2 Chapter Two

Brantley

How have I never noticed her before? She's definitely gone to this school as long as I have but, how have I never noticed her existence. Running a hand through my hair I stare in her direction, my eyes showing no emotion as usual. Her brunette friend whispers something and she turns her head in my direction.

Her eyes scan me up and down, focusing on my jaw a little longer than normal. I hold in the smirk that is trying to escape as I watch her. My eyes scan down. Perfect tits. Amazing body. And that ass, I could bend her over this table right now and give her the most mind blowing sex she's ever experienced.

"Stare all you want, you won't see what's under those clothes" she bites out. I hide my smirk yet again and then back towards Kai and Conor trying to figure out what they're talking about now. "You did what" I grind out. Kai eyes me before speaking again. "I bent prissy little Tessa over my bed and banged her so hard she forgot what a snob she was for about five minutes" he smirks. I ignore the urge to roll my eyes. All these boys and fucking anything that walks.

I don't want my dick to get so sore it wants to fall off. No, fuck no. I'd rather have one girl, that I fuck on a constant. My eyes travel back towards the blonde princess and this time I allow the smirk to escape. I'd love to have her be at my beck and call. Physically destroying her pussy constantly.

"You in, Brantley?" Conor asks from beside me. I turn my head back towards them and tilt my head. "In for what?" I mutter. "Scaring the shit out of Madison Myers tonight" Kai answers. I nod in agreement she has to know something about me and my gang. She has to know something about The Rosewell Elites. I nod again and then push myself up from the table and stalk off towards the doors to the school.

I can feel eyes burning holes into my back as I make each step towards the door. Tilting my head I slightly turn to see who caught me. Madison, that's her name. She's watching me with piercing blue eyes. Damn she's hot. I ignore my last thought and then turn on my heel. Heading in the direction I was going. Once I'm safely outside of the building I place a cigarette between my lips and light it.

Blowing out the smoke as I eye my surroundings. I hear the creak of the door and then my head. Madison. Her head pops out and she watches me with those sparkling blue eyes. "Do you have a need to stare or something" she asks in a chipped tone as she lights a cigarette. I stay silent and I inhale from the dart. I came out here to be alone not play twenty fucking questions.

Running a hand through my hair I take another puff and eye her cautiously. "I said, you're not seeing what's under them" she barks. "Who fucking said I wanted too?" I growl. That shuts her up and she brings her cigarette back to her lips. Good. I'd rather not hear voices. She can stay quiet, that's fine by me.

''Brantley right?'' She dares to ask. Can she shut the fuck up for two damn minutes. ''What's it to you, princess'' I seethe. Madison's eyes grow dark as she watches me. ''Your a Vicious that explains it'' she growls under her breath. My anger growls as I spin towards her, my eyes wild. ''Listen here, Myers. You don't know anything about me and you're not about to. Keep your bloody mouth shut and stop talking'' I growl.

She closes her mouth with a glare before she brings the cigarette back to her lips. Good. Inhaling one last puff I drop the it to the ground and put it out with my boot. Not even turning around I head straight for my back maserati, I need to get the fuck out of here. Sliding into the driver's seat I pull out of the parking lot and head straight for the dark black Vicious mansion I call home. Home? More like horror. Rolling my eyes I slam down on the pedal and pull into the garage.

Once my feet step through the double doors I remember why I hate being here. The entire place reeks of alcohol and I fucking hate it. Stalking up to my bedroom I close the door behind me. Fuck this. Pulling my shirt over my head to reveal my many tattoos. Unbuttoning my pants and sliding off my boxers, I climbed into the my suite shower letting the water pelt down on me.

Much better. Running my hands through my wet hair I scrub shampoo throughout my hair. After rinsing the shampoo and body wash off, I climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I hate this. I'm in Junior year and the fact that I have one more year of this shit is fucking annoying. I could literally break half the kids in that school alone because I'm sick of seeing them. It's like seeing the same dog come to your house for the past two years.

Wandering back into my room I quickly changed into something presentable so my father eat me alive. Making my way down the king stairwell I pour myself a glass of water pulling myself onto a bar stool before taking a sip. "What the hell, are you doing home?!" Alexander Vicious barks as he enters the kitchen. "Didn't want to be there so I fucking left" I growl. My father just glares at me before pouring his regular glass of whiskey at noon.

Getting to my feet I walk back upstairs into my room not wanting to be around him. I could honestly sock him in the face sometimes and maybe one day I finally will. Finishing my glass of water I open up my sketch book and begin sketching and by the time I'm done I realize I drew the blonde girl with a hot mouth.

Slamming the book closes I crawl onto my bed and put my arms behind my head. She's hot I have to admit but drawing her? What the fuck is going on in my brain. Closing my eyes I let out a sigh and rolled over waiting for midnight. Midnight is what me and the boys have planned for her. Midnight is when she'll realize her smart mouth doesn't work on men like me and my boys.

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