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Enemies

Violet Bloom

Chapter 5

HALEY

The day after my dad’s arrest, I pulled into the school parking lot the same time I always did. Sassy had chosen to ride with Snake today. Maybe she was going to take my advice to heart.

Parking my old beat-up car, I braced myself for another day of bullshit. And today’s was sure to be worse. So much worse.

I’d never given too much thought to growing up on the literal wrong side of the tracks. It was what it fucking was.

But things with Will had been so strange lately, and now after dad got arrested again, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I wasn’t accepted in any of the preppy circles, despite being valedictorian of the class. But nobody knew that. And sure, it wasn’t set in stone yet; I still had most of senior year to get through.

Besides, they wouldn’t until I gave my scathing commencement speech. The number one in our class had been a mystery since seventh grade, when I’d finally surpassed Mackenzie.

Everyone assumed she was lying about only being two out of the two hundred some kids in our graduating class.

They’d fucking know soon enough.

Lighting a cigarette, which was forbidden on campus and something I still hated, I walked across the parking lot, ready to face another day. Just the action of lighting the cigarette calmed my nerves.

It was a habit I could break easily, one I planned on breaking as soon as I wasn’t under the watchful eye of my father and didn’t have to keep up appearances anymore.

Everyone whispered as I passed by. Of course, they fucking did. And today was so much worse than other days.

I walked by the usual cliques, stereotypically divided by class. Thankfully, I didn’t see Will.

I fucking hated this school. My emotions were burning hot today, and I was primed for a fight because I knew what was coming.

Sighing, I tried to clarify my thoughts, trying to manifest an alternative to all of this bullshit life, the life I didn’t want but was being demanded of me.

I didn’t fucking want it. I didn’t want the guns or the violence or the drinking. I wanted a chance at a life I could choose for myself.

And as soon as I heard back from the colleges I’d applied for, I’d know if it would finally be happening now. Step one, get into college. Step two, figure out a way to pay for college.

But for now, I’d still play the part of the bad girl. I kept my bad attitude in all my classes, despite my excellent grades. I talked back, I smoked, I cussed, and I slept around.

That part I did willingly. Sex was one of life’s greatest gifts. Good sex was anyway. But still, it helped my reputation.

“You’re in for it today,” Sassy said, coming up to me. She grabbed the cigarette out of my hand, taking a drag before handing it back to me.

“Don’t I fucking know it. They’re already whispering.”

“Can we just burn this shithole to the ground?”

She wasn’t exaggerating or being facetious. She asked the same question nearly weekly, and she was dead-ass serious.

One of these days, I may just take her up on that offer, probably right before I snuck out of town in the middle of the night.

Snake would be more than willing to help us. Part of me was surprised he hadn’t already tried it.

“What are the charges against your dad this time?” she asked as we started walking toward the building. The warning bell was about to ring.

“Racketeering, money laundering, possession of controlled substances.”

My mom had been able to find out after he’d gotten taken in, and I’d finally known what Sheriff Roberts had been about to say before my dad punched him.

“Are they going to stick?”

“They never do.”

“That’s what happens when you blackmail the only judge in town.”

Last night, in her post-arrest drunk and high stupor, my mom had let that little detail slip. I’d always wondered how none of the charges against my father seemed to stick. Now I knew.

The princess of the preppy kids had no idea her dad got some on the side from boys barely older than her. Her mama had no idea either, apparently.

My dad, ever the businessman, had made sure to find out that information and hadn’t stopped using it against him. It was the only reason he wasn’t locked up for life.

So much fucking corruption.

That’s what the preppy kids in the school didn’t realize, and the thing that I was finally starting to realize. Their parents were just as fucked up as the bad kids’ parents from the wrong side of town.

Was Will’s dad corrupt too? Were all the arrests just for show? To keep up appearances?

The rich kids’ parents just had enough money to buy their way out of problems and pretty family names that went a long way. Fucking small-town bullshit politics.

“Can’t believe you had the nerve to show up here,” Will said.

