Bully Anthology: Boys of Westview Academy, books 1-4 Page 2

  I made it to Josh's side and his face lit up when he saw me.

  "Stephanie, babe!" he said and put his arm around me, pulling me against him. "I was just telling the guys that I've wanted to hook up with you for years now."

  "But you're too fucking frigid," Tyrell, his best buddy and one of the football jocks blurted out and they all laughed loudly.

  "I have standards. Sorry if I don't fuck meat heads," I told him and shot him a snotty look full of disgust.

  The guys laughed even harder at that.

  "Man, if you get this bitch naked, you're in for one hell of a ride," Tyrell chuckled and shook his head, letting me know I'd won this round. And I was drunk, so it was like a double victory.

  I guess he now knew in spite of me looking like a blonde bimbo and being a wannabe cheerleader, I had a razor sharp wit and I loved using it.

  Especially on meat heads like Tyrell.

  "He's just playin', babe," Josh said and kissed the top of my head. "You know how he is. I wouldn't say that about you."

  "I know he's a dick," I said, and Tyrell caught my eye across the peer bong table and smirked. He knew that although I'd beaten him just now, he also knew he'd still be a king at our school.

  I understood my place in the grand scheme of things and it wasn't on top unless I was there holding the hand of a boy who was leading the pack.

  And Josh was definitely leading the pack this year.

  "Get me another drink, babe," Josh told me and let me go when it was his turn to play. I wanted to watch and I wasn't feeling too stable on my feet, but when he wanted a drink, he got a drink.

  I wobbled back towards the kitchen but got turned around somehow and ended up opening the door to a bathroom.

  I need to pee really bad though, and couldn't quite remember what mission I'd been on anyhow so I sat down and closed my eyes while I did my business.

  I finished and was washing my hands when the door was pushed in roughly and slammed into my hip.

  "Ow, fuck!"

  "Shit, sorry," somebody said as he kept pushing his way in.

  I locked eyes with Tyrell and he immediately smirked as he realized I was trapped.

  "Damn, Steph, I came in to rock a piss but I wouldn't mind a little rub and tug if you're offering."

  "Fuck you, Ty," I snapped and shook my hands dry. I hated it when people called me Steph and he knew it.

  He still wouldn't get out of my way.

  "Let me go."

  "Come on, I've got a mad case of blue balls. Sarah moved away and I haven't been with anyone in weeks."

  "You've got a hand, use it," I said and stared up into his dark eyes. He was hot, I'd give him that. His brown eyes were hooded and sexy when he wasn't being a total jerk. He wasn't as thickly muscled as Josh, but he was fast and lean like a big cat.

  His dark hair was shaggy, he'd let it grow out over the summer, and he didn't dress like a jock like Josh. He dressed more like a guy who played guitar in a band, with ripped jeans and a leather jacket.

  He stood so close I could smell the leather jacket and the alcohol on his breath.

  "Come on," he moaned and grabbed my wrist. "Josh won't give a shit, he's finger fucking Tiffany right now."

  "Tiffany R. or Tiffany W.?" I demanded.

  "Does it make a difference," he laughed and pulled my hand to rest against the thick shaft in his jeans.

  I gasped and tried to jerk it away before he did anything worse.

  "It doesn't matter but it shows that you're lying," I replied and gave him one hell of a shove.

  He went off balance and fell back out of the bathroom, laughing so hard at me that I thought he'd choke.

  "I'm not lying, but you had your chance," Tyrell yelled as I fled down the hall.

  When I turned around there was already an eager young girl in my place, standing on her tip toes so she could kiss his full, sensual lips.

  I hated that he'd put a spike of jealousy in my heart but I also hated seeing him kiss that girl like I didn't matter to him.

  Not that I should matter, I was here for Josh.

  I ran back into the room with the beer pong game and asked, "Where's Josh?"

  The guys all looked uncomfortable and gave me half formed answers, nothing specific.

  I pushed past them in search of my girls.

