Havermouth High School, Five Years Before
Aislen felt something small and hard strike the back of her head. She looked up from her sketch pad and felt in her hair, locating a small nut from one of the nearby trees lodged in the curls. She pulled it out thinking it had fallen from a tree or had been dropped by a bird flying overhead, and resumed drawing, only for another to hit her.
Laughter stiffened her back. She knew those voices and did not need to turn to look. The table where she was seated was set near a grassy slope where the cheerleaders and jocks liked to spend their lunch time.
She had seen the Triquetra there, as she had sat for lunch, but they hadn’t noticed her – or so she thought – as Heath and Cameron had Lillian between them and were preoccupied with making out with her, and Rhett had been lying on his back just a little way from them, his forearm draped over his eyes.
Had she been braver and had she forgiven him for doing nothing when Heath had assaulted her at the park, she might have been tempted to lie down at his side.
A third nut struck the back of her head, and the whole group burst into laughter. She saw Rhett sit up and look between the group and her, frowning. She gathered together her sketch book and pencils and shoved them into her bag.
“Aww, no,” Heath pouted mockingly. “Someone’s feelings are hurt.”
“You have a little something in your hair,” Cameron said to her, pointing to his head with a snigger. “Just there.”
“Erebus,” she said to Heath. “And Cameron, I’d wash my hands if I were you. Lillian’s had a suspicious itch, and has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, don’t you Lilli? Don’t worry, honey, I’m sure that an antibiotic will clear that right up, but you might want to wear protection in the future when you fuck your way through the football team. Enjoy your lunch.” She smiled with false brightness.
The group was rendered silent, Lillian’s cheeks colouring and Heath’s jaw unhinging. Lillian recovered first, bursting into tears, and running towards the girl’s bathroom.
“That was fucking mean,” Diana Boyston hissed and deliberated shoved past Aislen as she followed Lillian towards the bathroom, giving Aislen a flash of an old man in a singlet top and blue striped boxer shorts grunting as he came.
Aislen swallowed back bile, grimacing.
“I don’t know where the fuck… Hey!” Heath protested when she turned and began to walk away.
He leapt to his feet and caught her by the elbow, tugging her around to face him as she saw his mother sitting before her dresser mirror applying makeup to cover a black eye.
Heath shook Aislen, causing her to refocus on his angry face as he leaned over her. “I don’t know how you know these things you know,” he told her darkly. “But I am going to find out.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, cringing under his anger and the weight of the things she knew about her classmates that she really didn’t want to know.
His hand cupped her jaw, lifting her face, his expression intensifying, the bright blue in his eyes swallowed by the sheen of his wolf. He leaned down and kissed her, dragging her body against his so that she could feel that his cock was hard. The kiss was breathtaking in its passion and skill, her body seemed to melt beneath the roaring flames of desire that surged between them. He eased back, his eyes on hers, their panting breath shared between them.
And then he released her with a savage laugh, and turned to face the group, gripping his cock lewdly through his trousers, causing the jocks to roar with laughter. “Two ways to silence a mouthy cunt, with your tongue or your cock, am I right?” He called out to them.
“You’re a fucking animal,” Aislen wanted to scour out her mouth in disgust.
“Damn right, sweetheart,” he leered. “And you love it.”
She hunched in on herself and hurried away. The next class was physical education and she groaned. Physical torture would be a more appropriate term, she admitted to herself as she went to the changing rooms at the far rear of the school. These rooms were older and less used by the students, and therefore she would be spared having to change with Lillian and her cheerleading friends.
She closed herself into a shower cubicle and stripped out of her uniform skirt and top when the lock twisted, and the door opened. She stared at Cameron in horror, clutching her clothing against her. He leaned against the door frame with a grin, flicking his pocketknife closed and sliding it into his pocket.
“These locks are ridiculously easy to pick,” he stepped in and closed the door behind him twisting the lock closed. “After your cheap shot, you owe me,” he told her, backing her into the shower section until her back was pressed against the tiles.
“You can’t be in here,” she gasped. “This is the girl’s bathroom.”
“Who’s going to stop me?” He shrugged and reached out to pluck the clothing that she held from her, throwing them carelessly onto the floor behind him. She tried to bolt past him, but he caught her, twisting her so that her back was against his chest, easily overwhelming her with his greater size and strength, clasping a hand over her mouth when she dragged in a breath to scream.
Images tumbled into her mind of Catherine and Jules Edison arguing in the luxurious country-style kitchen of their ranch house. Catherine’s hand shook as she poured another glass of wine.
“Let’s see what you’re hiding,” Cameron breathed into Aislen’s ear, recalling her to the present as he popped open the front catch of her bra. He cupped her breast, his palm warm and calloused against her sensitive skin. “Very nice,” he purred, and she could feel his cock throb against her. “Rhett has spectacular taste.”
She whimpered against his gagging hand as he pinched her nipple until it tightened into a point. He chuckled as he slid his hand down her body and into her underwear. “Heath was right,” he said as he pressed a finger into her. “You need to wax.”
He added a second finger and ground the heel of his hand against her clit. “He was also right,” he removed his hand and showed her his fingers covered in her slick. “You love being fucked with.”
He released her and she staggered forward, her palms striking the tiles. She twisted to face him, pulling her bra back into place and hooking it closed. He grinned and stuck his fingers into his mouth, his tongue dragging up as he sucked on them. “Yum,” he said. “Next time, maybe I’ll be nice and make you come.”
He turned and left, leaving the door open behind him.
The bell rang for the end of the lunch and Aislen threw herself forward to close and lock the door, before sinking onto the seat, her legs giving way beneath her. She buried her face into her shaking hands, her skin chilled.
She wanted to be angry. She wanted to be outraged. But what she felt was shame – because he was right, she was turned on and if he hadn’t stopped when he had, she would have come.