by B. B. Hamel
“If he does that, then he can’t be close to Erik anymore. This isn’t about David.”
She takes a deep breath and nods. “You’re right, I know, but still. Goddamn, Chloe. That’s so fucked up. So basically the coach is, like, oh, yeah, that player can harass a random girl, who cares?”
“I’m not sure it’s so callous, but…” I shrug a little. “More or less.”
“I’m livid.” She rips the paper up into pieces. “I want to kill that stupid piece of shit.”
“Sara. This is why I didn’t tell you.”
“What?” She glares at me.
“You get all… angry. And I’m afraid you’ll make things worse.”
“I wouldn’t,” she says. “I want to help.”
“I know you do. Help by not helping.” I bite my lip. “I’m sorry. I know that’s harsh.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Okay, yes, I can be a little intense sometimes. It’s just because I care about you, Chloe.”
“I know you do.”
We lapse into silence for a long moment. I don’t want to look up, because I’m afraid she’s looking at me with pity. I don’t need pity, I don’t need anything right now. I just want to lock myself in my room and forget all about this. I want to pretend like it never happened, like it’s not real.
But it’s very real, it’s really happening, and I can’t turn it off just because I don’t want to face it.
“Let’s do something about it,” Chloe says suddenly.
I give her a look. “You know we can’t.”
“Seriously. I have an idea.” She grins at me. “I know where he lives.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah, I do too.”
She pouts a little. “Oh, right. You tutored him. I thought this would be a big reveal.”
“How do you know anyway?”
“I dated that guy on the football team, remember?”
“Zack,” I say. “Oh, yeah.”
“Dumb as rocks but so pretty.” She sighs. “Anyway, he took me to a party at Erik’s place one time.”
“So what?” I ask. “I mean, we’re not going to, like… break in there and kill him. And anyway, I already know where he lives. I was tutoring him, remember?”
She frowns at me. Then her frown turns into an evil grin.
“Wait,” I say quickly. “Sara. We’re not going to kill him.”
“No,” she says. “But what if we got some old-fashioned revenge?”
“Be a little more specific because I’m pretty sure you want to burn down his house right now.”
“Tempting. But I was thinking more toilet paper in his trees.”
I smile a little. “That’s… juvenile.”
“I know, right? But come on. We’ll spray paint his door and toilet paper his whole house. It’s stupid but it’ll feel good.”
I bite my lip and consider it for a second. I know it won’t change anything. Erik will keep harassing me and he’ll keep getting away with it.
But it’ll feel good to do something for a change instead of just sitting back and waiting for things to magically go away.
“I think we need to go to the store,” I say.
“Yeah, we do.” She grins at me. “We’ll get those mega huge rolls. And some black spray paint. I was thinking we can write ‘this guy sucks balls’ or something.”
“Maybe just ‘asshole’ or like ‘small dick’ or something a little more succinct.”
“Right, right, okay.” She nods and moves out of the kitchen. “Okay, you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure,” I say. “Fuck it. Let’s get the asshole back.”
She grins at me. “All right. That’s my girl. Let me go grab my wallet then we’ll head out.”
I nod as she leaves the room. I walk over to my bag, grab my wallet and slip it into my back pocket, then cross my arms. I look out our window at the street and for a second, I think I’m making a mistake.
But no, screw that. I’m not backing down. We’re going to pay Erik back, at least a little bit.
It won’t make a difference but at least it’ll feel good.
13
David
I roll up in my truck and park outside of Chloe’s. I text her to let her know that I’m waiting. It’s just after midnight and the streets are empty. No students wander around, and the campus looks dead, at least from where I’m sitting.
I don’t know what the plan is. All I know is Chloe has some kind of revenge planned on Erik. As soon as she called and asked if I could be their ride, I knew I couldn’t turn her down. I’ve been feeling too fucking guilty lately for not being more aggressive with Erik, so I’m willing to do whatever I can to help. Besides, if she’s going after him, no matter how small or petty, I want to make sure I have her back.
