How did things end up like this? I had every intention of just quietly finishing my senior year. Sure, ice garnered attention at each new school I've attended over the years. But nothing like this. It makes me wish the Frost brothers had just left me alone.
If they had, Jane and her friends would leave me alone. But it just seems every interaction with one of the brothers escalated their aggression towards me. They were culminating with an attack on me as I was heading for my bus. It's ridiculous. I didn't do anything wrong.
Okay, so maybe Jane could be mad about my lunch with Darius. I'll admit feeding him wasn't innocent. But it still isn't a good reason for them to shove me, steal my bag, and continue to push me around as they encircled me.
They were looking for a fight. And I had enough and gave it to them. It was when that teacher stepped in, I considered I had made the wrong choice.
And once again, the Frost brothers got involved defending me. It was rather strange watching them manipulate the situation, and that teacher let me off with just the warning.
As grateful as I did not have to go to the principal and have my dad called, I was uneasy at how they decided to have me ride home with them.
But as much as I wanted to protest, hearing that one of those girls was on my bus shut me up. I didn't want to deal with that on the ride home or, worse, Jane and her friends to know where I lived. They'd make my life hell.
Though how that all ended with me sandwiched on the back seat of their Mercedes SUV, don't even get me started on how elitist rich kid is between Elijah and Forrest, I'm not sure.
"You realize there's a front seat, right? Maybe one of you or I should sit in it,” I suggested using my elbows to try and make room. It may be a luxury SUV, and maybe if it were just the two of them or me and one of them sitting back here would be comfortable.
As neither seemed even phased by my elbows, I folded my arms and frowned. "Awe, she's even cute when she pouts,” Forrest teased on my right, poking my cheek. I narrowed my eyes up at him.
"Stop that, Forrest. Lord, how do people not realize which one you are? Your personality screams goofball,” I rolled my eyes. On my left, Elijah softly chucked. "She's got you pegged, little brother,” he smiled.
"I didn't realize Forrest liked to be pegged. I don't think I'm into that,” I watched wouldn't have. I shouldn't have made a sexual comment. Not in this car with these three men.
I tried desperately not to blush, but I knew I was., I could feel my cheeks burning. "Oh damn. Someone's got a dirty mind,” Darius taunted from the front seat.
Looking up, I made eye contact with him in the rearview mirror, and those ice-blue eyes had darkened, becoming more intense. I found myself shifting slightly, pressing my thighs together, trying to alleviate this growing need I felt.
I glanced to my left and right and realized all three of them looked at me with the same eyes. Crap! It was bad enough that one of them was looking at me like that.
"Well, it's a good thing that's not something any of us are into either. But now I wonder what you do like,” Elijah questioned. His hot breath against my ear sent a shiver through me.
"I... we aren't discussing that,” I shook my head. Getting into a conversation about sex with even one of them sounded dangerous, so it was probably the worst idea possible with all three.
And now my virgin brain is going to implode as the thought of all three of them kissing and touching me crossed my mind, wondering if they kiss differently.
Would each brother’s touches feel different? Would I even be able to know which was touching me where? Yep, my brain is getting overloaded, and all they've done is look at me and ask what I like.
"You alright?” Elijah questioned, turning my head to make me look at him. And crap, there's a legit concern in those eyes of his. "I'm… I'm fine,” I tried to assure.
"You don't sound or look fine,” Forrest frowned, turning my head in his direction now. "I'm just. Can we not have this conversation? Darius, are we near my bus stop? I'd like to get out of the car,” I asked.
"A couple more blocks, sweetheart. Just relax, okay. No one's going to make you answer questions you don't want to or do anything you don't want to,” Darius assured.
"Guys, give her some space,” he instructed. And surprisingly, they did. Elijah and Forrest both shifted to lean against the doors giving me some much-needed breathing room.
I smiled softly. At least the brothers aren't bad guys. Just a bit much at times, especially together. I could see the bus stop up ahead and felt conflicted.
Part of me couldn't wait to get out of this car and put much-needed distance between myself and the triplets. The other part wanted anything but space from these men. "A Frost always keeps their word,” Darius said, pulling to a stop.
