Bully Anthology: Boys of Westview Academy, books 1-4

by Mina Thorne

  This was beautiful payback.

  I would have let it just happen but I needed more than this, I needed more than them doing this in the dark without anybody knowing.

  I needed Becca and Taylor to be humiliated in public.

  “One of us has to tell her dad,” I whispered as we walked back into the building. “Who would he trust?”

  “My dad is friends with her dad,” Rome said. “They go way back, they went to school together and go on fishing trips together every year.”

  “Then you go tell him you saw Taylor taking Becca out back and you’re worried because Becca seemed drunk.

  “Any time,” Rome replied with a crooked grin. “You’re a crazy girl, but I like it.”

  “Good,” I said. “Liking my craziness means more kisses.”

  He nodded at that and took off, eager to prove himself to me.

  I loved this level of control. I loved that I had three of them eating out of my hand.

  And I loved the freedom it gave me to become myself, to protect myself and get even with those who had hurt me in the past.

  It was great to be me.

  Chapter 54

  It all went down so beautifully I couldn’t even believe it myself.

  Tricia and Kit filled me in on what I missed, but I did get to see a lot of it from my vantage point at the top of the stairs behind the potted plants.

  Becca’s dad had reacted right away when Rome had conveyed the news about his daughter and the creepy tennis instructor.

  He’d gathered a couple guys, my dad included, and they’d run to the gazebo in the back of the club near the pool. The exact same one that had almost been the site of my rape.

  Becca’s mom and a few women had trailed behind them once they figured out something was up.

  The five of us had stayed drinking schnapps and waiting in our spot to watch it unfold.

  But all we heard was yelling and all we saw was Taylor being dragged out of the gazebo with his shorts down around his ankles, his mullet wig askew and Becca’s dad punching him every chance he got.

  “What’s that all over his legs?” Roland asked in shock. Taylor was covered in something, and I knew exactly what it was.

  “Shit. I made sure she would shit herself,” I snickered.

  “Fucking awesome,” Barrett said in a low voice. “I fucking hate that guy.”

  “I never knew what he did to you,” Rome said. “The three of us should have messed him up for you.”

  “It’s not too late,” Whitt added, “I know where the fucker lives.”

  I saw Taylor being dragged across the patio and towards the side entrance we’d taken. All at once staff came running past us, down to the gazebo, and lights lit up the back pool area.

  “We should go,” I said. “I don’t want any connection to this. Besides, I want to see what’s going on with Elaine.”

  I ran into Kit a few moments later though, and apparently Taylor had tried to take advantage of a passed out Becca.

  He’d gotten her dress up and pulled his shorts down and positioned himself between her legs and lifted her up.

  The motion of him moving her pelvis and the added pressure of his body on top of hers had caused the explosion.

  Diarrhea had burst from her ass and sprayed down Taylor’s hard on. It hadn’t stopped either, it had kept blasting from her as he’d desperately tried to get away.

  He’d ended up covered in it, he’d gotten shit on his dick and down the front of his body.

  In fact, when Becca’s dad had tried to beat him up, Taylor was so covered in it that Becca’s dad had just landed random punches here and there. It was too disgusting to hit him in most places.

  Kit could barely finish telling us about the details because we were all laughing so hard. I had tears streaming down my face and could barely catch my breath.

  Sienna had found us just afterwards and begged to know what happened.

  When I told her, leaving out my part of it of course, she had laughed so hard she actually almost passed out.

  It was a great moment on a great night.

  But I had one more thing to do before I could drink more schnapps and really enjoy myself.

  We had found a table near the back of the room, far from the dance floor where our parents were showing their moves to some awful old school tunes. I was a little embarrassed to see my dad attempting to hip hop dance when they DJ played Tupac, but everybody else’s parents were just as embarrassing.

  “Haven’t they heard of Post Malone?” Sienna asked me as we watched with teenaged judgement.

  “Right? Or at least something they might like, Taylor Swift or Drake,” I laughed.

  “I can’t believe my mom and dad are dirty dancing,” Chase said and cringed. “Please, somebody just shoot me now.”

  “Can we head out back with some more drinks?” Roland asked. His date had shown up and I could tell he was getting anxious about spending time with him. They had great energy and I liked them together…and I totally got the urgency to get away from the old shitty music and awkward parental dancing.

  “We will in a minute, I promise,” I told him and shoved the bottle of peppermint schnapps at him. We were almost done though and had nothing else.

  He made a disgusted face and said, “Oh god, no. How about I hit the bar because I’m legal, and I’ll bring us something good?”

  “They’re just serving drinks, we can’t all share one drink,” I said.

  “I know one of the bartenders,” he said with a wink. “I can get a bottle.”

  “You’re our hero, bro,” Barrett said with a laugh. “I knew there was a reason to have you back!”

  “Yeah, yeah, just don’t follow through with the second part of your girl’s devious plan until we’re back,” he replied.

  He and his date went off in search of something to drink and I watched as Elaine and Dad stopped dancing. Elaine put her hand on her stomach and made a face like she wasn’t feeling that good.

  Which meant the gluten was starting to kick in. Which meant she was bloating and filling with gas.