  Things were spinning out of control too fast for me and I needed them to help me figure out which way was up again.

  Without them, I was floating through space with nothing to guide me back to earth.

  Chapter 3

  "Which Tiffany is at the party?" I demanded when I found Maddy.

  "What?" she asked and looked up from where she was sitting on some guy's lap. I kind of recognized him but he went to a different school. Maybe college even, but Maddy was always much more mature than me.

  "Which Tiffany is here?" I asked again, my breath coming in exaggerated puffs of anger.

  The longer I'd looked for Josh or my friends, the more upset I'd become.

  "I don't know, I think I saw Tiffany Williams. Why?"

  "That bitch," I spat. I was sure she was fucking Josh, that Ty had been right.

  "What's going on?" Maddy asked.

  "Ty said Josh was with one of the Tiffanys."

  It did matter which one it was, by the way. Tiffany Williams a major skank who'd fucked her way around the football team when she was in tenth grade. Tiffany Robertson was one of those phony purity princesses who pledged her virginity to her dad or god or something but would give hand jobs at parties like they were Halloween treats. If Josh was with Tiffany W. then I was in trouble. She had no boundaries. At least Tiffany R. wouldn't let him actually put it in her.

  Her pussy, that is. Rumor had it that she didn't think back door action counted as losing your virginity.

  Either way, it wasn't looking great.

  "Shit. Do you need help looking for them?"

  "Naw, you stay here."

  I walked through the mass of bodies in the living room and to the side of the house, then took the stairs to the second floor. Josh's room was at the end of the hall on the right.

  I heard talking when I got close to it and pushed the door open, expecting to find him fucking some girl on his bed.

  Only he was sitting next to Brie, fully clothed, and Brie was holding a joint.

  "Oh my god, I thought you were fucking Tiffany Williams!" I blurted in a slurred, chaotic stream of words.

  "Wait, what?" he asked.

  "We were waiting for you, silly," Brie said, holding the joint out towards me. “I told you by the bathroom that we’d be up here waiting.”

  I didn’t remember that at all. Also, I hadn't smoked weed for a few months, and even then I'd only done it once or twice. But I was wound up and needed to simmer down, so I took it and inhaled.

  I fought the cough as I handed it to Josh, but eventually it exploded out of me.

  "Oh that's good," I said with a strained voice.

  We passed it around a few more times until I felt like I was surrounded by a cocoon of happiness and all my earlier tension had left my body.

  "You look so cute like that," Brie said and turned to Josh. "Doesn't she look cute?"

  "No, she doesn't."

  My stomach sank at his words, but he kept going.

  "She looks fucking hot."

  My heart soared and when he patted his lap I sat on it, let him wrap his arms around me and nuzzle my neck.

  I wasn't thinking, but I felt good.

  I felt so much, but all of it was positive, joyful, pleasurable.

  I leaned into him and his lips touched mine. I closed my eyes and let it happen.

  Before I knew it, his hand was between my legs and I felt even better.

  "Come on babe," he groaned when he touched the small silky slip of my panties. "You gotta let me get this. I gotta have some."

  I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face was so gorgeous just then, he seemed larger than life, like a teenage god or something.r />
  I smiled and said, "No."

  His face dropped and he looked like he was about to flip out on me for cock blocking him yet again, but I didn't let it get to me.

  I had a plan, and that plan was in motion even though I was high and a little drunk still. That plan had been set in motion the moment he'd invited me to his party.

  I was going to lose my virginity tonight, and I was losing it to Josh.

  It felt like nothing else in the world existed. I slipped off his lap and his face lit up as he realized what I meant by my refusal.

  "Fuck, Stephanie," he said through his teeth. His voice was so thick and strained it almost didn't sound like him.

  I liked it. I liked having this control over the school's hottest guy, I liked having him like putty in my hand.

  I unzipped his pants and pulled it out, gasped when I saw its size and remembered everything Maddy had told me about doing this.

