“OH SHIT!”
I heard a voice call out and I sat up immediately, looking around. It took me a minute to realize I wasn’t in prison anymore and was on my brother’s couch.
“What?” I blinked a couple of times as Sloane ran around the living room, tossing things around.
“I can’t find my keys and I’m late!” He looked at me and put his hand to his head. “Fuck, you drove. Where are they?”
“Here...” I reached over to the coffee table and picked them up.
“Please don’t mess anything up while I’m gone.” He adjusted his tie and made a dash for the door.
This is supposed to be less chaotic than prison—fucking hell.
Chapter 2: Bethany
“You could have a little respect for the rules—and the other students.” My remedial English professor, Mr. Matthews, waved a hand through the smoke drifting from the tip of my cigarette as he walked by.
“Oh shove it up your ass, Mr. Matthews.” I glared at him and took a drag, flicking the butt at his shoe before exhaling.
“I need a new job...” he muttered as he scurried towards the building.
“You’re so mean to him.” My best friend, Amy, shook her head and laughed. “He never tries to bust you or give you a hard time.”
“He wants me. That’s why he walks by here every morning. He knows I’m always here.” I grinned at her and picked up my books. “I always sit on the front row and spread my panties so he can see them—that’s why I’m passing his class and I haven’t done a single homework assignment.”
“I wish I could get away with that. I’ve been working on the midterm paper for weeks now and all I want is a passing grade.” She sighed and picked up her books.
“Why are you even bothering with that shit? The only reason I’m trying to pass is because I want to actually get in some college classes so I can get invited to better parties.” I walked alongside her as we entered the building. “They’ll let me split up my day if I run out of high school classes to take.”
“My parents are pissed that I didn’t pass last year. If I fail again, they’re going to cut up my credit cards. I’ll have to wear the same clothes again next year.” She shook her head as if the world would stop if that happened.
“Damn...” I shrugged. “My parents don’t give a shit; they’re happy I’m in college.”
“You aren’t—not yet.” We got to our first class and stopped at the door.
“The name on the sign says University, so as far as they’re concerned, I’m in college.” I grinned and walked into the classroom.
I had been attending Grantham University for two years and even though Mr. Matthews would give me a passing grade, it was unlikely my third try at my senior year was going to be any different than the previous two. I really didn’t care at that point. I was nineteen years old and planning to ride the gravy train until my parents stopped footing the bill and let me live out my days by their pool working on my tan—hopefully with a hot pool-boy somewhere in the vicinity. I figured I had another three or four years before they got tired of spending money on school and let me call it quits. Until that happened, I was just going to have fun with it and do whatever the hell I wanted to do.
Grantham University was literal chaos most of the time. It was filled with people just like me who didn’t make it in public school. We were the forgotten children of the elite—sons and daughters they weren’t proud of. I had a brother that was the shining star of my family so he could keep the Lewis name afloat while I lived off the spoils.
“WHERE’S THE PARTY AT tonight, guys?” I walked up to a group that was leaned against their lockers chatting.
“Are you going to put out this time or just tease me?” The largest of the group, a guy named Braden, gave me an air kiss, which I caught and smiled.
“You’re the one that passed out.” I shrugged and nudged him with my shoulder. “So where the party?”
“Frank’s house.” Braden motioned to Frank, who was perched against his locker across the hall talking to a girl.
Braden smiled and leaned down to kiss me, but I carefully dodged it. “Great, I’ll see you there.” I grinned and took a step back.
“I’m getting in your panties this time, Bethany.” His words were loud enough to cause several heads to turn as I walked away with a smirk on my face.
Braden was hot, but he wasn’t really my type. It seemed that I hadn’t found my type yet, because I was still a virgin despite talking a good game about my exploits. I talked about it so much when I was younger that people just assumed I was riding a cock carousel, so when it got to the point I was actually in a position where I could have sex with someone, I was scared they would find out my secret. My reputation as a slut meant most guys were only after me for sex, which further complicated things. As long as I was at Grantham University, it was unlikely that I was going to meet someone that could tempt me enough to ever consider spreading my legs. It was more fun to tease them anyway. Eventually I would find the right guy, but until then, I was going to use my body to get what I wanted without putting out.
I went through the motions during most of my classes, but when it was time for Mr. Matthews class, I was ready to put on my latest performance. I took my spot on the front row and watched him swallow hard when his eyes moved up my legs to the edge of my skirt. He tried to look away, but I kept casually letting my legs open a little wider, pretending like I was shifting in my seat and it was a complete accident. By the time the class was over, he had sweat under his armpits and dotting his forehead.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Amy walked up to me as I leaned against the wall next to the men’s bathroom.