In the Last Chapter…
Robyn decides to confront Kevin with her newfound knowledge of the Hazelwood Underground, and his coyness makes her think it’s not real after all, until Kevin predicts the takedown of a high-profile Student Council member, Connor Marks. Robyn is still having casual sex with her friend Matthew, but Matthew admits he’s interested in dating her friend and Robyn hesitantly sets them up. While they’re talking, she notices Kevin’s brother Quinn is meeting with more popular students, and she realizes Quinn might be the General of the Hazelwood Underground. Determined to get in, she suggests to Kevin that she can offer the Hazelwood Underground her services as a seductress, and he mulls it over…
“I’m serious,” Kevin laughed as we walked home together. “I’m a hundred percent serious.”
I laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “That’s so crazy,” I marveled, strutting beside him. “Did you ever, like, talk to him about it?”
“Oh my God, no,” Kevin replied, looking at me with bug eyes. “What would I even say? ‘Hey Jackson, keep it in the bedroom and not the auditorium’? Nah, I figured it was a one-time thing. But yeah, that guy is way less shy than anyone thinks.”
Kevin and I began to walk home together more and more often. At first I told myself it was because Kathy was becoming less and less available… because she was too busy going out somewhere with Matthew… but I had to admit, Kevin was actually pretty cool.
He never mentioned anything about the group though, and it had been a full week since I cornered him. I followed the rule about never asking him, but my patience was wearing kind of thin. I wanted in, and I didn’t just want to be someone who was ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. I wanted to be in the meetings, I wanted to see all of their faces, and I wanted to be part of the Hazelwood Underground.
“Welp, here we are,” Kevin noted as we came upon my house. We both stopped, looking the house up and down. It wasn’t anything crazy, but I had my own room. Some kids didn’t.
“What’s your house like?” I asked, not looking away from my house.
“Cramped,” he answered immediately. “Small kitchen, small living room, two bedrooms.”
“Two?” I asked, looking at him. “Do your parents sleep in the living room?”
“Nope, they have their own room,” he answered simply.
“Does… Quinn sleep in the living room?”
“Nope, we share a room,” he answered.
“Oh,” I replied simply. Hey, it was just as I said. Some kids didn’t have their own room. “I could never do that,” I honestly admitted.
“Yeah, but it’s not that bad,” Kevin replied casually. “I’m probably the worse one to live with, if I’m being honest. He mostly keeps to himself.”
I couldn’t resist. “Like a good General,” I muttered.
Kevin sighed. “Am I going home now?” he asked, dodging the question.
God damn it. He kept stringing me along for a week now, the least he could do was offer me something. That said, he had his own charming side. I could understand why a guy with his reputation was no virgin, whether that reputation was being a jerk or being gay. I didn’t mind hanging out with him. “Hey, if you want to hang out for a bit, I’m cool with it,” I replied with a slight smile.
Oh wow. That, uh, came across flirtatiously. I blushed slightly, realizing the implications of what I said. Fuck, I was blushing. That made it look worse. Wait, crap, now I was blushing more. “I don’t mean that in a…”
“As friends,” Kevin replied coolly, taking control of the situation. “It’s arright. I getcha. I’m down!”
I sighed thankfully. I was expecting him to try to one-up me or something. I bet Matthew would have tried something. He was kind of manipulative, now that I thought about it. Was it good that he had his sights on Kathy, or was it a bad thing, should I warn her…?
“…Unnnnless you’re not?” Kevin added awkwardly.
I shook my head. “Oh, sorry. I was daydreaming. Uh, yeah, sure,” I admitted. I blushed again. God, I was acting weird lately.
“Something on your mind?”
“No. Yes. Maybe,” I replied as I walked up to the front door. I unlocked it and stepped inside, with Kevin’s silence pressuring me to speak up. “Matthew is getting closer to my best friend and she’s more, like, easily hurt than me, so I’m worrying.”
Kevin nodded, stepping inside, then looked at me thoughtfully. “You set them up, I’m guessing.”
“Kinda? It’s complicated,” I admitted, taking off my shoes.