I check my phone and a minute later, two girls slip out of the building. I recognize Sara and Chloe as they come running to my truck and cram themselves inside.
They’re both wearing all black, head to toe. Black ski masks, black shirts, black jeans, black shoes. They look like cliché robbers and I’m pretty sure if anyone sees them, we’re all going to get shot.
But that’s not the thing that makes me laugh.
“Toilet paper?” I ask, staring at the big pack in Sara’s hands.
“Hi, David,” she says. “And yes, toilet paper.”
“We’re going to TP his house,” Chloe explains, leaning over toward me. She grins and kisses me. “Thanks for driving.”
I groan. “Are you kidding? That’s what you’re doing?”
“I know, it’s stupid,” Chloe says. “But it’ll be fun. You don’t have to help.”
I hesitate. “It’s juvenile.”
“Yep,” Chloe agrees.
“And he deserves worse.”
“Much worse,” Sara mutters.
“But fuck it. I bet I can throw higher than either of you.”
Chloe laughs, kisses me again, and I put the truck in gear. “So where’s he live?”
Chloe gives me directions as Sara breaks open the toilet paper bundle and gets them ready. She has a couple cans of black spray paint, but I don’t ask what those are for.
Erik lives on the opposite side of campus in a three-story house tucked at the corner of a clean block full of bungalows. The house stands out because it’s much taller, in a different style, and clearly very new. I drive past it and park down at the far end in the shadow of a large maple tree.
“All right,” I say. “You guys ready?”
Chloe nods seriously. “I was born for this,” she says.
“Don’t be dramatic,” Sara says. “But yeah, we’re ready.”
I laugh and grab a roll. “Okay. We’ll head over, throw the TP, and run back. Got it?”
“Got it.” Sara pulls down the mask.
I frown at them. “No masks though, please. I don’t want someone to call the cops.”
Sara sighs. “But it’s so cool.”
Chloe pulls her mask down. “We’re masked up, David. Get on board.”
I laugh and shake my head then jump out of the truck. “Come on.”
We move down the sidewalk together. I take point and hurry past the quiet, dark bungalows. Nothing stirs, nothing moves, as we hurry toward Erik’s place. I have no clue how many people live in that building, but I’d guess it’s full of football players. It occurs to me that it might be a little confusing to the people that live in there, and they might not realize who we’re targeting.
But fuck it. As soon as we reach the front, I throw my TP roll as high as I can up through a tree. It spirals back, paper looping through a branch, and drops back down.
“Throw!” I hiss as the girls, and they start chucking.
They’re not great at it. Sara misses a few times before she manages to get the hang of it. Chloe is more of a natural, putting backspin on the roll to make sure the paper flies out as it soars through the air. We loop the rolls through the biggest tree a few times, making sure to g
et it as high as possible, before moving on to the other smaller trees and the bushes.
I hear something shake and look over at Sara takes the spray paint from her bag.
“Sara,” I hiss, but she ignores me.
She walks to the front door. Chloe stands next to me and we both watch as Sara sprays the words “Erik Is A Bitch” across the front door. When she’s done, she throws the can into a bush and turns to us. She gives a little bow and Chloe stifles a laugh.
“Come on,” I say. “We’d better go.”
A light suddenly snaps on inside the building. I grab Chloe’s hand and pull her away.
“HEY!” someone yells from a window. I don’t recognize the voice, but it doesn’t matter. I yank Chloe behind me as we sprint away, hurrying back to the sidewalk and down toward the truck. “HEY, STOP! I’M CALLING THE COPS!” Sara comes sprinting up beside us, laughing her head off, her mask pulled down over her face.
We reach my truck and they jump in the passenger side as I get behind the wheel. I turn it on, put it into gear, and drive off.
The girls crack up. They laugh with a mix of real joy and relief. We almost got caught, almost got fucked, but we made it out of there. And we covered that front yard in toilet paper.
