Shattered Pieces (Emerald Lake Prep #3), page 6
We’ve been texting a lot since the shooting, and I’ve been trying my hardest to be a better friend, but it's not the same.
“Once we get out of here, you are going to be able to see her whenever you want. Even when she goes off to university. You want to go spend the weekend with her? We got Mel. You want her to come out to visit us? We will make sure we have a big enough house for a guestroom.” Ben says. The earnest look in his eyes makes my heart warm, thawing my self-hatred. He loves me so much and really does want to do whatever he can to make me happy.
“You know what? You're right. Once we are out of here, everything will be so much better. We will have our freedom back.” I smile.
“When we are done with this school, Shorty, we plan on taking you to places you can only imagine in your wildest dreams.” Talon says, adding to our fantasy about what our future will look like in just a few short months.
It sounds like heaven.
“MISS KNOX.” THE TEACHER calls out, getting my attention. I’m sitting here in math class which is my worst subject, and I have absolutely no interest in this shit whatsoever. I mean, sure, we are going to need basic math in our lives, but half of this shit we won't even use.
“What?” I ask, pulling my gaze away from the window where I was watching a butterfly sitting on the ledge.
“I asked you if you knew the answer to this question.” He repeats, pointing to the board.
“Umm... no?” I reply.
“See me after class.” He says, with a look of disappointment on his face, but what the hell did he expect? With all the bullshit going on in my life, math was the last thing on my mind. Who needs the square root of bull-shit when you have crazy bitches trying to kill you, and a fucked up delusional father who wants your damn baby?
Groaning, I lower myself in my desk, avoiding the worried look from Charlie, and the pissed off look from Oliver, who also looks seconds away from punching the teacher in the face. His protectiveness, even over something so small, such as this, was kind of hot. Sometimes it's annoying, but it's also nice to know he cares about me with this kind of intensity.
“Maybe if you spent more time paying attention, then off in your own little dream world, you would be able to answer questions when I ask.”
Okay this new teacher is a fucking dick. I have no idea why the old one left with only a few months left in the year, but I would not be surprised if it was because of all the fucked up shit that happens here. I'm over it too buddy, I feel ya.
Oliver growls low, growing more irritated, and Talon coughs out “prick” under his breath from the other side of the room where he sits with Ben at his side.
Ben shakes his head, and the room of maybe ten other students start to snicker.
“Mr. Knight, is it?” The teacher asks, stopping in front of Talon’s desk.
“The one and only.” Talon grins.
“Detention after school. Meet me in the dining hall for supper.” The teacher says.
“Aw, are we gonna have a nice meal together and get to know one another? I don't know, teach, I gotta say you're not really my type. I like them tall, tattooed with red hair. Or, drop dead gorgeous with curves for days and you, sir, have none of those.”
I smother a grin. God, Talon really did choose the worst times to open his mouth.
The teacher just glares at him, then goes about his lesson. Talon looks back over his shoulder and gives me a wink. My belly flutters and I bite my lower lip. His pupils go wide, promising me all the deliciously dirty things he's gonna do to me once my doctor gives me the go ahead to fuck my men like a succubus who just came into her powers.
“ALRIGHT. SINCE HALF of you are missing, and there are less than twenty of you, for the remainder of the year, we will be spending the time in this class a little differently. You have the choice of going to the weight room, pool, and, when the weather permits it, we will be canoeing or hiking. Today, since it's pouring outside, I’ll give you the option of going to work out, or swim in the pool.”
Tyson was explaining things and although I could hear everything he was saying, I was distracted by the way his muscles flexed when he crossed his arms, or how his brow twitches as he looks at all the other kids with annoyance.
When his eyes land on me, they soften and I can tell he wants to smile, but with all eyes on him, he keeps his professionalism in place.
“Come on, Butterfly. Let's go get our bathing suits.” Ben says, offering his hand. I smile at him and his newest nickname for me. I guess ‘cocoon’ doesn't work since I'm not carrying something inside me anymore.