He thought being a big man on campus gave him free rein to do whatever he wanted, to say whatever he wanted.

Was this really the same kid who’d stood in front of me yesterday, eating his ice cream, making me imagine what his tongue would feel like against me? It didn’t seem like the same one.

Maybe he had a twin who the family only let out on Sundays, and he was the one I was impossibly attracted to.

That would explain the act.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I shot back at him.

“Because Daddy got arrested again.”

The group of guys behind him snickered stupidly.

“I don’t know anything about that,” I said, blinking my eyes at him.

“My dad arrested him last night.”

“And that’s somehow your accomplishment?” I asked.

Two could play whatever game he was playing. And I could play it better.

His face turned red with anger. “It will be.”

“Sure. When you become sheriff.”

“Yup. And then I’ll arrest your misfit boyfriend, Snake. And you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yet,” Snake said from behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist.

“Back the fuck up. You’re not helping.” I seethed at him.

“Trouble in paradise.” Will laughed at his own joke.

I glared at him. Why was he so popular? He wasn’t even that attractive.

There was nothing unique about him, standard blond hair and standard blue eyes. Nothing I hadn’t seen on thousands of other guys.

Sure. But you weren’t imagining a thousand other guys with their heads between your thighs last night.

My inner monologue needed to shut her damn mouth.

But she wasn’t wrong.

Before I could snark at him again, the bell rang. Flipping him the bird, I pushed by him and walked to the office to sign in before I’d take up my usual first-period hiding spot in the library.

Today really should have been the day that I didn’t come in until second period when I was required to.

Thankfully, the rest of the day passed without much incident. Will stared at me during lunch, a weird new habit of his.

What bothered me wasn’t that he was doing it, but how much I noticed he was doing it, how much I liked that he was doing it.

But of course, all of that only lasted until calculus, the last class of the day and the only class I shared with Will. Ms. Smalls had been right. One of us should have dropped the class.

I knew as soon as he walked in that he was going to try and start something. I could read it all over his smug fucking face.

“Who’d you have to blow to get your daddy released?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I seethed.

“Just heard all charges were dropped.”

That was faster than I’d been expecting.

“We all knew you were a whore, but I’m curious. Who’d you blow?”

“Back the fuck off,” I snapped.

We were standing close, his tall frame towering over me. But I wasn’t afraid. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to hit a girl, not with all these witnesses.

Besides, even if he did, I was sure I could take him. The best thing my father had ever done for me was to teach me how to defend myself—from everybody but my mother.

And then I remembered Will’s concern when he’d seen my bruised eye. He wouldn’t hit a girl. Not just because there were witnesses, but because Will wouldn’t hit a girl.

That was the end of the sentence. He wasn’t the type.

He wasn’t like my father.

“All that experience must have made you an expert. How else would you get him released in twelve hours.”

“I heard that, Mr. Roberts,” our calculus teacher said. “To Principal Potter’s office. Now!”

“I didn’t do anything!” I defended myself.

“That may be true, but you’re both being disruptive. Now go.”

Fuck. We’d already gotten a final warning. Detention was coming.

Pissed off, I stormed out of class, hearing Will try and sweet talk Ms. Smalls into letting him stay. When I heard him behind me, I knew it hadn’t worked.

“Have a seat, Ms. Winter,” the secretary said.

Will sat down, leaving a seat between us.

The principal’s door opened shortly after that, and we were both called in.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Nothing.” I smiled easily.

“A simple misunderstanding,” Will said.

I could easily throw him under the bus. His actions had been harassment. Sexual in nature by calling me a whore.

But I wouldn’t stoop to his level.

“Nobody wants to tell the truth?”

We were both silent.

“Detention for disrupting. This afternoon as soon as class is over until five p.m.”

“That’s not fair!” I said.

“Seriously.”

That was probably the first time he’d ever agreed with me. The only time he’d ever agreed with me.

“Disrupting class for whatever lover’s quarrel you were having—”

“We are not lovers!” I snapped.

“She wishes,” Will snorted.

