In the Last Chapter…
Robyn Cooper is head-over-heels for the school’s bad boy, Jordan. Even though she can keep herself occupied by having casual sex with some boys, like Matthew, she wants Jordan the most. After finding out Jordan would only date a girl who truly knows him, she spies on him only to find out he’s meeting with Kevin Shen, the school smooth-talker, and involved with some group called the Hazelwood Underground. Neither Kevin nor Jordan know she’s aware of their little group, and now she has to decide how to use this information to her advantage…
I may have been many things, but I wasn’t stupid. Rushing into any kind of decision would be a bad move, and even though I had the chance to go to the next level with Jordan, I also had the chance to fuck it up forever. Jordan was always confident, always… except that one time I heard him during the meeting. Something about it made his guard go down. Confronting a boy like that would have likely been a one-way ticket to making him never talk to you again and spread rumors around the school that you’re a psycho bitch or something.
Kevin was who I needed to talk to, and handily, he was gone, which meant I could process this for a few days before jumping into anything dumb. I glanced back at Jordan, who was surrounded by his usual posse. He was back to exuding pure confidence in a way that would make any girl melt, but… he wasn’t eyeing any of them. One of his basketball bros had his arm around some girl from chemistry class, and Jordan was pretty shamelessly looking her up and down when his bro wasn’t looking, but he never spoke to her. He was such an enigma!
Well, I had the master key now. All I had to do was wait for the right time to open the door.
***
“I thought Jefferson said the fucking test was going to be on Monday,” Kathy groaned in annoyance. “Like, I have better things to do with my weekend than read fucking Frankenstein. Did you know Shelley was younger than us when she fucking wrote it? I bet she got the fuckin’ weekend off!”
I laughed. Kathy got so angry at the dumbest shit. “Yeah, it kinda shows too,” I laughed.
“Huh?”
“Oh, it’s just, like, it shows that she was young. She writes like a teenager. Like, she writes a whole three pages about this dude taking a trip to Oxford to, like, prepare for his wedding, not even do the wedding itself, but the monster coming to life and escaping takes, like, two paragraphs. Like, Mary, girl, you’re clearly important and shit, but learn to pace your stories better!”
Kathy just stared at me. “Oh my God,” she murmured. “You actually read it. Nerd.”
“Oh, fuck off,” I laughed. Kathy was probably just jealous I was the better-looking and the smarter girl between us. “It’s not the worst book ever anyways. Plus maybe if you read it, you wouldn’t have failed the te-”
“I did not fail the test!” she grumbled. “I probably did good! It’s just, like, bullshit!”
I laughed and looked off. Naturally, my eyes wandered to Jordan, and I wasn’t surprised at all to see him slouching in his chair, blatantly ignoring Jefferson’s ‘no phones’ rule. My eyes wandered further and I saw Kevin, his nose in his book, trying to finish any homework he had.
I thought that he just did all of his homework early because he was a nerd like his twin brother, whatever his name was. Or maybe because he wanted to enjoy his afternoons and play video games. But now… perhaps he needed that free time to work with the Hazelwood Underground.
I frowned, looking back at Jordan. If these two were in the same secret society, it was clear who the point man was. Jordan looked like he could not give less of a shit about anything, whereas Kevin was the dictionary definition of a tryhard. I definitely needed to talk to Kevin. If nothing else, he definitely knew more.
The bell rang and I got to my feet, startled. Shit, Kevin was going to leave if I wasn’t careful. I clumsily said goodbye to Kathy and walked over to Kevin, clearing my throat. “Hey Kevin, I have something I need to talk to you about.”
“Okay, hit me with it,” he replied casually. People around him were walking out of the classroom, with Jordan thankfully among the first, even though it was its own sad goodbye. The room always smelled a little better when he was in it.
Fuck, I was down bad. I shook my head, looking at the surrounding desks and figuring that the only people left in the classroom didn’t give a shit. “It’s about the deal you made at the game, with Jordan,” I continued in a quieter voice.
Kevin chuckled. “Wow, this has just been living rent-free in your head, huh?”
“You told me I didn’t know what it was about,” I continued, my voice finding its footing.
“Yeah, imagine that,” he replied suavely, putting his book into his bag. “I guess you’re nosier than I thought. Well, I’m not telling you what ain’t your business. It’s just students helping students, alright?”
“Yeah, but it would really suck if the teachers knew what the Fixer was up to, don’t you think?” I asked him, putting my hand down on his desk.
He stopped in place, and slowly looked into my eyes. His face broke out into a serious smile. “Now how would someone like you come to know a name like that?” he asked quietly, yet with confidence.
“I listen to things,” I told him confidently. “I hear a lot, thank you. I know you’re talking to a certain Prettyboy-”
“Not like that, I’m not,” Kevin replied, making a face.
I ignored him. “And answering to a certain General? You even have a little pet Canary.”
He stared at me for a bit, then sighed. “Walk with me,” he instructed, and got his stuff. I followed him, with us two being the last two to leave the classroom. Kevin started to take the stairs downwards, taking a path I could only guess he didn’t normally take to get to his next class.
