Cassidy: I consider myself an intelligent liberal woman. Sure some would call me a feminist, and that's being polite. I know my worth and have a standard of who I date. It may not be fair to write off all jocks. I don't have time for players, and jocks tend to be just that on and off the field. Especially Collin Cole. Collin: I love being a player. On and off the court. Being one of the starting players in our high school basketball team is great. I love playing basketball and everything that comes with it, including the popularity and the girls. I rarely date a girl for more than a couple of months. Finding a new girl is easy. They practically fall at my feet, except for Cassidy Summers. This is part of the Ravenwood series. It features characters and events from The Princes of Ravenwood. If you haven't read that book, it is okay. This book can stand alone. Ravenwood Series Reading Order: Book 1 - The Princes of Ravenwood Book 2 - Chasing Kitsune Book 3 - Expect The Unexpected Book 4 - Out Of My League Book 5 - Man's Best Wingman
Lihat lebih banyakSenior year! Yeah! I should be stoked. And I am. Mainly because it means I graduate and can get away from these prissy fucks. I didn’t want to come to Ravenwood. My mom didn’t want to send us here either. She felt it was too elitist. But my other mom wanted to give James and me the best education available.
So off to Ravenwood, we were shipped. We don’t come from money. Thankfully we were eligible for scholarships that helped supplement the tuition fees. I know I’ve probably confused you talking about two moms. So let me get this out of the way now.
Yes, I have two moms. They have been married since 2004, when the state legalized gay marriage. And yes, I know I’m going to be 18, so I was obviously born out of wedlock. This really is an odd term and not really relevant when you account for the fact my ‘dad’ was what I call a turkey baster.
You guessed it. I’m an artificially inseminated baby. Same with my brother James. Basically, our moms knew whether they were legally married or not. They wanted a family. So they went through a lot of effort picking the sperm donor. I have no clue who the guy was. Yes, I say guy because James and I have the same donor.
I happen to come from our mom Hope’s egg. So I inherited her fiery red hair, fair skin, green eyes, and freckles. I also inherited her temper and mouth. I’m not sure what I got from the donor, though mom jokes it’s probably where I got the brains. I guess there are worse things to inherit.
James came from our other mom, or Mamá as we call her, Jennifer’s egg. He got her dark hair, brown eyes. No one ever believes we are related because of how different we look. He got the donor’s looks, at least I think so since his face shape doesn’t favor Mamá’s or any men in her family.
James apparently did not get the rebellious or politically active gene. He blends in too well with the douche canoes that attend this school. He’s actually embarrassed that I’m his older sister. Ironic since I’m embarrassed he’s my brother.
He’s still pissed at me for the protest I held against the sexist regime that is our school athletics. They have limited sports available for girls, and otherwise, they tell you to join cheerleading. Right because I would totally debase myself by wearing a super mini skirt and crop top to jump around showing off my underwear, cheering for the asswipe jocks.
James thinks I’m being too harsh, and I should stop being such a bitch about things. Like, he doesn’t get why I’m pissed about this shit. Then there’s Brant Jones, son of our very own Senator Jones gets away with sexual harassment. James thinks he’s great and doesn’t get why I dumped the prick in a week.
The guy was a uber creep who tried to pressure me into sex. Like fucking hell. And then I found out the guy has sexually harassed most of the female population at the school one way or another. He even puts cameras in the girls' locker room!
Yet James wants to be his friend? How do two very progressive lesbians raise a sexist neanderthal? This just tells me that our donor must be a sexist neanderthal since I can’t say my brother got these opinions for nurture. That or honestly, I think it’s the Y-chromosome as a whole. It genetically makes males morons.
Speaking for morons. I rolled my eyes as one of the Frost triplets walked past with Jane Burns clinging to his arm. I don’t know which of them is dumber. Jane because she doesn’t realize the Frost family uses people like tissues. Or whichever Frost because he either isn’t aware or doesn’t care that she’d only into him for status.
“See you in gym class, Darius.” Jane purred, leaning on apparently Darius’s arm. I resisted the urge to throw up, knowing they were about to suck face while blocking my homeroom. But the strangest thing happened. He dodged her kiss. “Yeah, sure.” he grunted and headed down the hall, an orange backpack slung over one shoulder.
