The driver pulls to a slow stop right at the edge of the steps and climbs out of the car. I don't even pay much attention to him. My eyes are glued to the students walking around the courtyard.
Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. I don't want to step out like this, not in front of them all. This is why I wished my mom would have at least met me here for my first day before leaving on her honeymoon.You would think meeting your child for the first time in seventeen years would be important enough to push back the honeymoon trip.I guess to a woman like my mom, it's not as essential as going on her honeymoon to Spain.The school never sent me any uniforms, so I ended up having to wear something that I owned, and it's sad to say that a lot of my clothing doesn't look the best.Most have stains on them or holes, just because I have had them for a long time.My mother mentioned that I have a credit card coming in the mail, and when it arrives, the headteacher will give it to me.My stepfather will give me a generous allowance each month. She didn't tell me how much, just stressed the word generous.I didn't know how I felt about that. I appreciate him allowing me to come here. It's an entirely different thing to allow myself to depend on a man financially that I have never met.I know I'm supposed to be meeting a girl named Shelby in front of the school. She is one of four scholarship students attending Blackmore Academy.I don't have any background information about her apart from she has been here a week, and I was volunteered to show me around the campus.I guess the spoiled brats would rather not waste their time showing around the new girl. I had expected my new stepbrother to be the one showing me around on my first day, but I was I got my hopes up for nothing.Oh, well.I'd feel much more comfortable with someone like me anyway. I don't want to feel like I'm getting judged on my very first day at my new school.I'm not dumb, though. I know I won't be making many, if any, friends while I'm here. I don't have any high expectations of becoming someone popular or even someone to sit with while I eat in the cafeteria. Maybe she and I can kind of stick together, at least I'm hoping so.The driver comes to my side of the car, opens the door for me, and stares me down. I guess I don't have any other choice but to step out.He doesn't say a word to me, just walks to the back of the car, popping the trunk, and tossed my suitcase out.Yes, I mean literally tossed my second – hand suitcase towards me, and I watched in horror as it plopped down on the gravel.The already broken zipper came undone, causing what few outfits I had brought with me to spill out.Rude much?I didn't bring much, I was happy to know at least we would have uniforms, so I wouldn't have to bring a lot of my old clothes, but everything nice that I had is inside that suitcase.When I say nice, I mean the ones that don't have stains and holes.Most of my clothes came from cheap thrift stores. I paid 5.99 for my favorite top. That was about as expensive as I would pay for clothes.My favorite thrift store is a place called Roses. You can find a lot of nice-looking clothes for really cheap.The driver could be a little more mindful.I bet the other kids' drivers didn't do that to any of their suitcases. Heck, no, they probably would get fired if he had tossed those name – brand clothing around.I seriously doubt this chauffeur did the same thing to my stepbrother's suitcase.I have been told that Todd here, the rude man who just tossed my suitcase out of the trunk of the black BMW, is the personal chauffeur of my new stepbrother. He will drive me home from school on Fridays and then back to school on Sundays.I step out and softly close the door. What I genuinely wanted to do is slam it to express how unhappy I was with him,I can't pay for any damages I may inflict, so I decided against doing what my mind demanded that I do.Shame, really.I could take the driver down a peg or a dozen.“The girl, what's her name?” The driver stops in front of me, rolling his eyes as he tries to think of her name.“Shelby?” I supplied with an eye roll of my own. Guess she isn't one of the top people in this school to even remember her name.Obviously, I realize she isn't, I'm just being a petty.“Yes. She should come to meet you soon. You will recognize it's her. She does not belong here either,” He snarls before leaving me shocked at his words and climbs back into the car before driving away.Fuck you too, dude.I bent down on the gravel and helped my poor suitcase stand up. Once I have it sitting up right, I take my time looking around, and I wish I didn't. All I see is the other students peering down their noses at me. One girl even giggles and points to my suitcase.Yeah, I know it's old, but again, it was bought with my money. Bet the girl can't say the same.Her friends join in on the laughter as they walk closer, and I suck in a deep breath, already knowing what's going to go down before it happens. They all have disgusted expressions on their perfect, made-up faces.I take a quick second to look them over and just as I expected on the drive over here, they are perfectly, what's that word?Posed?Polished?Not a single strand of hair on their obviously dyed heads is out of place and each one has their nails done. They are all decked out in what looks like expensive jewelry.I don't even have my ears pierced.“You're the new girl?” One asked me, with a dismissive glance.“Obviously, Jill, look how she is dressed. Poor thing,” the other giggles out, sending me a snarky glimpse.“Oh, I know. I was just pointing out the obvious. She definitely doesn't belong here. Look at her hair!” She all but shouts, drawing the onlookers' attention to us even more than it already was.“What's wrong with my hair?” I grind out, fighting the need to flick my hand through my hair to make sure it was okay.I got curls, and I'm not speaking about salon perm curls. I'm talking, born with curls and yeah, it's hard to tame down occasionally. I don't call it my lion's mane for nothing. It's absolutely untamable some mornings.“You could use a dye job. Is that your natural color?” The one that has yet to talk, finally opened her red painted mouth.“Obviously, my hair's real. Not fake” I smirk at them, yeah that's right, I'm the original one here while you three are the phony ones.Apparently, they didn't like how they were born, and it isn't my fault they felt the need to change up. I'll be the first to admit that I don't have the perfect body. I have a little extra weight on me and I have freckles. I never had a boyfriend, but I have been told that I was a gorgeous young lady by elderly people. That counts, I think.“Excuse me? I just paid over three hundred dollars for my hair!” Snapped the one called Jill, and again I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her outrage.Seriously, her and her little companions can provoke me, but when I try to shove back, they have an issue with it?Spoiled brats.