  Somewhere in the back of my head I realized that Ty was making out with Brie on the bed beside us. I didn’t know when he came in but I was too drunk and too high to care.

  Although some part of me hated being that out of control, there was a bigger part of me that loved being in charge of Josh and his thickness

  I opened my mouth and did what I'd been told to do, and by the sounds he was making, I was doing it right.

  It gagged me at first, but the vodka and pot helped me relax and get into it, and soon I felt like I'd been doing it forever.

  "You're a natural, babe," he groaned and pushed my hair away from my face to watch me. "Oh yeah, Stephanie, you're so good."

  I was really into it, all my focus was on Josh and the amazing noises he was making as I was doing the thing I’d been dreaming about. Nobody ever told me about that, how guys would growl in their throat and hold your hair back like you were a precious princess.

  I was so into giving him pleasure that I didn't hear the commotion just outside his room.

  And I didn't hear the door burst open.

  And I didn't noticed the bright shaft of light illuminate the dim room from the hallway outside.

  And I didn't noticed anything until my mom was screaming my name and Reg was grabbing me by the scruff of my neck like a kitten.

  "Oh my god, Stephanie! What are you doing?" Mom shrieked as I realized what was happening.

  Josh was frantically zipping up his pants and Brie just sat astride Ty like nothing was wrong. She had the biggest shit eating grin on her face and Ty didn't seem to care either.

  I was mortified. I didn't understand what was going on, the pot had scrambled my brain more than I'd realized, but I knew I was going to die of humiliation before the night was through.

  "What are you doing here?" I yelled as Reg dragged me to my feet.

  Mom tugged my dress down and Reg threw his jacket over my shoulders. "Where's Maddy?" I asked.

  "I don't know and I don't care," Mom wailed and tears streamed down her face. "If she or any of you come near Stephanie again, I'm calling the cops!" She was pointing at Brie and Josh.

  Josh stood up, trying to defend himself, but Reg promptly shoved him back down.

  They dragged me through everybody and the faces of my classmates were frozen in horror, embarrassment for me, but mostly mocking laughter.

  I even saw more than a few phones out recording the whole thing.

  I had planned on losing my virginity that night and starting the new school year as a senior on Josh's arm. I had planned on securing my place in the highly stratified social make up of my school.

  I had sworn that this was the year that everything would be different.

  That everybody would know who I was.

  I just hadn't ever imagined it would be because of this.

  My life was ruined.

  Chapter 4

  "Remember your plane ticket and passport. Keep it with you but have it ready to show them at any time," Mom said and fussed over me one last time before I went through the security gate at the Los Angeles airport.

  "I know, I know," I said and swatted her hands away.

  "We're doing this for your own good," Reg told me and tried to give me a hug.

  I stayed stiff in his arms and he let me go after a couple seconds.

  "I love you so much, sweetie. I know you're going to make me proud,” Mom said on the verge of tears.

  I waved at them and went through screening, picked up my laptop case and handbag on the other side and headed off into the airport without looking back.

  I was still too angry to be nice to them and I didn't want my last sight of them to be Mom with tears streaming down her face and Reg with that look of shock and concern that had been on his every day in the two weeks since they'd caught me at Josh's party.

  They’d apparently installed a tracking app on my phone and had checked up on me some time around midnight.

  I'd been dragged home and hadn't been allowed to start school. My parents had made such a big deal about it that they'd almost decided to home school me, but Mom had realized they couldn't afford for her to stay home instead of working so they needed a different solution.

  Not that I really wanted to go back to my old school anyways, not since I'd found out that Brie had been with both Ty and Josh that night. And the night after. And apparently they might be a threesome couple now. Or throuple as Maddy had called it.

  No, I didn't want to go back to school because the videos of me being taken from the party had gone viral.

  I was now forever going to be known and, "Girl caught giving blow job destroyed by epic parental walk of shame."

  Or even worse, just, “BJ Queen.”

