by Teagan Kade
Lacey swipes a neon blue cocktail off an alien robot with tray passing between us. “So, Johnson & Johnson, what brings you to the wildlands? Shouldn’t you be at The Trophy Room in your natural element instead of slumming it here with the weirdos?”
I’ve really been missing out if all weirdos are like Tia and Lacey. “I’m a big Star Wars fan. What can I say?”
Lacey’s not about to let that fly. “Would you rather be a Jedi or a Sith?”
Little does she know I’ve done my homework. “A Jedi, naturally, specifically part of the Jedi Sentinel Class given they’re more covert and technologically advanced than the Consulars and Guardians.”
Lacey spits out half her drink. She squints. “Who are you and what have you done with Blake Johnson? And ‘covert’? The last thing you are is covert. What about the time you and that girl from—”
“Drink, Tia?” I interrupt, starting to sweat a little more than I should in this fur ball.
“Sure,” Tia replies, allowing me beautiful, sweet release to get out of there and find the bar.
Han Solo nods as I approach it, cleaning a glass. “There you are, Chewie. What’ll it be? Rancor blood? Settov Hammer? Wookie-wango?”
I shake my head. “Just give me a beer.”
Han winks. “You got it, big boy.”
*
After a couple of bantha milk cocktails, Tia’s in a galaxy far, far away, skipping around Lacey and I as we head back to the apartment.
“As Tia’s newly acquired BFF, I have to ask,” says Lacey, “what are your intentions for her?”
“My intentions?” I scoff, thankful to be free of the Chewbacca head at least.
“You going to pump and dump her like you do every other girl on campus?” It seems Lacey’s filter-free too.
“She’s Coach Reed’s daughter. She’s a no fly zone.”
“And when has that stopped you getting your dick wet?”
Whoa. I take a deep breath. “Coach Reed’s done a lot for me. I’m not looking to fuck that up. Besides, she’s not my type.” Even as the words leave my mouth I know they’re bullshit. She’s more than my type. She’s smart, funny, and honest. I almost think more about her smile than her ass, which is, truth be told, kind of strange.
Lacey, however, is far from convinced. “Guess we shall wait and see, won’t we?”
I point between us. “We haven’t… have we?”
She laughs out loud. “Fuck no. I’ve heard the rumors. I don’t want a warehouse for a vagina anytime soon.”
“You look familiar.”
“What’s that?” Tia calls, bounding up the path ahead, one of her buns undone, her mocha hair spilling down to her shoulders on one side.
“Nothing,” I shout.
Lacey jumps in front of me. “I’m small, but I can be mean when I want to. Fuck with my girl there and I don’t care how big your dick is, it’s coming off.”
My manhood’s copping an awful lot of threats lately. I salute her. “Aye, aye, captain.”
“Good,” she says, firm, but I see the smile lingering there.
*
I shake the lump under the quilt. “Wakey, wakey.”
“Go away,” comes a squeaky voice.
I’m about to pull the covers off when I realize it might not be the best idea. She might sleep in the nude for all I know. My cock stiffens thinking about it.
I lift the covers back enough to see a beautiful, tangled mess of hair and soft, bee-stung lips peeking out of it below. “Few too many cocktails at the Mos Eisley Cantina last night?”
Tia yawns. “What’s the time, Mr. Wolf?”
I look to the bedside clock. “Four-thirty.”
“In the afternoon?” she says, hopeful.
“Morning. Time for training.”
“You can take your training and—”
Right on cue the alarm clock goes off. She sits bolt upright, her night shirt hanging off her shoulder and the top of a breast visible, pale and perfect. I want to fill my hand with it, hold onto it while I dive between her legs, but no. Never going to happen.
She slaps at the clock, finally collecting it. It topples onto the floor and cuts off.
She puts two hands up to her head. “Why does it feel like I’ve been sleeping in a cement mixer all night?”
