BOOK ONE (CHAPTER ONE)

BENJAMIN’S POV

The moment the final school bell rang, we found ourselves outside. Correct me if I’m wrong, but no one gives a f*ck about school, but it’s the sweet chaos around it that makes it worth showing up for —the girls, the games, the parties, and not to mention the amazing high school friends.

Speaking of friends, my best friend was leaning on his car, kissing his girlfriend. That’s right, it was totally normal in Easton. At a point, I was starting to wonder if the school was turning into an experimental place for horny young adults because, no joke, everyone was hooking up like rabbits in heat. Hallways, lockers, stairwells, you name it.

And no, I’m not gonna omit myself, because I might actually be leading the chart when it comes to that. Well, it isn’t my fault that I’m so hot and every girl wants a piece of me, and Daddy is ever so generous.

“I’ll see you guys later tonight?” Anthony asked, leaning on his car and sucking Beatrice’s lips.

“Shit!”I muttered, “I totally lost track of the days, and it’s my turn to babysit Eva tonight,” I explained, brushing my hand over my face.

“Mom knows it’s a tradition for us to hang out at Anthony’s every Friday, so she’d definitely understand,” Clara chipped in.

“You know you can’t miss tonight. It’s our grand movie night, and we’ve been itching to see the new Spider-Man Homecoming. So please don’t disappoint us,” Beatrice said, the glint in her eyes almost causing my heart to skip.

“Okay.. I won't disappoint,” I said, raising my hands in surrender.

“Yay!” Clara exclaimed, throwing her arm over my shoulders, and I quickly shrugged it off playfully.

“See you guys at 6 pm,” Anthony said, entering his car with Beatrice and driving off.

“Will you ever let her know?” Clara asked, throwing a curious look at me, as she grabbed my car handle.

I threw my backpack in the backseat and settled in the driver's seat.

“You don’t have to keep pretending you know?” Clara said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said nonchalantly, feigning ignorance.

“Anthony must be as blind as a weasel not to see…”

“Shut the f*ck up Clara!” My voice went an octave higher, as I pinned my eyes on her.

Clara wasn’t the type to flinch at my outburst. She just gave an evil smirk and adjusted in her seat.

“I didn’t see you in physics class earlier today,” I said, trying to change the topic as fast as I could, and strapping my seatbelt on.

“Perfect. Always sweeping the convo under the carpet,” Clara raised a brow, resting her elbow on the window. “Well, if we’re not gonna have that conversation, then I have nothing to say to you.”

I nodded, started the engine, and zoomed off.

****

I sprawled on my bed watching pictures of hot, sexy girls on p*rn hub, and damn, they turned me on. It was just a matter of seconds before I started feeling my dick twitching in my pants at the sight of their humungous titties and mind-blowing rear view. Some even had their legs wide apart, exposing their… You know what I mean.

I couldn’t control myself any longer and reached for the lube in my drawer. Slapping a reasonable amount on my palm, I slid my hand into my pants, and just when I was about to get down to business, the door swung open, and my phone almost slipped from my hand in an attempt to mask my performance, my hardness softening like a cotton candy.

I suddenly sat upright, pretending to be reading on my phone as my evil twin sister stood at the door, her gaze incredulously narrowed at me.

“Lock the door next time. Some of us have no interest in…”

“I get it..” I cut her off, embarrassment seeping into my face. “It won’t kill you to knock before barging into my room for crying out loud,” I continued.

“Actually, it would,” she mocked, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, if you’re done with whatever you’re doing, you can join us downstairs for dinner,” she said, her expression twisted like she’d just licked a lemon before walking out.

The frustration that sank within me almost caused me to hurl my phone away. Clara had always been a mix of everything—annoying, sweet, caring, exhaustingly irritating, and crazy, but she always had my back.

I rushed to the bathroom to wash my hands and dashed downstairs.

“Honey, I thought you were busy with your assignment. You didn’t have to come down for dinner if you were. I would have brought it to your room,” my mom said, as I settled into the chair.

“Thankfully, you didn’t,” Clara murmured, digging into her food.

I shot her a stern glance, and she gave me an unconcerned shrug.

Mom had been going through a hard time lately, considering the fact that she’s going through the most unexpected transition of her life. About a year ago, she caught dad cheating on her with his secretary, and dad, he made the situation worse when he told mom that he wasn’t in love with her anymore. Difficult as it was for her, Mom had to file for a divorce, and that’s the stage they are in right now. As much as she tries to hide it, I know she’s hurting, and I’ve caught her several times sniffling and wiping her eyes.

“Where’s Eva?” I asked, glancing around.

“Oh, I took her over to Nancy’s. She’ll be sleeping over. Since you guys will be going for your Friday hangout, I didn’t wanna ruin that. Besides, Eva prefers to spend more time with her bestie than you guys, I wonder why,” she teased.

Mom has always been the sweetest, even with her busy schedule as a doctor, she always spared time to connect with us.

Shortly after dinner, Mom went off for her night shift while Clara and I got ready to head to Anthony’s.

****

Anthony had already ordered two boxes of pizza before we arrived. There was booze and a few other soft drinks on the table. Anthony was a spoiled kid. However, his parents were never around. It was mostly him and his older sister, April, who spent most of her time at her boyfriend’s place.

“Hey guys,” Beatrice exclaimed, descending the stairs, excitement sparking in her voice.

She wore a mini flared skirt with a huge t-shirt, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. Beatrice didn’t have to do much to look beautiful. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She had it all, the looks and the body.

My eyes were stuck on her as she walked towards us, and I didn’t realize I was gawking until Clara elbowed me in the ribs.

“I’m so eager to find out why everyone’s talking about Spider-Man Homecoming. The ratings are insane,” Anthony said, powering the TV on, and turning off the light, giving us the cinematic view with the wide HD TV.

As we settled into the sofa, Beatrice sat between me and Anthony, and Clara sat beside Anthony.

We were almost halfway into the movie when I felt Beatrice’s hand brush my thigh slightly. I shot her a quick glance, guessing it was unintentional, and returned my gaze to the TV.

A few minutes later, Anthony slid down to the floor, getting more comfortable. Clara followed almost immediately, curling up beside him. He popped open the pizza box, grabbed a slice, and handed another to Clara before passing it over to Beatrice and me.

Before I could blink, Beatrice got up and bent over to grab a bottle of Coke. Her ass was angled perfectly in my direction, making it impossible to avoid staring.

As my eyes fell on her, my heart thumped hard when I realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath her skirt, revealing her round, plump ass and her yummy shaved p*ssy.