One Family

by Smyth, R. A

  “I want a rematch,” Ty demands, coming to a halt when Barrett and I stop at our lockers, instead of continuing down the hall to his own locker beside Sophie’s.

  “Sure, man. You can’t get much worse,” Barrett chuckles, opening his locker and shoving his shit in it, while I do the same beside him.

  Barrett might be winding him up, but I can tell he’s enjoying having someone to play with. Barrett’s always been into his video games, or any game really, but it’s never been my thing. I’d play with him when he shoved a controller in my hand, but I’m way too grounded in reality to forget my problems and focus on a game long enough to shoot my opponents or win a race.

  Although I can admit to myself that I enjoyed the couple of days the five of us have spent together playing games. I usually struggle to let everything go and just live in the moment, especially with the amount of crap we’ve been dealing with lately, but I found it surprisingly easy to just be in their company. Even Aiden and Ty. I thought I’d struggle more with them. Don’t get me wrong, Aiden is a pain in my fucking side, always thinking he knows best. I’m used to being in charge, to having my word be the final say. Between Barrett and I, he was always the laid back one, happy to sit back and let me take control. Aiden has obviously played a similar role in his dynamic with Ty, so now both of us are struggling to take a backseat and let someone else run the show.

  The crackle of the PA system overhead echoes around the hall before the voice of the Headmaster comes through the speakers. “Boys and girls. There will be an emergency assembly this morning. Please make your way to the auditorium instead of your first period classes.”

  “What do you think that’s all about?” Ty asks, all of us looking at each other with equally confused faces.

  “Who the fuck knows,” Barrett replies, waving off the headmaster’s orders. “Last time he called an emergency assembly, it was for some public image crap. All he gives a damn about is maintaining the school’s prestigious reputation and ensuring parents pour bucket loads of their money into the place.”

  He’s definitely not wrong. In the four years we’ve been attending this school, you could count on one hand the number of times we’ve seen the headmaster. He only ever makes an appearance to greet parents, if he thinks he has a chance of securing a donation from them, and for the press. He doesn’t actually give two shits about the students, only that the school maintains its rank as one of the leading private schools in the country. The school itself does run an intellectually challenging program, and we have enough students on academic scholarships to ensure we remain top of the board for standardized tests, but beyond our educational achievements, we’re basically free to do whatever the hell we want to each other.

  Other than poor grades, the only thing that could ruin such a well-established institution as Crescentwood Preparatory is public disgrace. Hence why Lizzie, Cece and Kurt were all kicked out. God forbid, Crescentwood Prep be affiliated with such shameful individuals. I mean, it totally worked in our favor, and it’s not like the apple fell far from the tree. They all deserved what they got.

  “Come on, we better go,” Sophie says, eyeing the sea of students around us as they gather their belongings and make their way towards the auditorium.

  The auditorium is a large fancy as fuck hall that’s barely used. I’ve only been in it a handful of times over the last four years. They hold graduation and award ceremonies in it, but other than that the hall lies dormant the rest of the year, unless a whole school assembly is required, like today. It’s the only place in the whole school big enough to hold every student from each grade.

  We join the crowd of students as they move through the halls and out the side entrance of the school. The auditorium is a large two-story structure that lies separate from the main building. It has the same gothic architecture as the rest of the school, with its dark stone walls, large stained-glass windows and pointed arches. The whole thing is more reminiscent of a church than a high school building, but everything at Crescentwood Prep is about appearance.

  Stepping up to the entrance, the imposing archway towers above us, blocking out the morning sunlight just starting to break through the clouds and warm up the air around us.

  As the foyer opens up into the large, oppressive hall inside, I lead us over to the row of seats in the far back corner where we can hide out and no one will be any the wiser that we aren't paying attention.

  “Move, ” I bark at the freshmen who had the audacity to pick seats near the back. Everyone knows lower grades are stuck with the crappy seats at the front of the auditorium in full view of the teachers, while the seniors can sit back here and get away with basically anything.

