by Amy Brown
I frown. “Of course not.”
“Then why don’t you ever play along?” His gaze is unflinching.
“I prefer to sleep with girls I’m attracted to. I don’t just fuck every girl I can.”
“See, now that sounds like you do think you’re better than us,” rumbles Jeremy.
I shake my head.
Jeremy narrows his eyes. “So, you won’t do it?”
How can such a simple question seem so threatening? Uneasiness ripples through me at his accusing gaze. “I didn’t say that.”
Travis puts his arm around my shoulder. “Come on dude, seduce the bitch.”
My gaze returns to Trailer Park Girl right before she disappears around the corner. At least she’s hot AF. If I’m going to join in this weird little game, at least she’s someone I’d enjoy fucking. Besides, if I don’t do what Jeremy wants, he could make my life hell.
“She’s going to be a challenge,” I mutter.
Travis snaps his fingers. “Hey, invite her to Outlaw Cove for the Friday bonfire. The chicks love that place. I’ve fucked more girls there than any other place in town. Chicks think it’s romantic to fuck by a lake.”
“So true.” Jeremy laughs.
“Maybe.” I sigh. Outlaw Cove is a secluded spot near the lake where the cool kids go to smoke pot, drink and make out. Nobody is allowed to come to those little get-togethers unless they’re invited by the more elite students. Of which I’m one. “Fine. I’ll try to get close to her.”
Jeremy nods approvingly. “Excellent.”
“If I don’t have any classes with her it will be more difficult,” I say.
“You don’t have to have her in class to talk to her,” Travis says. “I talk to girls all the time who aren’t in my class.”
“Sure, but you’re a real Casanova.” I smirk.
“You should talk.” Travis snorts. “You fucked Tracey Burke and Sarina Clark last semester.”
“They wouldn’t go away until they got a piece of me.” I’m not lying. Sometimes girls are relentless when they want to fuck a guy they think will help their social status at school. Both Tracey and Sarina were like that. I don’t mind. I like sex as much as any other horny teenage guy.
Jeremy’s expression is curious. “What can you tell us about that snobby girl?”
I frown. “I don’t know anything about her.”
“You said you delivered a pizza to her house?”
“Well, yeah, but we barely spoke. I’m not sure why she’s even at our school. I wouldn’t think she’s in our district.”
“Why not?” Travis frowns.
I laugh. “She lives at that piece of shit trailer park on the east side.”
Travis bugs his eyes. “Sunshine Valley Trailer Park?”
“That’s the one.”
Jeremy rubs his hands together. “Oh, this is gonna be easy for you, Mason. No girl is as easily manipulated as a bitch with no money.”
“But if she has no money, what’s she doing at this school?” Travis asks.
“Maybe she got a scholarship?” I shrug.
“Oh, hell. Scholarship chicks spread their legs faster than any other.” Jeremy laughs gleefully.
Not sure where he got that idea. I highly doubt there have been clinical tests done to prove that theory.
“She’s pretty. You’ll need to move fast.” Travis sighs. “You don’t want her to get a boyfriend before you can make a move.”
I grimace. “Oh she’s so bitchy, there’s no way she’s gonna get a boyfriend quickly.” I remember her cold stare well. Most guys aren’t going to get a hard-on for a chick who makes them feel like gum on her shoe.
“Either way, try to talk to her today,” Jeremy says.
Irritation prickles me at his bossy tone. “I’ll do my best.”
“See you at lunch,” Travis slaps my back, and wanders off with Jeremy since they have their first class together.
I head toward my class, feeling conflicted about seducing Trailer Park Girl. I don’t know her well enough to have actual guilt, but I don’t like manipulating people. She was a bitch though, maybe she deserves to be taught a lesson in humility.
My first class is English Literature and Composition. I’m sure it will be as boring as it sounds. When I enter the class, I’m distracted because my phone buzzes. It’s a text from my mom saying Dad’s flight to China was canceled. I’m not sure why she thinks I need to know that information when I’m at school.
A lot of kids are still standing, and milling around. I head toward the back of the class, preferring to sit anywhere but at the front. I claim a desk that has the least scratches on it. I sit, and as I sling my backpack over the back of the chair, I meet the familiar, yet unfriendly, blue eyes of the girl behind me. My hello freezes in my throat, as I recognize Trailer Park Girl.