He didn’t reply to me, though he paused and said “Oh, hello,” while I was taking off my shoes. I quickly stood back up and whirled around to see Serena staring at us.
“Hi,” she said coldly to Kevin, then looked at me. “Another one, huh?”
I blushed. “Zip it, Serena.”
“I’m working with her on a school project,” Kevin coolly lied, then smiled jokingly at her. “Would you like us to keep the door open? We can always work here in the living room next to you.”
Serena never got along with any of my friends, and did the most unexpected thing in response to what Kevin said: she smiled. “I’m good,” she laughed.
“Arright, sounds like a plan,” Kevin laughed, then turned to me and shrugged. I shot Serena one extra little glare and the two of us went upstairs. We quickly got to my room and, with another shrug, Kevin shut the door.
“I don’t think I’ve seen her laugh all month,” I remarked. “How’d you do that?”
“I… said words. I dunno,” Kevin replied.
“You do have a way with them,” I admitted.
“And you can be a lot nicer than I thought you were,” Kevin admitted in turn, sitting on my bed. “It’s nice to see this side of you. No offense, but it’s almost like you thrive on being seen as mean at school.”
“I, uh… bullies,” I replied with a shrug, trying to seem nonchalant. “You know. You form habits.”
“Ah,” Kevin simply said. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I replied, sitting next to him on the bed. “Maybe that’s why I’m so fucking thirsty for the biggest jerk in the school right now. I dunno.”
“Connor, Jordan, Mitchell…?” he asked jokingly, then saw me open my mouth. “Jordan, I know. Just having fun.” He thought to himself for a bit. “You’ve got it that bad for him, huh?”
I sighed, the back of my head hitting the pillow. “I guess,” I replied. “I’m also just enjoying my freedom. I was doing stuff with Matthew, after all, but… I guess that’s over.”
“Want me to keep an eye on him and your friend?” Kevin asked.
“Free of charge?” I asked, almost as a joke.
“Huh? Oh…” Kevin chuckled. “Yeah, of course. It wouldn’t be… it would just be me looking after him. Look, Robyn, I get you’re curious, but I really don’t think it’s a good idea to get so obsessed with this little group.”
I raised my head to look at him. “Little group? It’s the Hazelwood Underground! You took down Connor Marks!”
“Well, I mean, yeah, but… you care about this all just so you can go after Jordan, right?” he insisted. “Maybe you’re barking up the wrong tree. It’s weird to be talking about after a lot of time sworn to secrecy and all that.”
“I’m allowed to be curious, Kevin,” I countered. “I know more than most of the other students do as it is. And…” I paused, smiling mischievously. “I’ve got my eye on Quinn. Your General.”
“So you claim,” he quickly countered. “I still think there are better ways to go after Jordan.”
“Like what?”
“Like…” he trailed off, shrugging yet again. “Did you hear that he’s going to Arin’s party on the weekend? I bet if you were there… who knows?”
I remained silent for a bit before Kevin piped up again. “And who knows, if you let this Hazelwood Underground thing go and let me breathe for a bit, maybe I can tell you how you can crash this party.”
I couldn’t help but look at him with newfound interest.
***
When I got to the party, I was hit with a rush of complete chaos. The sound, the lights, the people… It was enough to make me both flushed with excitement and hesitant to go through with this. I’d attended a couple of parties, sure, but I’d never crashed any. Going to a party you weren’t invited to was so… audacious. Sure, I liked getting what I wanted, but I didn’t want to just butt in to where I didn’t belong.
…Apart from butting into the Hazelwood Underground, I guess, but fuck it, that didn’t count.
I exhaled, walking in, just figuring that people probably didn’t give a shit. If I acted natural, people would see me and just figure I was supposed to be there. Hell, it’s not like there was a list or something.
“Uh, hey Robyn,” Arin, standing right behind the door I walked through, greeted me. “You heard about this, huh?”
I winced. Fuck me. “Uh, I just wanted to ask if it was… cool if I could…”
He slowly grinned. “Honestly, Robyn, I just never took you as the type,” he said smoothly. “Fuck it, come on in. Just as long as you don’t got a posse of twelve other people behind you, we can bend the rules just this once.”