I couldn’t help it. I snickered. “Mind your own business lesbo.” Jane scoffed at me. I rolled my eyes. “Real inventive, you homophobic bitch. Being called a lesbian, whether true or not, isn’t an insult. My moms are fucking awesome. But don’t worry, even if I am a muff diver, you couldn’t pay me to touch you.” I scoffed and pushed past her into English.
That was these unimaginative snotty little shits best insults. They really do lack creativity. In two years of attending this school, they’ve only thrown insults at me because I have lesbian mothers or the usual ginger remarks. I heard better insults when I attended public school.
I hate second-period gym class. I’d hate gym class no matter what period it is. I get that we need exercise and yadda. But really, the coach just uses it as an excuse to give players of whatever sport extra practice time. I grumbled as I slowly made my way to the gym.
I grunted, coming around a blind corner at the bottom of the stairs running into the back of some idiot. “Watch where you’re going?” The neanderthal grunted at me as I moved around him. “Kiss my ass, Collin. And maybe try not just standing idly at the bottom of the stairs.” I scoffed, flipping him off.
“Bend over, and I’ll bite it.” Collin laughed, biting the air. Some of his jock pals joined him as they clamored down the stairs for gym class. “Yeah, cause I want to get rabies amongst whatever other diseases you carry.”I rolled my eyes, heading into the changing room.
I could still hear their laughter. I clenched my fists and resisted the urge to go deck them. I took a breath, held it till the count of four, then released it. Reminding myself that if I get into a fight… again… I’ll be expelled. And neither of my moms will be cool with that. I’d be killed or, worse, forced to do home school.
I shuddered at that thought as I got changed for gym. I hate uniform gym clothes. I hate uniforms in general. They are just a way to crush the individual. They don’t make us equal like they try to claim. All it does is perpetuate gender stereotypes as well. It’s freaking 45℉ outside, and I still have to wear a skirt that is supposed to fall no higher than a credit card above the knee.
I might dislike the uniform less if I got to wear slacks. After two years of fighting for that and the school board still shut me down. Mostly because enough of the other girls argue they like the skirts. I know other girls don’t want to wear a skirt all damn year, but they are too afraid to speak out.
I sigh, stepping out into the gym getting in line with the other girls for roll call. Then we’ll get divided up into teams of four to play volleyball while the boys will divide up into teams of three to play basketball.
I fucking hate volleyball. It hurts my damn forearms. I’d rather play basketball. I’m damn good at it. I beat James in our one on one games at the house. I’ve also beat Dylan and Lance. They are the closest I get to cousins since they are my mom’s best friend’s boys. Sucks, they are older than me. It would have been cool to go to school with one of the Carter brothers.
I sighed and wandered to join Jessica, Layla, and Anne to form our volleyball team. “Can we just play the game, get through class, and ya know you do not get us in trouble?” Anne frowned, tossing the volleyball to me. “I’ll try.” I shrugged. It was honestly the best I could offer.
We started playing and got into a decent rhythm. As I went to serve, I missed all because a basketball slammed into my back. “Mother fuckers…” I growled. “Yo! Summers! Little help?” Collin Cole shouted. I narrowed my eyes picking up the basketball, and glared at him.
“Um… red. The ball.” Collin gestured to the ball. “Just pass it over or roll it. Whatever.” he sighed, motioning with his hands how to pass or roll the ball. “Cass…” Jessica whispered my name, stressing it like a plea. I ignored that plea and checked the ball into his nuts.
Collin went down like the sack of shit he is. “Why’d you do that?” Collin’s voice was an octave higher than usual. “You said a little help. I thought I’d aim for the smallest part of your body. I’d have aimed for your brain, but… wait, I think I did.” I smirked.
“Cole!? Summers, what did you do?” Coach VanBrocklin blew his whistle and walked over to us. “I passed him the ball as he asked. Maybe you should work with him on his ball-handling.” I shrugged. Collin was glaring at me with his hazel eyes that looked almost like they were amber under the gym lights.