  So just when everything seemed like it was going to fall apart, something happened that my mom had called a miracle.

  I'd called it horribly twisted.

  My biological dad had stepped up to the plate.

  After almost an entire lifetime of completely ignoring my existence, he'd offered to take me in and let me live at his place in some fancy small town outside of Boston.

  It turned out he was a kajillionaire or something. He had a huge place with a couple step kids, a new hot wife, and a gigantic mansion.

  I never did get why he left me and mom so long ago, their divorce had been done quietly and he'd never been on the hook for child support. Mom was an independent woman and figured she could take care of me herself.

  And early on, she had grandma and grandpa to help out. But they'd only had her late in their years so they'd passed away and left the two of us.

  And then the three of us when Reg had shown up. He'd been a great step dad to me and I would always be grateful for that.

  I mean, once I forgave him for utterly humiliating me in front of my classmates and essentially the rest of the planet via that horrible video.

  I'd barely left the house since that night, and even boarding the plane left me feeling prickly with anxious nerves. I half expected somebody to yell out, "Hey! It's that slutty girl from YouTube!"

  Nobody did though, and biological Dad had paid for a first class ticket so I got a comfortable spot all by myself up at the front of the plane.

  "Would you like a warm towel before take-off?" the flight attendant asked me as I settled in.

  I was immediately aware of how threadbare my backpack looked next to the soft, buttery leather of my private seat. At least I'd been smart enough to wear my nicest clothes, jeans and a Childish Gambino concert shirt that had been given to me by Maddy. Even though they were second hand, I wore them with pride. How many other people could fill in a pair of two hundred dollar Guess jeans like I did?

  And as for the shirt, nobody needed to know that I hadn't seen him live, that only my friend had been able to afford front row tickets and a VIP all access pass.

  Nobody needed to know I was the poorest of all my friends and managed to hang in there by being loyal and funny...and good looking. Let's face it, being attractive helped in high school. And in spite of my many insecurities, I knew I was pretty enough
to hang with the cool girls.

  "What's it for?" I asked the flight attendant, hoping she didn’t catch on that I was deeply out of my element.

  "It's lavender scented. It's supposed to help you relax."

  "I think I'll be okay, but thank you."

  She kept moving down the aisle and I collapsed into the comfiest seat I'd ever been in. Not that I'd flown a lot, just once for a spelling bee in seventh grade, but I could tell this wasn't the way most people got to experience air travel.

  The rest of the flight was amazing. The service was impeccable and I tried a few different treats off the menu. I couldn't even remember what anything was called, but it was delicious and I realized I'd probably not have many chances to try them again so I should take advantage.

  When I landed I followed the crowd to baggage claim, but was pulled aside by an airline concierge.

  "You don't need to follow the herd," he laughed and rolled a cart towards me. "I believed these are all the bags you checked."

  Sure enough, all my shabby, worn out thrift shop suitcases were accounted for. I cringed when I saw them in the bright daylight after I had been pampered so outrageously in the most expensive section of the aircraft.

  "Thank you," I said and pulled the baggage cart behind me as I went in search of the biological father I'd rarely spoken to, and only met a few times.

  I didn't even know if I would recognize him if I saw him.

  I hoped he had a sign or something so I didn't wander right past him.

  I rolled my luggage to the entrance where he said he'd be but didn't see anyone who even resembled him. Boston Logan International was a gigantic airport though and I began to worry that I was in the wrong section.

  I texted him, he was in my phone as, "Bio Dad," and waited.

  And waited.

  I checked his last text again, flagged down a passing airport worker and asked them if I was in the right place.

  Apparently I was, but biological Dad wasn't.

  I had been waiting for almost an hour since my flight landed when a sleek black Audi R8 came to a screeching halt in front of the terminal.

  Airport attendants rushed to the car, yelling that they couldn't park there and to move it before they were forced to tow it. I laughed as they frantically began to circle the car and demand the driver move, but did nothing else.