"Thanks for the ride,” I nodded, making sure I had everything. "Anytime, sweetheart,” Darius winked at me in the rearview mirror.
"We owed you anyway. If none of us had reacted or shown interest in you, they wouldn't have bothered you,” Elijah sighed.
"So, what we mean is we're sorry for the trouble. But we also don't plan just to stay away from you, Riko,” Forrest added, getting out to let me slide out.
"Um...okay. Apology accepted, I guess. Bye Darius, Elijah, and Forrest,” I nodded to them, quickly getting out and heading for our rental house.
I didn't dare look back as much as I wanted to. Looking back would mean I'm interested in one or all the brothers. And I am not ready to consider that. Just the thought of being interested in one of them was dangerous.
Jane and her friends were already against me. And I've heard whispers around the school. The brothers were the most wanted guys there. I'm not sure I want to make every girl in school hate me.
"Sweetheart, that you?” my dad's voice called when I shut the front door. I cringed as he called me sweetheart. Darius had called me that multiple times today, and suddenly, it had a new meaning.
"Yes, papa!” I called out as I removed my shoes. "You're home ten minutes late. Why?” he asked, coming out of his office still in uniform.
Crap. He's a stickler about time. "Sorry, sir. I missed my bus,” I sighed. It wasn't exactly a lie.
"And how did you get home then?” he questioned, giving me a look that makes recruits shake in their boots. My back straightened, and I tried to think about how to answer without causing trouble.
"Some classmates were nice enough to drop me off at the bus stop,” I replied. It wasn’t a lie. The brothers are my classmates.
My father came closer, inspecting me. "Classmates? Making friends already?” he asked before smiling. "That's good,” he hugged me.
"You're always all standoffish for the first months at a new school. I'm glad you've made friends. Now go change and come help me make dinner,” he said, letting me go.
"Um… thanks, dad. I'll be right down. Don't burn anything,” I teased before hurrying upstairs to my room. I can only hope he doesn't ask about who drove me home. He would lose it if he heard about the triplets.
Dinner with dad went fine. I kept worrying that he was going to ask questions about who drove me home. I’m very thankful he didn’t. I wasn’t sure how to explain the triplets to him. And no matter how I explained it unless I could say they are homosexual; dad wouldn’t like it. Not only do I not want to deal with that, but I then also run the risk that he’ll try to transfer me to an all-girls school. And while I haven’t made any friends, unless the brothers count, and only really made enemies, I don’t want to transfer schools. After cleaning up from dinner, I prepped my lunch for tomorrow. I found myself wondering if Darius would eat lunch with me again. And found myself smiling at the thought of sharing my lunch with him and wishing his brothers were also in our lunch period. “That’s a lot of food for you,” my father commented as he loaded the dishwasher. I furrowed my brow and looked down. It was almost double what I’d packed for today.
