Her cheeks were red and her eyes narrowed. “You’re nothing more than a freshman. Powerless.”
The room grew quiet again. My heart pounded. Caden’s laugh filled the silence.
Her gaze jerked to Caden.
“You didn’t say that when you were riding my cock.” He pressed something on his phone and sounds of moaning echoed in the room.
“Yes. Oh, fuck me, Caden, yes!” Kylie’s voice was breathless but still recognizable.
“Guess our night wasn’t that special after all.” Jack sat on the table with his feet in the chair. “Was I even your first?”
Kylie opened her mouth to say something, but Caden said, “I was her first.”
“Wasn’t I your first?” Luke smirked.
She closed her mouth.
Eli leaned in but said loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear, “Next time you want to lie to a guy about your virginity, maybe try not to fuck his friends first.”
Kylie gripped the panties tight as she turned and hurried out of the cafeteria. My stomach twisted. There’s no way I wanted to be party to any of their games. I couldn’t risk being humiliated that way. I wouldn’t recover.
It was the last time I went to the cafeteria, but they didn’t stop with Kylie.
If someone crossed them, that person was either humiliated or beaten up. As freshmen, they were more powerful than the seniors. And now, they own this school.
And I avoid them.
It’s the first day of my senior year. I get to my first class early so I don’t chance a run-in in the hallway withthem. I pick a seat near the front, away from the door. If one of the horsemen happens to be in the same class, they sit in the back row, but they almost always note who sits in the first row. So the second or third row is my spot, and by the windows so they don’t have to pass me on the way to their seats.
So here I sit, wearing my favorite black skater skirt, knee-high socks, a Nirvana graphic tee—because vintage—and a pair of black and white saddle shoes. I even tied my long brown hair up in a high pony. It’s cute, but not in a distracting way. At least it shouldn’t capturetheirattention.
This is my last year in high school and I’m going to crush it.
Quietly. Without attractingtheirattention.
It would be easier if they were as ugly on the outside as they are on the inside.
Frankly they’re beautiful, and I don’t mind looking at the beautiful boys. What girl doesn’t? But I’m not about to become one of their notches. They’ve made their way through almost every girl in school and rarely go back for seconds. But they don’t fuck with freshmen. At least not after our own freshman year.
I’ve made it to the beginning of senior year and I feel confident I’ve managed to slip under their radar. It’s a skill, not going to lie. I’m not one of their so-called unfuckables, or girls that aren’t pretty enough to warrant their attention, but I’m also not the hottest.
I am, thankfully, unnoticeable.
They don’t have any reason to mess with me. It’s almost like a game that I’m so close to winning.
I check my phone as students file in, talking to their friends like they didn’t spend all summer hanging out. There’s obviously new gossip the first day back. One more year and I’m out of here. College will be where I can shine.
Kenz drops into the seat beside me. “Oh my god, I have to tell you about last night.”
I slip my phone into my pocket and smile at my bestie. The only gossip I could think of is… “Let me guess, you finally went all the way with Brandon.”
She grins and nods, leaning in to keep it quiet. “I’m pretty sure that makes you the last virgin in our class.”
My brow scrunches up. That can’t be right. “Margaret Carter.”
“This summer. Band camp.” Kenz holds up her hand. With each name, she puts down a finger. “Rachel Hayes, Eli Jacobs at a pool party. Parker Ford, Jack and Caden at her house.”
“Wait, both of them?” Damn. That’s one dedicated virgin to get a double hitter. Can’t say I’m not impressed. To get not just one horseman but two on your first time is unheard of. Or was. From all accounts, these guys have the equipment to back up their reputation as huge dicks.
