Page 4 of Diesel
“Sir, you need to remind the new girl of the school rules. I can’t sit here and allow her to be sexually suggestive towards Diesel.”
The teacher sighs and stands from his desk.
“Something tells me that Mr. Briar can fight his own battles. Since everyone seems to be more interested in the new student, how about she comes up to the front and introduces herself.”
The entire class turns to look her way, her entire face goes bright red, and she starts to shake her head.
“Up you get, little creature. Everyone wants to know all about you.”
Her cute little button nose turns up at my words, and she narrows her eyes; her icy glare would shoot ice daggers at me if she had half the chance.
She pushes back her chair and stands, straightening her skirt. She walks past Dustin's chair, and he brushes her leg with his fingers. I pick up my ruler and launch it at his head. He turns around, and his face falls when he realises that it was me who just assaulted the back of his head.
“Hi, I’m Cyrus. There isn’t much to know about me.”
She doesn’t look up as she talks, she picks at her cardigan as if it’s her lifeline.
“I didn’t want to be here, but since I’m under my father’s thumb, I didn’t have a choice.”
What the fuck? She seems so delicate and fragile, so much so that I want to take her in my hands and crush her into tiny little pieces.
“You can be underneath me all you like.” The words fall from my mouth before I even know what I’m saying. She looks up from under her thick lashes, and her large blue eyes lock with mine. Relief washes over her.
“Diesel,” the teacher warns, and I salute him. “Thank you, Cyrus, go back to your seat so we can get on with the class.”
She scurries back towards me, and I can feel Ryot watching me. He knows that I just saved her ass with my comment. I refuse to look at him because I don’t even know what came over me. All I know is I want to be the one to break her and crush the delicateness right from her body.
She ignores me for the rest of the lesson, and when the bell goes, she grabs her things and rushes from the room like her ass is on fire.
Ryot and I have gym next period. Today, the teacher will have us sparring and working on our technique. The class is a mix of Alphas and future Alphas.
Usually, there are up to ten Alphas in each year level, but it depends on what families send their children here. We have six now since my cousin left, and the year Elevens have three: Hendrixx, Draven, and Huntley. Every year level has a top three except for ours. It’s me, Cuyler, and the triplets. Usually Ryot advocates for himself and his brothers, since he is the eldest by a few minutes.
All Alphas live in the black dorm, and each floor is designated for a different year level. The penthouse apartment is for us. It’s the furthest from the actual school and other dorms. Perks of being at the top.
None of us take girls to our rooms, nor do the other Alphas. It’s one of my rules because once you let one in, they want to leave shit behind and drama always follows. We allow invites, only to our games room where we hold exclusive parties.
Lux is the only exception to the no girl in the dorm room rule. Mr. Langley, the triplets’ father, would have our balls if we pissed her off. She has him wrapped around her little finger, the daughter he never had.
Ryot and I walk into the sports building. Everyone is already here except for our coach, my damn uncle. We don’t get along, but that isn’t unusual for a Briar, since we’re all in competition to take over. I don’t necessarily want to take over my father’s corrupt business, but I hate to lose, and that leaves me in a dilemma of being my father’s bitch. At least until he signs his shit over to me and retires, which won’t be until I graduate university at the earliest. I don’t know if I can last another five years under his thumb.
“Fuck,” Ryot swears under his breath. “What did you do to piss him off this time? Did you fuck his ex again?”
“I never fucked her, I let her suck my dick,” I state, and Ryot snorts.
I smirk and look around the room. It looks like Emory has some speed and agility drills set up for us today. The asshole knows it was leg day yesterday, and now he wants to work on our leg speed.
“Okay, assholes, listen up. Go get changed and start stretching. Anyone who is new, come and find me once you’re in your workout gear,” Emory yells as he enters the room. No one rushes off except the little year seven newbies. They look like damn babies, but being at the top, you need to be ruthless right from the start. There is no time to be a pussy and cry for your mummy and daddy to come save you. It’s a dog eat dog world, and people will do whatever it takes to be at the top, even if that means standing on others to do so. Take me for example, Cuyler is my best friend, but I would take him down if he tried to take my place here at Briar.
“How’s Olivia?” I ask my uncle as I walk past.
“How the fuck should I know? She is nothing to me, thanks to you. I did see the hot piece of ass that started today, do you think your father would fire me if I fucked a student?”
It’s no secret Emory doesn’t want to be teaching here, but when you piss my father off, he likes to mess with your life. So as much as I fucking hate his guts, there is no way in hell I want to end up back here or in miliary bootcamp.
I shrug, “Maybe, but are you willing to risk something worse than this hell hole?”
My uncle is still young. He didn’t set out to be a teacher, but he lost his fight his senior year at Briar, which pissed my father off, and he made him go off to university to study teaching, and that's where he met Olivia. She comes from a wealthy family and still wanted to work with kids. No fucking idea why someone would do that.