“Not if you were the last man on this planet.”

“Enough,” the principal said harshly.

His hands were rubbing his temples. Honestly, I’d have a headache too, if I had to deal with snarky teenagers all day.

“I told you what would happen if I found you two in my office again. Apparently, you didn’t take me seriously.

“Well, the supply closet where the janitorial staff keep their supplies is in the basement. It needs to be cleaned and reorganized. I’ll be down at five to check on the status of things.

“I trust the two of you are responsible enough to be in charge of yourselves. No fighting.”

“Not a problem. We won’t even be speaking.”

“Just go.” The poor man was exhausted.

We stood at the same time. Will held the door open for me and mockingly bowed in my direction. I flipped him the bird and brushed past him.

He followed behind me.

I’d hated him since kindergarten. The feeling was mutual. There wasn’t ever another option for us. Our parents had hated each other in high school. Our grandparents.

It was like some Romeo and Juliet shit, except we were not star-crossed lovers destined to be together. We were destined to hate each other.

And if I stayed in this shitty town and let my father determine my life and make me marry Snake, our kids would be destined to hate each other too.

We were more like the Hatfields and the McCoy’s, not Romeo and Juliet.

“I’ll do this side. You do this one,” I tossed over my shoulder while pointing to the other side of the room. The one far, far away from where I was.

“You’re such a bitch,” he said.

“And you’re an asshole douchebag dumbass. Need I go on?”

He growled at me. Literally growled.

“I hate you so fucking much,” I said.

“Feeling’s mutual, baby.”

“Good,” I seethed.

I walked away, but I could feel his eyes on me. I hated it. He shouldn’t be staring. And I shouldn’t be aware enough of him to feel his eyes on me.

But just like the rest of this year, it was all I could feel, and my body broke out in delicious tingles because of it.

My own body was betraying me for him.

Ignoring it, I went to my side of the storage room and started rearranging. Honestly, it didn’t need cleaning that bad.

Who actually knew what the principal was up to by trapping us down here? Some ill-guided attempt to restore relations across town lines.

What a stupid concept.

Cats and dogs never got along.

A tiger never changed its stripes.

A leopard never changed its spots.

The Robertses and the Winterses would never get along. It wasn’t meant to be.

I hated him so fucking much. And he hated me the same.

Just a few more months of high school, and then I would be gone, never to hear from or see him again.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

I’d been trying to lift a bottle that had distilled water in it. But the shelf was high, and I’d been standing on my toes to try and get it on the top shelf. It had dropped on my head, soaking me.

Without thinking, I pulled my shirt over my head.

“What—” I heard Will ask.

“Oh shit.”

Turning, I saw him staring at me. The lace bra I was wearing didn’t hide the way my nipples pebbled from the cold water.

“I always knew that was a rockin’ body hiding under that school uniform.”

I’d never heard him use that tone of voice on me. On Mackenzie? Sure, whenever they were together, or he wanted to get back together.

He moved closer to me, eyeing me like I was his next meal. I backed up, but whatever sexual tension he was putting out there, I wasn’t opposed to it.

And that appalled me.

When I was pinned up against the door, his hands went to the sides of my head, caging me. His hips pushed against mine, and I could feel him, hot and hard behind his khaki uniform pants.

“I hate you,” I said.

“I hate you too, dollface.”

Dollface? What a stupid nickname. And before I could tell him exactly that, his lips were on mine.

Grabbing the white button-up shirt he wore every day with his uniform, I pulled him closer, kissing him back urgently, aggressively moving my lips against his, before shoving him off.

“This doesn’t change anything.”

He didn’t say anything back but pushed my hands away and pinned them above my head.

Fuck. He could kiss. And I hated him more for that. His lips commanded mine, forcing me to submit, a fact I hated more than the fact that I was kissing him.

I knew that if I wanted to, I could get my hands out of the grip he had on them, but for the moment, I was content to submit to him.

His tongue worked against my own, making me moan into the kiss. Fuck. I was getting lost in the kiss, no way out, no way to stop or pull back. And fuck, I did not want to stop.