  Plus, being the last two one-percenters left standing and the fact the four of us guys form an intimidating as fuck group, means we have our pick of seats.

  Ignoring Sophie’s elbow as she digs it into my side, I glare down at the kids as they scurry out of the row like their asses are on fire. Not one of them looks me in the eye as they dart past us, muttering apologies.

  “Was that necessary?” Sophie sighs as Barrett pushes past me, squeezing into the row first. Following behind him, I grab Sophie’s hand and pull her along behind me. Taking our seats, Aiden sits down on Sophie’s other side with Ty taking the last seat by the aisle.

  The other students fill up the rows around us, but with a quick glance in our direction, they all steer clear of the one in front of us, giving us a small bubble of privacy.

  Draping my arm along the back of Sophie’s chair, I turn to look at her and slowly lean in so I can whisper in her ear. It’s unnecessary given no one is sitting around us and you wouldn’t be able to hear us anyway over the cacophony of other students, but it’s impossible for me to resist her allure. I’ll take any opportunity to get close to her.

  Inhaling her lavender scent, I soak up the feel of her pressed up against me, taking pleasure in how her breath hitches as my lips brush over her cheek before I bring them to her ear.

  “It is, if I’m going to do what I want to do to you...unless you want everyone hearing when you come on my fingers.”

  Her lips part slightly, a small gasp escaping as her cheeks redden. Her eyes remain looking toward the front of the hall as the Headmaster gets up on the stage, drawing everyone’s attention as the room settles down around us.

  My eyes never leave her face though, taking in her delicate features as her flush deepens, and she bites on her lower lip. She squeezes her thighs together, needing some friction at my dirty words. Smirking as she squirms beside me, I notice when her inability to sit still draws Aiden’s attention and he glances down at her in confusion.

  His eyes roam over her, seeing what I see. The quick rising and falling of her chest, how her tongue flicks out to run along her lower lip, the way her eyes jump around the room, looking to see if anyone is watching us. Our girl is turned on and we haven’t even touched her yet.

  A dark smirk crosses Aiden’s face and he glances up to look at me over the top of Sophie’s head, a knowing look in his eye. Reaching out, he places his hand on Sophie’s thigh, just above her knee as the headmaster begins whatever bullshit speech he’s got for us today.

  “Boys and girls,” he announces, the deep boom of his voice coming through the microphone and echoing out around the hall. The last murmurings subside and the room falls into deathly silence.

  Aiden’s fingers stroke across the soft, sensitive skin of Sophie’s inner thigh. My own hand rests on her other leg, pulling her thighs apart as she tries to squeeze them together, both in an attempt to stop Aiden’s ministrations and to sate the need building within her.

  “Unfortunately I am not here today with good news. I will not be giving out commendations or rewarding academic or sporting excellence.” The headmaster sighs, shaking his head in disappointment before continuing. “As I am sure most of you are aware of by now, several of our senior students have been expelled in recent months for behavior that has not been in keeping with what
we expect here at Crescentwood Preparatory.”

  I zone out of the headmaster’s drivel, focusing my attention back on Sophie as Aiden’s hand slowly makes its way up her leg, her breaths coming in short, quick pants. The closer he gets to the apex of her thighs, the less Sophie pushes against my palm, trying to squeeze her legs together. Instead, she melts into the seat, relaxing under our touch.

  I dip my head, running my nose up the column of her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access as my lips latch onto her skin and I suck and nibble my way up her throat. Licking over her pulse point, I can feel the blood hammering against my tongue, a soft moan escaping her lips before she can clamp them shut.

  “Shh,” I whisper. “You’ve gotta be quiet, Princess, or we’ll have to stop.” Her only response is her hand clamping down on my thigh, her nails digging into my skin through the thin material of my slacks. “Do you want us to stop?”

  “No.” The word comes out as a raspy husk before she slams her lips closed again, as though terrified anything else might slip out and give away what we’re up to.

