Royal Prick(13)

“Royal Black, but you can call me Prince if you would like.” My voice was slick as ice. I was a smooth asshole. As long as I could get my dick wet, I would be content living in this hellhole called my new home.

I stopped focusing on Noelle and moved past her to this other girl, wanting to make sure Noelle understood where she stood in my eyes. She greeted me with a wide smile. I could tell she was after the same exact thing that I was.

“This is sickening.” Noelle made a gagging sound as if she was about to puke, turning her back to us as she grabbed a few books from her locker. I scoffed at Noelle. I could practically see the new girl sharpening her claws. I wondered why she felt that way about someone like Noelle. Someone who seemed to fit in a whole lot more than I ever would.

“Now, now ladies, there is more than enough of me to go around.” I raised my eyebrow up at the girl that was ready to sink her nails into my chest. She was beautiful, but not in the natural way. It was more in the completely, over the top fake way, the kind where you knew everything on her was bought, from the way her makeup was perfectly placed on her face, to the fake nails that were glued to her original nails; then there was the fact that she could get away with showing as much cleavage as she wanted. She was more than asking for a man like me to fuck her brains out.

I was drawn from my own personal thoughts by the sound of Noelle gagging.

I almost laughed… almost.

“If you were smart, Royal, you wouldn’t want to stick your dick inside Sasha. Something that has teeth. I mean unless you want it bitten off?”

The air surrounding us seemed to spark with tension. I was starting to wonder who was going to throw the first punch.

“Watch it, bitch! You may think you’re something special because you get good grades, have an in with the teachers, and can seem to get away with just about everything, but I will fuck your life up if you talk down to me like that again.” Sasha was coming in swinging.

My heart thudded loudly in my chest, anxiety rising with each passing second. As much as Noelle got on my nerves and made me want to choke her to death, I knew I wouldn’t let Sasha fuck with her.

“Touch me. I dare you.” The challenge in Noelle’s eyes flared. God, the heat rolling off of her was burning me alive. Sasha didn’t seem the least bit concerned with anything that Noelle had to say. In fact, she ignored Noelle altogether, her attention averting down to her nails, as if they were of more importance.

The anxiety that formed deep in the pit of my stomach sank lower with every step that Noelle took away from me. I felt like an asshole for not standing up for her. I mean after all, wasn’t that what a brother was supposed to do? Yet I was pretty fucking impressed that she could hold her own against someone like Sasha.

“Thank God, she’s gone. I thought she would never leave.” Sasha looked up from her nail bed, annoyance saturating her words. I could see the look of claim forming in her eyes. Yeah, that wasn’t happening either.

“Let’s get something clear from this point forward. You and I can fuck, we can fuck however you want, and wherever you want...” I made sure she was looking at me so she understood just exactly what I was saying.

“But do not, and I mean it,” my voice grew cold, “fuck with her. I don’t care if the two of you had problems before I came along, if you fucking hate each other, but you don’t fuck with her. Got it?” I stared at her harshly, not breaking eye contact until I saw the small curt nod of her head, letting me know she understood what I was saying. For some reason the nod of her head didn’t seem like it was enough of an answer to me. I needed to press the issue further, just to prove my point and let her know just how serious I was.

“No, I want to hear the words. I want to know that we are clear,” I whispered sternly, giving her an icy glare. I wasn’t sure she would still want to fuck me after this, but if she didn’t then none of this mattered anyway.

Time seemed to stand still as she gazed up at me. There was a spark in her eyes that flared as I spoke. It was as if she was enjoying the dominant angry side of me.

“Yes, Royal, we’re clear,” she purred. Now that we had gotten that out of the way, we could head to the locker rooms and blow off some steam. I grabbed her hand in mine and let her lead the way.

All while the thought of Noelle lingered at the back of my mind.





Chapter Six

-Noelle



Anger.

Rage.

Hate.

All three were emotions I wasn’t familiar with in the least bit, but still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface all day long. It was as if I was preparing a roast, letting the meat marinate for hours, until it became weak and tender.