I was the first one up, though Vaughn was right behind me. I caught up to Jaz first, taking her by the hand and earning myself a dark scowl from the other one. Jaz let out a laugh as I pulled her close. We stopped when we were on the outskirts of the dance floor, not exactly butting up next to the nearest group, but close enough we could feel the heat radiating from the horde of Midpark students.
Vaughn appeared behind her, scowling at me like it was his job. Jaz slapped my chest, giving me a look that told me everything. “There’s plenty of me to go around,” she purred out, though I had to mainly do lip-reading to know what she said. The music was that loud.
I hated being surrounded by so many rich kids, kids who literally would not care if I dropped over dead right here and now, but as long as Jaz was with me, I’d suck it up. With my hands on her waist, I spun her to face me, slamming her chest against mine as my hips began to sway with the beat.
I wasn’t a dancer, but the way everyone else was dancing…well, it was basically fucking with clothes on. Dry-humping. That, I could definitely do.
Those big, pretty brown eyes tilted up at me, her lips parting slightly. God, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to taste those lips on mine and devour any sounds she’d make. I wanted to drag my hands along every smooth inch of her body and get to know every curve there was. Getting hard just thinking about it, about her.
Jaz did that. She held a power over me no one else ever did. Some might call me obsessed, and those people would be right. I was completely, utterly obsessive when it came to her and everything she encompassed.
Staring down at her, it was almost enough to make me think we were someplace alone, away from the crowd.
But then Vaughn’s face appeared behind her, and the magic was broken.
Jaz let out a soundless sigh when Vaughn’s hands found her hips and pulled her ass back toward him. I didn’t let her go, though. I wasn’t about to let Vaughn Scott win this. I pulled her back toward me, and for the next few moments, Jaz was caught in a physical tug of war between Vaughn and me.
Somehow, we eventually settled for sandwiching her between us. My hands hung lower on her hips, while Vaughn’s sat a few inches higher, curled around her sides with a firmness I didn’t know he was capable of. Eh, so he could go toe-to-toe with me. I wasn’t too shocked.
Jaz flipped every now and then, alternating who got to feel her round tits and who got her ass. Hey, I knew some guys were an either-or type of man, but I liked them both. I was a tits and ass kind of guy, so I made the most out of whichever side of her I had.
It was a good thing we weren’t the only ones practically having sex on the dance floor, otherwise surely the teachers would’ve stepped in. Thankfully, not a single one did, leaving us to our own devices as the songs changed and the beat alternated. We did earn ourselves some curious and envious glances from the students around us, but I didn’t care. We were in our own world, and I wished it could stay that way forever.
What did not help was the fact that grinding against her body, feeling her tits through her dress, made my own body lose it. I had an erection pressing against my pants within moments, and the more songs that passed, the more like steel it became.
God, I could really use those lips around my cock right now, or her wet, tight cunt spread before me. I wouldn’t be picky. I’d take either.
Or both.
My fingers might’ve moved on Jaz’s sides, for they touched the tips of Vaughn’s. I had her back to me right now, her ass grinding against my dick, and I met Vaughn’s dark stare over her head. He was a few inches shorter than me, but still taller than her. When our gazes connected right then, I knew he would never give her up. He was just as addicted to her as I was, just as obsessed, as desperate, as greedy. If I took her away from him, he’d either follow us or kill me.
Yeah, kill.
Because I wasn’t the only killer here.
Staring at Vaughn, I knew. Sometimes you were able to recognize people, even if you didn’t know them. The way they spoke, how they looked back at you with a hollow expression, as if masking what they felt inside. Oh, yeah, Vaughn and I might be different in how we got to our destinations, but the end result was the same.
Order. Chaos. They were both dangerous if used correctly.
Vaughn must’ve been thinking something along those lines, because as our eyes met, he gave me the tiniest, smallest perceptible nod, as if telling me, hey, you’re not too bad after all.
I returned the gesture, though by that time, his attention had returned to the girl between us, the girl we were sharing.
