LOGIN“I told you it was fucking him.” Vladimir’s neck veins surface. Two steps forward and his voice thickens into his accent and the red patch gets even more visible. He looks fucking hilarious. "What the fuck is funny? " He questions, voice thick and livid in his accent that is a little hard to get- Like english involved in belly dance “Your face,” I start. “Seems like you got tagged too. Should’ve come out when Caden asked.” Vladimir’s jaw unhinges "What the fuck did.. " he steps closer, rambling then stop. Everyone sucks in a breath as Asher take one step off the podium- Two tall students following behind him without hesitation. The air submits to his presence. There's something significantly different to him. Not from how impeccably ironed his uniform is or how neatly laid his hair lay. His walk, presence. I’ve set his jersey on fire. I’ve had his cock in my mouth. I’ve thrown him over my shoulder in a corridor at midnight. None of that prepared me for watching him cross
TORREN POV I’m caught. Standing in plain sight on the screen. With my ghost mask and black clothing of course. The shot is taken from the corridor camera angle I thought I’d handled. Clearly hadn’t handled well enough. Not that last night’s search wasn’t already an indication. Apparently destroying their gloves, their pucks, their dignity, and hitting two of them with paint balls warranted an assembly where teachers are absent and the heirs handle us like we're not age mates. It seems I truly rattled the preppy heirs and they're showing us Michigan Prep’s version of justice: gather everyone into one room and perform authority from a raised platform. We’re lined by dormitory- Roommates together. So, Shiloh is beside me, Oliver on his other side. “Caden and Vlad are injured,” Shiloh says quietly, face forward, not moving his mouth much. I give him nothing back. I’m still weary of him and recalibrating how much I trust him after last night. He earned something. I haven’t decided wh
ASHER POVWe search through four more rooms but my mind remain locked on him. The way he was staring at my dick, his exposed chest and the teasing way water dripped down his body.Focus Asher. That's not the main point.I bring out my phone and text Wells- A ghostface was at the arena."Can we get a reason why you both looked ready to fight when we saw fucking Remington and that weirdo together?"Vlad questions as we head out after successfully capturing six students that were out. I'm thinking of visiting the girls hostel in this school but I think better of it. It's late, can't risk looking at.."There was water on the floor" Elliott chuckles and I look at Caden for that dumb ass reply"And I'm stupid" Elliott chuckles again at Vlad 's response as we head to the mansion"I for some reason fucking believe those two assholes are onto something""Maybe they're dating" Bile rise up my throat at that nauseating reply from Elliott. My head whip to him and he's smiling at me"Fuck no. They
THE ASSEMBLY. TORREN POVI’m caught.Standing in plain sight on the screen. With my ghost mask and black cloak of course. The shot is taken from the corridor camera angle I thought I’d handled. Clearly hadn’t handled well enough. Not that last night’s search wasn’t already an indication.Apparently destroying their gloves, pucks, dignity, and hitting two of them with paint balls warranted an assembly where teachers are absent and the heirs handle us like we're not age mates.It seems I truly rattled the preppy heirs and they're showing us Michigan Prep’s version of justice: gather everyone into one room and perform authority from a raised platform.We’re lined by dormitory- Roommates together. So, Shiloh is beside me, Oliver on his other side.“Caden and Vlad are injured,” Shiloh says quietly, face forward, not moving his mouth much.I give him nothing back. I’m still weary of him and recalibrating how much I trust him after last night. He earned something. I haven’t decided what yet.
"Get the fuck away from him!" Asher snarls, deep, forceful and gripping.Not loud but a deep vibration that's enough for all three Venoms to look at him.I stand on my feet immediately and Shiloh grab his basin and clothes.We all look down at him-he's cleaning the floor.He's a constant I never thought is threatening. Seems I need to have a reevaluation.Asher steps into the room and everything goes quieter. My pulse race as he stands just three feet away from me. He looks around the room once.Then his eyes land on me.“Explain.” Contrary to his earlier snarl, this voice is quiet. Almost feathering but still authoritative enough to know he wasn't just asking a question, he's requesting for information"I'll takeyoudon't" I whip my head to the mumbling - Oliver. "Isaystop" He continues and Vlad kick his bed while Elliott laugh. Oliver adjust to his left, and continue sleeping.I shake my head and look back. Asher is still staring at me and I swallow“Shiloh spilled water.” I start“O
TORREN POVI scale the fence and the first thing I hear is Vladimir.“Make sure you don’t miss any place.”Thundering through the wall of the room beside ours; heavy and accusing. The kind that's looking for a scape goat after having decided someone is guilty of a crime and he's just collecting evidence.I stop at our window and look through the glass.The room is midly lit. My roommates should be asslep so I open the glass and stopShiloh, the shorty among us stares at me as I jump through the window.Sitting cross-legged on his bed with a snack, facing the window, eyes wide and fixed on me as I climb onto my bed. My heart takes a pause. Few seconds to run through calculation of whether to knock him out or.."Who amongst you wasn't indoor five minutes ago?" Caden thunder and I hear footsteps move closer.Ignoring it is.."You.. Did... " Shiloh looks at me stuttering. Then my legs which is wet from the wet grasses I raced through and the sole of my shoe that leaves a trail of snow dow
TORREN POV — SAME NIGHT, EARLIERShame, fury and rage burn high in me. But that isn't the only thing pulsating loud beneath my skin. Asher's cock in my mouth. The roughness of his strokes.I shake my head, and throw the practice luck at the ceiling, it jumps back down hard but I catch it before it