“You are, by far, the nosiest person I’ve ever met,” he began, looking straight ahead as he walked. “You gotta be careful. That shit could get you into some serious trouble with the wrong crowd.” He paused and I didn’t fill the silence. “But I can’t figure out your angle. What are you trying to do, get me in trouble? What did I do to you?”
“I just know more than you think I-”
“Nah nah nah,” Kevin cut in, shaking his head. “None of that. No one does shit unless they want something. Even if you want in, it has to be for a reason. Be honest with me, and I’ll be honest with you. And maybe if you’re smart you’ll take into account that I can tell when you’re bullshitting me, and when you’re telling me the truth.”
I pouted, looking away at the wall, even as we walked. “Okay, so I do have my reasons, but they sound stupid.”
“Good start,” Kevin chuckled. “My classroom’s coming up soon, so-”
“Okay, fine!!” I huffed angrily. “I… I have a crush on Jordan.”
Kevin stopped and gave me a confused look. “So what, you want to know everything the guy is up to?”
“I mean, kind of!” I protested. I tucked my hair behind my ear nervously. “I heard a rumor that he doesn’t date girls because they don’t know all of him. Every part of him.” I blushed, feeling stupid telling Kevin this.
Kevin’s expression didn’t help. “Uh-huh,” he replied in an unconvinced voice. He looked back towards his classroom, then at me. “Alright, screw it, I’m into this now. Two things. One, if you want to get with Jordan, why don’t you just, like, I dunno, be in a very public relationship with another guy?”
My blush deepened. “He’s known for wanting… taken girls, huh?” I asked quietly.
“Almost exclusively,” Kevin replied with a nod. “Two, and I guess maybe if this evolves it’ll help your case, but if you want to get with Jordan so bad, why are you having sex with Matthew O’Dono-”
“Hey!!” I exclaimed, my blush becoming a deep red. “Shut up, you idiot! Who just says that out loud?! How do you even know about that??”
Kevin, against all odds, smiled. “I’m very connected to the school, I told you,” he replied smugly. “If it means anything, Matthew hasn’t been bragging or anything.”
“This literally happened a week ago,” I added, going back to whispering. “I’m allowed to… I can’t believe I’m telling you this… I’m allowed to do what I want with who I want.”
“Hey, of course you are! I’m a modern man, I got no issue with that kinda… y’know. Plus, like, even if I had an issue, who cares, right? It’s your body, your rules, all that.”
“Yeah,” I replied awkwardly. “Uh, thanks.” This was the weirdest conversation ever, but at least the guy had basic respect for women. I heard from someone that Kevin was a pig around women… either he changed, or I guessed they exaggerated a bit or something.
Kevin looked at me for a bit. “So, if I can recap…” he began.
I looked around us nervously. No one was around. “Don’t be loud.”
He gave me an ‘are you serious?’ smile, but proceeded. “You sleep around with guys every so often because it’s fun, but you’ve also got it bad for Jordan. You’re not so crazy for him that you’ll assume it’s going to happen and preemptively stop doing stuff with other guys, but you are crazy enough about him that you’ll believe a rumor about him needing a girl to stalk him in order to fall for her. So, to find out everything about him…” He pointed a finger at himself. “You’re going after someone planning something big with him, just to know more about Jordan specifically.”
I rolled my eyes. “What is this, Family Guy? Why are you telling me about my own goals here?”
“I want to make sure I’m not wrong. It’s, erm, kinda convoluted,” he replied with a smirk.
“And you’re being, erm, kinda condescending,” I rebutted.
“Yeah, well, you’re the one kinda butting into my business here,” he replied uneasily. “I honestly think you’re better off doing something else to get Jordan’s attention.”
“I’d like to know what it is you guys are planning first,” I told him firmly.
“No. N-O. You knowing as much as you do already makes things weird for me,” he replied with an even stiffer tone.
“Oh, but you knowing about my fuckin’ sex life is fair game?!” I rebutted angrily.
He stayed silent for a bit. “Fuck, I hate when anyone other than me makes a good point,” he muttered out loud. “And I assume if I tell you I’ll stop prying into your life, that won’t…”
“Yeah, that doesn’t do anything for me,” I confirmed.
“For fuck’s sake,” he groaned. He looked back to his classroom. “Alright, fine, get out your phone. I’ll text you, we can meet at lunch.”
I nodded and pulled out my phone. Even if this didn’t get me anywhere with Jordan, this was at least exciting. Plus, Kevin was clearly pretty well-connected himself. This was fun.
***
“Okay,” Kevin began, sitting down with me. We had our own private room – the number was 203 or something. Student Council normally used it, but Kevin pulled some strings with the President, Abby, and borrowed her key. “Hazelwood Underground is a group that… well, I mean, I have to assume you read the letter.”
I nodded. “It was really dramatic. Codenames and shit.”
“We do the ‘codenames and shit’ because if it gets brought to the principal, it doesn’t point to us,” he replied simply. “Even if someone saw us plant it, we just deny deny deny, their word against ours. Then we lay low for a few months.”
