But it didn’t matter. Kellan has been bitching for weeks about his grades, and Coach has even been hounding him to get them up, or he was gonna be in deep shit, so Eli dared him to change them. He drew the dare and had to do it on his own. That’s just how the rules are. I won’t lie and say we weren’t surprised by the dare ’cause we were. Normally anything school related is off limits. But Eli has had this fuck-you-world attitude lately. I think Cole’s need to push the limits in everything he does is starting to rub off on him.
The song changes to “Throne” by Urbanstep, Micah Martin as the door swings open to the storage closet.
Cole steps out. He’s zipping up his jeans, still dressed in his white T-shirt, when Natasha darts out from behind him. Her short blond hair has that freshly fucked look to it from his hands gripping it. She’s panting as her chest rises and falls quickly under her black dress. But other than that, she looks like she didn’t even take it off.
“You’re slacking, Cole,” Eli muses, looking over the girl and noticing the lack of evidence that he fucked her.
I’ve been in the same room with him while he fucked a girl—her clothes were ripped, and she couldn’t even walk afterward.
Cole snorts, and my eyes fall to her knees to see the carpet burns on them before she darts up the stairs, avoiding eye contact with any of us. When she went in there with him, I was the only one sitting down here with Cole. Now there are an extra four sets of eyes.
Plopping down beside me, he leans over, picks up the pack of cigarettes from the round table, and lights one up. Then he sits back and closes his eyes, taking a long drag, the end of the cigarette burning red.
“How was she?” Eli asks him with a smirk.
Cole pulls the cigarette away and blows out a puff of smoke. “The fact that I was in there for more than twenty minutes should say enough,” he answers dryly.
We all chuckle.
Kellan stands. “You know I fucked her just last night, right?” he asks, his voice hardening.
The room falls silent. Cole turns toward him with a look of boredom on his face. “Yes. And that’s why the only thing my dick touched was her mouth.”
Eli snorts while taking a drink of his beer. His hand quickly wipes off the liquid that runs down his chin.
Kellan fists his hands down by his side but doesn’t say anything else about the girl. Instead, he changes the subject because he knows it’s pointless. She means nothing to Cole.
“Are we gonna draw tonight or what? Not all of us have parents who don’t give a shit where we are.”
Cole’s blue eyes narrow on him, and I think he’s about to tell Kellan to piss off. Instead, he brings the cigarette to his lips and takes another long drag. Blowing it out as though he has all the time in the world, he remains quiet.
Kellan has a problem with Cole. I’m not sure when it started or why, but I know he’s jealous. There are eight of us on the swim team who are what our school calls sharks. We dominate the pool and this town. Even though we’re only sixteen, the upperclassmen fear us because we’ve beat up our fair share of juniors and seniors. That’s one thing about us—when we decide to do something, we make sure we win.
“If you need to leave, then leave,” Cole finally tells him, looking away, clearly dismissing him.
Kellan’s jaw tightens.
“Come on, man?” Eli pats the seat next to him. “Sit down. Tell your mother that you stayed with me tonight. Aimee will cover for you.” He holds up his full drink in offering.
Kellan lets out a sigh and falls down onto the seat beside him. He throws it back.
Cole takes another drag from the cigarette and then pulls his cell out of his pocket.
Bennett jumps up from the recliner and runs up the stairs. Probably to go jack off or something. Either that or the girl he’s been texting just arrived.
“Where are Landen and Maddox?” Shane asks.
He’s been extremely quiet tonight. He and Kellan are tight. When one is pouting, so is the other one. I always joke that they share the same menstrual cycle.
“They are in a bedroom upstairs somewhere fucking the twins,” Eli answers.
“Do you think they trade?” Shane wonders curiously. “Like fuck each other’s girlfriends? I wonder if everything is the same?”
“I know I would.” Eli laughs.
“You can’t even keep one bitch happy, so how would you manage two?” Cole asks before taking a drink of his beer.
We all laugh.
“Speak for yourself.” He shoves Cole in the shoulder. “Little Miss Priss didn’t look too satisfied when she ran out of the closet.”