All Chapters of SIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Fuck, Harder! Fuck me harder you little piece of shit!" I scrunch my nose at the obnoxious sounds that come from the stall right next to me. Leave it to students of Westwood high to do this stupid shit when it's already the first period. "Fuck!" She groans and I shut my eyes, wondering why that voice sounds so familiar to me. Whoever is banging the chick inside that room definitely has no mercy, I bet she'll even be able to make it through the rest of the school day. Deciding it's none of my business, I begin to make my way out of the room but the next choice of curse words that fell from the girl's lips stops my movement and time suddenly freezes. "Oh my God! Dave, right there! Fuck me harder, Dave!" Dave? Did she.. did she just call Dave? I turn on my heels, staring back at the door as my heart drums repeatedly against my chest, my breathing harder as I bore holes into the door. It can't be, right? I shake my head, stopping myself before I can move further. "You're

"It was stupid to have ever thought you would love me. I was the stupid one, but I never regretted it, Bash. "I roll my eyes as I take a large spoon of the ice cream, staring at my screen which I'm getting irritated at. Plan one. Eat a large bowl of ice cream and drown myself in the shitty world of heart aches and heart breaks which is why I'm currently in my pajamas, tissues at my side, a large bowl of ice cream in hand as I scowl at the third heartbreaking movie I have watched on Netflix. I dip my spoon back into the bowl and bring out nothing, bringing me to the realization that I finished the large bowl of ice cream under five hours. I groan before kicking the bowl off my bed, pausing the movie and sliding off the duvet to get another bowl. I should have just brought two altogether earlier. I walk down the stairs with my eyes moving across the room out of habit and I walk towards the kitchen, opening the freezer and pul

ASHLEY.  "Are you nut, Little Greene?!" Sinclair pulls away from me so fast—as if a bolt of lightening had just struck him and I shrink into the bed at the expression that covers his features. He looks so damn disgusted, like the mere thought of what I suggested irritates him so fucking much.  Way to fucking go, Ashley! Once again, the universe proves to you-you are not enough for anyone. You will never be enough for anyone.  "I'm—I'm sorry. Forget I ever suggested that. I don't know what came over me. It must be—must be what I was watching earlier. I—please just forget I mentioned that. " I stammer stupidly, looking everywhere but at him because I don't think I can bare to see that look on him again.  What the hell is wrong with me?! Why the hell would I suggest it to him? How can I expect my brother's best friend to help me explore my sexual desires? In which fucking world does that happen? And even if it does; wh

ASHLEY.  "Ashley!" I jolt back in shock at the shout of my name, and Lucy shakes her head at me as our gaze meets—reminding me that there's someone present before me, and have probably been saying some things I've failed to listen to, judging by the expression that covers her face.  "Sorry, what were you saying?" I clear my throat, shifting in my seat, my gaze moving to my untouched food.  "I've been yelling your name for minutes now, and you're sitting right before me, Ash. What are you thinking about so much?" Sinclair.  Pressing my lips into a thin line, I shake my head, "Nothing, sorry I spaced out. " A look of concern crosses over her feature at my words, and I let out a soft sign, knowing she'll start being worried over absolutely nothing again.  "Whatever it is that's going on with you, please just talk to me. You know I hate it when you hide things away from me. " I'm not

ASHLEY.    Sinclair has this look on his face that makes me want to drop everything, and beg for him to do something to me. Anything! As long as it's coming from him; I'm willing to take it.    But knowing those are only perverted thoughts of a teenager who's over the moon for having her childhood crush speak to her; I push those thoughts back, and dig my fingers into the flesh of my thighs to control myself.    "Little Greene, " Sinclair's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I lift my brows with a hum. He chuckles with a shake of his head before saying, "I think I'm going to need you to answer that. Do you still want us to talk about it?" He questions, his voice going lower. You bet your fucking ass I want to!   I don't tell him that though.    "Yes, I'll like to speak about it. " I respond, and he nods; his gaze moving to where my hands rest against my la