“A few months? You’re in twelfth grade, you’re like, eighteen. We’re all graduating soon,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, and I appreciate your friggin’ cooperation in this matter,” Kevin replied with clear annoyance on his face. “Laying low ain’t really an option right now, especially with everything we’re planning.”
“What are you planning?” I asked, leaning in. “What’s the whole point of the Hazelwood Underground?”
He sighed. “It’s students helping students,” he explained to me. “Sometimes you get a bad grade on a test, or you get into trouble, and you go, ‘fuck, I wish I could take it all back.’ Right?”
I nodded.
“We make that happen.”
“How?”
He laughed and shrugged. “It’s case-by-case,” he replied. “Sometimes they ask us to do the simplest shit, and sometimes they ask us to do something next to impossible. I handle a lot of the more social things. Find out something for someone here, fix an argument between some girl and her boyfriend there.”
I thought for a bit. “So, could I like, hire you to make Jordan fall f-”
“Of course not,” he interrupted. “I’m not a fuckin’ miracle worker. Not to mention, no offense, I don’t think you could afford me.”
I scoffed. “Wow, Kevin,” I replied. “What’s your rate, if it’s too good for me or whatever?”
“It ain’t money, I can tell you that right now,” he replied. “Connections, info, and favors.”
“Well, I know a lot of people around the school, I co-”
He shook his head. “Higher connections,” he replied. “I’ll give you this one for free: last guy I helped does a lot of extracurriculars. Takes the late bus. Talks to the custodians every day, gets real friendly with ‘em. Custodians are an unassuming bunch, and a lot of them have master keys to the place. Suppose one of us needs to get into a particular room after school, maybe even to help out a future client who’s offering an even bigger payday.” He made a gesture like rolling wheels with his hands. “Get the picture?”
“And info, is, what, who’s sleeping with who? Like, you sure didn’t find out who I’m fucking from me.”
Kevin laughed. “Nah, that’s just me keeping an ear to the ground,” he replied. “Once again, think bigger.”
I paused. “And favors,” I said slowly. “Should I think bigger there? Are all of your coworkers past clients or something?”
“There we go, now you’re getting it,” he said with a nod. “I’m not the head, I was brought on myself, but everyone who was brought on was someone who needed something and could offer their own skills in return.”
“Yeah, the head,” I replied, nodding. “General, right?”
He shrugged. “Who’s to say?” He grinned.
“Who is it?” I asked quietly.
“Nope.”
“C’mon, what if… I mean, I could… what skills are you looking for?”
“Robyn, this isn’t a YouTube channel we’re doing here,” Kevin argued. “We’re not just gonna take in anyone who asks and, like, see what they can do.” He chuckled, as if the very idea was absurd. “Fuck, I’m breaking the rules by just discussing it this openly with you. You know what Jordan would do if you just point-blank told him you knew he was Prettyboy and thought he was part of some secret group? I’d bet you a hundred dollars right here he would never talk to you again and spread word around the school that you’re a psycho bitch or something.”
I nodded, thanking my lucky stars I picked the right person to corner.
“If you’re gonna know about this, rule one is absolute. Even if you think you know who’s who in the Hazelwood Underground, never talk about it openly. Shit, fuck, I don’t even do it. Why do you think we have letters? Just so we can enjoy the spy movie shit?”
I paused. “…Okay, it’s gotta be at least a little bit because you enjoy the spy movie shit.”
Kevin grinned again. “Okay, fine. Maybe one percent. But anyways, unless you got something I’m not seeing, and you have a favor or some mind-blowing info to give us, this is where this shit ends. I’m happy to, like, I dunno, hang out with you and gossip with you as a friend, but this is some serious shit you’re walking into here.”
I may have nodded and replied, “Okay, I understand,” but on the inside I was thinking. Thinking very hard. “Is it just the four of you?”
“I’m not answering that, Robyn,” he told me seriously, then smiled. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not gonna let this go?”
I shrugged. “I dunno,” I lamely replied, then recalled what was on the letter itself. “But it sounds like this operation is bigger than the others.”
“Honestly, nah,” Kevin replied coolly. “It’s just taking all of us to pull it off. You might even hear about it, you might not.”
When he said that, something clicked inside my head. “AKA it’s possible you’re just making this shit up to impress me.”
Kevin laughed. “Can you imagine me doing all this just to fool someone I basically talked to once? What would my end goal even be?”
I shrugged again. “It got me talking to you, didn’t it?”
“I suppose, sure,” Kevin said dismissively. “I feel like there are better ways to talk to girls. Plus, you’re already into Jordan, I’m not planning on asking you out anytime soon.” His eyes danced. “Unless you need that as a cover so Jordan can finally notice you.”
“Kevin!” I exploded. “First of all, no, I’m not interested i-”
“Relax, relax, I’m only kidding,” Kevin soothed.
“And second of all, that’s just, like, a really mean thing to say! I like him a lot! And-”
“Arright, arright, I get it! Look, I’m sorry, alright?” Kevin’s hands were in front of his face, calming me down. “For the record, you are pretty cool. I’m glad we are actually talking, and I’m not trying to just get with you or whatever.”