  Which meant that dress was gonna blow at any minute.

  “I hope he gets back soon,” I said to Sienna and looked around for Roland. “I think it’s going to happen.”

  Roland and his date arrived just in time. Roland held up a bottle of scotch, I’d never had it but I heard it was decent for getting tipsy fast.

  “She looks uncomfortable,” I whispered to Roland and pointed at Elaine.

  “Good, Elena has always been allergic to gluten. She’s probably ready to explode and doesn’t know what to do,” he laughed.

  We weren't surprised when Elaine left the dance floor and headed to the side of the room, near the washrooms.

  Dad went off with some of his work friends, which meant Elaine was probably going to reach full explosive status in private.

  We had to get close at least.

  I felt like one of the Scooby Doo kids as we made our way through the fancy ballroom as a group, trying our best to not look too conspicuous, but practically vibrating with excitement.

  “She’s probably in the women’s washroom,” I said. “Sienna, why don’t you go see so it doesn’t look too suspicious.”

  She nodded and opened the door. She was only gone for a minute before she came out and said, “It’s empty.”

  “What the fuck? Where could she be?” I pondered.

  “Maybe the coat check room,” Whitt said. “It’s private, and she might have gone to get her jacket and go home.”

  “Good thinking! I’ll bet that’s where she is,” I replied.

  We hurried down the hallway to the coat check and once we got close, we heard Elaine moaning in pain.

  I almost felt bad for her.

  Almost.

  And then I remembered all the nasty things she’d said to me, the comments she’d made about Mom, and the way she’d helped Becca humiliate me that first party.

  “She’s gonna blow,” Ro
me snickered.

  “Let’s get this on video,” Whitt said and held up his phone.

  We shushed each other and crouched down, slowly opened the coat check room door and then burst in once it was fully open.

  Barrett hit the lights and they blazed on, illuminating everything in full colourful glory.

  And we found Elaine on her knees in front of Mason.

  Mason’s pants were down around his ankles and Elaine was furiously sucking his dick.

  He yelled when he saw us. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

  His voice went up ten octaves and he squeaked it out near the end.

  “Just fucking perfect, Elena,” Roland laughed. “So on brand for you, I couldn’t have set this up if I’d tried.”

  Elaine pulled back off Mason’s dick and I was pleased to take note that it wasn’t big. I wasn’t even half as long or thick as Barrett’s, Rome’s or Whitt’s.

  “Haha, little dick energy,” Sienna laughed. Chase snorted beside her and she leaned against him.

  “What are you doing?” Elaine shrieked when she saw me. “You can’t tell your father!”

  She twisted as she stood up and the dress finally blew as she released a loud fart. She paused as the dress fell apart and post-fart silence fell on our ears.

  All at once we started to laugh. Mason scrambled to pull up his pants as he ran from the room. Elaine grabbed the first jacket she could find to cover her ruined dress.

  And I looked at Whitt and said, “Please tell me you got all that.”

  He clicked his phone, lowered it and flashed me a gigantic, shit-eating grin. “Oh yeah, babe,” he said triumphantly. “I got every minute of it.”

  “Good, I said and looked around. “Now we can party. I can tell my Dad about this later.”

  We turned to leave but then I stopped, looked at Elaine and said, “If you’re smart, you’ll start packing to move first thing in the morning. This is going to get ugly.”

  “Scotch?” Roland asked and held up the bottle.

  “Don’t mind if I do,” I laughed and we all left the room, heading towards the back of the club to drink.

  As we walked away, I heard Elaine shrieking my name and the sound of something heavy hitting the wall.

  I laughed and kept walking.

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  We didn’t last long on the lawn out back, one of the senior security guards found us and busted us with our bottle of scotch.

  Not that I was upset, it was really gross. I decided I was probably more of a wine cooler or hard iced tea drinker anyways.

  We piled into the extended SUV limo the car service provided and Roland said, “Where’s the party?”

  I looked at my phone and saw Maddy and Brie chatting back and forth about a crazy house party at Josh’s place again and felt a little wistful.

  It was one in the morning here, but ten back home so they were just starting to get ramped up for the night. I didn’t even know where the party was in Harrisburg, all the kids I knew were at the club.

  “I guess the party’s at our place,” I said and shrugged my shoulders. “Why not? Dad’s pretty wasted already and Elaine’s not going to rat us out.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Sienna asked but her eyes lit up and she realized she might be in the center of the party if we managed to pull it off. It would give her massive social cred at school.

  “Why not?” Barrett said, mimicking my shrug. “Fuck it, let’s do it.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about, B man!” Whitt laughed.

  “You’re the real MVP, dude,” Rome added and clapped his hands together. “So who are we inviting? Let’s get this started.”

  “Everyone,” I replied and leaned forward in the seat, looking at them. “Invite everyone you can think about.”

  “You got it, babe,” Whitt said and started texting like crazy on his phone. Barrett, Rome, Chase and Sienna joined in.

  “Now this is going to be a fucking Halloween worth remembering!” Roland laughed and put his arm around his date. “I told you I’d show you a good time.”

