“If someone fucked in my bathroom, they’re never invited back,” I said, sighing.
Getting ready for school was a pain in my ass. But it had to happen. I didn’t give a damn, though. I’d show up for lunch break and find Roy. Screw chemistry and English class. I didn’t need any of that shit in my life. I had no plans to go to college. I had no plans to continue education past high school. Despite my parents constantly nagging the fuck out of me for it, I had other plans. Other wants. Other wishes. I wanted to work on bikes and write my fucking books. I wanted people to leave me the fuck alone so I could indulge the only two things on this planet I loved.
Motorcycles and writing.
“Fuck my parents,” I growled.
And as I reached for my toothbrush, I settled into my morning routine. A lonely routine I’d crafted over the years to deal with my parents never being around.
Hell, it wasn’t my fucking fault they wanted to enjoy their money rather than their son.
* * *
The revving of my motorcycle engine was my second favorite thing about my damn bike. The first being how it vibrated underneath my ass. I pulled into the backyard parking lot of the school, where all the juniors and seniors were allowed to park their shit. I found myself a spot in back, next to the woods where I knew no one would fuck with my shit. Not that they dared do it anyway. The last person to touch my bike without permission ended up with a broken nose and blood on their shirt.
So what if I got suspended for the rest of the month for it?
Don’t fucking touch my stuff.
I turned my bike off and put the kickstand down. And after sliding my helmet off, I hung it off the handlebars. No one had even come toward my bike since that incident last year, so I knew my shit was safe. I slipped my bike keys into the pocket of my jeans, then straightened out my leather coat. People stared at me. Those who ate lunch at their cars so they could listen to music followed me with their eyes. Girls giggled off in the distance, causing me to wink at them from beyond my sunglasses. I loved it when the girls swooned. There was no bigger turn-on to high school girls than a senior who rode a bike. I licked my lips as I walked by a gaggle of cheerleaders, their eyes sweeping over my body with lust.
I winked at the head cheerleader. By the end of the semester, I’d have her right where I wanted her.
On my lap, riding my cock, with my bike vibrating underneath her ass cheeks.
I pushed my way through the back doors of the school, making my way to the cafeteria. My eyes scanned the room as I slid off my sunglasses in search of Roy. My best bud. My closest friend. I mean, Roy was a fucking kiss-ass. He wanted nothing more than to be exactly like me. Which was outstanding, until he wore my same fucking outfits. I hated it when he did that shit. I couldn't stand it when we turned up in the same clothes. Thank God his parents had refused to let him get tattoes that matched mine. But he was a pushover. Someone to boss around and laugh at whenever he ended up doing the stupid shit I asked him to do.
Roy was good entertainment.
I spotted him from across the room.
“There’s the big guy!” Roy exclaimed.
I grinned as I started across the cafeteria, feeling teachers and vice principals alike stare me down. I walked with my shoulders rolled back and confidence in my step. They hated me because they wanted to be like me. Carefree, with enough friends and money to run circles around the town of Riverbend twelve times over. That was how Roy and I knew one another. Our parents constantly competed with their wealth and ran in many of the same circles. Hell, Roy already had his college years planned out by his father. One well-timed donation to any Ivy League school of Roy’s choosing, and he could coast through the damn place on his father’s dime.
I didn’t want anything from my parents, though.
I didn’t want any reason for them to keep meddling in my fucking life after I graduated.
Roy grinned. “I was wondering when the hell you’d show up.”
I sat down beside him and he passed me a tray of food. Pizza, two rolls, two massive cookies, and a soda.
I smiled. “Oh, hell yeah. Pizza day’s the best around here.”
“Figured you’d need it after keg-standing through half the damn party last night.”
I snickered. “How much of it did I get down?”
“Looked to be about seven beers’ worth, I’d say,” Roy said.
“Eh, looks more like six to me.”
“I thought it was ten.”
“It was a smaller keg. Pretty sure he fucking chugged half of it.”
Roy chuckled. “Either way, you were sloshed. And it was incredible. That sloppy makeout session with Honkers? Priceless.”