I was silent for a bit. “You could still be making this up to cover up the real reason you were meeting Jordan. I’m still betting you two went into that shed to kiss or something.”
Kevin sat back and rubbed his palms on his eyes. “How many girls do I have to bang to beat the gay allegations…?” he mumbled to himself. Taking his hands off his eyes, he focused on me again. “Tell you what, Robyn. When it’s clear that what I’m doing here isn’t just smoke and mirrors, feel free to text me. We can hang out again, and you can tell me you’re sorry personally.”
I laughed. “If that happens, deal.”
***
The news broke a week or so later. It was the talk of the whole school. Connor Marks was removed from the Council.
It may have been early spring, but it was late enough in the school year that the Student Council was already talking about the elections. Not a lot of people gave a shit about the Council last year, though thanks to shit like the Double Down event, the Council kind of broke apart even from the inside and it took this year’s Council to get them back on their feet. This new Council, emerging from the ashes, felt… cutthroat, like they’d happily double-cross each other to get ahead. If you were popular, you knew that two particular students from the Council, Connor and Jackson, were preparing to wage an all-out war to become the next President.
Of course, Jackson was a string bean, a well-dressed theater kid. There was no hope for him to become President of the Student fucking Council… unless, of course, for some strange reason, Connor was ousted from the Council. None of the students were allowed to know the reason behind Connor’s removal, as was tradition, but… something told me this crazy event didn’t exactly come from out of nowhere.
I couldn’t help but replay the event in my mind. The football game. When Kevin arrived, who was happy to see him? Who shook his fucking hand? Connor’s rival. The guy that would lose if Connor was even allowed to run next year. Jackson. Even the letter spelled it out.
Council is in. None of the Council knows any details, as instructed. Staff remain oblivious.
Jackson hired Kevin and his team to boot out Connor. Holy shit, Kevin wasn’t bluffing at all. Kathy, who normally blabbed my ear off, had my full attention as she gave me every detail she knew. She had this unusual vigor and energy in her voice, probably because most of the time she tried to gossip with me, I’d interrupt her halfway through to tell her I didn’t care as much as she did. This time, I couldn’t get enough.
I so badly wanted to walk up to Kevin and demand the details, but even if he was alone, he would have told me to take a hike, and he even had Jordan next to him. Rule one, never talk about it openly. If I wanted to know how Kevin did it, I’d need to play by his rules.
***
Kevin shrugged as we walked to our meeting location. “Told you I wasn’t full of shit,” he said smugly.
“Kevin, like… like, holy shit, Kevin!” I marveled. There was actually a secret underground society, so powerful they could influence future elections. An actual election, tampered with, in 2016! We truly were living in the future. I knew it happened in, like, war-torn countries, but this was America! Sure, a small-town high school in America, but still.
“So…” Kevin said smugly, reaching our meeting place and turning to me, folding his arms. “I believe you agreed you’d tell me you were sorry personally.”
I shook my head at the audacity of this motherfucker, but couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, I’m sorry, Kevin,” I replied in a joking yet conceding tone. “So, I’m going to guess the answer is no, but if I asked how…”
“You’re correct. Nope,” Kevin confirmed, then looked from side to side. “And I’m trusting you to keep this shit to yourself.”
“Oh yeah, no problem,” I replied, nodding. I’d totally thought about using this to my advantage and blackmailing him or something, but if this event was the key to getting Jordan, double-crossing Kevin was going to destroy my chances. Plus, they just proved they could take down Connor, who may have had a reputation as a bad boy, but he was still in the Council! Imagine what they could do to my reputation if I pissed them off…
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” he told me sincerely. “I’m not gonna lie, I was really worried when you first approached me. I thought we’d have to make things… complicated, you know?”
“I’m all good, I promise,” I told him sincerely. “In fact, I’m kinda glad we got to actually talk. You’re a lot cooler than I thought.”
“Thanks,” Kevin said flatly with a ‘come on now’ kind of face. “So kind.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I guess.” He paused, then chuckled. “I guess everyone becomes cooler when they have a secret side.”
“Nah, you’re just… I dunno, a better person than I’ve hear- I mean…”
Kevin shrugged. “I know that some people here don’t, uh, like me much,” he replied coolly. “I appreciate you giving me a second chance. And hey, if you want, at lunch I sit with a few of the Council and a few other friends. It’s not one of those ‘permission only’ tables like Taylor’s.”
Taylor Wise. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling.
“A lot of different people sit there from time to time. Jordan’s even come once or twice. Offer’s open.”
Thanks,” I replied with a smile. “I might take you up on that.”
***
I thought that I was going to just hang out with him once or twice, but Kevin was actually pretty fun to hang out with. He seemed like one of the only boys that didn’t actually get too bitchy when I whipped out the attitude. He pointed it out, but he wasn’t all like ‘you need to take that back, I’m a man’ or some shit like that.
So I started hanging out with him during lunches, although sometimes I would just go to my little table with Kathy and the girls instead. Though another boy I wanted to talk to, for my own reasons of course, wasn’t available until after school and not unless I invited him over under false pretenses.