I didn’t know if I could share her forever, but…maybe, for now at least, I could.
Time was a blur to us as we lost ourselves in each other. I had no idea how many songs passed or what we looked like. Probably hungry, ravenous animals wanting to scatter into the darkness and tear off each other’s clothes, but unfortunately for me and my throbbing cock, we couldn’t do any of that until after the finale to this night.
All I knew was that when someone grabbed the microphone from the DJ and said to clear the dance floor, my whole body was sweaty. My dick was as hard as a steel rod, poking at my pants, wanting to be freed. I bet Vaughn’s was much the same. The DJ’s music had ended the moment the principal took the stage, and I wondered if this was it. If this was the big finale, what Jaz and her friend had been waiting for.
Jaz, practically panting, dragged us both back to the table, where Bobbi and her friend were sitting, sipping on drinks. I made no attempt to hide the thick cock pressing against my pants, and the other girls at the table definitely got an eyeful. Ah, well. I guess I still was a bit of a showoff.
“Did she come in?” Jaz said nothing more as she went to grab the cup I’d gotten in the beginning of the dance. Odds were it was warm by now, but she didn’t seem to care, downing the rest of it. “I didn’t see her.”
More like she hadn’t been paying attention to watch for Brittany, since she had her hands full with Vaughn and me.
“I don’t know,” Bobbi said. “I’ve been watching, but…unless she got here before me, and she’s been hiding all night, I don’t know if she’s here.” She glanced to her friend, Grace. “This’ll blow if she’s not even here.”
I could tell Jaz did not like that possibility. “No, she’s here. She has to be. There’s no way she skipped the dance just because of what happened with Archer. No way.” She sounded so sure of herself, and I hoped she was right. I’d hate to see Jaz disappointed.
The principal was a rather awkward-looking man in his fifties. From what I heard, he was new to this, and I wondered if he was under anyone’s thumb. He hardly looked like the type of man to ever take charge unless someone else was pulling the strings. Frankly, he looked like a pushover. I hated pushovers.
“Now, I’ll be quick, since I know you all want to get back to your dance,” he spoke, trying to sound like he was cool and hip, and not the dorkiest man in the room. He wore a suit that was a size too big for him, his hair thinning. Definitely not an impressive sight. I could take him down just by looking at him. He held onto a small envelope in his other hand, and he waved it around, waiting until everyone got to their seats before he opened it.
The DJ had brought up a small podium, where two sparkling crowns sat on a white pillowcase. The king’s crown was nothing too special, although I did bet it cost a pretty penny. The queen’s crown, on the other hand, was three times as big and held ten times the sparkling gems. I knew they weren’t diamonds, but I did bet, since this was Midpark, they were some kind of genuine crystal.
“First, let’s get your Winter King up here.” He opened the envelope, squinting as he read the name on the ballot. His happy-go-lucky demeanor changed instantly as he read the name. “It seems…it seems the King is actually not here today.”
Jaz was confused. She glanced to Bobbi. “He doesn’t mean Archer, does he? I thought—”
“Ryan Bohlen is your Winter King.” The principal paused, letting the anno
uncement sit upon the audience like a heavy weight. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the principal actually got teary-eyed.
What the fuck? For that rapist? What the absolute, ever-loving fuck?
I scowled, taking on a typical Vaughn expression, my mood instantly soured. Who the hell would vote for that bastard?
“Wow,” Jaz whispered. She glanced to Bobbi and Grace. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Bobbi shrugged. “Grace told me, but…” She shot a look at her short-haired, quiet friend. “I didn’t want to say anything and freak you out.” At that moment, I wondered how much of the whole story Bobbi knew.
Up on stage, the principal lifted the king’s crown. “I’ll be sure to let Ryan’s family know what you’ve done for him. I know it might be cheesy, but it’s times like these when I’m reminded that there is still hope for the future, hope that lies in each and every one of you.”
Oh, gag me, old man. Just shut the fuck up and get on with it, please.
