The Four Horsemen : A Servite Academy For Troubled Teens Novel

by Bellamy Roswell

  “Get your hands off her,” Bass shouts out, walking after them, but this time it’s me who gets in his way.

  “My turn,” I say, stepping in front of him and blocking him from following Stella and Kai into the beach house. He looks down at me angrier than I’ve seen him. His breathing is jagged, his posture stiff, but what catches my attention are those slate gray eyes. They’re dark and curious yet exude anger like I’ve never seen. This boy is manic and mysterious. But what I see are secrets buried deep within his steel irises. He looks behind me, removing his gaze from me for an instant, and I turn to see Stella and Kai stop and turn their attention to us. Turning back to him I step slightly closer, meeting his gaze head on, my eyes burning into his.

  “You have no right to speak to her that way,” I shout.

  “Fuck do you know, Red? You don’t know shit about her, or me.”

  I start laughing only pissing him off further.

  “I may not have known Stella for as long as you have, but I’d say I have gotten to know her pretty well. I know that she is the kindest, shyest, and smartest person I’ve ever met. She accepted my friends and I for who we really are, not where we came from or what you and yours think we are. She is loyal, forgiving, and hell, maybe a little naive. But you have no right to judge her ever. Not after what you did.”

  “What I did?” he asks, sounding a little bemused.

  “What you did, what your little bitch did, same difference.” I motion behind him to where, sure enough, the four queens all dressed in a variation of the same basic white dress and angel wings rivaling those the Victoria Secret models wear, are making their way toward us. They look put off when their followers are paying no attention to them and the over-the-top entrance they made, but instead are gathered around Bass and me.

  “She’s not my bitch.” He turns his attention back to me, the scowl plastered back onto his face.

  “Well she might not be anymore, but she was once. And Stella has gotten the shit end of that breakup for standing up to her, for protecting you. For some odd reason, she values family and she couldn’t deal with Kinsley hurting you, yet you could care less how she’s hurt Stella. So sorry, for being a friend to your cousin, the friend she so desperately needs to deal with your people’s bullshit.”

  Bass stands at a loss for words as Ace whistles causing everyone to scatter about. Carrington walks up to Ace practically pawing at him. He ignores her but allows her to make herself comfortable under his arm. Kinsley walks toward us and runs her hands over Bass’s arm.

  “Hey, handsome,” she coos. “This bitch bothering you?”

  “You’re the only bitch around here, Kinsley,” I answer back.

  “Ugh,” she scoffs, flipping a chunk of bleached blonde hair back. “Are you going to let this skank talk to me that way, Bass?” she asks pleadingly.

  But Bass says nothing as he stares at me for a moment before turning and heading toward the entrance not looking once toward Kinsley. She stands there exasperated, and I can’t help but start laughing.

  “Yeah, looks like he is,” I say before walking off.

  Drake wraps his arm around my waist leading me into the house as I turn to look toward Ace and find him glaring at us with Carrington still at his side.

  Inside, the main living space is split into two separate sides. The right side is all white with white drapes, ribbons and feathers decorating the walls and ceiling, white tablecloths and covers on the various tables and couches. The left side is all black, covered in red drapes, and projections of fire on the walls. In the middle of the room is a large black marble staircase leading to the second floor that also seems to be occupied by guests. We walk over to an empty spot toward the back of the black and red “Sinners” side, while Drake, Kai, and Jax head over to the bar to get us some drinks.

  “I don’t know what comes over me when I’m with you guys. It’s like I’m not afraid to tell him how I feel,” Stella says, running a hand through her hair.

  “You get ballsy,” says Jade laughing.

  “He needed to hear it, Stella,” I say, and she turns to me, a bright smile on her face.

  “Thanks for that, Scarlett. I don’t think I could have ever told him exactly what you said. So, thanks.” She drops her head low and stares at the floor beneath her. I place a hand on her shoulder causing her to look up at me once more.

  “It’s what friends are for, Silver.”