“Come on, girls. This one is not even worth our time to humiliate. Let's go find the knights.” The ultra-blonde hair snarks before wandering away, leaving her classmates walking fast to catch up with her.Yeah! bye.Suddenly, I hear a sweet voice breaking through my thoughts.“Are you Lexi?” I turned to meet the source of the voice and saw that it must be Shelby. She was wearing normal clothes like I am and her hair and accessories didn't match those bitches.“Yes. Shelby?” I asked her, bending forwards and pick up the handle of my suitcase, feeling a bit more relaxed than I was seconds ago.“I'll show you around.” She smiles and heads up the big stairs leading into the school.The only questions in my brain now, is who the fuck are the Knights and why the hell are they even called the Knights in the first place?I inhaled firmly, seeking to relieve my nerves, and immediately moved my hand across my mouth, making sure I didn't have any slobber left over from Alex. God, the guy was such a bastard. I can't believe he forced me to suck his dick here inside the damn clothing store's changing room. I would have been stupidly mortified if my mother had spotted us or anyone of the store employees. I can't imagine a nice, extravagant place like this had people fornicating inside changing rooms. As soon as I pushed the changing room curtain to the side, I came face to face with my mother, who, to her credit, was trying hard not to cry. She is failing, her eyeliner is running down the corners of her eyes, and her cheeks are turning red. I can't believe Zane was so cruel that he would do this to her when she was surrounded by people. I mean, not that him doing this is exceptional in any situation, but this was just heartless of him, to embarrass her like this.“Are you okay?” I whispered and placed
My mouth hung open in shock as his words finally registered. He can't be serious. He actually wants me to drop down to my knees here? In the dressing room with at least ten people, including my mother, is on the other side of that door. He has clearly lost his fucking mind, and therefore I told him exactly that.“You can't be serious, Alec,” I snarled, balled my hands into fists, and beat them against his chest in frustration. “No, I'm not doing this. You need to leave before my mother comes back. You have lost your mind if you think I'm going to suck your dick inside this dressing room.”“Did you forget who owns that body?” He growled and tightened his fingers around my throat. “You allowed Zane inside your body, now I want my turn. You fucking belong to me too. That body is mine to do whatever the fuck I want with, and right now, I want your mouth wrapped around my dick. You have a choice-”“Oh really?” I snorted, rolled my eyes, and leaned my head against the wall, hoping he didn't
The next morning, I'm still laying in my comfortable bed, wrapped up in a soft purple fuzzy blanket when my door was pushed up. The maid from yesterday came walking into my room, not saying a word, and she headed straight towards my window. She yanked the blind up, and the bright morning sun suddenly filled my room, causing me to quickly squeeze my eyes shut.“What are you doing?” I mumbled and jerked my fuzzy blanket over my face, not wanting to be woken up fully just yet. “Mrs. Blackmore has been awake since seven this morning ready to start yalls mother and daughter day. It's now nine, and she has been waiting for two hours, allowing you to sleep longer, but it's time for you to get up now,” she informed me before walking across my room, and doing the same thing with my other window blind.“Too much light,” I hissed, when I felt the sun beating down against the thin blanket. “I'll be down in a little while.”“No. You need to get up now,” she said and yanked my blanket off me, forci
“How are you liking Blackmore Academy, Lexi?” Alex Blackmore asked, lifted his fork, and cut into his piece of perfectly cooked steak. “It's a good school, sir. Thank you for supporting me in attending it with Zane. I appreciate it,” I responded to his question, nervously, and uncomfortable as I felt Zane's eyes on me. I still can't believe I allowed that to happen. He had been smirking at me throughout our meal, looking arrogant, and it took everything I had inside me not to embarrass us both in front of our parents and smash my steak into his face.Alex Blackmore didn't look like I had expected him to look. I imagined an elderly man, salt and pepper hair, and a little overweight. However, my vision of my new stepfather was definitely incorrect. Alex was a good-looking older man, and I can't see where Zane got his good looks and firm jaw from. I can't blame my mother for falling in love with him. He has been nothing but kind to me since he came back from his office. He even expla
I'm sitting outside, leaning my back against the beautiful fountain, twirling a delicate white flower between my fingers, and being overwhelmed with emotions. First, about everything my mother said to me. Was any of that true? I tried to rack my memories around for a good five minutes, trying to remember if my father ever acted the way she had suggested, but I was so young. It's all hazy.Second, with what I had just allowed to happen inside the living room with Zane. I allowed myself to fall apart on his fingers, and I demanded he finish what he had started. I knew he was just messing with me and was only seeking to make me even more frustrated than I already was. I just needed to forget what I had heard, only if it was for a few minutes. I needed an outlet for the pain, and Zane provided me with it.My phone vibrated inside my hands, and I sighed in aggravation when I saw the group name masters flash on my screen. I would rather not deal with either of them right now, but I know i
I don't know what to believe right now. Is my mom deceiving me because she wants me to forgive her? Or was my dad the one that was lying to me when I had him the reason as to why she decided to leave us. I tried to think back, to remember my dad being anything but the best dad I could have asked for, and my mind couldn't come up with a single thing that suggested he was cable of being abusive.It took me several minutes, getting lost inside this ridiculously big house two times, until I finally found Zane.He was sitting in the living room, watching a football game. I walked deeper into the room, not really wanting to ask my stepbrother for help, but I felt like I didn't have any other choice. If I wanted to leave her, I'll have to suck up my pride and ask him for help."I need to leave," I announced, walked in front of him blocking his view of the TV, and demanded his attention. "I'm watching the game pet," he growled, disturbed, raised his leg, and tried to push me aside, but I sho