“You're not going to work out?” I ask Ben and Talon. They love working out. It’s one of the few ways they get their frustration out. And being home, they didn't have access to the type of equipment that they have here.
“And miss the opportunity to see you in a bikini? Nah, Shorty, I wouldn't miss that for the world.” Talon smirks. I roll my eyes at him, but give him a smile in return.
Hand in hand, we all head up to the changing rooms. Damn, I was so fucking happy to be back around my guys.
Tyson
GOD, I HATE BEING BACK here. I mean, I'm glad I'm here because I get to be close to Emmy and the others; but I hate being a teacher. Hell, I'm only the gym teacher, that barely qualifies. Right? I mean, no hate against them as a whole, and all the power to whoever enjoys their jobs, but this shit sucks. And teenagers are annoying.
Most of the guys, including Oliver, went to the gym, but Ben and Talon walk through the boys’ changing room doors and I'm surprised to see them here. I thought they would take a chance to work out without giving up free time with Emmy, or waking up at a crazy fucking hour like Oliver does.
But I quickly understand why they chose swimming when the girls' changing room door opens and Emmy walks out looking so fucking delicious that it takes everything in me not to march over there, push her against the wall and ram my tongue down her throat.
“You alright there, Mr. Kingston?” Charlie asks, popping up next to me, coming out of nowhere. “You might wanna avert your gaze there, or little Johnny is gonna be standing tall and proud any moment now.” Tearing my eyes off my goddess of a girlfriend, I turn to Charlie with a look of annoyance. She just grins at me, her eyes wide and knowing.
“Go swim, Miss Ross. Mind your own business.” I grumble and walk away to go sit down on the bench.
Ben and Talon are messing around in the pool, but Emmy isn't in the water yet. She's standing by the pool watching the others. Her arms crossed as if she's trying to hide her body, biting her lip as she contemplates if she wants to go in, or go back in the locker rooms to get dressed. I don't know if it's her scars or the stretch marks from having Melody that has her so unsure, but she has nothing to worry about. She's fucking perfect, a vision. And even though she bounced back to her original weight, if she hadn’t I would still think she's gorgeous. It doesn't matter her size because she will always be stunning to me.
She looks up, locking eyes with me. I stare at her down, trying to hide the heat in my gaze.
I give her a pointed stare that causes her worried look to change into a sassy glare before she takes the bait. Trying to prove she's stronger than this, she unfolds herself, standing a little taller.
A whistle sounds from the pool. “Hot damn!” Talon calls. “Fuck me, Baby Girl! You are the definition of MILF.” He bites his lip and groans. The others in the pool turn to look at Emmy. Thankfully, they don't look long and no-one seems interested in continuing to gawk at her, so Emmy relaxes and gets into the pool.
When she gets closer to the guys, she splashes them. Talon grabs her by the hips, making her laugh out a squeal, before he picks her up and tosses her into the water.
She pops up, wiping droplets from her face. “No fair.” She glares.
“She's right.” Ben says, before tackling Talon into the water.
“My Hero.” Emmy says, in a fake Southern Belle accent as Ben wraps his arms around Emmy, pulling her in his chest. They start to kiss softly, but it quickly turns heated.
“Hey!” I call out. “Enough of that. This is school hours, do that shit in your own time.” I warn, partly because I wish it was my lips on hers right now, and because if I didn't do my job, I'd have to deal with Mr. Tucker, and every time I see him I want to punch him in his face. So to keep my job, I'll have to actually do it.
They break apart, but I don't miss the bulge in Ben’s swim trunks.
“Oh don't worry, Mr. Kingston, we plan on it.” Talon says, giving Emmy a heated look.
Rolling my eyes, I distract myself with some pointless paperwork for the rest of the hour. When class is almost up, I tell everyone to go get changed.
