Chapter 5: Headin’ To School

I yawned as we walked to the car. The soft warm glow of the rising sun peeking through the thick fog blanketing the hills felt great against my skin compared to the nippy air rolling down the valley. My sleep had been shit, an entire night of tossing and turning thinking about Clar and her potential crush on me. The blond-headed girl herself looked a little worse for wear too, her old sneakers trudging across the concrete pavers leading to the gravel driveway.

She wore a black long-sleeve shirt that clung to her like a second skin. My eyes drifted across the strained fabric covering her breasts, the outline of her bra was clearly visible as my eyes drifted lower. The black fabric clung to her toned midriff giving me an outline of her belly button. Below that a pair of skinny jeans clung to her slender legs and shapely hips, her thighs straining against the soft denim removing any wrinkle.

"What're you looking at?" Her crabby voice snapped me out of my gawking, the girl gave me a glare before snorting her nose.

"Nothing, it just seems strange that after I got rejected by Veronica both of you girls began to dress more provocatively." Both of them froze as I continued walking past them, a smirk playing on my face. I may be stupid but even an idiot could recognize their change in demeanor and clothes.

"D-do you d-dislike it?" Elsie finally decided to chime in, her hands nervously picking at the edge of her sweater dress, the window revealing her cleavage catching my eye almost immediately. It was a burnt orange color, the long sleeves went past her wrists and covered most of her palms. The part meant to cover her torso went down to around mid-thigh, and the rest of her plump thighs were covered in a black pair of leggings. The window on the top portion of her sweater revealed the tops of her large tits in all of their creamy glory, and I could tell with certainty that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her erect nipples pressed against the sweater revealing their outline. She was too sexy, and I had to swallow the lump growing in my throat before I could respond.

"I don't dislike it…but, stick close to me today cause things might get hairy. If I'm not with you both of you immediately find Billy or Ricky, they won't fuck with you." The number of asshats at Munford High that had a crush on or just wanted a quick fuck with the two of them was more than I could count. What made it worse is that I had all but one class with the girls meaning I had no way of keeping an eye on them.

I walked across to the passenger side of the car, my hand reaching for the lock with my keys in hand. The click sound of the door unlocking filled the air as I pulled open the door, the hinges creaking as the metal jostled to a stop. Climbing inside I had to crawl over the center console to get to the driver seat, a groan leaking from my lips as I plopped down behind the wheel. The key was in the ignition, the engine roaring to a sluggish start before settling into a soft purr.

"What're you two waiting for get in!" I rolled down the driver's window, my words breaking the girls from their stupor. They both shot each other a glance, a silent conversation occurring between them that I'd never be able to understand. In the end, Clara clicked her tongue, her eyes averting as she walked around the car and got in the front passenger seat, Elsie taking the back seat behind me.

Putting the gear selector in reverse I cut my wheels sharply as the land boat drifted into the yard. The dew-covered grass was crushed under my tires before I came to a stop, the selector shifting into the drive as we rolled downhill. The rumble of gravel being kicked up vibrated through the car, an occasional rock hitting the underside with a thunk sound as the gravel was kicked up by the speeding vehicle. My fingers reached for the dial of the radio only to land on Clara's as she had already gotten there. I pulled back my hand like I'd been burnt, the smooth feeling of her hands against my own calloused skin felt wonderful.

"Sorry…" I muttered as I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. The pink dusting covering the bridge of her nose told me that her stoic act was a load of bullshit, an uncomfortable silence setting between us as she cranked up the radio.

"Don't apologize E…it was an accident." She finished her words before the roar of a man screaming all aboard was sent barreling through my rattling speakers, crazed laughter following behind. Crazy Train started playing, the bass picking up as we turned out of the driveway onto old Highway 37, the engine roaring as I punched the gas. I wanted to get out of the car fast, the awkward atmosphere between me and Clara causing a vein to throb in my forehead.

"What're you smiling about Elsie?" I asked as my eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, a mischievous little grin was plastered across her face. Did she find the weird tension between me and my sister funny, shouldn't she be livid?

"N-nothing." I sighed, my hand reaching for the pack of cigarettes I kept in the sun visor. Before I could reach the promised land of stress relief and lung cancer Clara's hand swatted mine away. Her blue eyes narrowed into a glare as she tried boring a hole through my skull.

"You need to quit that, I don't need you dying early on me." My hands tightened against the steering wheel as a groan left my lips.

"I don't need you nagging me, I've got Billy for that. You're over here actin' like we're a married couple." I scoffed at the notion, marriage was a fuckin' scam.

Dad taught me that lesson through his own mistakes, in particular marrying that woman. If I end up married it'd be for the taxes

and truthfully the only girl I ever wanted bad enough to go against this principle just rejected me in front of the whole school. So I guess you could say I was a little jaded about the idea of hitching myself to someone, with the thought of them one day leaving me being too much to stomach. Plus, how could I just pick one, the greedy kid in me wanted all the flavors and I didn't want to share 'em with any other guy.

"Y-you two are f-fighting like a-a married c-couple though." I glared at Elsie as she popped off that snarky comment, the sound of my tires drifting over to the gravel-covered shoulder of the road breaking me from my stare down

with the girl. Gently the wheels turned back on course, a sigh of relief leaking from my lips. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm glad I have school today.

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(Veronica Miller POV):

"Oh here comes your little Romeo, Veronica~!" Becky's loud voice made our little circle of friends turn to watch as the rust bucket Ethan drives pulled in. The wheezing roar of the engine and the cloud of exhaust it left behind looked like a steam engine, and when the car finally lurched to a stop and the engine died I couldn't help but grimace at what would come next. At what I had made happen.