  “Okay, so change of subject, did you see how quick Kai was to stand up for Stella?” Jade asks, winking at me. I turn to Stella and see a slight blush creep along her pale cheeks. “Oh my god, you’re blushing!” yells Jade.

  “Shh!” she answers back, causing us all to start laughing.

  “Do you like him?” I ask.

  “No, I don’t know. I mean yeah, he’s hot, god he’s hot, and has been nice to me. But come on, look at him. He can have any girl in here, and he’s always talking to that redhead bitch Casey when I see him,” she says with a frown.

  “Ooo our girl’s got it bad,” says Ruby. “The alcohol is showing.”

  I turn to Stella placing my hand back on her shoulder.

  “Look, Stella, Kai’s a great guy. One of the best. He’s protective and loyal, but he’s… well he’s got a dark past.” I look to Jade and Ruby and they both nod in agreement. “One we can’t share, but he’s also a huge player. Just be careful, okay.”

  “Don’t worry, Scarlett. I’m not into him like that. I can’t be, I’m too, well… me. He’d never be interested like that,” she adds, dropping her head low once again, and god how I hate that she has such a small amount of confidence. Stella is beautiful and kind. She has everything going for her. But those bitches have done a number on her and have made her feel unworthy of her place here. She is meant to be at the front of the “Queens of Servite Academy,” not hiding in the shadows. She belongs at the top.

  “What are you ladies talking about?” asks Kai as the guys come back over handing us each our drinks. Of course, Drake knows me so well, and there is whiskey and soda water in my cup. But I doubt it’s the cheap shit we’d manage to score from one of the older guys in town. I take a large swig of it, and it barely burns my throat as it travels down. No, this is some good shit.

  “Just how freaking hot Silver looks in that outfit,” says Jade, taking a drink of hers, which I’m assuming is straight whiskey. I love my sister but her taste and tolerance for liquor is up there with the winos. Thanks to Chaz, of course, for being a raging alcoholic and giving Jade her first beer at eleven. After that, if alcohol was in the house, we were welcome to it. And it was always in the house.

  “Yeah, you look hella sexy, Silver,” Kai says, turning to me and I raise a brow at him. I think he understands what I’m getting at when he turns back to her. “You all look sexy as fuck.”

  “Nice save, man,” says Jax, and he extends his cup out for a salut. “So, we getting trashed tonight or what?” he asks, a childlike grin on his face.

  “Babe, you’re always trashed,” scoffs Ruby as she turns away and gulps down her drink.

  “That’s not true, I can stay sober. I am sober when I sleep,” he jokes, and she rolls her eyes at his stupid response.

  “I need another,” she says, walking back toward the bar.

  “And that’s the last we’ll be seeing of them tonight,” I say laughing.

  We hang out by one of the pool tables in the back for a while, for once managing not to attract unwanted attention to ourselves. Sure, we get some heinous glances thrown our way from time to time but no one bothers us. They all keep their distance and comments to themselves. It almost feels like the days when we were back at the Grayson’s, hanging in the living room or out back, or even at Dixie’s Arcade where we would spend most weekends.

  “Wanna take a walk, Scar?” asks Drake, turning to me and nodding toward the beach.

  “Sure thing, Dragon.”

  We head out of the house and down the stone pav
ed trail on the edge of sand leading across the beach. The sandy area is packed with hot bodies drinking, dancing, grinding and nearly fucking all along till the water’s edge. The rain has started coming down slightly, but it doesn’t seem to deter their high spirits. We decide to stay away from the crowds and walk toward the left of the property near the small wooden deck, the one I thought Ace and the guys were going to throw me off of that first night. We take a seat and let our feet dangle above the water. The sky is almost black and gloomy, clouds threatening to burst down on us, yet it’s somehow comforting. Only the bright full moon illuminating the sky and reflecting off the dark water in front of us. I turn to Drake who eyes me seductively as he rakes over my body and the barely-there outfit I’m wearing. I’m proud of the body my mother blessed me with and how I’ve managed to maintain it, if not improve it constantly keeping active in more than one way. I’m not ashamed of wearing revealing clothing from time to time if the occasion arises, and definitely don’t believe I’m a “slut” or that “I’m asking for it,” as they try to make all young girls believe. It’s just the old, entitled patriarchy not content with themselves and how they perceive a woman’s role in their society who refuse to accept that we women have our own minds and want to express ourselves and normalize our sexuality without being constantly harassed for it. How bewildering is the belief that our bodies are our own to do with as we please. Feminism is a tricky thing.

