Page 3 of Falling for A Lie
“Uh, yeah, I’m a sophomore.” She says, tilting her head, as her eyes finally take in my outfit that matches in color. Her eyes widen slightly as she pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth.
“What about you? I haven’t seen you around the hallways.” She asks, tilting her head to the side, her eyes roaming my face and body openly.
“That would be because I’m new. I just transferred from Vincent’s High.” I answer with a smile, chuckling softly at her obvious observation.
“Well, welcome to the cesspool that will be your prison for the next two years.” She chuckles softly, nudging my arm with her tiny elbow. “I hope it’s better than Vincent’s, though. I’ve heard so many horror stories about that school.” She shivers at the thought, and I can’t fault her.
St Vincent’s is a part of the wrong side of town where you are a gang member, or you’re knocked up by a gang member.That’s about it, no in-between. The teachers are so far into the gang lifestyles that they barely give teaching any thought. It’s all one big cover-up for something darker. That’s why I had to get out of there.
I would never tell Ma about the threats in my life, and theirs, all because I refused to jump into the gang, and they couldn’t let a non-gang member roam the hallways witnessing all the debauchery. I also really need to get into a good college so I can secure a good job to take care of her when Dad dies.
“I can survive just about anything. I’m not there to make friends, just to graduate and get into a good college.” I say. “My Ma needs me,” I add in a whisper. But she must have heard me because she grabbed my hand, softly squeezing it in hers with a knowing look on her face.
She leans in so that her lips brush the lobe of my ear as she whispers a soft reply, “I also have people counting on me to get us out of here, so I understand.” With that, she leans back, her hand still resting on mine without a plan to move it.
Not wanting to draw too much attention to us still being connected, I stay still and only offer a sad smile back.
The thought of this beautiful creature having demons she wants to escape from makes me want to pull her against me and protect her from the Boogeyman that’s hiding in the darkest corners, ready to snatch her and sell her to the highest bidder. Something I’ve seen far too many times at St Vincent’s with the girls who refused to bow, or the boys that refused tobreak. It’s something that would’ve happened to me if I hadn’t escaped that hell hole. I would’ve become another statistic, a Hispanic boy lost and disregarded like the dirt on the bottom of their shoe.
For the next thirty minutes, we sit and wait for the bus to arrive at the iron gates of my new school. I withdraw my hand from hers, already longing for its warmth. My gentle, genuine smile was directed at the girl, unaware that she would become the object of my unwavering fascination. There was something about her I couldn’t let go of.
“I hope to see you around, Ren.” I wave a quick goodbye, turning on my heels and practically rushing through the crowd of others exiting the bus.
“You too, Reed!” she yells back, but I’m already stepping out of the bus to put the much-needed distance between us.
Danger only lurks in the distraction of a beautiful girl like her, and as we both said, we have people counting on us, so it’s something we cannot afford. With the weight of everything resting on my shoulders, I grip the strap of my book bag tighter. Silent prayers leave my lips as I step forward, to the future that would ultimately change everything. If only I knew how much, I would've turned around and begged her to stay by my side, to offer me the strength I would need to survive the heartbreak that would soon follow a year and a half later.
Chapter three
Caden Cole Jameson
Junior Year of High School
“Yes... Yess.. Fu... Fuck!” The breathy moans of the English teacher make me roll my eyes as I push her head further into the desk to cut them off.
I adjust my hips to get a better angle so I can cum and get this over with. I was tired of this broad constantly begging me to fuck her. So I gave in to it and at least got my rocks offquickly. The promise of her fixing my failing grade had me coming in here and offering to fuck her before class started. But this bitch’s pussy is loose and used, so it was like sticking my condom-covered dick in a solo cup and just fucking it. She was the worst fuck of my life, and all I wanted was to get it over with before we got caught.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” My voice is lethal as I bring my hand down on the rounds of her ass, closing my eyes, picturing anything else to get me to my climax.
The thought of one particular smart-mouthed girl comes to my mind. I groan, imagining a tighter cunt wrapped around my throbbing cock. Taking me inch by inch, like the good slut I knew she could be for me. Soren Flint, the cheer captain of Hazelton’s very own Jagged Rays.
Her begging would be pointless as I punished the tight hole of hers, shoving my finger in her ass to work it to be taken next. The mascara running down her face as I fucked her so roughly she wouldn’t ever think of that dumb jock that holds her attention right now. He can’t please her the way she deserves. I overheard her complaining about it with the other groupies around her table, trying to get a glimpse of the good life.
At the thought of breaking that stupid girl, my much-needed orgasm hits, shooting hot loads of cum into the condom as I sigh contently. Images of having Soren on her knees so I canshoot my release across that beautiful face of hers run through my mind. I’d make her clean my cock like a good little whore.
The clawing at my hands brings me back to the sad reality that it wasn’t her. I had currently bent over this desk. “C..ca..nt…bre.” The words barely passed Dori’s lips as I let up my grip on her neck, causing her to gasp out through a choked sob.
With a roll of my eyes, I pull my now limp dick out of this dumb bitch’s gaping hole, not caring if I bruised her neck or if she came at all. I pull the condom off and tie it at the end so it doesn’t spill in my pocket as I slide it into my pants to take to the bathroom to flush. I don’t need this bitch getting any ideas and trying to make me a teenage father.
My mother would send a hitman to kill me if that happened.
I turn around, looking at the woman crying on the floor behind her desk, a feral smile crossing my lips as I step up to her. “Oh now, Dori, don’t be such a prude. It was only a light choking. By the way, you were thrusting into that gaping hole of yours on my dick, and it didn’t seem like it bothered you that badly. Now suck it up; class will start soon. Go to the teachers’ lounge to clean up. Don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you, teacher.” The last words roll off my tongue, carrying an unpleasant taste.
I turn on my heels to exit the room and bump into none other than the vixen that haunts my every goddamn thought. She’sdressed in her cheerleading uniform, and her mouth is slightly agape as she enters the scene before her.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Tilting my head and taking her body in from head to toe, the skirt is so short that if she were to bend down, you would see the cunt I was just picturing. I wonder if she’s wearing that lacy red thong that is usually swallowed up by that biteable ass of hers.
“Did you enjoy the show, Damsel?” The nickname for her gaining a famous fuck you snark as she places her hands on her hips.