Page 45 of Hurts So Good
“Got your guy picked out?”
“I do. Fucker likes to roofie girls at frat parties and rape them. I’m going to give him a little taste of his own medicine, except for the raping. Not my speed. Dick isn’t my thing.” I give Hals a smirk and we both burst out laughing, gaining some attention from the students passing by. After one glare from us, they turn their heads away and rush off.
Fucking pussies.
Everyone knows not to fuck with us at this shit hole of a school. We are their rulers, their kings, and they’d rather lick the shit on the bottom of our shoes than defy us.
“How about you, J? Got your eye on someone?”
We both have the same economics class, per our father’s request. So we head to the building, everyone moving out of our way as we walk.
“Yeah, Jack Schwartz.”
“Why did you pick him?”
“Because he keeps fucking gloating about how he could beat my cross-country time.” Hals just shakes his head knowing how competitive I am. I’ve held the record since freshman year and if I have anything to do with it, the only person that has a chance of beating it will be my son.
“And the girl?”
I laugh as my lip curls up. “Hilary James.”
“That mousy girl. What the fuck, man? Couldn’t you pick someone better looking? I’d really prefer to not have to put a bag over her head as she sucks me off.”
“She’s not a dog. And it doesn’t matter, we just need her to seal the deal. She’s the final girl.” In more ways than one. She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Fine.” Hals grunts. If we left the choice up to him, he’d pick some bubbly, fake titty sorority girl. We let him pick last year, and it was a shit show. This time, we each put a name in the hat. Hals just didn’t know me and Jonas had the same girl in mind.
Hilary James is an okay-looking girl. Brown hair, green eyes, and glasses that she always seems to be pushing up her nose. In her three years here, I’ve never seen her at a party, with a guy, or hell, with friends. She’ll never be missed. She’s a scholarship student, I bet no one will even look for her.
“How are we gonna work it? There’s not much time left to get close to her.”
“Jonas. He’s the least threatening. A few sweet words from him and she’ll open her legs, happy that one of us is showing her attention. He’s already been working his magic.”
“You think she’s a virgin? I haven’t had one of those in a while. There’s just something about having your dick coated in blood as you fuck a bitch.”
Ellie and Jenny step into our path, silencing us. We immediately plaster on our fake smiles. As much as we hate these twits, our fathers seem to think for the moment they’d make good wives when we graduate. Not that we’d ever be faithful.
“Hey guys.” The way they speak in unison makes me want to gag as they poke their chests out, their tits barely contained in the tiny tops they call shirts.
“Well, if it isn’t the two most beautiful women on campus. Hals and I were just talking about you.”
“You were?” Ellie swoons as she steps closer, placing her finger on my chest, letting it glide down until it reaches the waistband of my jeans.
“Keep that up, baby, and I’m going to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone. Would you like that? Having everyone watch me come inside of you.”
Ellie bites her lip as she gazes up at me through her lashes. Yeah, she’s thinking about it, the horny little slut. Not that I’m opposed to whipping my dick out in front of everyone.
She giggles as I trace my finger down the side of her face. I hate when bitches do that. A catty little game. Ellie and Jenny know what our fathers want, and they think they can be the ones to make us faithful.
Fat chance, bitches.
Dropping my hand, I give her a fake smile, continuing to let her believe I truly care about her.
“We need to get to class. Stop by the house tonight and I’ll let you suck my cock. Let’s go, Hals.”
Pushing past them, we both smirk at their pouty lips, arms crossed across their chest as they stomp their feet on the ground. Immature. It’s a move that will cost them later—not like they’ll say anything. As much as we despise the thought of being chained to them for the rest of our lives, they desire to be with us even more.
“Heard from your dad yet? Mine’s been blowing up my phone all morning. Wanting to make sure everything is in line for the thirteenth and that we haven’t fucked shit up. They act like it’s our first year doing it and not our last.”