The audience loved it, though, as did all of the teachers chaperoning tonight. Everyone erupted into a fit of clapping, the noise drowning out all common sense, apparently. I could not roll my eyes enough. Jaz just looked like she wanted to kill someone. Couldn’t blame her for that.
The principal set down the king’s crown, moving back to the center of the stage to announce the other winner. “Now, your Winter Queen.” He paused, glancing at the envelope again. He could not hide the shock from his face when he read the next name: “Jazmine Smith.”
No one clapped. In fact, a few curious whats were heard in the audience. Jaz and Bobbi met eyes.
The principal, oblivious to the fact that the results had clearly been rigged, went on, “If Jazmine Smith is here, come on up. Accept your crown. Trust me, it’s more beautiful up-close.” He stuffed the envelope back into his pocket and waited.
My eyes were glued to her as she stood, as she held her head high and marched through the great room, as she carefully stepped up onto the stage and stopped beside the principal, who’d already picked up the crown when he’d seen her get up. Jaz walked like a woman with purpose, her goal in sight.
And the way she moved those hips…God, I really couldn’t wait until I could bend her over something, anything, and feel her take every inch of me in.
The principal gave Jazmine a smile before moving behind her and setting the crown upon her head. Had to say, it looked a lot better as it sparkled on top of her head than it would’ve on any other girl here.
“Thank you,” Jaz said, grinning. She opened her mouth to say something else, but a third presence stormed onto the stage, fuming.
Ah, there she was. The bitchy blonde who had it out for my girl.
Brittany wore an elegant red dress, her blonde hair swept onto a single shoulder, her hands wearing satin gloves. “Bullshit,” she growled out, loud enough to be caught by the mic the principal was holding. “You didn’t win!”
The principal appeared uneasy at the sight of conflict, looking pale as he tried to gesture for Brittany to take a step back, away from Jaz. “Now, now, Ms. Pots, you lost, fair and square.”
“I want a recount,” Brittany demanded, her fists clenched at her sides as she stared daggers at Jaz. “We all know you didn’t win, Jaz. We all know it!” She sounded like a raving lunatic, and not a single Midpark student in the audience leaped to stand with her, not even her friends. Hell, not even the teachers watching the fiasco go down lifted a finger to help get her off the stage.
Everyone was motionless, shocked at the turn of events. Everyone wanted to simply watch what would happen next.
“You’re a liar, Jaz, a fake. You’re nothing,” Brittany growled out.
“Now, Ms. Pots, I won’t have you name-calling—” But the principal was drowned out by the sudden playing of a movie on the screen.
I hadn’t seen it for myself, not until now. A video from that party, when Jaz had been humiliated. It looked like it was taken from an awkward angle, and watching Jaz get laughed out of the house made my blood boil. I started to get up, but Vaughn set a hand on my arm, pulling me back down.
“Fuck,” Bobbi whispered. “She pulled out all the shots.”
“That’s you,” Brittany spoke as she pointed at the screen. “You’re nothing but a fucking bitch pretending you belong here, and I’m tired of your shit.” The principal tried to grab her—something which he was attempting to avoid before all the swearing—but she managed to push him back.
Jaz held her ground, shrugging as she said, “I might be a liar. I might be a fake. I might be nothing but a bitch, you’re right.” She cocked her head, taking a single step towards Brittany as she added, “But I’m the bitch with the crown now.”
That was all Brittany needed to lunge for her, to lose what sanity held her back. But Jaz was ready for her. After all, she’d been seeing Jacob frequently these past few weeks. All Jaz had to do was sidestep her, and she’d avoid Brittany’s attack.
But that’s not what my beautiful girl did.
No, she did something much better, and arguably much worse.
Jaz lifted an arm, swatting it through the air, causing Brittany’s outstretched hands to fly to the side, and then she went for her ankle, sweeping her own heeled foot under Brittany’s, which made the attacking girl lose her footing.
It all happened so fast, but in the blink of an eye, Brittany had fallen off the stage, landing in a crumpled, beaten heap.