I drive around for a little bit, taking the long way to the other side of campus, before slowing down and stopping in front of their apartment.
“The spray paint was a nice touch,” I say.
“Thank you,” Sara says.
“Your handwriting with it was surprisingly good,” Chloe says.
“Oh, well, I’ve had practice.” Sara grins but doesn’t elaborate. “Thanks for the ride, David.”
“Sure thing, ladies. Can’t have you two walking around LA looking like old-timey burglars.”
Sara opens the door and slips out, but Chloe doesn’t move. Sara looks back at her then grins.
“You coming?” she asks.
Chloe shakes her head and looks at me. “I want to come back with you,” she says.
I nod once. “Then you can.”
“Have a nice night, you two,” Sara says, slams the door shut, and runs back up into their apartment.
I stare at Chloe for a long moment. “Feel better?” I ask, my voice soft.
She bites her lip. “Not as much as I thought,” she says. “But yeah, a little bit. I think I do.”
I laugh and reach out. I grab her hair and pull her to me, kissing her tight. I taste her lips and tongue and feel my heart beat hard in my chest as my desire whirls up all around me. Fucking hell, I want this girl, I want her bad.
“Come on,” I growl and start driving back to my place.
I’m proud of her. As I drive back to my apartment, I realize that I really am proud. She took it upon herself to get revenge on that fucking asshole, and even though she did it in a petty and childish manner, I’m still proud. I got my own little revenge earlier, and now this toilet paper and spray paint feels like the cherry on top of a very unsatisfying cake.
Erik deserves worse. And he’s going to get it. But for now, I’m going to savor this victory with Chloe.
14
Chloe
I felt like I was high off something as we hurried up into his apartment. He shut the door behind us and flipped on the light. I ignored the Godfather poster and flopped down onto his couch with a sigh. He grins at me and tilts his head, leaning up against the kitchen counter. “You okay?” he asks.
“Fine. That was such a rush.” I stretch and turn my face toward the TV. The clock on the cable box says it’s just after one. “I’m not even tired.”
“Good.” I hear glasses clink and look over as he opens a bottle of something brown. I laugh as he pours two drinks and brings them over. “You got class tomorrow?”
“I do.”
“Then I shouldn’t keep you up too late.”
“Oh, no,” I say, shaking my head. “Keep me as long as you want.” I take a glass from him and sip it. It’s warm but smoky and delicious, and I sit up and kick my feet up onto the coffee table.
He sits down next to me with a sigh and takes a long sip. He closes his eyes for a second then opens them again. “That was very dumb,” he says.
“I know.”
“But it felt good, didn’t it?”
I nod once and grin. “It really did.”
“He got hit today at practice.” He frowns and swirls the liquid in his glass. “I made it happen.”
“Really?” I ask, leaning toward him.
“Really.” He smiles a little. “Set it all up. Didn’t think it’d work out so well, but…” He trails off, shrugs. “Guess it did.”
“Are you going to get in trouble?”
“No,” he says. “I’m not. But I might if I keep pushing things at practice, so I’ll have to lay off for a bit.”
“Thank you.” I put my hand on his leg. “Did he get hit hard?”
He smirks at me. “Really, really hard.” He leans closer, cups my chin and puts his palm on my cheek. He kisses me gently. “Stayed down for a little while, too.”
“Good. He deserves worse.”
“I know that.” He kisses me again, this time his hand moving back into my hair. He grabs it, holds it tight, lets the kiss linger. I bite his lower lip and pull away before putting my glass down on the coffee table.
I feel my heart racing in my chest and I feel like a totally different person. “I never did anything like that before,” I say, shifting toward him. “I’ve never pulled a prank or anything.”
“You were a good girl,” he says, nodding. “Not surprised.”
“Good girl, or maybe just boring.” I bite my lip. “What about you?”
“Oh, shit, well. I was a bastard.” He laughs. “Trail of destruction and broken hearts in my wake. There’s a reason my father handed his company over to my sister.”
