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Dalton Greyson
Damn, who is that fine-ass girl? I look over at the blond sitting at the table with goodie-two-shoes Georgia Bentley. When I first came to Eden Hall Academy, I thought she was cute in a fuckable sort of way. But her goodie-two-shoes self wouldn’t even come to a single party the Renegades and I threw. My three friends, Rocker Ashton, Anthony Carnell, and Julian Carter. I locked eyes with her, who was she? My dick twitched just looking at her. I glanced at Rocker, and he was staring at her too. I felt a pang of jealousy as I looked over at Anthony who was staring, and Julian as well. Running a hand through my dark blond hair, I stared at her again, walking into the cafeteria. Yeah, she would be mine.
We sat at our usual table and within a few moments, girls flocked to our table. Rocker sat brooding like he usually did, staring at the girl still, he sat with his dark brown hair falling over his eyes. He had a dark demeanor since the day I met him. The only time he ever seemed to be happy in a way was playing basketball. Anthony stared at her too, his dark green eyes looking over at my beautiful Goddess made my blood boil, of all of us, Anthony was the most charming, he was only here at Eden Hall because he had anxiety, the rest of us were fucked up. Julian, with his jet-black hair pulled into a ponytail at his neck, had tried to kill his stepfather, but his mother had stopped him. Instead of letting him go to jail, she sent him to Eden Hall to learn to be a productive member of society. But no one who came out of Eden Hall was ever a productive member of society. My family had been involved with Eden Hall for centuries, in fact my great-great-great-grandfather had started it, and built the main campus building that housed the classrooms still. Rumors had it that Granddaddy liked to do psychological experiments on the girls and boys that were sent to Eden Hall. When it started out it was just an institution for students who were mentally ill. But now it was touted as a fresh start for kids with mental illness who could take some college courses along with the high school classes.
“What’s up, man?” I asked Rocker as he sat with his head down, staring at my beautiful Goddess.
“Nothing. Who’s the new girl?” he asked, looking up at me. I shrugged, but I was going to find out.
Rocker was the worst of us, he had gone crazy and cut off his own father’s dick when he caught him fucking his girlfriend. I mean, they were able to sew it back on, and since Rocker’s father didn’t want anyone to know he was fucking an underage girl, Rocker was sent here. With a love of basketball, Rocker was the center of our basketball team. The Eden Hall Rangers, don’t get me wrong, I love basketball too, but Rocker could play for hours without stopping. He is obsessed with it, and it seems to be the only thing that keeps him from actually hurting someone. I believe he was fucked up before the incident with his douchebag father, but no one ever wanted to look at it. Rocker’s father is a high-powered attorney in Minneapolis, and his first chance to send Rocker away to a boarding school like Eden Hall he did, I mean he had to get his penis whacked off first, but he had been wanting to get rid of Rocker for years.
Then of course there is me, Dalton Greyson, son of Carlton Greyson, a world-class asshole. Carlton Greyson is one of the biggest drug dealers in the state of Minnesota, throughout the entire Midwest. But he does it legally, by selling pharmaceuticals. Drugs that psychologists can prescribe to “cure” people, as he likes to think. It does nothing but mask their symptoms and make people feel like zombies. At Greyson Pharmaceuticals, they think my father is a God.
Kiki Walton, a leggy blonde with severe daddy issues, came over and tried to sit on my lap. I wasn’t having it today, sure I had let her suck my dick a few times, and I fucked her. But she wasn’t anything more than just a free ride and a warm place to put my dick. I didn’t care about her, and when she whined in my ear, I pushed her off me and got up to walk over to the new girl.
“Dalton, want me to come over tonight and suck your dick again? I really liked it,” she purred into my ear.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m not interested,” I said, pushing her away as I got up.
“Dalton Greyson, you will regret you did that,” she cried out as I pushed her out of my way, she was trying to run her fingers over my chest.
Yeah, yeah, like I’m worried about Kiki, that psycho bitch did nothing for me. I waved my hand at Kiki like I didn’t give a shit, which I didn’t. My Goddess was only 10 feet away, twirling a strand of her blond curls in her fingertips. Oh, I couldn’t wait to have her on her knees worshiping my cock as I fisted those blond curls in my hand.
“And you are?” I said as I slid into the seat across from my beautiful Goddess.