He could fucking kiss. I said that already, didn’t I? But it was so goddamn true.

I’d kissed countless guys, random hookups at parties, but nobody had ever made me feel the way Will Roberts was making me feel from just a kiss.

Moisture flooded my panties. I tilted my head back, letting him kiss me harder, rougher, deeper. When he finally pulled away, I could barely breathe.

For good measure, he sank his teeth into my bottom lip, pulling on it as he separated our mouths.

“On your knees, Winters,” he whispered in my ear. And that was where my submission ended.

Quickly, I snapped my wrists out of his grasp and dug my hands into his shirt again. “I don’t know about the little bimbos you’ve been with, but I’m in charge.”

“I don’t know what kind of little boys you’ve been with, but I’m in charge.”

With those words, he spun me around and pushed me roughly against the wall, my chest against the cold brick. His hands pulled my skirt up, bunching it around my waist.

“This ass,” he groaned.

His hands groped me, making me moan. His body pushed into me, forcing me harder against the wall. I pushed back, but he was too rough.

He’d only let my ass lift, pushing into his groin and feeling just how hard and big he was for me.

So much for his good boy reputation.

His hand snuck between my folds, finding my dripping center.

“Will,” I moaned as he tortured me with slow circles. My hips bucked against him. “More!”

“Who’s in control?” he whispered.

I bit my lip. I wouldn’t dignify that with a response. Sliding his hand further down, he pushed two fingers into me. “Who’s in control?”

Fuck.

His fingers were unmoving inside me, holding completely still and making me crazy while he waited for my answer.

“I hate you,” I groaned.

His fingers may have been inside me, but it was still true.

“I hate you too. But this pussy is too fucking wet.”

He groaned, pulling his fingers back. “And squeezing the hell out of my fingers like the greedy girl you are,” he said, slamming them inside me.

“And I can’t wait to sink my dick into you. Tell me who’s in control, Haley.”

“You are,” I whispered, the words betraying everything in me.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. This boy definitely didn’t deserve his good boy reputation, not with the wicked things his fingers were doing to me, certainly not with the wicked words spilling from those sinful lips.

My hips moved against him.

What the fuck was I thinking, letting this fucking prick touch me?

Will’s hand that had been beside my head came around my throat, holding it there without squeezing while he pulled my head to the side.

His lips pushed against mine, in total control again while he fucked me with his fingers. He curled them inside me expertly. Fuck. How was he so good at this?

And then I came, a loud cry tearing from my throat where one of his hands held me while the other made me cum for him.

“Fuck!” I yelled. I was sure I could be heard somewhere in the building, but I couldn’t care less at the moment.

Will pulled his fingers from me and brought them to my mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. Opening my mouth, I let him push two of his fingers inside me. I moaned around them, sucking myself off.

“On your knees, Haley.”

His lips moved against the shell of my ear, making me shiver, but I didn’t comply. Not yet.

“Say please,” I whispered. It was a warm-up, but I’d be taking back the control. “You want me on my knees for you? Slutty Haley Winters? Beg for it.”

He groaned in my ear. “Fuck. Haley, please get on your knees for me, dollface.”

“Don’t call me dollface,” I snapped.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The last words were a joke. Spinning against him, I dropped to my knees. Looking up at him, I undid his khaki pants and slid them down.

He was bigger than I’d expected. Much. Bigger than Bobby. And any other guy that I’d been with before that. But he didn’t need to know that. He could never know that.

Taking him in my hand, I stroked him, teasing him. When he moaned, I licked around the head, still teasing him.

“Haley,” he grunted. “Suck my dick.”

Begging.

I had Will Roberts begging for me to suck his dick. Spitting on his cock, I slid down on him, hollowing my cheeks and sucking.

Going all the way down, I let him gag me. I grabbed his naked ass cheeks and forced more of him into my mouth. His knees buckled at the pleasure, and I smiled triumphantly.

“Who’s in control now, Will?”

