Chapter Twenty-Seven

Havermouth High School, Five Years Before

Aislen stared at herself in the mirror, trying to work out how to hide the hickeys on her neck, which Rhett had sucked into being whilst fucking her in the river house the day before. Or maybe it had been Heath, she admitted to herself. He had been under her at the time, fucking her arse whilst Rhett was over her. And Cameron had been fucking Rhett…

God, she breathed out a sigh. She had not even known such things were possible just days before, and now she knew what it felt like when two men were inside of her at once, and when a man came hard against her cervix from his prostate being under pressure from another man’s cock. And, fucking hell, it turned her on just remembering.

She was a slut, just like Cameron enjoyed calling her. The very worst kind of slut there was.

She sighed and dabbed concealer over the bruise marks. She’d leave her hair down, she decided, and wear a turtleneck under her uniform shirt.

She had just finished dressing when she heard Rhett’s car pull up out front. There was no use trying to avoid them, she decided, and grabbed her bag on the way to the door just as he rang the doorbell. His face lit up as she opened the door.

“Hey,” he said taking her bag from her.

“Hi,” she muttered unhappily.

“You’re miserable again,” he sighed. “For fuck sake, Aislen, cheer up.”

“Easy for you to say,” she said, as she locked the door behind her. “You’re a hero at school. I’m the slut who gets fucked by the heroes.”

“It’s not easy for us either,” he said, shoving her bag into the back seat of the car. “You have no idea how much trouble you’re causing for us,” he added, as he reversed out of the driveway. “Our parents don’t like it; our community doesn’t like it. They’re at us all the time about… well, you. So, give us a break, eh? How’s your painting going by the way?”

“Ugh,” she moaned leaning back into the car seat. “When have I gotten the chance to do any homework?”

“Bring it this weekend,” he replied as he paused at a traffic light. “We’ll stay at the river house.”

“Rhett,” she protested. “I can’t just take off for the weekend. My parents…”

“You said that you didn’t have a curfew.”

“Yeah, but there’s a difference between staying out late one night to not coming home all weekend.”

He pulled into the driveway of a heritage home set within a beautiful rose garden. Heath walked out and pulled open the front passenger side door. “Out,” he said to Aislen.

“You’re kidding me,” she complained.

“Out,” he repeated, and she sighed and removed her seatbelt, sulkily sliding out and into the back seat. He closed the front passenger seat and slid into the backseat with her. “Suck me off,” he told Aislen, releasing the fly of his trousers.

“Heath,” she exclaimed. “There’s no way that someone won’t see.”

“I’m not asking,” he stroked his hand over his cock. “Suck me off, Aislen.”

“Oh, for fuck sake,” she grumbled but awkwardly slid until she would be below the windows and took him into her mouth. She didn’t try to tease with her tongue but went straight to sucking, taking him as deeply as she could, hoping to finish him off quickly.

Heath was angry, his thoughts flashing with his father’s furious face and his mother’s fearful one, and both looking guilty when they realized that Heath had entered the room before hurriedly acting as if nothing was wrong.

“We’re almost there, man,” Rhett laughed.

“Cup my balls, gently roll them,” Heath instructed Aislen, and she did as he demanded, exploring the texture of the smooth oblongs within the loose skin. His thoughts clarified suddenly into an image of the Triquetra fucking her, and she realized that he was picturing the erotic image in order to get himself off faster.

His fingers clenched into her hair a moment before he came, his thoughts scattering, and she swallowed hastily not wanting to dribble the cum and wear it on her school uniform all day. Rhett pulled into a car space as she sat up, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth.

Heath tucked his cock away into his trousers. “I’ll see you at recess,” he said - to Rhett or to her, or both, she did not know, dragging his bag out of the car as he got out.

“He’s in a mood,” Rhett said under his breath.

Aislen opened her drink bottle, taking a mouthful to wash away the slightly bitter tang of Heath’s cum. “He’s an arsehole,” she replied. “Demanding head off of me as if I…”

“Get over it,” Rhett was irritated. “God, you are so full of yourself, sometimes, Aislen. There are bigger problems going on around you. If you opened your eyes, you might see them. But you’re so narrow minded and focused on how you’re hard done by…”

“You’re an arsehole too,” she slid out of the car and slammed the door closed behind her.

She went straight to the girl’s bathroom and closed herself into a shower stall before leaning back against a wall, her eyes closed, and her heart racing. They were bullies, she told herself. All three of them were just mean, domineering, and using her for sex. They didn’t care about her, not really. She was just something for them to f-k. They didn’t care about her feelings or her reputation.