“So, what have you been up to?” Matthew asked as I closed the door to my room.
I turned around and folded my arms. “Matthew, I wanna know how people heard about me having sex with you like a week after it happened.”
Matthew was caught entirely off guard. “Uh, I dunno,” he mumbled.
“That’s not good enough,” I countered.
He gestured to nothing in particular with his hands. “I mean, I guess I told, like, a friend, and it kinda…” He huffed. “I’m sorry. I thought I could just tell, like, one guy. What’s the big deal anyways? Are you, I dunno, ashamed?”
“No, I’m just a girl, idiot,” I chided him. “This shit doesn’t affect you but it does affect me.”
“Wait, why? Guys kinda know that you’re one of the easier girls in our grade already. They talked about it a lot this year. Some of them were dicks, but…”
I gave him a ‘wait for it’ look, with my arms still folded. He ran his tongue over his teeth and looked down at the floor.
“Oh,” he admitted, getting it. “Okay, sorry. I’ll try to not, like, talk to my friends about it.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it,” I replied. The both of us sat down on the bed.
“Did Alex, like, talk to you about it or something? Was he mean? I didn’t even know he knew you,” Matthew continued.
“No, I don’t even know who Alex is,” I replied. “Kevin told me.”
“Kevin? Zukewich or Shen?”
“Shen. If I wanted to talk about Kevin Zukewich I’d say Zuke,” I answered.
“Enh, well, both of them are really passionate about gossip, both of them are sarcastic as shit…” Matthew trailed off. “Both of ‘em are gay, too.”
“I’m actually not sure about Kevin being gay,” I replied. “Like, I feel like a few popular boys just wanted to bully him and call him a faggot or something, and people just started, like, actually believing it,” I told him honestly. “He is kinda good looking, too.”
“I dunno about any of that. I’m a dude,” Matthew replied. I smirked and shook my head. Matthew had his clever moments, but he was your typical airheaded popular boy. “So didja bring me here to make me apologize or did you need some… you know…?”
I laughed. “I might,” I admitted.
“Any luck with Jordan?” he inquired.
I wanted to tell him about the Hazelwood Underground, especially since Matthew wasn’t the biggest fan of Connor and would have loved to hear about the real reason why Connor was kicked out. Still, I held my tongue… somewhat. “Remember that thing you told me about Jordan only wanting girls that knew every part of him? I think I found out a side of him no one knows.”
“…After like two weeks? It’s been like two weeks since we hooked up, right?” Matthew replied, scratching his head. “And you found something no other girl knows?”
I could hear his tone. “Hey, it can happen!” I protested. “But I don’t think it’s going to lead to anything anytime soon.”
Matthew began to grin, and spread his legs. “Ahh, that’s why I’m here. I get it,” he replied through his shit-eating grin. “I get it, I get it. I missed you too, you know.”
I scoffed. “I know, you couldn’t even keep yourself from telling your friends.”
“One friend,” Matthew replied, pointing a finger in my face with a serious expression. The expression began to melt, giving way to another smile. With his other hand, he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so we were both facing the same direction, with him behind me. His pointing hand grabbed across my front, beginning to massage my boobs through my bra. Fuck, they were embarrassingly sensitive. Even though I wanted to stand my ground a little more, I couldn’t help but moan, feeling Matthew’s eager hands kneading my breasts.
“I’m not… that easy… you know…” I breathed, biting my lip and lightly moaning.
“Yes you are,” Matthew’s hot breath was on my ear.
I’d actually wanted to talk a little bit more this time, and at least pretend we were doing anything more than having sex. I wanted to make it clear that I was the one that made the rules and Matthew was privileged to get to do this with me. So why the fuck was I reacting so much to his touch, especially when he went under my shirt with one hand? Why did I just gleefully spread my legs when I felt his other hand sliding down to rub my pussy over my panties? Was I as easy as he said…?
“Did you invite me over to just talk, Robyn?” he quizzed me.
“I thought that maybe…” I breathed. “Maybe we should talk… a bit more this time… before going right into… anh!”
As I was talking, I felt his hand go from rubbing me over top of my panties to going inside my patines. Then, as I spoke, his first finger found its way inside me. My body instantly reacted.
“You were saying…?” Matthew confidently asked, his finger slowly starting to pump in and out of me.
“I was saying… that… I was sayinnnng… fuck, fuck you, Matthew… just keep… don’t stop…” My mouth was open more than it was closed now. My eyes had closed on their own. I needed this, and like it or not, Matthew had what I was looking for. I leaned back into him, enjoying feeling his toned chest against my back, even if both of us were still fully clothed.
Before long that was rectified. Some little part of me wanted to at least prolong it a little bit and tease Matthew, but before I knew it, my shirt was off, as was his pants, and I was giving him something every school boy dreams of.
“Mmh, fuck yes,” Matthew groaned, sliding his cock in between my boobs. Mine weren’t exactly the biggest in our grade, but they were big enough to do the job, with both of them enveloping Matthew’s cock, wrapping and cushioning his shaft. I always thought titjobs were kind of dumb, but I had my own sensitivity to curse again… it felt really good giving him this.