His hands went to my hair, holding me in an attempt to dominate me. I pulled him off immediately. “Touch my head again, and I’ll stop. Or restrain you. Maybe both?”

He gulped.

“Who’s in control?” I asked.

His blue eyes were mesmerized as he looked down at me. I watched as he reluctantly said the words. He definitely wasn’t used to a girl in charge of her sexuality like I was.

“You are.”

“Good boy.”

Taking him back in my mouth, I continued to suck him sloppily, letting spit fall out of my mouth, stroking him, and spreading my saliva everywhere.

Using my tongue, I worked the underside of his shaft along the prominent vein every time I pulled back. I kept my eyes trained up, glued to his while he stared down at me.

His mouth was open, pleasure washing over his features.

“Damn,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Not so fast,” I said, pulling off him. “Fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he said, repeating my words.

“No,” I said defiantly. “I’ll leave you here to finish the job, and I’ll go find someone else to fuck my tight, wet pussy,” I threatened.

“I hate you,” he repeated again. “This changes nothing.”

“Nothing,” I repeated.

Will pulled me to my feet, lifted me by the back of my legs, and pinned me against the wall. My hands dug into his hair, tilting his head back as he slammed into me.

“Yessssss!” I hissed.

Fuck. I couldn’t tell him that he was the best. How good it felt to have him stretch and pound himself into me. He could never know.

“Fuck, you’re already squeezing the life out of my dick.”

“Shut up!”

He grunted in my ear before pulling back and slamming back in.

“Aaaah!” I moaned.

He’d taken my words to heart and stopped talking. He moaned sexily in my ear, the sounds sending more pleasure through me.

“Harder.” I was begging, but I wanted him to think I was demanding.

He set me on my feet and spun me around, forcing me to my hands and knees. The concrete felt cold and hard against me. Hands on my hips, he slammed back into me.

My back arched, and my head fell back. I moved my hips, pushing them back with each of his forward thrusts, forcing him deeper and harder inside me.

I could feel my orgasm building, coming on like a freight train I couldn’t and didn’t want to stop.

“Will,” I moaned his name before biting my lip and reminding myself that his name should not come from my lips that way.

But it was too fucking late.

“You feel so fucking good.”

The sounds of his hips slapping against my ass, my sopping pussy filled the basement around us.

Pulling his hand away he slapped my ass. “Yes!” I wanted him to spank me again, but before I could tell him that, his hand came to my throat, pulling me up, so I was against his chest. He squeezed.

“You’re so fucking wet. I’m soaked,” he groaned. “Tell me again how much you hate me.”

“So much. I hate you so fucking much.”

His hand squeezed on my throat, making my pussy clamp down on him.

It felt so fucking good, but he had too much control. Bucking my hips, I forced him off me, using enough strength to make him fall to his back.

Holding my skirt up, I straddled him, dropping roughly onto him and enveloping him in my pussy again.

His hands squeezed my hips, digging in. I might have bruises from where his hands were, but I didn’t fucking care. My hands went to his throat, both of them.

His head fell back, exposing his neck to me, and he moaned long and loud as I used his neck for leverage. His hips thrust upward, fucking into me while I rode him. “I’m gonna cum!” I shouted.

“Fuck, me too, dollface.”

I groaned at his use of the nickname, but I was too close to care.

I’d never cum so hard in my life. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed.

I gushed, squirting and soaking both of us, something I’d never done before. Will’s hands dug into my skin. I squeezed his neck while he came, releasing inside me.

As soon as he was finished, I stood, putting as much space between us as I could. Ignoring him, I pulled my skirt back down and put my soaked shirt back on.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

With those words, I left, not caring that I’d get detention again tomorrow for skipping out early.

I made it to the top of the basement stairs before I realized the magnitude of what had just happened.

I’d fucked Will Roberts.

Not only had I fucked him, I’d done it in the school.

And I’d been too caught up in the moment to even think about a condom.

Fuck I hope he used them with Mackenzie.

I need to make an appointment at the clinic.

Fuck.

Fuck.

So stupid.

Fuck.

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