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I probably got diseases from fucking her without a condom. If she’s pregnant, our baby will come out blind or whatever happens when a diseased whore births a baby through her festering vagina.
I shudder and lean into the wall when the class comes into the room. I don’t care if my next girlfriend is a virgin. But that’s because I won’t be one. It’s not about purity. It’s about Gloria being a filthy piece of lying shit. I can’t believe I trusted her.
I trusted her, and this is what I get.
I moved to a place full of entitled, rich pricks, and now I’m spying on girls in the locker room. No one showers before class, so I don’t get any full nudity. Still, seeing them strip to their bras and panties without a care in the world, not knowing I’m watching, makes excitement pound in my chest. For once, I feel powerful.
Here, I’m not the scrawny guy of the group, the guy with rings in his lip and eyebrow instead of championship rings on his fingers. Here, I’m the king of all these half-naked girls. I wish I could put them all on strings like puppets and make them do whatever I wanted.
But most of all, I wish Gloria was in the class. I want to watch her be vulnerable and not know it, to violate her here like I do at home.
I want to make her suffer the way I’m suffering.
She must have a weakness that I can exploit. But what?
Her only goal was to be popular, and the Dolce assholes already took that from her. What’s left for me to violate that they haven’t already gotten to? She lost everything today. What’s left for me to take?
The problem is, she doesn’t care about anything else, so nothing else gets to her. She’s as artificial and cold as a porcelain doll, her painted-on beauty unreal and untouchable. Inside that cold exterior, she’s completely devoid of emotion, even for the boy she promised to love forever. She didn’t care that whoring herself out all over town would hurt me. She only cares about the fucking Dolce boys and their muscles and their big name. She doesn’t care about me any more than I care about the girls in the locker room.
I stick around long enough to jerk off when a couple of them shower after PE, not because I care about them, but because I want to do something with a girl who isn’t Lo. It still counts, even if the girls don’t know about it. And it’s not like any of them would give me the time of day if I went up and asked them out. So I steal what they wouldn’t give me if I did ask.
Now I just have to figure out what Gloria has left so I can steal that too, leave her with nothing the way she left me with nothing. I uprooted my entire life for her, and I didn’t even get a girlfriend out of it. If it’s the last thing I ever do, I’m going to find a way to hurt even the unfeeling bitch she’s become, so I can leave her as hollow and desolate as me.
And I know just the guys to ask.
I find the Dolce twins in the weight room.
“Look at that, he came to us,” Duke huffs, hoisting a bar that probably weighs more than me over his chest. His bare arms flex, his ink straining over his ridiculous muscles. I’m surprised they haven’t busted right out of his skin they’re so big. He smirks when he catches my baleful glare. “Good boy.”
“How many guys did Lo fuck?” I demand.
“Spot me,” Baron orders from the next bench over.
DeShaun moves out of the way, and I approach cautiously. There’s no way I can keep those weights from crushing Baron’s ribcage if he drops them. They’d rip my arms off my body like a cartoon if I tried to hold them up.
“Is this a test?” I ask, trying to mirror my stepbrother’s stance as he stands over Duke.
“A test?” Baron asks, watching me with that relentless, creepy stare of his while he defies the laws of nature and gravity as if to emphasize just what a pussy I am.
“Why would we need to test you?” Duke asks. “You’ve proven your loyalty.”
“Yeah, but I’m only popular because I was dating Lo,” I point out. “I left the group when we broke up before.”
“That was before,” Baron says.
“What, you want me to stay in the elite group?” I ask incredulously.
“You’re a Montgomery now, little bro,” Cotton says, shooting me a crooked grin. “It comes with benefits. Get used to it.”
“Yeah, but why would you want me?” I blurt out, gesturing around. “I’m not a jock. I don’t fit in with you guys.”
“You know our motto,” Duke says, his dark gaze locking onto mine. “If it don’t fit, we make it fit.”
A prickle of discomfort makes me want to turn and walk away as fast as I can. Is this how girls feel when guys look at them like a piece of meat? Duke looks like he’s seriously considering cannibalism.
But DeShaun’s already on another machine, and I don’t know what Baron would do if he got hurt because of me.
“You’re useful,” Baron says flatly, setting the weights back in the cradle and sitting up. “You sell our shit.”