I laugh a little. “He didn’t trust you?”
“Well, not exactly. He just knew my heart wasn’t in it and she wanted it more. Turns out, I really like coaching.”
I lean toward him and bite my lip. “You’re an interesting guy.”
“You’re a beautiful girl.”
“Not a lot of men would be okay with their sister taking over their father’s company, you know.”
“Not a lot of men are as secure as I am.”
I nod a little and stand. I stare down at him before reaching down and taking off my black shirt. I throw it on the floor as he leans back on the couch, his eyes moving down my body.
“I like that you’re so confident,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans. “I like that you take what you want.”
“And I like this new you,” he answers.
“Easy for you to say when I’m in my underwear.” I take off my black jeans and stand in front of him wearing nothing but a black thong and a black bra. I decided to keep my wardrobe matching, just in case.
He sits forward, puts his glass on the coffee table, and kisses my stomach. His hands move up the backs of my legs until he cups my ass. I run my fingers through his hair as he looks up at me.
“You don’t need to be naked for me to want you, Chloe,” he whispers. “All this shit that’s happened, and you’re still going… a lot of women would’ve just run away.”
“I’m not the type,” I say.
He smirks and bites the front of my panties, pulling them out, then letting them go. They snap back against my skin. “I know you’re not.” He reaches around and slowly pulls them off. I let out a little groan as a shiver runs down my spine.
His mouth kisses the top of my pussy before he moves down, licking along my lips, moving from the outside in, gathering me up. His tongue rolls around my clit and my fingers grab tighter into his hair. I let out a moan, unable to help myself, as he grabs my ass again, this time harder.
“You know, when we were out there, I just kept thinking about how much fun it would be to get caught,” I moan. “Isn’t that insane? I just want to break the rules, you know what I mean?”
/> “You don’t want that asshole to get away with it. You want him to know it’s you that’s fighting back.” He looks up at me then tongues my pussy again.
I groan and push him back onto the couch. I take off my bra and let it fall down onto the floor. I drop to my knees and unbuckle his belt. I tug his jeans off and feel his hard cock through his boxer briefs. I take those off too and add them to our little pile of clothes on the floor.
He’s rock hard and almost quivering as I take him in my palm and stroke him. I lick him root to tip then suck him hard. I moan as he reaches forward and spanks my ass. I spread my legs and he manages to slip a finger around to tease my ass as I take him deep into my throat.
I gag, pull back, and gasp. I stroke him with both hands as he pulls me forward and slides his other fingers inside my pussy. He fucks me with them as I continue to stroke him, and god, it feels so good. His finger takes me, pushing deep inside my tight spot. I wiggle my hips in response, unable to help myself, as moans escape my lips.
I move back and away from him again. I lean toward him, pressing my breasts against his chest. I grab his hair tight and kiss his lips, biting him, tasting his tongue. He growls in reply and his hands cup my breasts, feeling my hard nipples. But I push him back and stand again. He stares up at me as I straddle him, my pussy dripping down over his cock as I roll my hips along his tip, teasing him, moaning.
“Stay there,” I whisper in his ear. “Don’t move. I want to feel you.”
“Feel all you want,” he groans.
I arch my back and slowly slide down his shaft. I let out a moan of pleasure and pain as he fills me to the brim. He stretches me wide and I wiggle my hips, fitting every inch of him between my legs.
I start to ride. I move up and down slowly at first. He teases my breasts, sucks my nipples, squeezes my ass. But I do the work. I move faster, rolling my hips, unable to help myself.
“You want to take control?” he growls. “That’s what you want?”
“Yes,” I pant. “God, yes.” I ride him faster, sliding up and down, taking every inch. He spanks my ass hard and I gasp as the stinging pain mingles with the pleasure. I slam down along his length harder, taking him deep, before resting my legs and kissing him, holding him there. “God, I love feeling you inside of me.”
