I don't use the word hate often. My mother always quoted William Penn when I was a girl. “Dislike what deserves it, but never hate: for that is of the nature of malice, which is almost ever to persons, not things, and is one of the blackest qualities sin begets in the soul.”
I kept repeating that quote, hearing her sweet and comforting voice as I was pushed against my lock and called all manner of vile things by Jane and her friends.
I repeated it as I rushed to homeroom, and I used all my willpower not to look at or respond to Darius. I only just met them. If I gave them what they wanted, if I stayed away from them, they'd leave me alone.
It shouldn't be hard, right? It should be easy. Then why did it hurt so much when I told Darius to leave me alone, for all of them to leave me alone?
I found myself shutting myself in a bathroom stall. "Fuck!” I yelled in frustration. I leaned my head back against the booth, closing my eyes, trying to ho
Damn them. Damn all three of the Frost brothers. “Well, let’s get back to your work class,” Ms. Grant called out, clapping her hands to get the attention of our class. Blushing brightly, I hurried to a seat, finding Cassidy had left the spot next to her open. I could tell Cassidy was bubbling over with questions as I got out my sketchbook and tried to focus on the still-life drawing, we worked on today. “Spill,” she whispered. “Can we just not?” I pleaded. “When I left you, you’d been crying in the ba
Now rationally, I should be jealous as fuck that she was even worried about my brother or that either of my brothers got close to a girl I want. But oddly, jealousy didn’t rear its ugly head. I’m not saying I would get off on the idea of one of my brothers kissing or touching her. That’s just some weird incest shit if you think I’d be attracted to my mirror images. But I did like the way she blushed when Darius teased her in that classroom earlier. So, I’m oddly at ease with the fact my brothers are both into Riko. And unlike other girls who had probably wished they could parlay their way into bed with us all at once, just to check it off a list, Riko’s different. We aren’t interchangeable to her; she sees us. And that was too rare of any of us to pass up. And she fit so perfectly against my side, and I’m sure she fits just as well with my brothers. I was smiling as we walked into Physics. I hate physics, and I’m fucking smiling as we sit at our
I cannot believe Forrest! Every warning my dad has ever given me about boys flashed through my mind. Rationally I knew I should have shoved his hand away when he started to go under my skirt. Yet I didn’t. I didn’t try to move his hand or stop him till he moved to touch between my legs. And well, I only stopped him then because we were in class. I could barely keep it together when he was feeling my leg. I don’t think I’d have managed if he touched me there. These boys brought out something in me I didn’t know was there. I was glad he at least stopped when I told him to. He respected my boundaries, and I can only think so would his brothers. He said they would, which was so weird. How could each of them seem so okay with this? It’s not normal. I may not have experience with boys, but I know this situation isn’t normal. It’s strange that none of them get jealous, just now when Darius pulled me to him and snuck a kiss against my temple. Forrest didn’t bat an ey
I have never liked Brant Jones. Not even in kindergarten. He was a little shit back then, and he only grew into being a giant asshole. I was barely able to pay attention for the rest of the 6th period. I kept finding myself rereading the texts for Riko. He had the guts to ask her that. To proposition her. He deserved so much more than her slapping him. I hope she left a mark. Principal Walters better punish Brant. If he doesn’t, I don’t care if Brant’s dad’s a senator. Mine will bury them in legal battles. I bet there are enough students, past and present, that would be willing to file against Brant for sexual harassment in his four years here at Ravenwood. And it won’t just be Brant I see facing legal action if Walters lets him have ANOTHER free pass to harass female students. Walters and this whole school district would pay if it came to that. Yes, I know that I am only entertaining taking action because it’s affecting Riko is bullshit
I found myself rereading the text from Elijah. Riko had detention for slapping the little shit, and Brant was suspended as this was just another in a long line of sexual harassment misconduct. I didn’t like she had detention for it, but at least Brant was getting what he deserved. But he deserves much worse. I felt terrible about the damn rumors going around about her. It was our fault. If we’d not all pursued her, if we’d just ignored the attraction to her, she’d not be in this mess. But we can’t change the past. Just must keep moving forward. And there is no going back. I don’t think any of us could go back even if it’s only been two days. I know we all like the way we feel when with her, too much to walk away. We grew up on stories about our parents falling in love. About how they’d been friends, they never initially saw each other as a possibility. Yet in high school, dad started to see mom in a new light, she’s older than him, and h
Trigonometry had been uncomfortable. Everyone was stealing glances at me. I thought it was bad enough when they looked at me and judged me because of the brothers. They all knew I slapped Brant and probably speculated on why and naturally blamed me since Brant is one of them, and I'm the new girl. It pissed me off. But all my anger and uncertainty faded when Darius called out to me, and I saw him. These boys were doing something to me. For as much as they riled me up and made me feel things I never have, they also soothed me and centered me. That's weird to feel this way about anyone after only a single day. I wish mom were alive to ask. I wish I had asked when I was little about how she fell for dad. And I don't think I can ask dad. He wouldn't like that I'm interested in any boy, let alone three at once. Being there with Darius, I felt like we fit. The same way I felt when I was with Elijah or Forrest. What's wrong
There were a handful of students in detention. We were all separated around the room. So, I didn't get to sit with Cassidy. I tried to focus on homework, but it was useless. All I could think about was the triplets and their lips on mine. They'd even managed to make me forget about my father. Though it felt short-lived as I walked with Cassidy to the front entrance to see my father in full uniform, waiting with a stern expression on his face. "Um… I'll see you tomorrow Riko,” Cassidy said, giving me a piece of paper. "My number in case,” she whispered, hurrying to a woman that looked just like her but in her forties. "Hey, mom,” she smiled. The red-haired woman didn't look amused. "Cassidy London Summers, get in the car. You can explain on the way home,” the woman sighed, pointing. Cassidy sheepishly waved to me and left with her mom. My father didn't say a word. He just gave me the same look he's given airmen for decades when they screw
Practice went well, though some of my teammates were wary of talking freely around me, even more so when they saw my brothers hanging out in the bleachers. Probably for the best as those that spent practice silent beyond necessary. After all, they are friends with that dickweed Brant, and our girl got him suspended. He deserves it, not just for harassing Riko but for all next to me but I know my brothers were worried about Riko, just like me, being in detention and how her father might react to it all. We only caught a glimpse of him in the parking lot. He was easy to spot and not just because he was with Riko. He was dressed in the crisp navy color uniform of an air force officer. His jacket breast was decorated with patches and metal badges with what I’m guessing were symbols for his rank at the collar. Riko had only painted him as this stern figurehead. He wasn’t the tallest man I’d seen. He barely stood three inches taller than Riko,