Ben and Talon each give Emmy a kiss before heading into the men's locker room and instead of going straight to the women's locker room, Emmy takes the long way around so that she will have to pass me.
“You know Mr. Kingston,” Emmy says as she looks at me with a playful glint in her eyes. “If you're jealous, all you gotta do is ask. I don't mind making you feel included.” Her eyes turn hooded. “Sir.” She says, her voice low and seductive.
Well, now my cock is wide the fuck awake.
She looks down at my crotch, grinning as she looks back up to meet my eyes. “If you need any help with that situation you have going on, I’d be more than willing to help.”
She bites her lip as she slowly backs away. When she gets to the locker room she gives me one last look before darting through the door with a vigorous laugh.
Looking around, I check to see if anyone is paying attention, but I am in the room alone. She must have known we were the only ones here.
This is going to be so fucking hard. Trying to keep the professionalism as a teacher and still be her boyfriend? She sure as hell isn't going to make it easy.
But that little stunt she just pulled, acting like a little brat and calling me sir? Yeah, I liked that. I liked that way too much.
I’m going to have to spank her ass for that, later, and I'll be looking forward to it.
Chapter 6
Ben
“This is fucking bullshit!” Talon grumbles, and I grin at him in his pissy mood.
“Babe. You have only yourself to blame.” I say, smiling over my shoulder as we head to the dining hall.
After swimming in gym class, we all hung out in Emmy’s and Charlie's room watching a movie to wind down from the school day.
Even though we just got back from a two-week break, it didn't stop the teachers from diving right back into our studies, as if they are trying to cram in those weeks we missed so that we can be back on track to where we should have been if we didn't leave the school.
It’s fucked up if you asked me, but there’s nothing much we can do. We're all passing our classes, and as long as we keep trying our best, we should be able to graduate with a mix of Bs and Cs.
Talon was due for whatever detention the new asshole-of-a-math teacher had planned for him.
“Well, he was being a dick to Emmy.” He growls.
“I know, and it made me want to knee him in the balls. But if I did that, I knew it was just going to get us in trouble, like it did you. We only have a few months left, then we're free. Let's try to keep it as low drama as possible until then. Please?”
Emmy releases my hand and stands next to Talon, taking his and leaning her head against his arm. His gaze softens at her touch, and he leans over to kiss the top of her head.
“As much as I loved the fact that you wanted to take the heat off me in class, Ben’s right. I want as little drama as we can get for the rest of this year. We have enough going on. And now you gotta spend your dinner in detention without us. Be good for me, please?” She grins up at him, fluttering her lashes.
He groans. “Fine. I’ll try, but it's not gonna be that easy. He just gets under my skin.”
“Thanks, babe.” She kisses him on the cheek before skipping off to catch up with Charlie.
“You know, after you're done we can always head back up to the room and I can help you relieve some of that stress you've been holding in.” I say, stopping Talon and wrapping my arms around his waist to pull him against me, so that his cock is pushed up against my hard one.
He winds his arms around my shoulders, tucks his head into my neck, and groans as I feel his dick hardening against mine.
“Fuck, Ben. You know I want that. So fucking bad.” He bites my neck lightly and my body shudders at the bit of pain mixed with pleasure. “But you know I feel bad about doing anything more than making out. I don't think it's fair we get to fuck when she needs to wait another month.”
Sighing, I pull back to look him in the eyes. “You know she wouldn't care. She's not selfish like that. She knows that we have our own thing. She supports that, supports us. And I know she would never ask us to wait like this.”
It’s not that I don't feel bad that Emmy can't have sex, because I do. And even though I see how easily she's gets turned on these days, which is most likely due to the lack of sex and massive amount of hormones coursing though her body, I also know her. She would feel bad if she was the reason why Talon and I weren't being as intimate as we want to be.
A throat clearing causes us to break apart, and we look at the dining room entrance. Our math teacher stands there with his arms crossed, giving us a death glare.
“You're late.” He snaps before turning around and heading back into the room.