Matthew grinned at me, no doubt enjoying the show. I bet I looked like a total slut, biting my lip and smiling back at him, eagerly jutting out my chest and holding my boobs together. I liked holding him accountable and always making sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid without me pointing it out, but… I also really liked being Matthew’s slut. Or just a slut in general. Maybe I needed to expand my horizons a little bit further. It was fun to play the girl in control, but maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad to play with a few other boys…
“Fuck,” Matthew groaned, drinking in the sight. “We need to do this more often.”
My first instinct was to tease or play coy, but that voice quickly got drowned out. “It’s like you read my mind,” I purred, moving my body up and down. “Does this feel good, Matthew? Do you like seeing your cock between my tits?”
He smiled. “Fuck,” he marveled. He thrust a few more times before grabbing his cock and aiming it right at my chest, stroking it furiously. “Get ready,” he said in a thick, excited voice.
Wow. He didn’t even ask. Maybe I underestimated Matthew. The way he just assumed was… hot. I looked at him, jacking off his dick aimed right at me, and slowly started to move my hands up and down my breasts, readying them for his load. It was strange… I agreed to hang out with him today because I wanted to show I had control over him, but… giving up control was kind of hot.
I cleared my throat. “Cum for me, Matthew,” I told him in this experimental, higher voice. A little ditzier too. I… liked it. “Please, bust your fucking nut all over me.”
Even though he was close, he snickered. “Damn,” he muttered. “Fuck, here it comes~”
I cooed in delight when I felt the first thick rope of cum hit my tits. Then the second, then the third. True to his promise, Matthew painted my tits with his thick hot spunk, and it was like magic. Even the touch of it sent chills down me, like I was absorbing its sexuality through my skin. Being a slut for Matthew felt good. And fuck, I was getting to have more control with Kevin, why not let loose a little bit with Matthew?
He groaned, letting the last few drops drip out, before collapsing back onto the bed. “Oh my fucking God…” he panted. “We are definitely fucking doing this more.”
I chuckled. “I can tell you’re enjoying our little… visits,” I told him, keeping up the ditzy slutty tone.
He lay down, breathing in and out a few times, and looked again at my chest, with the cum slowly trailing down. “I wanna take a picture,” he told me, scouring for his pants.
Okay, there were some limits. “Hey, for that you gotta ask, not tell.”
“Oh, uh, okay,” he fumbled. “Can I take a picture of that? It’s really fucking hot.”
I looked down. I couldn’t blame him, the look of his still-warm, creamy load streaming down my boobs was pretty hot, wasn’t it? I looked at him and pretended to think it over, sighing. “No face,” I told him.
“Deal,” he told me, finding his phone and aiming the camera squarely at my boobs. After the first few shots, I started getting into it, massaging my breasts and making sure his cum covered every inch of me. He took pictures the entire way there.
“And no sharing, Matthew, or we’re never doing this again,” I told him, half-seriously, half-joking.
He nodded diligently. “Just for us,” he promised.
“Good,” I said with a smile, then sighed happily. I didn’t get off today, but this little self-discovery was worth it. I didn’t expect to do this for Matthew, but it was kind of cool to find this out about myself. I already knew after Ben – poor Ben – that I wanted to be sluttier, but maybe I wasn’t allowing myself to explore enough. After all, high school is the time to discover yourself, so they say… and at this point, I trusted Matthew.
I was expecting whatever Matthew said next to remind me that he was just another dumb boy, but he ended up surprising me. “Was it weird when I just started jacking off to you? I didn’t, like, say that before, and…”
I chuckled. “No, you’re good. It’s, um, thoughtful of you to say that though.” I gave him a smile and tossed him his shirt, waiting for the load to dry on me before putting my bra back on. Thankfully, I spread his load pretty evenly, so it wasn’t going to get crusty or whatever. “Some boys are dicks when it comes to that.”
“Yeah, I know,” he told me, then paused. “Why Jordan, anyway? Bro’s like, the king of treating women like shit. Maybe you shouldn’t…”
I laughed. “Why, Matthew, you aren’t catching feelings, are you?”
Grow up,” he grumbled, putting his shirt on. “I’m just, like, looking out for you. You want me to be a friend, don’t you?”
I accepted his point with a shrug. “I dunno. The heart wants what it wants, I guess,” I admitted, kneading my bra in my hands in thought. “Plus, he doesn’t have a lot of girlfriends. If things go where I think they’re going, maybe I-”
“Don’t say it!”
“Can… fix him?” I finished gingerly. I blushed and shrugged, electing to now put the bra on.
Matthew rolled his eyes. “Jesus,” he groaned to himself. “And what about Kevin?”
“What about him?”
“Well I dunno,” he replied sheepishly. I stared intently at him as I put my shirt back on, but he didn’t elaborate. With both of us fully clothed, I sat next to him. “You were all like, ‘no he’s not gay, you pointed out he’s good looking…”
“He’s no Jordan, but he’s no… I dunno, who are the ugliest guys in our grade?”