I smiled. “Hey, thanks Arin!”
“On one condition,” he continued, holding his arms out. “C’mere.”
My smile froze in place. Keeping up any enthusiasm I may have showed, I went in for a hug and immediately felt his hands travel down my back. “Ooh, damn,” I heard him murmur as they traveled lower and lower. Once they reached around the bottom of my spine, I gently but firmly broke off the hug.
Arin chuckled. “And you’re in,” he told me confidently. “Enjoy yourself.”
Creep. Was he just guarding the door at this party? Didn’t he have better things to do? Hell, didn’t he have Morgan to yell at or hit or fuck or something? Like always?
Sure enough, I walked away from him and saw one of Morgan’s friends, Crystal, with her eyes following my every move. I rolled my eyes – if this turned into some stupid drama, I swear to God…
I got myself a drink and wandered throughout the party for a bit before my eyes landed on their prize. There was a group of enthused partygoers gathered in the living room, sitting on the couches together, having some kind of deep conversation, and chief among them was a clearly buzzed Jordan. And, jackpot, no one was sitting on the couch space next to him.
I walked up to the group and listened in to their conversation – it was your usual “we’re almost drunk” party conversation, reliving old memories.
“And then Mike comes up, grabs the ball…” Mohammed enthusiastically told the crowd. He made a hand motion. “Swish! Three seconds left on the clock.”
“Did you win?” a girl breathlessly asked.
“Fuck no we didn’t win,” Jordan laughed before taking a hearty drink from his beer. “Thanks to Dickface over here.” He motioned to one of his friends on the other sofa, right next to me, then coincidentally locked eyes with me for a second.
I took full advantage. “Is that spot taken?” I asked, gesturing to the spot next to him.
Jordan looked at it, then shrugged. “Go nuts,” he told me simply, holding the beer bottle top against his teeth. I expected him to go back to his conversation, but his beautiful hazel eyes followed me every step I took to get to the couch. His eyes remained on me after I sat down, and I looked back at him.
I smiled nervously, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “Hey.”
Jordan raised his eyebrows once then took another swig of beer. He smelled like one of those nice light colognes – sandalwood? Grapefruit and moss? All I knew was, it was one of my new favorite scents. His arms were draped across the whole couch, which meant that technically, his arm was over my shoulder. I bit my bottom lip and shifted my legs together, knowing that no one was paying attention to me. They were too focused on the story.
The first time I talked to Jordan, I talked the whole time, and that was my mistake. This time, I just sat there and listened to the story, and whenever the group laughed, I laughed. It wasn’t too hard; Mohammed was doing most of the talking, and he was pretty good at telling a fun story. Mohammed would tell a punchline, and the group would laugh, and I would laugh too, ensuring that every time I did laugh, I’d make sure to look at Jordan for a bit. Sometimes he would look back. It felt like as time went on, he was looking at me more.
“…And when that happened, Jordan disappeared for like, two, three hours,” Mohammed laughed, finishing another story. “He was definitely sneaking off with Marine, that Belgian exchange student chick.”
“Fulla shit,” Jordan laughed, shaking his head with that intoxicating, bad boy smirk.
“Oh okay, so who were ya with?” Mo challenged him. “Because I sure as shit know ya weren’t alone in that hotel room. Everybody could hear, bro. Everyb-”
“Fulla shit,” Jordan repeated, then finished his drink as the rest of the crowd waited for him to explain. “She was French, not Belgian.”
The boys started hooting and hollering on command, though the girls seemed less amused with that one. I didn’t wanna fuck things up, so I laughed along with the boys.
Jordan finished his laugh then wiggled his bottle, signifying its emptiness. Lazily, his eyes turned to me. “Yo… Robyn, right?” he asked. “Wanna get me another?”
I nearly felt a jolt go through me when he mentioned my name. “Uh, yeah, totally, sure,” I nearly stammered, and got up shakily.
One of the boys laughed. “Yeah, get the girl to grab your beers for you. You’re all class, dude.”
“She coulda said no, it’s a free country,” Jordan replied with a voice full of confidence as I walked off towards the kitchen.