So I do have a class with her.
Jeremy and Travis will be happy, but as she stares down her perfect nose at me, my stomach sinks. Connecting with this cold bitch won’t be easy. She’s a real ice princess.
I face forward again, trying to figure out how the hell I can possibly start a conversation with her. No one else is talking to her either, and I’m not sure if that’s because they’re shunning her, or because she seems so unfriendly they don’t dare.
The teacher comes in, looking harassed. Mrs. Dunbar always looks beleaguered. She’s a good teacher, but she’s a bit disorganized. However, she gives A’s easily, so I’ll do my best to stay on her good side. Mrs. Dunbar’s red hair is disheveled, and her skirt is shorter than seems appropriate for a teacher. Pretty sure she’s not trying to seduce her students though, she’s just oblivious.
“Hello class, I’m Mrs. Dunbar.” She pulls out a hefty copy of a hardcover book. “We have a lot of curriculum to get through this semester, so were not gonna waste time. Hopefully, you all have your copy of Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens?” She holds up her edition. “I’ll expect you to have the first three chapters read by Friday. As you read, pay special attention to narrative style, and the cultural and social implications of the book. We’ll discuss those things in class.”
Behind me, Trailer Park Girl gives a heartfelt sigh. I’m not sure if that’s because she has no interest in reading this book, or something else.
Mrs. Dunbar looks past me. “Yes… Miss…” She glances down at a slip of paper. “Miss. Ballard? Do you have a question?”
“My book won’t arrive until Thursday,” Trailer Park Girl says softly. “The bookstore was out, and we had to get it online.” She swallows so loud, even I can hear it. “I didn’t know I was coming to this school until… two days ago.”
Raising her brows, Mrs. Dunbar’s gaze falls on me. “Oh I’m sure Mr. Johnson will be happy to share his book with you during class.”
I freeze. Me? She wants me to share my book with Trailer Park Girl?
“Oh, no, that’s okay,” the girl behind me mutters.
Mrs. Dunbar gives a gruff laugh. “Don’t be shy just because you don’t know each other yet. Your name is Charity, right?” The girl behind me must nod, because Mrs. Dunbar continues. “Mr. Johnson’s first name is Mason. Mason Johnson meet Charity Ballard. See, now you’re not strangers anymore.”
I simply stare at Mrs. Dunbar as an awkward silence stretches. This is probably a great opportunity that has fallen in my lap, but I wasn’t prepared for it. I prefer to have a game plan in place before I start something.
Finally, Charity speaks, “What am I supposed to do outside of class?” she asks quietly.
“Perhaps you two can get together to study.” Mrs. Dunbar seems oblivious to how awkward that would be for two people who don’t know each other.
“But…” Charity sputters. She’s clearly as unenthusiastic about Mrs. Dunbar’s idea as I am.
I clear my throat. “What if we don’t live anywhere near each other?” The trailer park is on the other side of town. It’s not realistic to think we can easily get together to study afterschool without it
being a huge hassle. Not to mention, I have no desire to go to the trailer park, and I don’t usually bring strangers.
“Oh for goodness’ sake, it’s just a few days, Mason. Her book will be in by Thursday. Surely you can suck it up for three days?” Mrs. Dunbar sounds and looks annoyed. “You can get together at Smarties coffeehouse. That’s smack in the middle of town, and you kids hang out at Smarties half the time anyways.”
It’s obvious Mrs. Dunbar isn’t going to drop this. “Sure. Sure. That will work.” I clench my teeth and force myself to turn, and address Charity. Her blue eyes are chilled, and I’m surprised icicles don’t form on my nose as she stares at me. “Why don’t you scoot your desk closer so we can share my book?” I use my most obliging tone.
She hesitates, shoots Mrs. Dunbar a frustrated look, and stands. As she drags her desk it makes a loud scraping sound on the floor. The class giggles, and Charity’s cheeks turn pink. Once her desk is positioned beside mine, she sits down with a grunt. Her perfume fills my nostrils, clean and crisp. I often hate the perfume girls wear because it’s so cloying and sweet. But Charity’s cologne has a nice citrusy scent.
