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For as long as I can remember, I’ve waited to make it to my senior year. My only goal was to graduate with high enough grades that I could get a scholarship and get the fuck out of dodge. I just wanted a better life than the shitty one I’d lived my whole life.
Then I only wanted to have one memorable year of my miserable adolescent experience to look back on. Just some memories that I can look back on and say that not every waking minute of my school years were terrible. Maybe something to make up for the nightmare I lived through before…
Now I’m only here to fuck with the lives of the three men who promised to love me through the end of time. They’d wanted to spend their lives with me, but apparently that all changed when I added someone else to the group. And yes, that sounds completely terrible, but they’d seemed okay with it all at first. Even Matteo and I worked through our shit. Or so I’d thought.
I can’t wrap my brain around why they’d go as far as welcoming Ren in with open arms and promise me it doesn’t matter if they were going to react this way at the peak of our destruction. We could’ve risen above it all and been everything our families expect of us, and they chose to let it all fall to the wayside despite their professions of never ending love and devotion prior to the news of my marriage.
They are such dicks. And not the good kind. More like the flaccid, bumpy sort that people typically steer clear of.
I’m going to spend my year destroying everything they are. They thought they could bully me last year to get me to leave, but oh how the tables have turned. Their halfhearted attempts to intimidate me were nothing compared to what I want to do to them now. I’m about to be their very own living nightmare and they’ll deserve every second of it.
No one gets the opportunity to break me, at least no one ever had before them. I let them in and they wrecked me. It only makes sense that I get a little retribution. Afterall, they are the ones who’ve always told me to stand tall and strong; to be the queen I’m meant to become.
Be a queen, stay a savage. Those were Matteo’s words to me the night our world fell to ruins.
After meticulously breaking down my carefully constructed walls, brick by brick with their bare hands, they’ve left me with nothing but a pile of rubble to protect my heart. I’ve been left to mourn their loss alone, with an emptiness inside of me, as if they’re the ones who died instead of me.
In reality, I know I’m not alone. I have Ren, but I’m sure they thought that if I survived, the festering wound they’ve left in my soul would destroy everything that Ren and I have built together.
Some days, my brain just doesn’t want to grasp the idea that they could be so cold and callous toward me. And then I have to force myself to remember it all.
They left me for fucking dead…
The powerhouse under my legs revs and snaps me out of my miserable thoughts. It’s a Harley Davidson Softail Delux and it’s my newest favorite toy. I love my jeep but can’t deny that this is a lot of fun too. Most people my age would want something fast and furious, but I wanted something chrome and clean. It gets up to speed for sure, but it’s more for comfort and leisure and less for street racing, though I wouldn’t be opposed to that either if I had the right equipment.
Maybe I’ll see if anyone is game on the backroads on the way out of town. There’s enough dudebros in this school who have more money than sense and like to compete, no matter what the game is and the other half would probably get off on the adrenaline high and gambling. I know for sure at least one specific guy here who’s competitive as fuck and would love to try and kick my ass just out of spite if I call him out to race. It’s a win win for me and I’d love to watch Noah lose at something. He’s not a good loser at all. Watching him get as pissed off as he did in the salon would be an added bonus to how hot it is to watch his crazy come out. He can’t hide that shit from me if he tries.
Ren pulls up into my spot next to me, and SB is right behind him pulling into her spot in her fancy new Jeep Wrangler. It’s almost an exact match to mine, but hers is bright yellow, just like her outgoing personality. That girl is sunshine personified. It’s nice to see that things stayed in order after my kidnapping last year. I wonder who the headmaster is this year. I forgot to asknonnoif he kept Nancy on after I offered her name up as my recommendation for the full time position.
We dismount our bikes and Ren pulls me in close enough that I can smell his clean soapy scent and the leather from his jacket. He’s wearing the school uniform, but he skipped out on the tie and left three of his top buttons undone, giving me the perfect glimpse at black rose tattoo and down to the start of his artfully decorated chest. He also kept his nose piercings and gauges in. He’s blatantly disregarding the guidelines since he genuinely gives no fucks about this place.
I’m pushing the limits as well, with my skirt altered slightly and my buttons undone, though it’s slightly more indecent on me, what with my cleavage showing. My whole outfit is bordering on slutty schoolgirl costume status since I’m out to prove a point. I’m going to make those assholes get rock hard and then stomp on their dicks. They could’ve made anyone fall in love with them, but they chose me—they chose fucking wrong.
Ren pushes me up against SB’s car and kisses me thoroughly, momentarily making me forget my plans of revenge when he starts sucking my tongue into his mouth and running his hands up my thighs. When he reaches the tops of my thigh highs, he sucks in a breath, realizing that I wore a garter belt today. I know at that moment that I’m in for a good night. His fingers find their way to my pussy lips and he softly grazes me, driving me crazy in a way that has me writhing against his hard body in just moments.
Before we can go any further though, we hear SB open up her car door.
“Uh,hello! I’m right here guys. If you want to fuck, get a room you sex fiends. I definitely don’t want to get arrested for, like, aiding and abetting indecent exposure or something crazy.” She laughs, completely used to the sexual frenzy we find ourselves in regularly. No wonder she wants a man.
“I have one. She wouldn’t let me stay in it. Revenge and whatnot is ‘hashtag priorities’ or some shit,” Ren says sarcastically and I can’t help the giggle that falls from my mouth.
“Hashtag priorities? Pfft.. okay.” I snort unattractively.
“Yeah, you know like the cool kids say or whatever. I don’t fuckin’ know. I’m a goddamn mob boss, not your average high schooler.” He shrugs his shoulders and tosses me a wink while SB and I die laughing.
“Um, I hate to burst your bubble Mr.Diavolo, but actually you are now. You're only eighteen and you’re technically enrolled in high school. Therefore, you are officially an average high schooler. Maybe it’ll be good for you to act your age for once.” I tease, weaving my hands into his and follow his lead toward the school.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with, shall we?”
* * *
Walking into the school is a little weird. It feels both familiar and foreign all at the same time. People are staring at me in awe and fear. We’re back pretty late into the school year, several weeks in fact, so everyone here probably assumed it would be back to the way they knew things before I came in and shook shit up last year.
They are looking at Ren with curiosity and wonderment. I doubt anyone here knows Matteo discovered a twin brother, let alone why I’d be walking in on his arm while the three guys that followed me around like lost puppies last year have been here riding solo since the school year started.
SB always makes an entrance so mostly they just look on at her in amusement, likely used to her theatrics since she’s also been here since the first day of school. “‘Sup bitches? Y’all ready for senior year to get wild?!" she yells, getting all the seniors around to cheer their excitement. Her face takes on a look of evil pleasure when she continues speaking though that makes me laugh. “Our queen is back and she’ll fuck you up if you step out of line. Try it. Get outta pocket and see what happens.” She smirks, clearly pleased with herself.
It’s highly entertaining that she’s using such lax verbiage. She’s been watching too many movies this summer and is apparently testing the waters, trying to show the more HBIC side of herself. I love it and support it entirely.