“Summers, do I need to send you to the principal… again?” VanBrocklin let out a heavy sigh that shook his potbelly. For a gym teacher, he’s really out of shape. Like it’s fucking sad how out of shape this man is.
“I’m good, coach. Summers didn’t do it intentionally. Hands slipped.” Collin assured him, getting to his feet. I arched an eyebrow. What the fucking hell? Oh, if he thinks he’s doing me some favor. I am not owing this dickweed shit. VanBrocklin eyed me but then nodded and went back across the gym.
“If you think this means I owe you, you have another thing coming.” I glared at Collin as VanBrocklin blew the whistle calling for the end of class. “We’ll figure out your bill later.” Collin winked as he half hustled, half limped to the boys' locker room. I flipped him off and went to change back into that god-awful uniform and go to Art.
Nine, nine years! Can you believe it? It’s been NINE years since we graduated from Ravenwood. It’s insane how much life has changed since my senior year of high school. I know you’re all here to get the deets on our lives since Cassidy and I got together. And I’ll tell you everything, promise. I think I’ve got time to recap nine years before we meet our friends for the holiday lights at the waterfront park. So you already know we both were going to Boston University. We got an apartment together with mild concerns, prompted mainly by my mom. It wasn’t anything super big or nice like Riko and the brothers shared. We didn’t have that kind of cash. So we split rent on a one-bedroom place near campus. We quickly learned that living together would be a nightmare if we didn’t start making some changes. Like I learned, if I left dirty clothes on the floor, they would be thrown at me and told to clean up. I also learned that I get a bottle thrown at my head if I don’t separate recycling
“Collin, come with me.” I whispered, grabbing his arm with our stuff in hand. “Um… okay. Where are we going?” Collin furrowed his brow as I led him out of the dance. I feel no regrets for leaving early. I told our friends we’d find our way home before I went to see him at the drink table. “You’ll see.” I answered, leading him into the elevator. I didn’t let him ask more questions in the elevator as I pulled him down, kissing him. I wanted to stop his questions and ease my nerves. His lips are damn good at putting me at ease. Time to see what else they are good at. My plan was working, at least for the elevator ride. But as soon as it dinged, I had to pull away and lead Collin down the hall to the deluxe garden view room I reserved. “Um… Cass. We’re in the main part of the hotel. What’s going on?” Collin questioned, looking around a bit confused. “While being clueless is one of your cute qualities, I know you are smarter than this.” I rolled my eyes, put my keycard into the l
Things were all falling into place. These last few months of school have probably been the best since I transferred to Ravenwood. And as unexpected as it is, Collin Cole is the reason why. Brant got expelled, and I haven’t had to see his face. Sure, he didn’t do time for his crimes, but he lost his followers, got arrested, and was forced to pay fines for trespassing and damaging Collin’s car. Riko’s been making great strides in her therapy. She was not just getting past her fear of being in the front seat of a car, either. She’s told me she opened up and is working on her issues with her dad and talking about her mother, a woman she barely remembers. Her facing her trauma head-on got me back to my therapist more regularly. My therapist has praised the progress I’ve been making. Mainly my progress in my aversion to intimacy. No, Collin and I still haven’t gotten past heavy petting. But I’m ready for that to change. I want to move forward in our relationship, to know that as we atte
So other than the whole Brant situation, the dance was a good time. Zach’s the only miserable one, and I owe that guy two dozen vegan donuts from Dunkin. Mostly their banana pudding, pb&j, and the pistachio raspberry. The dude would live on those three flavor donuts if he didn’t know he’d have to work twice as hard to keep in shape. I don’t know. Personally, I’m not a big donut guy. To each their own. Speaking of each their own, I’m shocked Amy agreed to come with James. I knew that James asking how I snagged his sister was sus. I just didn’t think he’d have set his sights on Amy, a girl he helped torment about her weight. He better not screw it up. Amy’s a sweet girl, and I know his sister would kick his ass all over the city if he messes with Amy. And how close the girls are, if our girls get pissed at James, we guys will have to beat his ass. Not an outcome he wants, especially with Isaiah and Lucas. But he was good the whole dance. When I managed to take my eyes off Cassidy, I