  Removing my hand from her thigh, I bring it up to grab her chin, bringing her head around to face mine before tilting my lips over hers in a quick, heated kiss. Her mouth opens greedily beneath me, her warm tongue gliding over mine as I soak up her soft moans of pleasure.

  All too soon, I pull back, fully aware that, although we are pretty well hidden back here, we’re not completely invisible. I take in her hooded eyes and swollen lips before casting my eyes back down her gorgeous body, noticing Aiden has hitched her leg over his thigh, spreading her open and enabling him to run his fingers along the lining of her panties. The motion causes her to tilt her hips up as her head falls back against the seat. She’s biting her lower lip so hard, I’m sure she’s cut herself, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care, too overwhelmed with need.

  After he realizes what we’re doing, Ty has subtly shifted in his seat so he’s blocking anyone who could peer in from across the aisle. His heated eyes watch hungrily as our hands slide up Sophie’s smooth thighs, my finger trailing up the middle of her panties.

  I can feel Barrett behind me, watching the action too as I hook Sophie’s leg over my own, spreading her wide for us so I can hook her panties to the side.

  Her eyes roll back in her head at the first touch of my fingers against her clit. I can practically feel her vibrating in the chair beside me, every muscle coiled tightly, begging for release.

  With my arm still hooked around the back of the chair, my body turned towards hers, I lean in, biting gently on her earlobe before kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. I feel her intake of breath as Aiden’s fingers slide through her folds. “Mmm, she’s so wet,” he murmurs softly, keeping his voice low as he sinks his fingers inside of her.

  “That true, Princess?” I rumble against her ear, the words coming out gruff, my voice heavy with my lust for her. “You like the fact anyone could turn around and see us right now? See how much you’re enjoying yourself, how close you are to gushing all over Aiden’s fingers?”

  Tilting her head towards me slightly, she gives me a dark glare, even as her cheeks flush at my words, but she doesn’t dare open her mouth in case her cries of pleasure give her away.

  Smirking back at her, I quicken my fingers on her nub, rubbing her in tight circles as I feel her falling apart beneath our touch. Dipping my fingers lower, I coat them in her juices, before glancing up at Aiden. Slowly pushing my way inside her tight pussy, I feel her walls clench around me as she adjusts to accommodate both Aiden and I.

  Her nails dig painfully into my thigh as she struggles to restrain her moans, but the heat in her hooded eyes and the bucking of her hips is all the encouragement we need, as, working together, we slowly pull out then thrust back into her wet heat.

  Over and over again, we slide our fingers in and out of her tight cunt. Aiden’s other hand comes down to rub at her clit, the combination of sensations her undoing as she explodes, her inner walls clamping down on our fingers as Sophie dives forward, pressing her face against my neck, her teeth sinking into my flesh as she cries out her release.

  A grunt of pain slips through my gritted teeth and I’m pretty sure she’s broken through the skin on my neck, but damn was that fucking hot. Watching her come apart beneath our touch, her face scrunched up with desperation one second then relax in the next as pure carnal need courses through her, is so fucking sexy.

  Sophie keeps her face pressed against my neck as the aftershocks ease off and Aiden and I remove our fingers and untangle her legs from ours. Only then does she press a kiss against the bite marks she’s left and sit back in her seat, giving me a wicked grin before pulling Aiden in for a quick kiss.

  Sitting back in my seat, I suck the taste of her off my fingers, fully aware of Barrett beside me, watching me. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the taste of her on my tongue, that salty sweetness that’s uniquely Sophie.

  When I can no longer taste her, I open my eyes, zoning back in to this stupid assembly. I notice Barrett adjusting his junk beside me, grumbling something under his breath; and I can feel Sophie’s heated gaze drilling into the side of my head. Turning to look at her, I give her a dirty smirk, leaving her wanting more before focusing my attention on the front of the room.

