The Elites Of Weis-Jameson Prep Academy: The Complete Series (A High School Enemies To Lovers Bully Romance Box Set)

by Rebel Hart

  I barely have time to see its Emmett as I meet up with him at the end of the day. The moment he sees me, he rushes up to me and pulls me in close, squeezing so tight I can barely breathe. The moment he lets go he crashes his lips into mine, reminding me how badly we need to sneak away together as soon as possible.

  “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he says passionately, pressing his forehead to mine. “Your mom wouldn’t let me come over last night. I almost drove over anyway and snuck in through the window.”

  “You should have,” I smile. But really, I wonder if I would have slept right through it.

  “I want to kill those fuckers,” he fumes suddenly, pulling away from me with clenched teeth and seething anger. “I can’t believe they did that to you.”

  “Well, the police don’t seem to think we have any way of proving they did it,” I shrug.

  His eyes cut over to me, full of as much disbelief as mine were when I first talked to the police. But there’s also a look of acceptance. He knows as well as I do how things work around here, and we’re better off not holding our breath for the new Elites to ever suffer any consequences for their actions. Conveniently, all the evidence is crashed down in the valley anyway. Right where I would be lying right now if it weren’t for Coach Granger.

  “Well, all that matters is that you’re okay,” he softens, pressing his lips to my cheek again. “I don’t know what I would’ve done, Ophelia…if…”

  “Shhh,” I whisper into his ear. “Don’t think about that. What are you doing right now? Let’s get out of here. I need to see you…like, really see you…alone…” I playfully trail my fingers down the front of his pants, teasing between his legs.

  “Don’t you have practice?” he asks reluctantly.

  “Shit!” I remember suddenly. “You’re right. Ugh…I want to skip it. I’m sore and I’d rather be with you.”

  “You better not,” he insists, looking just as disappointed as me. “You’re in the home stretch now and you need to be in tip-top shape for all those scouts that have been sniffing around.”

  “I know, you’re right,” I sigh.

  We linger there getting in as many long, deep kisses as we can before I force myself to leave him to go to practice. Despite my aching joints, I do surprisingly well. I figure it’s from all the anger boiling in my veins. It pushes me to fly past all the other girls on the team. I make a special point to show up the brunette who is one of the Elite’s newest members.

  Coach Granger is nice enough to give me a ride home. But when I get there, Brendan and my mom are in a panicked state of planning. They can’t afford to get me a new phone or a new car right away, and their work schedules prevent them from being able to drive me around everywhere until we can afford everything. I assure them Emmett will help at times they can’t, and there’s Coach too. As for money, I suggest getting a job, but they insist that the only things I should be focusing on right now are school, exams, and track.

  Somehow, we manage to figure it out, but each day I feel like more of a burden to everyone. I’m feeling particularly bummed out one day as I step out of my last class and pull out my cheap refurbished flip phone to text Emmett. I thought he’d take me home, but then I remember he said he’d be busy this afternoon. With no other choice, I walk to the bus stop and wait. By the time I finally arrive home, I’m angry to see my mom’s car sitting in the driveway. She could’ve saved me at least a half-hour by coming to get me if she was free.

  But I quickly realize why she didn’t pick me up when I step inside the house. I find her at the kitchen table with none other than my good old dad, Theo, sitting across from her. Great, I think. I’m already in a terrible mood. This is just what I need.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I blurt out, too tired to play nice.

  “Ophelia!” my mom scolds. “Language! Please!”

  Theo just smirks. “That’s okay, Lala. I guess it is still a shock to see me pop up, which is my own fault.”

  A bitter, suppressed laugh sneaks out of me. He still hasn’t answered my question, and I’m in no mood for any of this.

  “Ophelia, honey. Come sit down,” my mom beckons, making this little meeting of theirs sound important, which only makes me more nervous.

  “What’s going on?” I ask impatiently as I join them at the table.