She sees her top is down, pulling it up and blushing. “Shit. Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
I hand her a glass of orange juice and two aspirin. “For the cement mixer.”
She takes them, fingers like silk. “Thanks.”
I stand, not that I want to leave. “See you in five?”
“If I can find my feet.”
*
I’m used to shaking off hangovers in the pool. The water’s good for that, for physical and mental health, though I’m typically thinking about my last lay instead of my next.
I deliberately get Tia to swim ahead of me, focusing on the way the globes of her ass press and roll, her smooth legs and tiny feet kicking. With that sight in front of me I could swim the Pacific Ocean and back.
The only problem is trying to get out of the water when you’ve got an iron bar bent in your swimsuit.
I wrap a towel around myself, standing sideways and tucking my cock down as much as I can. I’d have better luck tying it in a knot. Tia sits on a diving block catching her breath, hands on her hips.
I take a seat on the block opposite.
Outside, the sun’s lifting in the windows, backlighting the mist rising from the surface of the pool, every wall and pane of glass golden.
I lean over my knees, pressing the towel down between them to hide my monster boner. Talk about drag. “How’s your head?”
She pulls off her cap and googles, hair spilling out. She shakes through it with one hand, diamond droplets falling to the floor. “Better, thanks.”
“Nothing like a bit of physical exertion early in the morning.”
She rolls her eyes. “So Lacey tells me.”
Fucking Lacey. “What exactly did she tell you?”
“She says you like company—a lot of company. I mean, I don’t blame you. You’re an attractive guy.”
Compliment noted. “I am, am I?”
I know I should tell her she’s attractive in return. Hell, I’ll call from the rooftops she’s the hottest girl I know, but I think of Coach and keep my mouth shut. I thought the bastard tortured me in the pool, but this is a new, creative kind of cruelty.
She licks her lips. “You’re in great shape, clearly,” she says, gesturing to my arms. “Most guys would kill for a body like that.”
“If you want to stroke my ego, you’re going about it the right way.”
She laughs, wrapping her hair around the side of her neck and ringing it out with two hands. “I think your ego gets stroked more than enough without my help.”
“Lacey tell you that too?”
Her eyes have turned honey in the light. “Lacey told me to stay the hell away from you.”
“And you always do what you’re told?” The line comes out automatically. I’m powerless to stop my own charm.
She lifts her leg up, swimsuit pulling tight against her crotch. “Most of the time.”
Jesus. This shower better be sub-zero. I’m not joking. If my cock gets any stiffer I’m going to get brain damage from the blood loss.
I’m looking at her and she’s not the girl at the bar, the pole-vaulter or track chick, the ass or rack or whatever it is I feel I need to tick off my list. She’s different.
And she’s completely untouchable.
I stand, trying to bunch up the towel a little between my legs. “See you at the food court?”
“Greasy burgers that look like they could kill a bear? Wouldn’t be anywhere else,” she smiles.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TIA
We hit The Trophy Room late. Cutter, Magnus and Billy are there. Judging by the empty glasses, they’ve been there a while.
Blake high-fives Cutter and r
ubs Magnus’s ginger mop. “Fuckers, what’s new?”
Billy leans back against the bar. “Chillin’, brewin’—you know how it is.” I sense Billy wants to make a comment about Blake and I arriving together, but he holds his tongue. Good boy. “You guys been… training?”
Blake takes a stool. “We’ve been checking out Carver’s finest.”
Billy smirks. “That pole-vault chick? Because I mean, damn, she can vault my pole any day.”
Blake leans forward and shoves him. “No, you idiot, burgers from the food court.”
Billy looks to me. “So he’s shown you his special meat. Guess that means you’re part of the inner circle now.”
“We’ll see,” I wink. “Now, what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?”
I’m guessing the answer is ‘not very much’.
*
I’m three shots down and feeling the effects. I hardly drank a drop of alcohol back home and here I am headed for AA.
I send a quick message and look up, Blake with his elbow on the bar watching me carefully.