I don’t know what, if anything, Mrs. Cole did. Collin told me how she made him tell her about Brant hitting him and how pissed she was. Honestly, I’m a bit surprised. Mrs. Cole seemed like a sweet lady, maybe a bit pushy about his academics but still sweet. I don’t know if she’s made any progress with the Brant issue. He’s still at school, giving us dirty looks whenever he sees us in the halls. Because of what happened between him and Riko, he got a schedule change, so he’s no longer in the same English class with her. Riko said Mister Frost managed to make sure of that. And well, I guess that shows the Frost name is more powerful than Jones. At least he’s kept his damn mouth shut, and beyond the dirty looks hasn’t come near any of us. I have this feeling something big is coming. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. But I can imagine Brant is just biding his time to make an asshole move. For now, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, which can I say is fucking weird saying. All I
It would be an understatement to say my mom was livid about me getting detention, especially for being tardy to Trigonometry class. She ripped me a verbal new one on the phone when the office called her to advise I would be staying after for detention. She had Mrs. Clark put me on the phone to give me a lecture. Despite that, I drove myself to school my mom was waiting for me after detention ended. Cassidy’s moms were waiting as well. Unlike mine, they didn't look pissed. When your daughter is Cassidy and is known for protests and stirring up trouble, her getting detention is almost expected. But I’ve never had detention before. I’m smart enough to know which teachers will let a tardy slide and which won’t. Mrs. Graham is one of those that doesn’t make exceptions. No official tardy note from a teacher or school administrator, and she gives you detention. At least the bitch is consistent. I watched Cassidy leave with her moms before daring to approach mine with my head down. I knew
It was very suspicious that I didn’t see Collin after fourth period. The boy had been more reliable than the bus schedule when it came to being there to walk with me after class. It made me nervous. Like, did something happen? He hasn’t texted me. Or is he up to something? Ugh, he better not be up to something. I do not like surprises. And it didn’t help that Brant was giving me the dirtiest looks at lunch, whispering to his friends. What’s his fucking problem? Other than that, his head is wedged up his ass? “Mind if we join you?” Ben smiled as he, Zach, and a couple of other guys from the basketball team sat at my otherwise empty table. “Free country.” I shrugged. I generally eat lunch alone, given I don’t have a lot of friends, and what friends I have don’t have the same lunch period. I can only assume Ben and these guys are sitting here because I’m dating Collin. Not sure how I feel about that. Though I noticed Brant and his ass kissers stopped looking in my direction. So I gu
I still don’t know what James’ angle was, but he supported and defended his sister. Too bad it got me into debt with the plastic bitches. I don’t particularly appreciate owing them. It feels dirty or something. However, I got to tease Cassidy before gym, and I know I left her wanting. A little blue in her lady balls won’t kill her. I’ll be more than happy to address her desires and needs after work. Of course, nothing happens without her initiating it. But the lingering looks she was throwing my way during PE, I feel things might start taking steps forward on the physical side of our relationship. I won’t get my hopes up, though. I thought today would be back on track as a good day. I walked Cassidy to her following two classes, holding her hand both times. Hell, I even snuck a kiss in when I left her at her history class. I was back in a good mood as I headed for French. Of course, I didn’t make it to class. I got yanked into one of the bathrooms and pushed into the counter, hip f
It’s crazy how just the sight of someone’s face can ruin your entire mood. But seeing Brant standing outside of school turned my mood faster than mayo in the desert. Just great now because of that analogy, my stomach isn’t just queasy from the sight of his face but the memory of the time I ate potato salad that hadn’t been kept cold. I felt like I was going to throw up. Maybe if I do, it’ll be on Brant. I hate that he stopped us. I hate it even more that I froze instead of knocking him out when he basically threatened to rape Riko. I hate that my body reacts like this. And it’s not always consistent. Sometimes I don’t freeze, and I unleash my wrath on Brant. But this wasn’t one of those times. I did get a little satisfaction at Ben calling Brant out for having a tiny dick. I got even more when Justin laid Brant out for being disrespectful to Ben. Looks like I was on the nose about those two. I was more than ready to leave it at that. To carry on with my day and, most importantly,
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