  She looks to Theo who nods and pulls a slender white box from his pocket. He slides it across the table into my hands.

  “What’s this?” I raise a brow at him, feeling skeptical.

  “Open it,” he commands with a grin.

  I pull off the thin lid and gasp at the sight of it. A brand-new smartphone. I’m instantly excited and imagine tossing my old flip phone into the fireplace. But it all fades quickly as I remember who handed the box to me. I look up at Theo who has a huge, smug smile plastered across his face. He’s getting way too much satisfaction from rushing in to help when I’m in no position to say no. It irritates me so much that, for a moment, I forget my mom is sitting next to us. I slap the lid back on and slide the box right back to him.

  “Ophelia,” my mom gasps in disappointment and embarrassment.

  “Thanks, but no thanks,” I bark.

  “I appreciate your independence,” he responds slowly, biting back anger. “But you need a phone, Ophelia. One that can access email and other things. Now more than ever while you’re deciding where you’ll go to college and taking your final tests. Graduating. People need to be able to get in touch with you.”

  “The flip phone works fine,” I quip back stubbornly. “We’ve made it this far without your help, Theo. We’ll be okay without your handouts.”

  My mom lets out a heavy sigh, gearing up to lecture me. But Theo raises his hand to silence her and gets ready for his own speech. I hate seeing them together like this. Like two parents working together. Which I guess is what they are, but I still have a hard time seeing Theo as anything beyond a sperm donor.

  “It’s not for you. It’s for me,” he explains, almost looking choked up. “I can’t do anything about the past, but I do think about it all the time. All those years I let go by without making more of an effort to see you. To help you two while you struggled…”

  “It’s fine,” I cut him off. “Brendan helped. We didn’t need you.”

  “As I was saying,” his voice tightens. “I can’t do anything to take all that back, but I do owe you. I owe you more than I could ever repay, but the least I can do is help you now like I should have been helping all this time. Take the phone, Ophelia. And more than that, I’d like to give you a new car.”

  “What!?” I shriek, feeling like someone knocked the wind out of me. “A new car!?”

  “Well, new for you,” he adds. “It’s used, but in great condition. All ready for you to drive.”

  I’m filled with so many conflicting things that I don’t know what to say. On the one hand, Theo is right. He does owe us. And since he’s so insistent on showing up now and redeeming himself somehow, I might as well use it to my benefit. It’s not like I asked him to do any of this. And living without a decent phone or car has been hell.

  But I also wonder if he knows what really happened to my old car. If he knows the Elites tried to kill me. He can’t, not by hearing the story from my mom. I never would have been targeted by them in the first place had Theo not been blacklisted by them all those years ago. Or even if he would have just let things be instead of coming after them for revenge. In that light, it’s really his fault I don’t have a car right now in the first place.

  “Come outside,” Theo begs suddenly.

  “Why?” I shoot back, my mind still racing.

  He doesn’t answer. He just heads for the front door with my mom following behind. I hang back for a moment, taking a deep, frustrated breath. I don’t want to go with them, but I’m not sure it’s worth arguing.

  Reluctantly, I peel myself from my seat and huff out the front door. Theo and my mom are waiting in the driveway. The moment I round the co
rner, the garage door starts to rattle. Behind it is sitting a shiny new car. It’s incredibly tempting and even has one of those big corny bows tied around it. I admire the sheen of the red paint job, and the fact that it isn’t keyed, spray-painted with obscenities or drenched in mystery bodily fluids. Most importantly, it’s not crushed on the side of a mountain.

  “It’s very nice,” I admit quietly with my jaw tightened.

  “It certainly is,” my mother chimes in. “Could you give us just a moment, Theo?”

  “Of course,” he replies before strolling away down the sidewalk.

  “Mom, I’m sorry. I just don’t…,” I start before she even has a chance to lay into me. But she raises a finger swiftly, demanding me to be quiet.