  “You going to say or do anything, Dragon, or are you just going to stare all me all night?” I ask, not turning toward him. I hear him chuckle slightly before he reaches over to me and pulls me close to his body. I turn my head slightly and he uses the opportunity to claim my mouth in a delicate yet captivating kiss. Our lips intertwine, softly dancing together like two partners who’ve been swaying to the same tune their whole lives. I turn my body to him edging further into his and wrap my arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

  “Scar,” he says, pulling away slightly.

  “No talking, Dragon, you’re killing the mood.”

  “If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop myself. And as much as I want it, want you, I’m not up for putting on a show for the entire school to watch.”

  “Ugh, fine.” I say, pulling away and crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Way to leave a girl high and dry. Let’s head back. I’m afraid Jade’s gotten Stella wasted again.” I walk off pouting and hear him behind me, laughing at my dramatics as he follows.

  ACE

  And there she was once again, walking in as if she owned the fucking place, and with the asshole dragon boy on her arm. The two of them, both with dark hair and mystifying auras, looking like a pair made for one another. Her long black hair slick straight and falling down her back, a deep, blood red color painted on her thick, pouty lips, her blue eyes almost clear behind her dark shadow. And that outfit. That fucking outfit. Fuck me. She leaves nothing to the imagination in that get up. The mesh dress does nothing to cover her perfect figure underneath. The tops of her small, but perky breasts toppling out of her red silk bra and her matching underwear practically outlines the shape of that plump pussy making my cock hard as fuck. God and that sly smile she gives him as he wraps his arms around her bringing her closer, I could strangle him here and now.

  But instead I act as if I don’t care. I even let Carrington paw at me when what I really want is to throw her the fuck out. I didn’t even react when she ripped my boy Bass a new one. I watched as he stood back confused at her response to him. People around here usually cower when we come by. No one dares to challenge us, to question us except Red and her little posse of modern-day vixens. They question our motives, challenge our every move. They’re dangerous, but the thing about danger, it’s highly addictive.

  She heads inside with her group and I try everything in my power to not follow them in and take her from his arms. I shouldn’t be so invested in her. She’s here for a reason and I can’t let my dick cloud my judgment. I need to find out why. There’s a missing puzzle piece where she’s concerned and the controlling bastard that I am, I need to find out what that missing piece is.

  “You have one job, and only one. Get close to her, make her trust you. She needs to be vulnerable, isolated from her pack, so she is more susceptible to following orders. Do this, no questions asked. It’s an order.”

  My uncle’s words replay in my mind over and over on a loop. I need to get close to her, to make her trust me. But that’s nearly impossible with that damn dragon on her arm. I need her isolated from him and I know just the way.

  “Are you even listening to me?” squeals Carrington from beside me. I had forgotten she was still here, attached to me, purring, and pawing at me like a feral animal.

  “What do you want, Prescott?” I sneer back, bringing a cigarette to my lips. Bad habit I know but I’m full of those.

  “Ugh, I hate it when you call me that, you make me sound like my brother. You always call him that.”

  “Wrong. I don’t even bother addressing him.”

  She rolls her eyes ignoring my response. “Anyways, are we going to or not?”

  “Going to what?” I sneer at her, clearly irritated by her nagging.

  “Go upstairs, to your room. Ugh, what’s with you, Ace, you’ve been so distant lately, and moody with me. Am I not enough anymore now that the dirty charity case is in town? Didn’t think you’d stoop so low and mingle with the help, your Majesty.”

  “Careful now, Carrie, your catty bitch is showing. Wouldn’t want you to break a claw, or worse lose a fang.”

