his friend be so handsy with me after we had a moment the other night? "Hey." Haeden rests his finger beneath my chin and turns my head so I can look at him again. His green eyes shine at me. "Maybe we all should talk later, hmm?" I frown, my brows furrowed. "What about?" "I don't think you understand what we mean when we say you belong to us," he says, fingers flexing on my hips. His eyes drift o
He wants me to suck on him? My face bursts into flames, and I quickly shake my head. Oh no. I've never done that! I've never thought about doing that! I've never even seen one! Well, I watched porn one time, and it was weird, so I turned that shit off fast.He thumbs my bottom lip, saying "I'm not surprised you've never sucked cock before." His dark eyes connect with mine. "It's a damn shame, though. I bet your wet mouth feels heavenly." My breath grows heavy as he talks. The roughness of his voice carries tingles down to my belly, and it's suddenly so hot in the room."I think about you on your knees way too often," he whispers. He slips his thumb past my lips and settles the pad on my tongue. "Fuck." Daring to push further, I lightly bite the tip of his thumb, watching in delight as a shiver runs through his body."You're a bad influence on me," I murmured into the air. "If you don't want me ripping these shorts off, I suggest you get up." His voice hardens, any playfulness is n