Chapter 10 The past
BLACK POV
I fucking hate it here.
I hate this school with the pretentious assholes boasting about money they never earned.
I hate the preppy uniform I'm forced to wear for yet another year.
One more dreadful year and I'm out of here.
My father wants me to go to some Ivy League University, preferably Yale, because that's his alma mater, and I could get in with a click of my fingers if I wanted to. He still doesn't know I have other plans, even if it's just as a fuck you to him and his fucked up family.
One more fucking year of living under the same roof as them.
I park my car in my usual spot, where I have a clear view of the entrance to the school, and I just sit there looking at the kids being dropped off by chauffeurs and parents in designer suits and overpriced yoga wear.
I wonder if these parents really love their children, or if they just spawned them to put their own expectations on them. I know my mother loves me with everything she has, and I know my father loves me too, even though he's almost never allowed to show it. He loves me, but he still wants to mould me into the image he wants to portray.
Another black SUV stops in the drop-off line, and a beautiful dark-haired woman jumps out of the driver's seat with a phone in her hand, seeming to vlog the first day of school for her child.
She seems different, though, her smile actually looks real, and even though my mother doesn't look as glamorous as she does, the love radiating from this woman reminds me of her. I've never seen this woman before, her child is probably a freshman. What a lucky kid.
I stiffen when a girl rounds the car, seemingly annoyed by her mother's antics.
Fuck.
The grey clouds in my world just made way for the most radiant sunshine.
I've never seen someone so enchanting as her.
Even from where I'm sitting, I can see the color of her emerald-green eyes. They shine brighter than the jewel itself. A blush is on her tan cheeks as she kisses her mother quickly on the cheek before she gets her backpack from the trunk. Her dark hair is pristinely in a ponytail on the top of her head, showcasing her breathtaking face and elegant neck.
She is absolutely perfect.
I want to wrap my hand around her unblemished neck and squeeze it until my fingerprints remain. I want to mark her so that every fucking idiot in this place and the world knows that she belongs to me and me alone. I want to wrap her slim, but shapely legs around my neck and taste her pussy before I fuck her into oblivion.
I hurriedly grab my backpack and make my way to the entrance. I don't want to lose sight of her. I need to know her name and where she's from. I want to taste what she had for breakfast. I have to hold her hand that is holding onto the strap of her backpack tightly.
She seems nervous, the emotion flashing in her eyes as she waves goodbye to her mother and makes her way inside the building.
I'm behind her now, my eyes hungrily observing the way her silky dark-brown hair swishes as she walks, and the short navy skirt that hides what I really want to see. She seems unreal, ethereal in the way she moves like liquid water.
I will my mind to think of something else, because my dick is threatening to make an appearance, and that will not go over well on the first day of school.
She's definitely a freshman. She has that new, innocent look about her, the same look everyone has before this place taints them. That also means I have to stay far away from her. Yet I can't stop myself from following her.
Freshmen have an orientation week before school starts, so they don't get lost on the first day. So I slowly follow her to where she stops for her locker. I want to get closer to maybe see her combination, but one of the girls I've been fucking over the summer chooses that damn moment to throw herself at me.
"Are you ignoring me?" Katherine McDowell throws her arms around my neck, pouting her already fake lips at me. Did she get more injections since the last time I saw her?
"I saw you last week." I try to get her arms off from around me before the freshman sees her draped all over me, but it's too late, because those emerald eyes find me in the middle of the hallway.
An embarrassed blush creeps onto her neck, making me smile, and she quickly looks away when she finds me looking.
Oh, to have those eyes on me and only me would be a victory I would celebrate forever.
I manage to escape Katherine's clutches, but she follows me like some lost puppy, and I have to leave the freshman otherwise I would look like a freak.
My eyes follow her again during lunch, and I become extremely irritated when I see that fucker Benedict Cargill talking to her and making her laugh.
I slam him into his locker after school, but the idiot smiles like the psychopath he is.
"Who is the girl you were talking to at lunch?" I demand to know, my fingers squeezing his shoulder.
He grins even wider. "I call dibs, she's in my class."
I refrain from rolling my eyes because the asshole has no game. "What's her name?"
"Madison Smith, the guys have started a betting pool on who can fuck her first. You want to join in?"
What I want to do is break his neck instead. "Call it off."
"Or what?"
Benedict Cargill has a fucking death wish, and if his father wasn't who he was, I would've gladly rid the earth of this scum, but his name alone carries power.
I also know that with him, you can never show too much of your hand, but if he ever does anything to hurt her, I will kill him.
And I will bury him where his father will never be able to find his body.