One little lie

HUNTER.

"Took you long enough," I retorted, irritation spiked in my words as I flicked off the cigarette, tossing it to the floor and stomping on it continuously.

"It’s not my fault you decide to play house and grovel for your daddy’s love," Atlas, my best friend of twenty-one years, quipped, his words laced with sarcasm as I tossed the keys towards him with a grunt.

"I don't need his love or approval or anything," I mumbled, yanking out my bag from the car and slouching it over my shoulder. For a moment, Atlas said nothing, just allowed himself to drag out a long look as his eyes trailed over me from my hair to my feet and then gave a snort.

"Seriously, why are you here? I get it, he left you and your mum, you ended up growing without him, but come on—you are fucking well off with or without him. You've got your own car. Your house... you top the underground wrestling rings every bloody time. Why would you want to stay here? In some elite neighborhood and stay stuck with your golden stepbrother… Theo?" Atlas asked. I could tell he was curious and worried.

I leaned closer, tossed my arm around his neck with a faint smile on my face.

"Which is why I just need to be patient. More money can’t possibly hurt, can it? Besides, I have no need for the bastard’s money. To be fair, I didn’t expect myself to stay—I intended to get on his nerves a bit, then leave... but then I found something interesting... someone."

"Oh my God, Jesus Christ, Hunter, don’t mess with Theo. Not him," Atlas chirped in hastily, seeming to be a tad bit nervous but excited at the concept.

"Why not? He’s a golden boy? He’s daddy’s rich? Well, new flash—he is my stepbrother and I'm the rightful son so…"

"No, not that, idiot," Atlas asserted, slamming his palms against my jaw before rounding over to the end of the car.

"He’s dangerous… and not the knife-to-the-throat kind like you. He’s… perfect. Fucking perfect. And that’s what makes him worse, man. There’s nothing on that boy. He’s like… a god amongst everyone."

Atlas had pressed his lips to mine in a quick but hasty kiss,  ignited the engine to the car and drove off without waiting for a response from me, or at least a question. I furrowed my brows, rolling my tongue over my lower lip, tasting him on me. Atlas and I had sex often, kissed,touched, pretty much everything with no attachments. He was full on gay while I on the other hand enjoyed being bi.

I had money. My mum had a thing for drugs, sent me chasing dimes. Growing up, I got into underground fighting—started as a hobby, then a job. I won bets, championships, every illegal ring fight. Yeah, I lost a few, but I rose. Atlas stuck by me the whole time—his mum was a deadbeat too, but better than mine. He knew numbers, managed my fights.

Which was why, when I’d found out I had a father who was real and alive and wealthy, I’d intended to ruffle his feathers. I had no use of him. I had a condo basically three streets away from here and didn’t even know we resided together. Either way, all I wanted to do was bathe, give him a piece of my mind and flip him off—but then… I happened to cross Theo.

"A god?" I muttered, walking through the halls toward class. I’d stalked him before going to Blake. I knew his fears, his tantrums, his secrets. And I knew his obsessions. The dirty, depraved ones. I watched him—three, four times? Lost count. Didn’t make me a creep.

He’d jerk off to p**n. Gay ones. Always the same: start with straight, switch to gay, get off, then back to straight—like he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t into it.

My stepbrother might be a god, or a perfect little thing, but he was also gay as fuck... and was into... well... dark kinky shit which a boy like him  with blonde hair, spotless skin and two piercings should never be into.

"Hello class," the homeroom teacher spoke, drawing every attention towards me as I stood by her side.

"Here’s a new student. He is Hunter Devereux, transferred from Beckham High and would be joining us today… and... oh, it says on his report here he’s good at sports. Would you be joining any in our school?" the teacher asked, glancing at me. I watched her closely, taking in every bit of me. From my skin down to my physique, a hint of pink had appeared on her cheeks.

It wasn’t the first time. I wasn’t lacking in looks at all. I tried to prevent blows and cuts to my face during fights. And my build? It wasn’t anything extravagant except it fooled people into thinking I was average when fighting when I most certainly wasn’t.

"I’m Hunter… I transferred from public school Beckham High miss had explained, and she’s right. I have a love for sports... and would be joining the football team on this one." As I spoke, I let a smile settle on my lips, allowing my eyes to search for the very one that—

Bingo.

My eyes locked with Theo’s, his teeth dug into his lower lip, a snarl forming on his face, knuckles white from gripping onto his desk for too long. And something at the sight... had my cock stirring. Perfect little daddy’s boy... he couldn’t stand sharing, and I was more than interested in ruffling those pretty feathers.

He had everything that belonged to me and still took it for granted... Perhaps Blake might not love him, but it didn’t matter. He spent his years taking in and taking care of a son that wasn’t even his... and the minute he found his true son, he dumped him into the arms of a bastard.

"Welcome Hunter. And luckily for you, we have a football captain, and the student president right here in this class… Theo Morrine?" The teacher called out. Theo had broken his gaze from me as he smiled instantly, standing to his feet, approaching me. Each stride sending thrums of pleasure into me.

"Theo would introduce you to other lecturers, show you all you need to do and tutor you for the first two months as you transferred late."

"Tutor me?" I asked, hating the sound of that. She nodded almost immediately, still smiling, having not the slightest idea of the tension stilling between her and I.

"Your grades aren't exactly perfect and we understand, but we can't have any students lagging behind. I spoke to Theo about it before you got here and he agreed." I tilted my head in Theo’s direction. A full blown grin now stretching my lips.

"Did he?" I asked, letting the word sound as innocent as it could, except I could see a crack in his facade. He was trying so hard to put that smile on his lips.

"She asked me to, and I had no idea it would be... you," Theo seethed, his voice dropping down to a dark baritone at the end of his words.

"Do you both know each other?" the teacher asked now, attention all stilled on us. I tilted, waiting for him to speak. The first real test… I’d been dying to see how bad and hard I’d gotten to him. And when he averted his gaze from mine immediately towards the teacher, I smirked.

"Of course not. We merely met at the parking lot earlier… I had no idea he was a student and of course I’ll be more than happy to tutor you, Hunter... Devereux," Theo stuttered as he spoke while I nodded, tapping him on the shoulder gently.

"Thank you Theo... and I’d rather we have the lessons in my house... four times a week? I’d love to catch up on the syllabus quite fast. Is it... good with you?" I asked, stretching out my hand for him to shake, pouting and smiling, knowing how well everyone fell for those two charms of mine.

"Theo would be more than happy to help," the teacher chirped in his stead. He grabbed at my palm in a handshake, his temperature chilly and his smile finally faltering into a bitter frown and snarl, not caring if anyone could see… I’d broken the golden boy, on the first day. Now all that mattered was how deep I could see into him, what I could find, and how much fun I’ll have doing it.