  “Whatever, Ace, I’m going to go dance. Find me later if you still wanna hook up.”

  “I wouldn’t hold my breath,” I mutter back to her as she turns away.

  “Asshole,” she murmurs barely noticeable before heading off. I get a good look at her and must admit she looks fucking hot in her white mini skirt that barely covers her ass and white lace bra. Carrington’s tanned and toned in all the right places, has long blonde hair to pull on, the plumpest lips to wrap around my dick, both lips. But when she opens that fucking mouth to speak, my dick instantly relaxes. She’s a bratty princess, a manipulative narcissist, a cunning bitch. She’s mean, hateful and bossy all at once. I stay out of the girl’s affairs unless it directly affects the legitimacy of our rule, but I must admit I’d hate to be a chick at Servite Academy and deal with the wrath of Carrington Prescott.

  “What was that all about?” asks Bass as he heads in my direction.

  “She’s just pissed I ain’t giving her any. I’ll find her later if I need my cock sucked.”

  “Man, I’d have that mouth wrapped around my dick right now if I were you,” he says, moving over to look towards where Carrington and the girls stand.

  “Then why don’t you?”

  “Shit, I would, especially to fuck with Kins, give her a taste of her own medicine. Problem is as bitchy as she is, Carrie’s only got eyes for you. And she’d never do anything to risk her falling from her place at your side.” I scoff at his words. “But something tells me she’s already lost that place, say to a certain dark-haired angel, well she-devil tonight,” he says with a smirk.

  “Please, I don’t need anyone by my side. Tell me of one king made better by the woman at his side? A king rules best alone, no pussy to get in the way.”

  “Well you better be careful, man, cause your dick doesn’t seem to agree.”

  SCARLETT

  We dance and drink for a few more hours and surprisingly Stella’s managed to stay lucid. I blame Jade and her high tolerance rubbing off on her. Jade, Stella, and I go to find the closest restroom upstairs as the one downstairs has a huge line. We head up the stairs and as we walk down the hall, we find three of the four queens sitting on a large couch in the bedroom connected to the bathroom. I turn and see Carrington fixing her lipstick in the mirror beside them, and when they see us enter Kinsley immediately stands and heads over to us.

  “You little skank!” Kinsley screams
as she comes toward Stella.

  “Woah there! You need to back the fuck up, Kinsley!” says Jade, pushing her back slightly.

  At that, they all come toward us stopping right in front of us.

  “You got a problem, bitch,” Jade says, placing her hands on her hip.

  “Yeah, I got a problem with you whores and this little wannabe slut,” Kinsley says, pointing to Stella.

  “Who the fuck you calling a slut? Stella is six times the woman you and these bitches will ever be,” I say, and they start laughing hysterically.

  “I’m sorry, are you talking about the same Stella standing here?” asks Carrington with a laugh.

  “Let’s just go, guys,” says Stella, but Jade and I don’t back off. We are tired of these entitled princesses and everyone around here acting like they’re better than her.

  “One day, Stella, they won’t be here, and then you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

  “Oh, sweetie, haven’t you heard? We’re here to stay. Why don’t you ask your Horsemen? I’m sure they’ll inform you.” I smirk at them, and at the mention of their precious kings, they’re now fuming.

  “Fucking bitch,” Kinsley yells as she launches toward me but not before Carrington barks at her to stop.

  “Kinsley, let’s go!” she yells, and like the little bitch she is, Kinsley halts, following her queen out the door.

  Finally, after deciding we’ve had enough fun for the night the guys walk us back over to the Dahlia House before heading over to Astor House. Drake and I make plans to meet back outside in an hour or so hoping the party will have cleared out by then. I head into my room thinking of changing into something more comfortable, but remember Drake made a point that he wants to take me out of this dress, so I decide to keep it on.

  I lay in bed eagerly for an hour or so, and at about two a.m. I sneak back out of the Dahlia House and head over to the private beach where Drake and I said we’d meet hoping to finish what we started on the deck. On my way there, I get a strange feeling I’m being followed as I hear a ruffling in the trees by the edge of the sand.