“Fuck.” Talon mutters. “Let's go before he gives me another detention for being late to this one. Fucking prick.”
When we get into the room, Talon gives my hand a squeeze before following the teacher into the kitchen.
Emmy and the others are already sitting at the table. “Where's your food?” I ask when I reach them, looking at the empty table.
“They haven't opened the kitchen yet. Something about waiting for a student to help.” Oliver chuckles, knowing that student is Talon.
“Attention, students. I'd like to apologize for the late start to supper. A student was meant to help out these hard-working ladies in the kitchen, but he so rudely kept everyone waiting. Now that he has finally graced us with his presence, we can start serving food. Please, line up.” Mr. Prick, which is what I will now be calling him, says from the kitchen door.
“I don't like him.” Charlie states, glaring at Mr. Prick.
“I don't think anyone likes him after the stunt he pulled with Emmy today.” Oliver says, standing up and holding out his hand for our girl to take.
We all line up and wait by the serving window.
The window opens, and the line starts to move. When it's our turn and we reach the window, Charlie bursts out laughing. “Oh fuck, this is pure gold. Hold on, I need a photo.”
“Don't you dare,” Talon growls. My eyes go wide and a grin threatens to break out on my face when I take in his appearance.
He’s dressed in a white chef's coat and apron, but that's not what has Charlie laughing, it's the hair net that Talon also has on.
“No really, this is something we’ll all want to remember.” Charlie says, snapping a photo.
He looks at me and sighs. “Just don't.”
I raise my hands up in a surrendering gesture. “I wasn't gonna say anything.”
“Good, because don't think I wouldn't spit in your food.” Talon says, directing his comment at Charlie. She just grins wider, snapping another photo before picking up a tray. Talon places a few plates on it, then moves on to plating food for our trays.
“You know, I have other places you can spit on.” Emmy says, biting her lip as she fucks with him.
Talon's eyes flash with heat. “You're a dirty girl, Shorty. You know that?”
“Don't act like you don't know how dirty I can be.” She says seductively.
“Move along, Miss Knox. You're holding up the line. Other students would like to eat too. It’s bad enough one of your little boyfriends has already made them wait." Mr. Prick says.
Talon glares at him and places a bowl of fruit, a plate of pizza, and a can of pop on her tray before doing the same thing for me, and we head back to our table to eat.
“Why do I feel like he doesn't like me more than most? I mean, I’ve noticed he's an ass to everyone, but he's a little extra asshole-y to me.” Emmy says, taking a bite of her pizza.
“He better watch himself. We might not be able to do much without stirring shit up, but Tyson, is a whole other story. Something tells me he's not gonna let things go as easily as we do.” Oliver says, looking over at his brother.
Tyson is sitting at the teacher’s table with a murderous look on his face as he stares daggers into the back of Mr. Prick’s head.
We sit and eat our meal in relative silence. Talon joins us afterwards muttering something about how he did end up spitting in Mr. Prick's food, which sent Emmy into a fit of giggles.
“Fuck.” Emmy says, getting our attention.
“What's wrong?” Oliver asks with concern.
“I need to go pump. My breasts are engorged, and it's starting to hurt.” She says, while adjusting her nursing bra.
Talon snickers. “Engorged. That's a funny word.”
“What are you, ten?” Charlie asks, diving back into her second serving of food.
“What? It is!” He chuckles. “But it can also be used in other ways. Like how engorged you make my cock.” He says, looking at both me and Emmy.
“Stop.” Emmy laughs.
“Come on. I’ll go with you. I’m done eating anyway. They can stay and finish.” I say.
Emmy says goodbye to the others, giving them all a kiss before taking my hand and we head up to her together.
Hopping up onto her bed, I get comfy as she gets everything set up. She brings everything over to the bed, then strips off her top. My eyes go right to her breasts and my cock starts to stir as I take in how large they have gotten.
“Eyes up here, babe.” Emmy huffs out in a laugh.