I glance up. “Can I help you with something?”
“Just ’mirin.”
I erupt with laughter. “God knows how you get any when you talk like that.”
He puts his hands up with mock gangster signs. “Why you got to be buggin’, girl? Can’t you see I’m the Mack Daddy around here?”
I place my phone back into my bag and turn to face him. “You’re whiter than Mitt Romney in a snow storm. How about you leave the ‘buggin’’ to the real gangsters.”
The others pick up on this, standing and replying with an “Oh!”
Billy shakes his head. “The burn, bro. She’s lighting you up.”
Blake smiles back, studying me. “Easy coming from a skinny-ass cracker like you.”
I laugh. “Pity you’ll never be the man your mother is.”
The squad guys explode. Gotcha. “Day-um!” one of them shouts. “She’s got you there.”
Blake steps right up to me, fronts me real good. “Looks like your face caught on fire and someone tried to put it out with a fork.”
Another “Oh!” from the crowd, a few outsiders picking up on the dis battle.
I press myself up against him. “If you were twice as smart, you’d still be stupid.”
Moderate laughter. That one might have been a bit high-brow for these bozos.
Blake nods, crossing his arms. “Guess you must have born on a highway given that’s where most accidents happen.”
“You’re a failed abortion whose birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory,” I retort.
“Why don’t you take that mask off? Halloween isn’t until October.”
“What died on your neck? Oh shit, it’s your head.”
“You’re so stupid you’d drown in a Mexican wave.”
“You make blind kids cry you’re so fucking ugly.”
We’re smiling at each other, everyone in hysterics. It’s sort of cool being part of the crowd. I didn’t even know I had this in me.
Blake puts out his hand. “Truce?”
I take it. “Only if you buy me another drink.”
I hear the vroom vroom of a motorbike revving outside. I look through the windows. It’s Ethan, right on time.
Blake looks through the front doors, sees the bike. “What the fuck is he doing here?”
I gather my things and down the last of my drink, standing. This isn’t going to go down well. “He’s here for me, actually.”
The look of shock on Blake’s face is so fantastic I almost wish I could carbon-freeze it for posterity.
The others look equally bemused.
Blake gestures out the door. “You’re joking, right?”
I start walking away. “Got to go, sorry.”
“Tia!” he yells, but I’m already through the doors slinging one leg over the back of the bike.
“Ready,” nods Ethan, watching the others with a sly grin.
“Ready,” I reply, the bike burning away in a cloud of dust.
I look back to see Blake crash through the doors, two hands on his head like the situation’s so unbelievable it might just pop clean off.
CHAPTER NINE
BLAKE
I pride myself on being a pretty good judge of character, but with Tia I simply don’t know anymore. Maybe she’s a sucker for assholes. Yeah, like every other girl I know. Not that you haven’t used it to your advantage.
But girls know what they’re getting when they hook up with me. They’re not looking for a five-course dinner or a diamond ring. They want to be part of the legend, to be fucked like an animal, by a king. For what? It all seems so stupid now.
It’s been a long time since I was this angry, not since Ethan showed me the Carver Fuckbook he’d created. Those Polaroids were meant to be private, mementos, but he stole them, scanned them and put them out there for the world to see. What could I do in the end but go along with it? Things between us have never been the same since.
I slam the door shut on my way into the apartment, but it’s still not enough to drown out the telltale sounds of sexual congress coming from Billy’s room. His door is open, a girl flat on her back with her ankles behind her head and Billy pounding into her. I kind of have to squint to work out what’s going on. She looks like a human fucking pretzel.
Billy sees me and waves, a big, goofy grin on his face. Yep, you are definitely adopted.
I shake my head and close his door, not even Metallica’s Black album on full blast is enough to drown them out.
Half an hour later Billy blows into my room freshly showered, a towel around his waist. “Did you see that?”
“Seeing you naked is always the quickest way to ruin a night.”