  “Your actions, and those of your families, reflect not only on you, but on this community and in particular on this school,” the headmaster drones on, clearly still being a whiny bitch about the school’s reputation. “Therefore, I feel it is imperative that I remind you all, if you are caught engaging in illegal activity, we will expel you. If you or your family are discovered to be involved in anything that could lead to disrepair, you will be expelled. I don’t care whether or not it occurs on school property or what your excuses are, I have a zero-tolerance policy for any illicit activity. There will be no lenience, no second chances, whether you are directly involved or implicated by association.”

  The guy is getting more and more worked up by the minute, his face turning a blotchy red as he bangs his fist on the podium. “I will not allow one student's rebellious actions to risk the education of many. This institution relies on generous donations in order to provide you with the high caliber education with which you have become accustomed. Donations that are charitably given to shape the young minds of our future leaders. Those donations will not happen if this school is thrown into a social media scandal.

  Taking a deep breath, he reels himself in again before continuing. “Now, consider yourselves warned. If any more incidences occur, drastic action will be taken. I’m talking about random locker searches, banning of phones during the school day, drug testing. You name it. I will do whatever I deem necessary to ensure this school maintains the prestigious reputation it has held proudly for the last one hundred and fifty years.” At this, an indistinct murmur of disgruntlement rises across the room as students quietly protest.

  “That’s all. Get back to class, keep your heads down and focus on your classwork.”

  With that, the room erupts into chatter as students get to their feet, slowly making their way towards the entrance.

  “What a waste of time,” Barrett grumbles.

  “I dunno, I thought it was pretty productive. Definitely my best assembly yet.” I smirk back at him.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he grouches, shoving my shoulder as we leave the row, following behind Sophie, Aiden and Ty as they file out of the auditorium with the rest of the students.

  “I’m guessing that was about Lizzie and Kurt?” I overhear Sophie saying.

  “Yeah and probably Alexis and her friends too,” Ty adds on. “Apparently they were suspended until the charges were dropped and they could only return to school because it wasn’t publicized all over the TV and social media.”

  “Wow.” Sophie gapes at him in surprise. We haven’t discussed any of this with her since the whole Kurt debacle, not wanting to stress her out even more, so I’m sure it’s come as quite a shock.

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nbsp; “It was the least they deserved,” Aiden huffs out. I couldn’t agree more. I know they mostly only did what they did because we told them to, but that’s so not the point. I watched them that day in the dining hall when Aiden and Ty first arrived. They walked over to Sophie’s table, intent on making the guys leave with them by outing Sophie as the school pariah, even though we had told them to back off Sophie. If Aiden hadn’t put Alexis in her place that day, I would have. I mean, I did anyway, it just took me longer than I would have liked.

  Alexis and her friends now scurry around this place doing everything they can to stay off my radar. After their suspension, I may have paid each of them a visit and made it clear they were to stay as far away from Sophie as humanly possible, or they’d find themselves being sent to prison for real next time. Now they’ve gone from being the wannabe mean girls, to nobodies. Just like the Barbies. Just like anyone else will who fucks with us will.

  “So, we’ve officially eliminated all of our enemies at school?” She asks, hope shining in her eyes. It’s sad that it’s come to this, that simply knowing she’s safe at school can make her that happy. It pisses me the fuck off and I have to look away from her while I reign in my anger, taking deep breaths through my clenched teeth.

  “Yup.” Ty smiles back at her.

  “Sure have, baby girl.”

  The bright grin that spreads across her face both pisses me off again and fills me with an unusual sense of pride. Knowing my actions helped put that smile on her face makes me feel proud as fuck.

  “Now it’s just like every other school. Nothing more exciting than class tests and homework,” Ty jokes.

  “I dunno about that,” Sophie laughs, looking at me from the corner of her eye, her cheeks pinking. My dirty girl, her mind going straight to the gutter now that we don’t have to worry about psychotic teenagers anymore.

  Barrett leans down and whispers something in her ear. I have no idea what he says, but her cheeks flame and lust dances across her eyes.