"Wait a second is that Elsie Smith—!?" Keith's eyes were as wide as saucers when the back driver-side door to the car opened and out stepped a sight no one ever expected.

The shy stuttering little girl attached to Clara Langston's hip since kindergarten walked out like she owned the place. Her hips swayed with seductive grace as she stepped around the back of the car, her delicate fingers brushing against the trunk of the vehicle like a supermodel showing off a new Lambo. The sweater dress she wore had a genuine boob window, something so daring that even the sluttier girls at school would avoid. Her pale tits were exposed for all of the boys to gawk at, and gawk they did as all of them watched her turn the corner and head toward the front passenger door. The short 'skirt' of the dress rode up with each step she took, the underside of her ass cheek was exposed with each motion. Skin tight leggings did not hide anything and by the way she flaunted it with her exaggerated walk she knew she was putting on a show.

"Jesus Christ, she's fucking stacked!" Jason practically drooled as he watched the girl bend down to tug at the door handle, her skirt riding up to reveal her large ass hidden only by a skin-tight layer of fabric. Had it not been for her panties the boys would have been treated to the outline of her pussy, but they didn't seem to notice as the door opened to reveal another dazzling sight.

A pair of long slender legs dangled out of the car, their owner following quickly behind as Clara Langston stood up. Her blue eyes scanned the parking lot looking for something and when her eyes landed on me they narrowed into a glare. The girl began walking toward us, her toned thighs straining against the denim of her jeans. Her breasts swayed with each and every movement, her tight shirt leaving little to the imagination.

"Ooh she's coming this way~!" Keith grinned, his hands imitating the act of groping something. The other boys laughed at his idiotic display while I tried making myself as small as possible. She was coming for me and I knew it, and out of all the girls you didn't want to piss off at Munford High, Clara Langston was numero uno on that list.

"Romeo's coming too!" Becky crowed, her finger pointing at the emerging figure of Ethan. The man was muscular, years of schoolyard scraps and his Dad's twisted sense of raising him had crafted a body full of coiled muscles ready to pounce. He wore a white wife beater, and the tan skin of his broad shoulders glowed under the light of the sun. His biceps were massive, throbbing veins running across the inside of them and down to forearms the size of most of the boy's biceps in school.

"Shit he looks pissed!" Tobey spoke as he and Jessica began backing away from the circle and took up positions behind their cars. Their eyes peeked out over the hood of the engine as they watched the man pick up his pace, his walk turning into a jog. His coal brown eyes were narrowed, his face scowling into an ugly smile as he bared his teeth. The sound of his boots thumping across the pavement filled the air as he intercepted his sister, his large hands wrapping around her shoulders.

"Ethan what the fuck!?" Clara screamed, her hands pressing against her brother's rock-solid chest as she tried breaking free from his grip. The man wouldn't budge as he steered her back toward the entrance of the school, his eyes casting a sidelong glance at me as he kept moving. In that brief instant, our eyes met I wanted to apologize, to take back every damn thing I said but all I could muster was a simple 'thank you' spoken silently for only his eyes to see.

"Hey, hey, hey, where the hell do you think you're goin' Langston?" Keith spoke, his body pushing off of the bumper of his truck as he walked toward the brother and sister pair. The man smiled as he leered down at Clara, the girl glaring back at his perverted look. His hand slicked back the mop of dirty blonde hair on his head as he tried his best to act seductive, a grin growing on my face as Ethan gave him a dead stare. The roasting was about to begin.

"And what would the self-important Ken-doll reject need to know with that information?." A torrent of pure venom left Ethan's mouth from behind a cocky smirk. The sound of snickering filled the air as the rest of our group fought hard against the urge to laugh.

"Fuck you—!"

"No thank you, I don't swing that way. But I bet Becky would love to take one for the team and do that honor. Though I do wonder how that'd work." The man put one of his hands up to his chin like he was pondering something, his eyes glancing down at his sister as a silent cue.

"Why's that, E?" She played along, a large grin etching itself across her face.

"Well according to a reliable source, that being Keith's mom after I fucked her stupid, his pecker is about the size of a baby carrot and that's when he's 'excited'. So imagine if you will poor Keith trying his damnedest to make sweet sensual love to Ms. Becky only for her to ask 'Did you put it in yet?'." Tobey groaned as his stomach began hurting from him laughing, Jason was red in the face fighting to keep upright as he leaned against the grill of his truck. For her part, Becky looked scandalized and Keith's face had turned purple with rage.

The man reared back to throw a wild haymaker at Ethan who simply turned around and held his sister in his arms. A loud thump filled the air as everyone watched on in stunned silence as Ethan's head was knocked forward, his face dangerously close to the fearful eyes of his sister.

"Ooh, now you've fucked up now!" A loud yell came from one of the students clambering off one of the yellow buses parked out front. Ricky Nash grinned as he made his way toward the commotion, Billy Evans wading through the crowd behind him with a nervous look on his face.

"E, are you okay?" Clara asked, a guilty expression overtaking her face. Her actions had caused this event and yet the true root of the problem was me. She wouldn't feel angry with me had I not brutally rejected her brother and that means she wouldn't have come over here trying to give me a piece of her mind. She and Ethan would've gone to class without incident but instead, he's about to get himself expelled.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" Instead of blowing up the man took his sister and walked past Keith. The smug grin on the dirty-blonde's face grew, but little did he or any of us know that behind his calm demeanor, Ethan was an angry volcano ready to erupt. The revenge that would be dished out would be tenfold, and everyone would once again be reminded why one of the town's sayings is 'Don't mess with a Langston!'.