He sits on my bed, the towel rising a little too high for my liking. “These gymnastics chicks, bro… insane. You should have seen what she did with her—”
I turn back to the computer screen, to World of Warcraft. It’s not the same without Tia sitting next to me. “I don’t want to hear it.”
Billy stands to lean against the desk. He smells like cologne on top of soap on top of cologne. “We should be celebrating. The drought is over. I’m scoring and you’re acting like someone died.”
“Someone might die yet.” I think of Ethan, picture him above her, inside her. Fuck. How could she be so fucking stupid, after what he did to her at that party? I mean, really? My fingers tighten.
“It’s Tia, isn’t it?”
I keep quiet.
Billy shakes his head. “You’ve got to stay out of it, dude. I know you’ve got the hots for her. I see that eye of yours twitching whenever she comes into the room.”
I slash a character on screen with my battle axe. Feels good. “My eye does not twitch.”
He nods. “Uh-huh. When you’re really into something, when you’re kind of nervous and weird, it twitches, like this.” His impression looks more like a pirate being electrocuted.
I push him off the desk. “How about a little peace, huh?”
“Piece of ass? Because gym girl’s got a girlfriend who’d love a bit of Goliath action.”
I keep slashing on screen. “Not interested.”
He starts to walk away. “Suit yourself, man, but seriously, forget Tia. There’s only one place that road heads.”
I can’t resist. “And where’s that?”
He stops in the doorway. “Disaster, bro. Fucking disaster.”
*
I play until my wrists ache and my eyes are blurry, but I can’t seem to shake the thought of her, of what she’d be doing right now with him.
Forget her, like Billy said.
I switch off the monitor and climb into bed, consider jerking off for the first time in forever but can’t even summon the energy to even do that.
It’s two in the morning when my phone starts to buzz on the pillow beside me.
I roll over and claw for it in the dark. What. The. Fuck?
I don’t
even bother to check the caller. I swipe and answer. “This better be good.”
“I need your help.” It’s Tia.
I sit bolt upright, suddenly wide awake. “What is it? What’s he done? I’ll fucking—”
She doesn’t sound distraught. “I’m fine.”
“What happened? Did he—”
“Can you come to Ethan’s room?”
“At the dorms?”
“Yes.”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
The last thing I want to do is deal with him tonight. “Why?”
“I can’t explain. Can you help or not?”
Damsel in distress—of fucking course I’m going to say yes. “Fine. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Her next words take me a little by surprise.
“Bring rope.”
*
It’s so cold out I’m sure my balls have drawn up into my abdomen somewhere. Everyone’s asleep given training starts up again tomorrow morning. It’s deathly quiet in the dorms. I knock on Ethan’s door as softly as I can.
Tia answers it almost immediately still dressed in the same clothes she left The Trophy Room in.
Thank god for that.
I look past her but can’t see anyone else, only the cluster-fuck of clothes and crap Ethan calls a room. “Where’s Ethan?”
“The bathroom. Come on.”
Admittedly, I’m a little worried where she’s going with this.
I look into the bathroom and find Ethan completely naked slumped against the wall next to the sink. I turn to Tia. “What the fuck is going on? Is he…?”
“Dead?” she laughs. “No, that might be taking it a little too far.”
“Take what a little too far?”
“Revenge,” she smiles.
Ethan gives a little wheeze. So she’s telling the truth. “I’m lost.”
Tia closes the bathroom door. “You know my friend Lacey?”
“The gymnastics chick? Yeah.”
“Before I came here to Carver we got talking a little. I met her online, wanted to have at least one friend here before I arrived.”
I lean against the wall scratching my head. “I still don’t see what this has to do with Ethan?”
“Ethan really screwed her over. Lacey, that is.”
“Ethan screws everyone over.”
There’s a whimper from behind the door. “I know, but what he did to her is truly despicable. It was consensual, yes, but putting her on that website, calling her the worst lay he’d ever had? He ruined her life. Now I’m going to ruin his.”