She needed to end whatever it was that was going on between the four of them, before her reputation was utterly destroyed, and before her parents heard about her fucking the Triquetra…

She heard the bathroom door open and stepped up onto the seat in the dressing area, crouching down so as to pass unnoticed.

“Are we alone?” Lillian Ridgeway asked.

“I’ll check…” Diana Boyston replied and began to open the stall doors.

Just perfect, Aislen thought. Just what she needed, to be found by those two bitches crouched on the seat in a shower stall. She could just imagine all the mean things they would say, and how fast they’d spread how weird Aislen Carter was, lurking in the bathroom…

“God, I’ve been dreaming about you…” Lillian murmured.

“Me too,” Diana stopped opening doors. “I am sick of hiding…”

From the sounds, Aislen realized that they were kissing, and then she heard unsteady footsteps into the shower stall next to her own, followed by moans. Lillian Ridgeway and Diana Boyston were fucking in the next stall, she realized, and she was an unwilling voyeur, trapped by happenstance.

Did she dare to sneak out? They were pretty involved in what they were doing… She eased one foot down and then the other, and eased the shower stall door open, before carefully tiptoeing across to the bathroom door.

“Did you hear something?” Diana asked as Aislen reached for the door handle. They were still and silent for a moment and then… “It’s nothing.”

Aislen was out the door as quickly as she could, running towards the locker bay. She slammed into a solid wall of muscle and Cameron caught her by the shoulders, preventing her from falling back onto her arse.

“How convenient,” he grinned. “I was just thinking about you…” He wanted to take her back to the Ute for a fuck.

“I’m late,” she told him trying to pull free.

“So, be later. What can they do?” He scooped her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder so that she shrieked in surprise. He swatted her arse. “I have a free first period and I can’t think of a better way to spend it then by filling your arse with my cum. I was looking for Rhett, but you’re even better.”

“Cameron,” she pleaded. “I need to go to class.”

“Sure thing, in second period.”

“Mr. Edison!” Mr. Graynor was leaving the car park as Cameron made his way towards it. “Put Ms. Carter down at once.”

“Fuck,” Cameron said under his breath as he set Aislen to her feet. “We were just mucking around.”

“Well, do it with some decorum,” Mr. Graynor said with disapproval. “Aislen, how is your portrait going? I have not seen your in-progress work.”

“I’ve been working on it at home,” she replied guiltily. “I’ll bring it in tomorrow.”

“Do that. You don’t want your grades slipping,” he told her. “If you want to get into the university of your choice, you need to knuckle down and focus on your schoolwork. Distractions now can derail your entire life.”

“Distractions,” Cameron muttered, glowering.

“Yes, distractions,” Mr. Graynor said sternly. “I remember what it was like at your age, Mr. Edison, believe me. It’s easy to get distracted when you’re young and…” He trailed off.

“And horny?” Cameron suggested with a cheeky grin.

Mr. Graynor’s smile was warm with humour. “Precisely,” he chuckled. “Go on, Mr. Edison. I want to speak with Ms. Carter.”

Cameron didn’t like that, his expression shifting from mischievousness to concern. “Mr. Graynor,” he said, a hint of warning in his tone. “You can’t…”

“And I won’t,” Mr. Graynor said firmly. “I know the rules as well as you do. I need to speak to Ms. Carter about her schoolwork. Off you go, now.”

A muscle twisted in Cameron’s jaw as he looked from Aislen to Mr. Graynor, and finally he snarled something and strode off grumpily. Mr. Graynor watched him go, shaking his head wryly. “Young alphas,” he murmured under his breath before focusing on Aislen. He pulled a pamphlet from amongst the books he carried. “I came across this the other day and thought of you.”

It was a pamphlet to an exclusive art school in the city. “Oh,” she said opening it. “I could never afford to go there…”

“There are scholarships,” he said. “And fundraising. Zeus Forest Works donates towards sending some of our students to the schools of their choice, and I was thinking that you might want to apply to be a recipient. Think about it, at least.”

“I will,” she slipped the pamphlet between two books. “Thank you.”

“Apply, Ms. Carter,” he prompted. “Don’t just nod. Do it. With your portfolio of work, I am confident that the school will be interested in taking you as a student.”

“Alright,” she flushed. “Alright, I will. Thank you.”