  “I know, Ophelia,” she shoots back sternly. “I know this is uncomfortable for you. I raised you to be independent. And unfortunately, I also raised you believing you should hate Theo. But things change. People change. He’s trying to make amends. Why not give him a chance?”

  I squirm under her gaze, immediately thinking of about a hundred reasons she’s unaware of that more than justify not giving Theo a chance. But once again, I’m struck down by how hopeful and eager she looks.

  “I’m not asking you to love him or be best friends with him,” she continues. “Just let him help us this one time. We need it. Brendan and I already talked about it, and if he has the means to provide these things for you, we should let him. Like he said, he owes it to you. And you really don’t owe him anything in return, except to say thank you.”

  I let out an exasperated groan as I accept that she’s going to force me to do this, one way or another. And the more of a fit I throw about it, I’m just making myself look like a brat. No matter how good my reasons are. But I know Theo. At least I know how greedy and calculating he is. And she’s wrong about nothing being owed to him in return. That’s not how he operates. All of this is for an end goal, and sooner or later he’ll expect all of us to pay up.

  Then an exciting realization hits me. Taking the car and phone would make Brendan and my mom feel better. It’d be a huge weight off of their shoulders. But as for me…just as soon as I agree to take the things, Theo will leave, and I will be free. In my new car. I could drive over to Emmett’s before dinner and get him into bed. A need that has been so terribly neglected for a while now.

  “Okay,” I announce. “You’re right, Mom. I’m in no position to turn it down.”

  She smiles and nudges me over to Theo, who’s kicking little rocks around on the pavement up ahead. I march over, burning into him with a knowing glare. He knows this is just a small part of a much bigger conversation that we can’t have right now with Mom around. But for now, I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her happy. And then I’m going to go get laid. Finally.

  “Thank you,” I call out to him as I walk closer, but my expression does not match the sentiment.

  “It’s my pleasure,” he grins, ignoring the anger written all over my face. “Every teenage girl needs a car and a phone. And it’s not just about finishing high school. You’ll need them for college too.”

  I nod my head and bite my lip. I don’t know what to do next. Even if it would delight my mom, there’s no way in hell I’m going to hug this man. But a handshake feels awkward too. Mostly I just want the keys so I can go speeding off. If I’m following through with this, I want to take full advantage of the opportunities it affords me.

  “Would you like to stay for dinner?” my mom yells from over my shoulder.

  “I have a study date with Emmett!” I shout back instantly.

  “I’ll get going,” he answers so quietly that only I can hear. He slides his hands into his pockets and looks at me with a humble, bashful expression. He looks sorry for everything, but I still think it’s all just an act. Guys like Theo don’t change overnight. But for once, at least I have something to show for it besides a bunch of father issues and the trauma of being held hostage at gunpoint.

  And those are all the things it feels like I’m driving far, far away from as I hop into my new car and take off down the road. Only after carefully testing the brakes, of course.

  Chapter Eight

  BOOK 3

  I park my new car in front of Emmett’s apartment and try to push down any resentment I feel towards it as I hop out and lock the doors. It’s a favor to my mom. Being the bigger person. Or any number of other excuses I make for it, but nothing seems to shake the sinking feeling in my gut that comes from taking anything from Theo.

  But I do my best to shake it all from my mind as I knock on Emmett’s door. This last semester has had a rough start for both of us and I am more than ready to forget it all for a little while.

  He looks surprised to see me when he answers the door. His lips part, likely to ask how I got here, but I immediately crash my lips to his and push him inside, slamming the door behind us. I roll my tongue into his mouth, not giving him the chance to talk. Soon he melts into our kiss and matches my urgency, squeezing my ass as he pulls me in closer. We fumble through his mostly bare apartment, frantically pulling at each other’s clothes.