Matthew chuckled and shook his head. “That’s mean,” he laughed.
“Would you be cool with it if I had sex with another guy while I’m having sex with you?” I asked.
“I feel like we already covered this,” he replied dismissively. “Plus, if another girl wants to come onto me, we can, like, stop our thing if you want, but I’m not gonna turn her down just because we fucked last week or something.”
The perfect mix of a gentleman and a dumb boy. “Fair enough,” I replied with a nod. “I dunno. If Kevin plays his cards right.”
“Bro always plays his cards right,” Matthew chuckled. “He’s always, like, talking to Council members and shit…”
Ugh, the temptation to gossip about what Kevin did to Connor… I bit my lip and looked away.
“Yeah, see?” Matthew replied with a smile, gesturing to me.
“Alright, smart guy, who do you have your eyes on?” I counter-quizzed him.
He shrugged. “I kinda wanna make up with Morgan, but I think we both know that’s not happening,” he admitted. “I have an idea, but I dunno if you’ll get mad at me.”
“Mad at you? Why?” I asked, baffled. “Are you going to go for Taylor or something? Because if you go for that bitch, have fun, but my legs are closed. I don’t wanna get herpes.”
“No, no, like… if you asked, and we’re being honest, I think Kathy is kinda cute,” he admitted.
Oh. I… didn’t consider that. Part of me kind of wanted it not to happen… Kathy was a more conservative type. She didn’t like doing shit outside of a relationship.
“You asked me to be honest!” Matthew said defensively after a few seconds.
I don’t think I asked him that at all, but whatever. “No, it’s not that. Just like, I don’t think Kathy will go for that kind of thing. You know, having sex with a guy outside of a relationship. Plus, I dunno, it might be weird if I’m, like, sharing you with my best friend.”
Matthew took in my words, then shrugged. “Okay, maybe… you can say no if you want, but I dunno, maybe you can put in, like, a word with her, because… y’know, she’s nice… You’re nice too, but like, obviously, y’know, you don’t want me to be your boyfriend or anything. Which is cool, but I’m thinking, like… you tell her I’m a nice guy, and if she goes for it, she goes for it. If she doesn’t, we keep doing this.”
This time I didn’t pretend to think it over. I guess I had no problems with that? This was totally not the direction I was thinking this would go, but… I chuckled. “So you took a picture of my fuckin’ tits and then you tell me you think my friend is hot?”
“I’m allowed to think more than one girl is hot, Robyn,” he protested. “And like, whatever, no one is seeing this picture. Alex isn’t seeing it and even if I do stuff with Kathy, she’s not seeing it either, so like… Whatever. If it’s too weird, just say no. But I dunno, she’s cute too, and maybe I wanna date her.”
“Okay, but if you succeed, we gotta stop. The last thing I’m being is my best friend’s homewrecker.” I shook my head. “This is so fuckin’ weird, Matthew.”
“You like Jordan, so whatever.”
“Jordan isn’t your best friend!”
“Jordan’s nobody’s best friend, Robyn,” he laughed. “You’re gonna get over him soooo fast when you, like, actually talk to him.” He adjusted himself. “So, you’re gonna talk to Kathy for me?”
“I’ve got a better idea,” I told him. “What are you doing at lunch tomorrow?”
***
Matthew and Kathy had their eyes on each other, so I didn’t have to hide my pout. I warned Matthew not to expect anything immediately, and not to be heartbroken if she didn’t show any interest in him at all, but… this was just worse.
They were already getting along great. Like, I didn’t tell Kathy anything about Matthew’s feelings, but you know what she did know? How I did stuff with him, twice. And yet here she was, talking to him, with eye contact and everything, getting along with him like they were long-lost friends or something. Occasionally Matthew would give me a smile like “thanks for introducing us” or “isn’t this going great?” and I’d give this warm little smile, but… I dunno. Something felt weird about all this.
The other girls at the table didn’t really mind that Matthew was there, mostly because he and Kathy had their own thing going. Kevin was here once or twice, and he was a lot more, shall we say, extroverted with the other girls, and that got mixed reviews. At this point, if I was hanging out with him, he was usually calling me over to his table.
Thankfully, Kevin must have sensed how annoyed I was being the third wheel between my bestie and my new friend with benefits, because I heard his voice call out, “Hey, Robyn!” I looked up from my food to see him waving me over.
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I politely smiled at The Happy fuckin’ Couple, telling them, “be right back.” Matthew smiled and nodded. Kathy may as well have not fuckin’ heard me.
I walked over to Kevin, seeing him sitting next to his twin. I couldn’t help but think to myself as I walked over, what was his name again? Fuck… was it something Chinese?
“So,” Kevin began when I got close enough. “Got a weird question for you. What’s like the one thing you’d say about Morgan that stands out?”
Huh? This is what he called me over for? To ask me about one of the Queen Skanks? “Morgan Jones, from chem?” I asked, trying not to make it too obvious I knew her well. Her and her whole bitchy gang.
Kevin nodded. “Yeah, her. And like, not just to you. What’s she, uh… known around the school for?”