Her shoulder brushes mine, and against my will my pulse speeds. It’s so odd how my body reacts to her, when I don’t even know, or like her. I pull my copy of Where the Crawdads Sing out of my backpack, and set it on my desk. Her left hand rest near my open book, and I notice her nails are short with clear nail polish. Generally, the girls at this school have long fake nails, often with jewels. Maybe there’s no nail salon near the trailer park where Charity lives.
I try to ignore how Charity’s long curly hair tickles my elbow. She’s wearing designer jeans and a silk shirt. Not exactly what I’d expect a girl who lives in a trailer park to wear. Her top two buttons are undone, and I have a clear view of the tops of her breasts. I’m not really trying to see down her blouse, but I’m taller than her, and I have an unfettered view. The skin of her breasts is milky white and smooth, with one solitary freckle nestled in her cleavage. I can see the pink lace of her bra peeking out of her shirt, and I’m suddenly hard as a rock.
Embarrassed that I have an erection, I shift uncomfortably. I’ve seen boobs before. Plenty of them in person and in porn. Yet Charity’s voluptuous breasts are doing weird things to me. Sweat breaks out on my upper lip, as the image of Charity on top of me slams into me. I can just picture her boobs bouncing, and her silky curls smothering me as she rides my cock. My dick gets harder as that dirty picture takes over my brain, and I have to restrain myself from adjusting my dick.
I try to think of other things like homework and washing my car, but her scent and the brush of her shoulder against mine keeps bringing me back to the present. I’ve heard of guys my age getting boners at the most inopportune moments, but I haven’t ever had this issue in class. I also haven’t gotten hard-ons out of the blue since I was thirteen. When I was thirteen I’d get an erection at the sight of pizza.
“Can you turn the page?” Charity asks softly.
I suddenly realize Mrs. Dunbar is reading aloud from the book, and she’s many pages ahead. With my cheeks hot, I quickly turn the pages to catch up. Charity sends me a curious, yet frosty, glance, but I keep my eyes focused on the book. I’m praying she doesn’t notice the bulge in my jeans. I might need to visit the head between classes to take care of this problem. Jerking off at school isn’t really my thing, but I’m in pain.
Class drags like never before. I don’t hear a word Mrs. Dunbar says, but I’m diligent about turning the pages in a timely matter. I still struggle with lusty thoughts of Charity, but by the time the bell rings, my dick has deflated sufficiently enough to walk.
I close my book, and Charity drags her desk back to its original spot. I grab my backpack, stuffing the book into it, and hurry toward the door with my head down, praying Mrs. Dunbar doesn’t notice my quick exit. I’ll seduce Charity some other time, right now, I need to handle my irrational arousal.
“Mason?” Mrs. Dunbar calls out to me. “Did you arrange a time and day to meet with Charity?”
Shit.
“Uhh…” I grimace. “No.” Jeremy and Travis would be pissed off at me for throwing away a perfect opportunity to get closer to Charity. They don’t understand the weird physical effect she’s having on me. I don’t either.
“You were just sneaking out without setting anything up with Charity?” Mrs. Dunbar looks puzzled.
Charity treats me to another one of her cool, snooty glances. I’m positive she’s no more thrilled about studying with me, than I am her. “It’s fine. Maybe the library has a copy,” she says.
Ignoring Charity’s logical remark, Mrs. Dunbar addresses me, “I’m surprised at you Mason. You’re usually more helpful with new students.”
I’m not sure why she thinks that, since I don’t remember being particularly helpful. But one thing is clear, Mrs. Dunbar isn’t going to let me off the hook. I pull in a deep breath, and accept my fate. “Sorry. I was distracted.” I force a smile. “What time would you like to meet after school, Charity?”
She bites her lower lip, looking like I asked her what time she’d like to drink hemlock with me. “6:00p.m.?”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you at Smarties at 6 p.m.” I give a casual wave, and leave the classroom, still praying no one can see my half-boner.
I don’t know why I’m so turned on by Charity, but I am. Even now, I can’t stop thinking about how good she smelled. I’m practically drooling with lust. I blow out a shaky breath, heading toward the bathrooms. I have to squeeze one out or I’ll go nuts. That girl has me so worked up, it’s unreal. I think I will have to try and seduce her, if only to rid myself of this unbearable craving. Hopefully, since she’s trailer trash, she’ll be flattered that someone like me wants to fuck her.