She was fine, of course. The stage only stood two feet above the floor, but it was enough to make her lose her gusto, to make her anger simmer into a raging hatred. And, amazingly enough, it was enough to cause most of the audience watching to laugh.
To laugh at Brittany, something which I bet no one had ever done before.
As the principal hurried to make sure Brittany was alright, the DJ was busy pushing aside the friend that had hijacked his laptop when he wasn’t looking to play the video—a flash drive, from what it looked like.
Brittany got up, but her dress must’ve caught on some of the sound equipment, for it ripped on the side, all the way up to her thigh, exposing the fact that she wore nothing but a thong underneath the dress.
Oh, hell yeah, that made everyone laugh even more.
As the principal struggled to help hide Brittany’s predicament, Jaz walked off the stage, ignoring Brittany’s shouting. She allowed herself a tiny smirk as she walked to our table, looking damned good in that crown.
Never thought I’d be eager to go down on a princess, but I guess there was a first time for everything.
“Hell yeah,” Bobbi said, grinning. “That was epic, minus the video her friend played, but it isn’t like everyone hasn’t seen it before.”
I wished I could wipe the minds of everyone who’d seen that fucking video. No one should see Jaz that upset, that heartbroken and embarrassed. Truly, that bitch Brittany got what she deserved, finally. No crown, no boyfriend nearby, nothing but a torn dress and a naked ass.
“Thank you for helping,” Jaz said, grinning at Bobbi and Grace.
Bobbi shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. This went so much better than I thought it would.” She laughed.
To Vaughn and me, Jaz said, “Come on.” She grabbed her jacket and put it on, displaying the slut label proudly. I practically leaped out of my seat and grabbed her hand, and as Vaughn dialed the driver and told him to pull up to the door, we left, hand in hand, leaving the dance before the music could resume playing.
Leaving that bitch Brittany where she should be, on the floor, without the crown she so desperately wanted.
I had no idea why crowns were such a big deal when it came to some girls, but I knew the only reason Jaz wanted it was to keep it out of Brittany’s dirty, filthy clutches. That, I could applaud. Fuck, she really looked badass up there, taking Brittany down without a problem. I really couldn’t wait to get her alone.
Or, well, alone with Vaughn in the limo. Whatever. Semantics.
Chapter Twenty-Seven –
Vaughn
Brittany storming the stage was not something I expected, but I was proud of the way Jaz handled herself. She truly did look good in that crown, too. The jewels of this place did not suit her, but for tonight, she would be my queen.
We walked out of the country club, and by the time we exited, my family’s driver had already pulled up and parked before the doors, waiting for us. He stood near the back door, holding it open, black sunglasses hiding his eyes, a hat hiding his head. He said nothing as we filed in, Jaz between Dante and me.
“Where are we going, sir?” he asked me as I sat in the back row beside Jaz.
I looked to Dante and Jaz. Jaz was busy eyeing up her crown, while Dante only had eyes for her. “It ain’t midnight yet” was what he chose to say, and I knew his meaning. I…I agreed with him.
Maybe not the sex part, but dancing with her had felt nice. She did do things to my body no other girl had, and I seriously doubted no other girl ever would. Jaz was it for me; I was not interested in anyone else, ever. Needless to say, I wanted to spend as much time with her tonight as I could.
“Take us somewhere quiet,” I said, and the driver only responded with a nod. My family had a wild streak; nothing would surprise him, though perhaps it would simply because it was coming from me.
When the driver shut the door and got in the front, I glanced at the other two people near me. Dante had snaked the crown out of her hands, setting it on top of his head. “How does it look on me?” he asked, smirking.
“Not nearly as good as it looks on me,” Jaz muttered, snatching it back.
“I can agree with that,” Dante spoke, running a hand along his jaw, a finger over his bottom lip, as if he was imagining tasting her. “I bet you’d look even better if that crown was the only thing on you.”
Jaz met his smirk with one of her own. “You wish.”
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