I’m sure I looked completely fuckin’ lost, because… well, because I was. Known around the school for…? “Why?”
Kevin gestured to his brother. “I’m trying to prove a point to Quinn here.”
Quinn, right. That’s what his name was. I turned to him and smiled like I totally knew him. Quinn was one of those shy smarties, The Gifted Kids. Kevin was a Giftie too, but he kind of hated the label and tried to distance himself from the group, as if they’d hurt his clout with the Council or something. Honestly, he was probably right. Still, Quinn seemed kinda pure, so I didn’t wanna tell him the truth. Morgan was known around the school for being a stuck-up bitch with huge tits. What, was I gonna tell him that?
I began slowly. “Well, she’s a nice person-”
“Nah nah nah, that’s just filler stuff,” Kevin interrupted. “What do, like, people around the locker rooms say about her?”
Oh wow, okay, he did want me to say the quiet part out loud. What, was he perving on her with his brother? Gross. I expected more from him. “Yeah, okay, her breasts are large,” I conceded, rolling my eyes. Boys. “Was that what you called me over to say?”
Kevin didn’t respond, he was too busy smiling at his brother. His brother was just blushing, not saying anything back. Odd… this didn’t seem like a “let’s gossip about this girls’ boobs” kind of moment. It seemed like… something else.
“Why do you want to know?” I insisted. He couldn’t ignore me forever.
“Hmm? Oh, Quinn’s got some kind of meeting with her,” Kevin replied casually, going back to eating his food.
Quinn. Quinn was meeting…? It’s not like it was unheard of, but a guy like him wouldn’t even want to talk to Morgan, unless…
It clicked. Of course. Quinn. After all, if you’re trying to keep up a secret society around the school but need to constantly communicate, who better to work with than your own brother? I lasered in on him. “What are you meeting with her about?” I asked, trying to communicate through my tone I knew who he was.
Quinn didn’t look at me. “I don’t know,” he replied quietly and awkwardly. “She was the one that asked me to meet with her.”
This was too coincidental. I just found the General. I stared at Quinn. He was weird around people and never said more than a few words – this was the most I’d heard him talk, and I’d seen him around since ninth grade – so of course he would need to hire someone to do the talking. Kevin even said he handled most of the communication-based problems the Hazelwood Underground got.
Without so much as another word, Quinn got up and walked towards Morgan’s little table of skanks, with confidence I’d never seen him possess. He knew I knew. I looked back at Kevin, who was far enough away from the rest of his buddies, and all-too-casually eating his food. I promptly took Quinn’s place.
“It’s Quinn, isn’t it?” I asked him point-blank.
“Actually, I’m Kevin, but I get that a lot,” he replied calmly, giving me a goofy lil’ smile. “Nah, but, what’s Quinn?”
I looked at him earnestly. “The… the g-word…”
Kevin lowered an eyebrow. “I dunno what you’re talking about,” he told me, then went back to his food. “I mean, you’re definitely not bringing up what I think you are…” His voice went quiet. “…In the middle of the fucking cafeteria.”
“No one is paying attention!” I argued.
“It’s the principle!” he argued back. “And I told you, no confirming or denying from this point on. People are just people. Have fun playing your own little guessing game, but leave me out.”
“I want in,” I reiterated.
Kevin laughed. “Just to bang Jordan? God damn Robyn, you’re really doing everything for this one theory to get a boy,” he chided me.
“No, it’s about more than just Jordan. I’m good at this. I figured you out, I figured Jordan out, and I figured Quinn out too.”
Kevin just laughed. “Okay Robyn, okay,” he told me. He saw I wouldn’t stop looking at him and sighed. “Yeah, okay, tell you what. If it will get you off my back and stop you from talking to me in public about this shit, I’ll… I’ll talk to them, okay?? But I can’t guarantee anything. I don’t even know what to tell them you can do.”
“I’m a girl. I have… unique advantages,” I told him slyly.
“Yeah, but you won’t actually just sleep with a boy to get his trust purely because we ask you to,” Kevin laughed to himself. He took another bite of his food, noted my silence, and looked at me to see my unchanged expression. “Wait, you serious?”
I shrugged. “I kind of realized recently that I want to experiment more. And if it means I get in…” I shrugged. “Depends on the boy. If he’s cute enough, win-win.”
Kevin laughed. “The shit people will do for FOMO,” he laughed. “Okay, I’ll, uh, I’ll bring it up. I suppose it’s true, having a woman on board might… help…” He started thinking to himself, going back to munching on his food.
I smirked as I watched him eat. Once again, I outsmarted him. Sure, I meant what I said, but my main goal was to tease a little detail out of him: the Hazelwood Underground was, as I suspected, all boys, and I just got Kevin to confirm that. My search was narrowing down. And now that I had The General figured out, finding the last guy would be a cinch. I was closing in on the Hazelwood Underground, and soon, I would be their newest member. And then Jordan would finally see the girl he’d been looking past all this time, and see there was one girl that knew him, from every angle. After all, he may have been ready to look past most girls, but I was Robyn Cooper. And there was nothing Robyn Cooper couldn’t do.
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