I wished Riko had just texted us her address so we could have picked her up. I don’t trust that bitch Grace as far as I could throw our car. All three of us had tried to text her, but either she turned her phone off or was on silent. Which neither would be surprising. She seemed like one of those kids that followed the rules and wouldn’t want to be in trouble for her phone during school hours. Is her dad why she wouldn’t let us pick her up or drop her off at home? I mean, I know my share of intimidating dads. If Reese weren’t already able to intimidate every guy she’s ever met, Uncle Apollo sure would. I’m pretty sure the only reason dad even managed to date mom was because his dad, grandpa Adien, was friends with her dad, Grandpa Ares. We could handle a protective, military father. And I’m sure her dad would be cool with it if he understood that some of the girls at school have decided to target Riko thought that was our fault. But even m
I don't use the word hate often. My mother always quoted William Penn when I was a girl. “Dislike what deserves it, but never hate: for that is of the nature of malice, which is almost ever to persons, not things, and is one of the blackest qualities sin begets in the soul.” I kept repeating that quote, hearing her sweet and comforting voice as I was pushed against my lock and called all manner of vile things by Jane and her friends. I repeated it as I rushed to homeroom, and I used all my willpower not to look at or respond to Darius. I only just met them. If I gave them what they wanted, if I stayed away from them, they'd leave me alone. It shouldn't be hard, right? It should be easy. Then why did it hurt so much when I told Darius to leave me alone, for all of them to leave me alone? I found myself shutting myself in a bathroom stall. "Fuck!” I yelled in frustration. I leaned my head back against the booth, closing my eyes, trying to ho
Damn them. Damn all three of the Frost brothers. “Well, let’s get back to your work class,” Ms. Grant called out, clapping her hands to get the attention of our class. Blushing brightly, I hurried to a seat, finding Cassidy had left the spot next to her open. I could tell Cassidy was bubbling over with questions as I got out my sketchbook and tried to focus on the still-life drawing, we worked on today. “Spill,” she whispered. “Can we just not?” I pleaded. “When I left you, you’d been crying in the ba
Now rationally, I should be jealous as fuck that she was even worried about my brother or that either of my brothers got close to a girl I want. But oddly, jealousy didn’t rear its ugly head. I’m not saying I would get off on the idea of one of my brothers kissing or touching her. That’s just some weird incest shit if you think I’d be attracted to my mirror images. But I did like the way she blushed when Darius teased her in that classroom earlier. So, I’m oddly at ease with the fact my brothers are both into Riko. And unlike other girls who had probably wished they could parlay their way into bed with us all at once, just to check it off a list, Riko’s different. We aren’t interchangeable to her; she sees us. And that was too rare of any of us to pass up. And she fit so perfectly against my side, and I’m sure she fits just as well with my brothers. I was smiling as we walked into Physics. I hate physics, and I’m fucking smiling as we sit at our
I cannot believe Forrest! Every warning my dad has ever given me about boys flashed through my mind. Rationally I knew I should have shoved his hand away when he started to go under my skirt. Yet I didn’t. I didn’t try to move his hand or stop him till he moved to touch between my legs. And well, I only stopped him then because we were in class. I could barely keep it together when he was feeling my leg. I don’t think I’d have managed if he touched me there. These boys brought out something in me I didn’t know was there. I was glad he at least stopped when I told him to. He respected my boundaries, and I can only think so would his brothers. He said they would, which was so weird. How could each of them seem so okay with this? It’s not normal. I may not have experience with boys, but I know this situation isn’t normal. It’s strange that none of them get jealous, just now when Darius pulled me to him and snuck a kiss against my temple. Forrest didn’t bat an ey
I have never liked Brant Jones. Not even in kindergarten. He was a little shit back then, and he only grew into being a giant asshole. I was barely able to pay attention for the rest of the 6th period. I kept finding myself rereading the texts for Riko. He had the guts to ask her that. To proposition her. He deserved so much more than her slapping him. I hope she left a mark. Principal Walters better punish Brant. If he doesn’t, I don’t care if Brant’s dad’s a senator. Mine will bury them in legal battles. I bet there are enough students, past and present, that would be willing to file against Brant for sexual harassment in his four years here at Ravenwood. And it won’t just be Brant I see facing legal action if Walters lets him have ANOTHER free pass to harass female students. Walters and this whole school district would pay if it came to that. Yes, I know that I am only entertaining taking action because it’s affecting Riko is bullshit
I found myself rereading the text from Elijah. Riko had detention for slapping the little shit, and Brant was suspended as this was just another in a long line of sexual harassment misconduct. I didn’t like she had detention for it, but at least Brant was getting what he deserved. But he deserves much worse. I felt terrible about the damn rumors going around about her. It was our fault. If we’d not all pursued her, if we’d just ignored the attraction to her, she’d not be in this mess. But we can’t change the past. Just must keep moving forward. And there is no going back. I don’t think any of us could go back even if it’s only been two days. I know we all like the way we feel when with her, too much to walk away. We grew up on stories about our parents falling in love. About how they’d been friends, they never initially saw each other as a possibility. Yet in high school, dad started to see mom in a new light, she’s older than him, and h