  His date laughed and rolled his eyes. “I told you, anything we get up to is good for me.”

  The driver pulled onto our street and slowed down as we got closer to the driveway. Once he drove up, he spoke into our security intercom and the gate opened.

  Barrett leaned out the window and yelled, “Leave the gate open, Charles, we’re expecting company!”

  This was really happening, we were going to have the party of the year. After getting back at Becca, Elaine and getting Taylor and Mason as well, I didn’t think my night could get any better.

  I was wrong. It could get much better.

  Around three in the morning I was basically done.

  Our house was packed wall to wall with kids on the first floor, and the music was pumping from some high-end digital streaming speaker system Dad had installed throughout the entire place.

  Roland was the king of the party, hands down. His date turned out to be a DJ on the side and the two of them handled the absolutely best beats I could have imagined.

  I did my best not to drink too much, but it was tough. I wasn’t a beer drinker, but I got into a beer pong tournament with Rome, Barrett and Whitt that we won, thanks to me.

  But by three in the morning I was done, so done.

  I found my boys talking to a few other guys in the kitchen and I tugged at Barrett’s sleeve.

  “I’m tired,” I said and yawned. I leaned against him and pulled Rome towards me. Whitt, not wanting to feel left out, moved behind me.

  It was nice being tipsy enough to not care who saw us in public. I closed my eyes and soaked up the attention, the way they felt all around me. So strong and warm and completely adoring of me.

  “I think she’s falling asleep,” Barrett said. “I should get her up to bed.”

  “That’s not fair, B man,” Whitt chuckled and moved my hair to the side as he kissed the back of my neck. “You live here, you get to be with her twenty-four seven.”

  “It is kind of shitty, dude,” Rome agreed.

  “Then stay with me,” I said and opened my eyes. “Stay with me tonight.”

  “Who?” Whitt murmured in my ear from behind. “Which one of us?”

  “All of you,” I replied and turned around in their arms so I was facing Whitt. I tilted my face up and he kissed me, his mouth hot and hungry while his hands explored my body.

  I turned to Rome after that and kissed him, he touched me and his mouth was demanding.

  Then I turned to Barrett, the only guy I’d ever had sex with, my step brother and the first boy I’d met in Harrisburg. He was kind of the unspoken leader of my boys, my sexy and complicated and wonderful boys.

  He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly. I groaned and felt Whitt and Rome’s hands still on my body and I needed them all.

  I wanted it so bad, the three of them, that I could barely think straight.

  “Come on,” I said and tugged at Barrett’s hand. “All of you.”

  “You heard her, dudes,” Barrett said and looked down at me with a crooked grin. “You heard our beautiful little minx.”

  We left the party with more than a few people watching us and I’m sure gossip started flying the moment we walked up the stairs together.

  I didn’t care though, I couldn’t care what anybody thought. I had taken down my worst enemies and survived. I didn’t give a rat’s ass what the student body of Westview Academy had to say about anything.

  “Do we call you Khalesi?” Rome asked as we reached the second floor. “Are we still in character?”

  I laughed and turned to touch his rock hard abs, ran my hand up them and said, “That might be a good idea. I could have my blood riders worship me for the night.”

  I did love Game of Thrones, and three sexy barbarian hunks taking me in my bed was appealing.

  But in the end I was just Stephanie Montgomery, high school senior about to have a brilliantly
amazing night with her three boyfriends.

  Her three gorgeous, athletic and brilliant football players. Not barbarians, but rough and tumble and ready for fun.

  “Which room is yours?” Rome asked in a thick tone. He was already aroused, I could tell.

  “Just down here,” I said and broke away from the three of them. I stepped out ahead and turned around, swinging my hips and beckoning them with my hands and eyes. I laughed and said, “Follow me for fun…”

  I continued to walk backwards and they followed, their eyes blazing with lust and their dicks massive and obvious in their leather pants.

  I got to my door, opened it and stepped inside. They came in behind me and Barrett shut it.

  Then he chuckled and locked it carefully.

  “We don’t need Kit finding us in here,” he laughed.

  “Not again, god no,” I said.

  “You two have already…?” Whitt left the unspoken question hanging in the air.

  “You mean fucked?” Barrett asked with a grin. “Yeah, I popped her cherry…sorry guys.”

  Rome looked at me and I nodded. He groaned and said, “You lucky bastard. Well, tonight it’s my turn.”

  He walked to me and kissed my forehead.

  “And mine,” Whitt chuckled and reached for my hand. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my neck.

  “And mine,” Barrett said and joined the other two, surrounding me with their powerful bodies and incredible lust.

  I felt needed and loved and wanted, it was empowering beyond anything I’d ever known.

  Maybe it was the beer or the fact that I’d gotten Becca and Elaine so damned good, but I felt like I was invincible. Like nothing could ever go wrong in my life again.

  Like I could take three boys to my bed and handle everything they threw at me.

  And it turned out I could.

  Chapter 56

  I pulled Barrett to me for a kiss. It felt like I should honor the fact that he’d been my first, so I kissed him as Whitt and Rome kissed my neck and shoulders and began to remove my clothes.