  Somewhere in the shuffle, the backs of my thighs find their way up against a countertop. Or a table or some kind of flat surface. I don’t really know or care. I just know it’s been too long and I need him inside of me as quickly as possible. He grips me from behind and hoists me up onto the surface before quickly snaking his fingers between my legs. He doesn’t even bother sliding my panties off. He quickly swipes the thin, wet fabric to the side and slips in.

  Pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, his fingers caress me, with one thumb circling around my sensitive folds. I am already shaking with need by the time he starts kissing down my neck and chest, biting at my nipples through my shirt. I’ve already lost my bra some time after charging him at the door. He sucks and licks at them through the fabric until he grows impatient and slides his palms underneath, stretching around them with a firm squeeze. Soon the shirt is flying over my head, our lips barely parting for a second as he quickly tosses it aside.

  His tongue sneaks across my skin, all the way down to his hand and he lets his mouth take over for his thumb. The minute his hot breath teases me, working alongside his fingers gliding in and out, I thrash my head back with an eager moan. I needed this so badly.

  It’s almost more than I can take as he expertly rolls his tongue around my folds, sucking them into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure. His fingers hook against my g-spot until I feel like I might explode. It’s so intense I find myself pushing him back slightly, but he fights against me and relentlessly pulls me further into his mouth until I am erupting with pleasure. My legs shake in his grip as it slowly fades, and I am still somehow left wanting more.

  I clench my fingers into the curls of his hair and yank his mouth back to mine, relishing in my own taste on his lips. I quickly find my way between his legs and pull the hardness from his tight boxer briefs, stroking it as I urge him to slide inside of me. He’s just as worked up and impatient as me, and quickly uses my dripping wetness to guide himself in.

  He pulls at my legs to angle my hips upwards, moving in and out of me at the perfect angle. But soon we’re lost in each other’s mouths again. He lifts me back into the air, not breaking our kiss or his thrust, and lowers back onto the nearby couch. I rear back, admiring the view of his gaping mouth and clenching muscles as I start to ride him. He’s impossibly hard and throbbing inside of me as I move up and down, gripping the bottom of his shaft with one hand to match my motions.

  He hisses and digs his nails into my thighs. The nerves I feel pulsing through him tell me he’s close. I lift my arms above my head, running my hands up through my hair, giving him a good view of my body as I go faster. But he suddenly grabs my wrists and grips them behind my back, holding me in place as he gyrates his hips, doing all of the work for me. Taking complete control over our pace. With one hand securely wrapped around my arms, pinning them out of the way, he sneak
s his other hand back to my clit.

  “What are you doing?” I moan, quivering from the sensitivity.

  “I won’t cum until you do,” he grunts, thrusting harder and faster.

  “I…already..did,” I stammer out slowly in between the intensifying waves of pleasure.

  “Cum again,” he commands, writhing against me and fingering against my tingling folds. I didn’t think I would cum again, but the moment he says the words and begins moving so skillfully, I instantly feel myself plummeting into another orgasm. It catches me off guard, leaving me trembling and limp as I crash down over his chest.

  He lures me up, keeping his arms gripped behind me, as he turns me around on the couch. With one perfect slap to my ass, he slides back inside of me from behind. I’m so tight around him that in no time at all he is groaning in a way that tells me he is so close to cumming. He quickly pulls out and spills onto my back, rubbing along every inch of my skin within reach with his breathless moans.

  After cleaning up, we reluctantly put some of our clothes back on and lay around on his couch for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  “How did you get over here?” he finally asks, now that he has a chance.

  “You’ll never believe it,” I huff. “My dad bought me a car. And a phone.”

  “Really? I thought Brendan didn’t have the money for any of that right now.”

  “No…Not Brendan. My quote, unquote real dad bought them for me,” I explain.

  I feel his chest flex as he strains his neck to look down at me, studying the expression on my face as if I must be joking. “No shit…” he rasps.

  “You don’t believe me?” I chuckle, still hardly believing it myself.

  “I believe he’d try to do something like that,” he replies. “I just can’t believe you let him.”