“Oh come on, baby, you know you want a taste of me. I’m like a fine wine. I only get better with time.” I smirked, giving her my best smart ass attitude. When push came to shove, it was always best to act as if what they said to you didn’t bother you.
That and I could hide behind the smirk and dark look in my eyes. I wasn’t going to have a conversation with her about my life story, especially when little miss perfect couldn’t even relate. Her struggle— whatever it was— wasn’t anything compared to my own. The pain she caused me was going to eat away at my insides if I didn’t find a way to remove it.
I didn’t do emotions.
I didn’t do conversation.
I did two things. Fight and fuck. Noelle would soon start to understand that, and if she didn’t I would make her understand.
“You are absolutely the biggest asshole on the planet, you think…” She was cut off by another girl who strutted up to the locker next to hers. I could see placid anger on Noelle’s face, and relief flooded me because I wouldn’t have to continue on with this charade with her. That and it seemed to me that Noelle liked this person even less than she liked me, and that was truly astonishing.
“Fresh meat I see.” The other girl smiled at me, her voice sultry. Yeah, she had her eyes on the prize. I could tell she wanted me with that one singular look. I didn’t know her name yet, but I wanted to. My eyes skimmed over her long brown hair, an ass that you could bounce a quarter off of, and her nether region, which she wasn’t lacking in at all. Yup. She would be the perfect first fuck. Quick and easy. Just my type. Let’s just hope she wasn’t the type to get attached.
“Royal Black, but you can call me Prince if you would like.” My voice was slick as ice. I was a smooth asshole. As long as I could get my dick wet, I would be content living in this hellhole called my new home.
I stopped focusing on Noelle and moved past her to this other girl, wanting to make sure Noelle understood where she stood in my eyes. She greeted me with a wide smile. I could tell she was after the same exact thing that I was.
“This is sickening.” Noelle made a gagging sound as if she was about to puke, turning her back to us as she grabbed a few books from her locker. I scoffed at Noelle. I could practically see the new girl sharpening her claws. I wondered why she felt that way about someone like Noelle. Someone who seemed to fit in a whole lot more than I ever would.
“Now, now ladies, there is more than enough of me to go around.” I raised my eyebrow up at the girl that was ready to sink her nails into my chest. She was beautiful, but not in the natural way. It was more in the completely, over the top fake way, the kind where you knew everything on her was bought, from the way her makeup was perfectly placed on her face, to the fake nails that were glued to her original nails; then there was the fact that she could get away with showing as much cleavage as she wanted. She was more than asking for a man like me to fuck her brains out.
I was drawn from my own personal thoughts by the sound of Noelle gagging.
I almost laughed… almost.
“If you were smart, Royal, you wouldn’t want to stick your dick inside Sasha. Something that has teeth. I mean unless you want it bitten off?”
The air surrounding us seemed to spark with tension. I was starting to wonder who was going to throw the first punch.
“Watch it, bitch! You may think you’re something special because you get good grades, have an in with the teachers, and can seem to get away with just about everything, but I will fuck your life up if you talk down to me like that again.” Sasha was coming in swinging.
My heart thudded loudly in my chest, anxiety rising with each passing second. As much as Noelle got on my nerves and made me want to choke her to death, I knew I wouldn’t let Sasha fuck with her.
“Touch me. I dare you.” The challenge in Noelle’s eyes flared. God, the heat rolling off of her was burning me alive. Sasha didn’t seem the least bit concerned with anything that Noelle had to say. In fact, she ignored Noelle altogether, her attention averting down to her nails, as if they were of more importance.
The anxiety that formed deep in the pit of my stomach sank lower with every step that Noelle took away from me. I felt like an asshole for not standing up for her. I mean after all, wasn’t that what a brother was supposed to do? Yet I was pretty fucking impressed that she could hold her own against someone like Sasha.
“Thank God, she’s gone. I thought she would never leave.” Sasha looked up from her nail bed, annoyance saturating her words. I could see the look of claim forming in her eyes. Yeah, that wasn’t happening either.