“Is she that girl who got her nudes leaked?” one of the boys inquired. I’d already turned the corner at this point, but I couldn’t help but freeze in place.
“Nah, that was Crystal,” another boy clarified. “Y’know, the skinny bitch.”
“The one with the tranny friend?” Mohammed asked.
“Yup!” the boy enthusiastically replied.
“They were old pics too, they were from her sophomore year or something,” another boy added.
“Hot as fuck,” the unmistakeable voice of Jordan pitched in. I shook my head and kept walking. Why the fuck did boys have to be such assholes? Jordan was hot, really hot, but was any boy worth being that much of a dick?
The kitchen was mostly empty, although by sheer coincidence, Crystal was by the sink, getting herself some water. When she heard me enter, she turned around to look at me, and her face fell.
I didn’t care about that anymore. “The boys are saying some shit about you,” I told her before I realized it. “Something about…” I lowered my voice. “…leaked pictures. I just thought you’d want to know.”
Crystal’s face fell further. “Fuck,” she muttered. “I thought they’d be over that shit.”
“Want me to say anything to them?” I offered.
She stared at me for a bit. “I’m good…” she slowly replied. “Uh, thanks. I didn’t think I’d see you here.”
I shrugged. “I came for Jordan, but I think I’m regretting that now.”
“Jordan? It, like, looked like you came for Arin. No offense,” Crystal replied.
“No, I just crashed the party and Arin was all like, ‘where’s my hug?’”
Crystal scoffed. “I’m not surprised,” she admitted. “Uh, thanks for telling me.” She eyed my empty beer. “Want another? I haven’t opened mine. I think maybe I should, like, stay sober tonight.”
She reached her beer outwards, offering it to me. I kind of didn’t want to get Jordan his beer anymore, but didn’t know how to turn her down, so I awkwardly took it. “Uh, thanks,” I told her. She gave me a half-smile and walked off, hopefully to tell off some boy. I stood there and looked at the beer she gave me, a dark cloud looming over my face. With newfound energy, I walked back towards the living room, shaking the beer as I went.
Jordan wanted another beer, huh? I’d give him another fucking beer. I’d give it to him all over his face. It’s what he deserved. I marched right back up to the group and got in front of Jordan. “Hey Jordan,” I told him determinedly, moving my hand to pop the tag off the beer.
Jordan eyed me, then the beer. With lightning-quick reflexes, he nabbed the beer out from my hand. “I got it, I can open my beers myself,” he told me. God dammit. “Thanks,” he added, then opened the beer, which started to fizz and bubble out of the can.
The group cheered as his eyes widened and he started to chug the beer flowing out from the can. “Drink, drink, drink!” the friends jokingly cheered.
Jordan chugged about half of the beer in one go, with his face coming up alongside an audible satisfied sigh of “ahh!” as the friends laughed. I was still standing in front of him. Jordan joined in with his friends until they died down, then his hazel eyes landed on me. “You can sit down if you want,” he told me as if it was obvious.
My face definitely soured. “No thanks,” I told him flatly, and walked away.
I vaguely heard him chuckle and add, “Alright, cool,” as I walked away. He was supposed to look like a complete idiot, and here he was, looking cooler than ever. I walked back to the now empty kitchen and closed my eyes, letting my back hit the wall.
God, I was stupid around boys. Matthew was clueless and possibly being really irresponsible with my best friend. Jordan was… I mean, I guess I knew he was a douche before, but now I could feel that he was a douche. Of all the boys I was around lately, Kevin was the nice guy, and that wasn’t exactly a high bar. Maybe I shouldn’t have broken up with Ben, maybe I should have been happy with a cute dumb boy that couldn’t please me. It was better than what was going on right now.
I don’t know how long I stayed standing against the wall like that, but eventually, someone broke me out of my trance by walking into the kitchen. I didn’t recognize her, and smiled politely before she grabbed a beer and walked back out. I looked around for a bit, and couldn’t resist peeking back into the living room. It seemed like the group decided to break up and mingle, because only two or three people were left.
“Looking for something?” Jordan’s voice asked from behind me. I jumped, and turned around with lightning speed, blushing profusely.