She looked at Georgia and then back at me with a scared look on her face. Oh great, Georgia had already filled her in a bit about the Renegades. Well now that explains the frightened stare, she didn’t say a word, just sat trembling in front of me. Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun, breaking her, making her scream my name. Soon those pretty pink lips would open and breathlessly scream Dalton as I fucked her so hard she begged me to stop.
“I’m Olivia,” she stammered.
Olivia, a vision of a young blond girl and I running through a field, came into my mind. I had a best friend when I was a small boy named Olivia, until she moved away after her mom married some rich guy. I never heard from her again. But this couldn’t be her, could it?
“Olivia what?” I asked, staring into her green eyes. Did my Olivia have green eyes, I couldn’t remember.
“Olivia Jacobson,” she replied timidly, then looked down at the table.
No not my Olivia, she was Olivia Radcliffe.I pushed the thought of her out of my head, as I stared at my new Goddess.
“It’s lovely to meet you, my Goddess,” I said with a smile as she looked up at me.
I reached out and touched her chin lightly., “I think we will have fun getting to know each other.” I said with another smile. She trembled beneath my touch, my fingertips grazing over his soft skin. Oh, how great it was going to feel as I held her soft body in my arms. But first, I was going to have some fun, I enjoyed the thrill of the chase. And the fact that she was nervous around me made it that much more fun for me. I was a sick bastard like that.
“I’m Dalton Greyson,” I cocked an eyebrow at her as she looked into my dark brown eyes and I felt a stirring in my soul, I knew she would be mine, I just needed to make sure she was only mine, as Anthony, Rocker, and Julian sat down next to me across from my Goddess. She would know soon that I wasn’t some cute little boy next door, I was a villain, and I would be her favorite villain.
Chapter 5
Olivia
I couldn’t believe it, Dalton Greyson, the Dalton Greyson. He was sitting at a table not 10 feet away from me. When we were younger in kindergarten and first grade, he was my best friend. We had lived on the same block, even though his father owned a multi-million dollar company Greyson Pharmaceuticals, my grandmother had left my mother her mansion that we lived in, until the tax payments, upkeep, and repairs made it impossible to live there anymore. My mother met my step-father, Clark Jacobson, and we moved away from Minneapolis and to an area right near Milwaukee. A few years after moving, Clark adopted me as his daughter, my own father, Jeremy Radcliffe, had died when I was only one year old. I don’t even remember anything about him. Then it was just Mom and I living in the mansion by ourselves. Despite her determination to continue living there, it just wasn’t possible on a waitress's salary. It was too much house and the repairs became too much for my mom to continue. When she met my step-father, Clark, she was at a desperate point in our lives. With barely any money, we were looking for somewhere else to go. Clark whisked us away from Minneapolis and the only friends I had and moved to Milwaukee. I never saw Dalton again.
I barely recognized him, his dark blond hair was cut short in a preppy way, but his dark brown eyes now that stared at me from only 10 feet away were piercing my very soul. I couldn’t believe it.
My heart beat faster as I looked at him, he was so different from when we were little. Back then he was a cute, kind little boy, now years of heartache it seemed turned him into a demon. He looked like the devil might be intimidated by him. Now I saw why Georgia said they were bullies, look at them, all four of them. Muscles bulged out beneath their polo shirts, covered in ink from tattoos. Black lines zig-zagging across their biceps. Made me wonder what it would feel like to trace those lines as we laid in bed together. Get those thoughts out of your head, Olivia. He probably doesn’t even notice you, maybe he is staring at Georgia. I glanced over at her, a tight pink sweater covered up her standard white polo shirt that everyone wore, both boys and girls. The buttons on her polo shirt were unbuttoned, and the tight pink sweater stretched across her perky breasts. She had a cute little button nose, and high cheekbones, long blond hair and blue eyes. Typical Midwestern look for a white girl, thin and perky. While I on the other hand had the blond hair, but it was curly and never seemed to cooperate, dark green eyes, and a round face. I was thin enough and had perky breasts since I was going to be 18 soon, most girls have perky breasts at my age. But my hips were a bit wider and I had more of an ass than most girls my age, which always made me feel self-conscious.
A perky brunette stepped up and tried to sit on his lap. But he pushed her away after she whispered into his ear. Now he was walking over this way. Damn, he was tall now, when we were 7 when I last saw him we were the same height. But now he was a good foot taller than my 5-foot-four inches. As he walked up to the table, the brunette cried out in anger at him, “Dalton Greyson, you will regret that!” He held up a hand and waved bye to her, ignoring her.
He took the seat directly across from me and stared at me.
“And you are?” he asked with a smile.
