I’m a spoiled, privately-schooled boy, who’s soon to be a spoiled rich man in a few months.
“What’s up with her, man? Did you speak to her?”
Cane’s talking about Barbie.
Barbie who’s well and truly off limits.
Soon I’ll be leaving school, and she’ll be… well, who fucking knows. Unfortunately, someone like her doesn’t mesh well with my world. It’s a part of the reason I try my hardest to hate her. If I hate her, I won’t want her. That’s logical, right?
“She’s feisty.” Cane smirks at me and nudges me with his elbow.
“You in love, yet?”
I roll my eyes at his words. “No, you idiot.” Slouching back in my chair, my eyes fall to the front of the room, but it isn’t the teacher who grabs my attention, it’s Livia. Who’s currently watching me?
“Nope, look away,” Cane says under his breath. Livia doesn’t hear him, but I do.
Livia is known to be the heartbreaker. She’s broken her fair share, so I’ve been told. Currently, Nate’s the next in line to have his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. She always seems cool, but I’ve never spoken to her much before today. I can see the appeal, though. Why the boys all lust over her. Why they fall for her. She has that type of charisma.
It’s naughty. With her knee-high socks and her skirt that’s just a tad shorter than every other girl at the school. She knows how to get noticed and keep you noticing.
“You’ll fall into the trap. You’ll never be able to escape,” Cane says louder this time.
Livia turns around, her pen tapping on her desk.
Leaning over so I’m closer to Cane, I whisper, “You tapped that?”
He laughs. It’s loud. So loud all the students turn back to have a look.
“No! Fuck no. She probably has a built-in cunt trap.”
I must also mention here that Cane has no filter. None. None at all.
“Cunt trap?” I ask him confused.
His hands form a fist with a hole in the middle, he sticks his finger in it then closes his hands around it tight holding onto his finger. His dark hair falls in his face. “Cunt trap. That fucker sucks you in never to escape. I like my cock in multiple cunts, thank you very much.” He nods his head like he agrees with himself, and then turns back to the front of the class to concentrate on what the teacher’s saying.
Got to say, it takes a lot of my energy not to laugh loudly at his analogy.
Instead, I look back and see Livia standing, turning, then she makes her way to me. Her long nails touch my desk, and she taps them, looking straight at me. People are standing and leaving as the bell rings, but Livia still stands in place looking down at me and blinking her eyes in that seductive way she has about her.
“You’re attending tonight, right?”
She’s talking about Cane’s party. If it was at someone else’s house, I might have answered no. But it’s Cane’s. He’s the first friend I made when I came to this school. I’d just left my mother’s to live with my father, to finish up my schooling before I could take over the business. Cane’s family is even wealthier than my father. They have money tied up in oil. He won’t ever have to work a day in his life if he doesn’t want to.
“Yes,” I answer her.
She smiles. “Good.” Then she turns, walking away, swinging her hair Jan Brady style as she disappears out the door.
“Cunt trap,” Cane says loud enough for the teacher to chastise him as we get up to leave.
I SEE Barbie again, but this time we don’t bump into each other. I’m watching her like she’s some kind of foreign creature. Why she intrigues me so, I just don’t know. When she looks at me, it feels as if she can see everything I’m hiding, and that shakes me more then I care to admit.
“Offer her a lift,” Cane says as we walk to my car. Saskia’s standing at the end of the driveway waiting for the school bus. She takes it almost every day unless her cousin drives her, which is rare from what I see.
“She might come to this one,” I tell him as I watch her climb the steps of the bus, her white-blonde hair disappearing from view.
“She may not, but cunt trap will be there for sure.”
We get into my car, but the bus Saskia’s on has gone long before we pull out. I’d heard stories of Saskia. Stories that she doesn’t come from money, and she’s at this school on a scholarship. Also, it’s thanks to her cousin’s family who help with her schooling. Supposedly, she lives in a trailer and comes from the not-so-wealthy side of town, unlike everyone else at our school. That doesn’t bother me, though, not in the least.