I reach the bathroom and I slam into one of the empty stalls. Lunch time the bathroom will be packed with people smoking, but not at the moment. I unzip my jeans and slip my hand into my underwear. I’m still half hard, and stifle my groan when I pull my cock out. I wait until I’m sure I’m alone, and I start stroking myself.
My brain is flooded with fantasies of what I’d like to do to Charity. Because it’s all make believe, I can make Charity as slutty as I want. I picture her on her back, legs spread on the desk in Mrs. Dunbar’s class. The class is packed with students, and everyone is shocked at her wanton behavior. She rips her blouse open, and her breasts fall free. She pinches her pink nipples, sticking her tongue out to me.
In my fantasy, I’m fully clothed. I slowly unzip my jeans, then yank her toward me, until her ass hangs off the edge of the desk. I push two fingers into her and she cries out and humps my hand. She’s so wet her juices are dribbling down the desk. My dick throbs as my fantasy takes hold of me. Closing my eyes, I picture holding my dripping cock up to her wet pussy. Mrs. Dunbar is yelling at us to stop, but I push inside Charity up to my balls.
“Oh, fuck,” I wheeze, squeezing my dick as my fantasy continues. She’s so hot and tight as she begs me to fuck her harder and harder. The class is screaming at us to stop, but I just pound into her juicy pussy until she’s crying and coming on the end of my dick.
I’m exploding in my fantasy, and real life. I growl, as long streams of cum cover the dirty toilet seat. I groan, and spill more of my release, and my legs almost give out. I kneel on the toilet seat, shuddering as my orgasm ravages me. I can almost smell her musky scent, and feel her convulsing on my cock. Eventually my breathing slows, and I lean my sweaty forehead on the wall of the bathroom stall.
I don’t even like Charity Ballard, but I’d love to fuck her in real life. She’s definitely a snobby little thing, so seducing her won’t be easy. Something tells me it will be worth it though. Besides, Jeremy isn’t going to let me off the hook. He expects me to cultivate a fake relationship with her so I can fuck her, dump her, and humiliate her.
I’m not sure why Jeremy is so twisted, but the idea of making what I just experienced a reality has me on board.
Besides, Charity doesn’t belong at our school. I can’t imagine how she even got in. She has to be here on a scholarship or something. If so, she needs to be put in her place. I’m tired of her cold snooty glances. We can’t have a girl like her wandering around acting like she’s one of us, or worse even, better than us.
Usually I’d feel sorry for anyone caught in The Elites little humiliation scheme. But Charity was a bitch to me the first time I met her, and every moment since. She probably deserves this. Maybe I’m rationalizing because I’m excited about the idea of actually fucking her. Whatever the reason, I’m fully on board now.
I’m going to teach Charity Ballard a lesson in humility she won’t soon forget.
Chapter Five
Charity
My new bedroom is bigger than the entire mobile home we lived in over at Sunshine Valley Trailer Park. There’s a queen sized canopy bed, a standing dresser, and a mirrored dresser. My whole life I’ve shared a closet with Mom. I almost don’t know what to do with all the room.
My mattress is like floating on clouds, and I have my own private bathroom. I walk barefooted across the thick carpet to stare out the window. My view is of the rugged, purple mountains in the distance. There are acres and acres of golden grass waving in the breeze. In the distance are cattle, which is Fred’s main source of income. He owns the Sweet Water Ranch, the biggest cattle operation in all of Blue Horn, Texas.
Mom and Fred are getting married on Friday. I feel numb because everything is happening so fast. I’m grateful Fred isn’t trying to be my Dad. He says he just wants us to be friends. That takes a lot of pressure off of me. I don’t have a very high opinion of dads, since my real one is such a waste of space. I’m fine with Fred just being my friend.
Luke really likes Fred. He’s taken to him so quickly it makes me a little nervous. I don’t want him to get his heartbroken if Fred turns out to be a jerk. But, all the warnings in the world won’t stop Luke from liking Fred. Maybe he missed having a dad more than me because he’s a boy. Fred, for his part, seems very fond of Luke as well. He’s taken the time to personally show him around the ranch. They came back laughing, as if they were old friends. I’m happy for Luke, but still wary.
