“Let’s get something clear from this point forward. You and I can fuck, we can fuck however you want, and wherever you want...” I made sure she was looking at me so she understood just exactly what I was saying.
“But do not, and I mean it,” my voice grew cold, “fuck with her. I don’t care if the two of you had problems before I came along, if you fucking hate each other, but you don’t fuck with her. Got it?” I stared at her harshly, not breaking eye contact until I saw the small curt nod of her head, letting me know she understood what I was saying. For some reason the nod of her head didn’t seem like it was enough of an answer to me. I needed to press the issue further, just to prove my point and let her know just how serious I was.
“No, I want to hear the words. I want to know that we are clear,” I whispered sternly, giving her an icy glare. I wasn’t sure she would still want to fuck me after this, but if she didn’t then none of this mattered anyway.
Time seemed to stand still as she gazed up at me. There was a spark in her eyes that flared as I spoke. It was as if she was enjoying the dominant angry side of me.
“Yes, Royal, we’re clear,” she purred. Now that we had gotten that out of the way, we could head to the locker rooms and blow off some steam. I grabbed her hand in mine and let her lead the way.
All while the thought of Noelle lingered at the back of my mind.
Chapter Six
-Noelle
Anger.
Rage.
Hate.
All three were emotions I wasn’t familiar with in the least bit, but still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface all day long. It was as if I was preparing a roast, letting the meat marinate for hours, until it became weak and tender.
I didn’t know why Royal hated me so much. He didn’t know enough about me to even form a proper opinion of me. Still he acted like he did, and that only made things hurt more. I was fiercely angry. I did everything in my power to make him feel welcome. To try and make him feel as comfortable as possible in a new town, house, and a school, and what do I get in return? Nothing but a slap to the face. A let me eye fuck Sasha Master’s in front of you, and then make you feel unworthy of the same air I breathe. Sure, why the fuck not.
“Your stepbrother is a total asshole,” Jordan confessed, her words lodged behind the bite of pizza that she just stuffed in her mouth.
“Dude, you have no fucking idea,” I responded, taking a drink of my Pepsi as I watched him with hate burning in my eyes from across the room. Royal was already starting to fit in like I never had. Bile rose in my throat, and the swig of soda I had just taken threatened to come back up. I shook my head in disbelief; he didn’t seem like the jock type, but there he was laughing right along with their jokes, sitting with the cool kids, pretending as if he was right at home.
“All he did was fuck with Sasha during Economics class.” There was a pause as she spoke so she could take another bite from her slice of pizza. Her comment only made the bile rise a little bit more. I was seriously disgusted with him.
“Also I don’t think he had his eyes on the board the entire time, and I kid you not, if I have to hear her fake ass giggle one more time I’m going to puke.” Jordan made a sour face, stuffing more food into her mouth.
“I’m already about to puke.” I barely got the words out.
“Let’s go over there and barf all over both of them!” Jordan snickered, her words laced with humor. She might be joking, but I considered taking her up on the offer.
A laugh lodged in my throat. She was my best friend; the kind that you had from the first day of kindergarten and every single day after. If there was anyone that could relate to how I felt about Royal and his new groupies, it would be her.
“You don’t even want to know about the vile things he did to me.” I pretended to gag, my mind drifting back to the soft caress of his tongue against my skin, the chills that ran all over my body followed by the searing pain that enveloped me as his teeth sank into my soft flesh. I couldn’t tell if I was really hurt by what he did, or really turned on. He was disgusting and so very disturbed, but still a part of me hoped that I could reach him and shake the bad out of him.
“He’s nothing but a self-righteous pig, Noelle. Don’t let him get to you, babe,” she concluded as she finished her food, stuffing the remaining piece of food into her mouth.
The lunchroom seemed to be louder than usual. Voices echoing and bouncing off every wall. It seemed as if every eye was trained on Royal and the other popular kids. A knot formed in my chest as the mere thought of him actually becoming friends with them all.
He would invite them over, go to football games with them, and plan activities that I would never be a part of.