My heart beat fast as I looked up at him. He was leaning against the wall, with his arms folded. God, he looked so fucking hot. His arms, his chest, the way he filled out that light jacket perfectly… No. I couldn’t. I had to stand up to him.
“You and your friends were dicks back there,” I told him, pre-emptively feeling my heart break. “You shouldn’t have been talking about Crystal’s nudes like that.”
He stared at me for a bit. “And?”
“And? And nothing! Would it kill you to think about a girl’s feelings for once?” I protested, feeling myself get red in the face.
Jordan chuckled, looking at me. “Okay,” he simply told me. “Were you looking for me?”
“Actually, kind of,” I told him. “You know that beer I got you? I was going to – I was totally going to shoot it off in your face.”
Jordan’s look turned to slight confusion. “But you didn’t.”
“Yeah, because you grabbed it before I could. And you know what, Jordan? Something tells me you knew I was going to. That’s why you grabbed it so quickly. I think you actually know how much of an asshole you are, so you-”
“Alright, look,” Jordan interrupted me with an eye roll. “If you need to talk, let’s just go somewhere private.” He got up from leaning against the wall and, before I could protest, had his hand up against my back.
Fuck, his touch was electric. His hand radiated warmth, and felt so good on my back. Just one simple touch was enough to make me go all tongue-tied and for the little devil to pop back into my mind. “Do you really want to fuck this up?” the devil asked.
I kept my mouth shut and moved with him. I didn’t tell him to fuck off, but I didn’t tell him yes either, and that was… better than just saying yes and letting him win. Wordlessly, I let him lead me around the house, his hand at my back the whole time, until he found Arin.
Jordan’s hand left my back as he walked, with pure confidence, up to Arin. He gave a hand gesture to Arin and Arin replied something, drowned out by the crowd. Fuck, I forgot. Jordan was Prettyboy. A member of the Hazelwood Underground. It wasn’t my imagination; he could get anything he wanted from the school’s elite. Jordan walked back over to me and led me down the hall until we found some sort of room. He entered and guided me inside, turning on the light and shutting the door behind him.
It was some kind of study, with an older computer and a couch in it. It was a small room, but it was big enough to talk. Once again, he leaned against the wall. “Go ahead, talk.”
“I’m just asking you to… to… Crystal looked really upset that she’s getting her nudes shared around the whole school,” I told him, with a weaker tone than before.
He shrugged. “I didn’t share ‘em. I saw ‘em, but so did half the guys in our grade. Why are you only angry at me?”
I blushed. Fuck, he wasn’t making this easy. “I just think… your comment was out of line. Like, you think it’s particularly hot if her pictures are from sophomore year?? Gross, dude!”
Jordan laugh-scoffed. “Mo’s dating a ninth grader, Robyn,” he told me. “It’s like three years. Big deal.”
“It is a big deal!” I insisted. “Like, you’re literally adults! The difference between fourteen and eighteen is-”
Jordan’s eye-roll by itself had the power to interrupt me. “Hypocrite.”
“What did you just say?” I asked angrily.
Jordan pushed himself off the wall again and walked up to me. I backed away, sitting down on the couch. “I said you’re a hypocrite,” he replied with an almost new voice. “Mo said plain as day that I snuck off with Marine, that Frenchie from ninth grade. Some of the girls weren’t too happy with it. But guess who was sitting right beside me, laughing along with the boys, looking at me and shit to make sure I saw you laughing.”
I gulped. Wait, did Mohammed say she was in ninth grade? I didn’t hear that part.
Jordan kept getting closer. “Tell you what. If you think it’s gross, leave the room. We’re done here. But then you gotta avoid Mo, you gotta avoid Arin, and you sure gotta avoid Matthew.”
“Matthew?” I squeaked.
Jordan smiled almost evilly. “If you think I’m bad, shit…” He turned away and shook his head, smirking. “With Matthew, the younger the better. Some people are freaks in Hazelwood. I seen you two talking.”
Fuck. I hated this. “I… set my best friend up with Matthew…”
“Okay,” he replied simply. “So what, you still only gonna blame me? Seniors and freshmen get it on all the time. If you’re angry with me, you’re angry with basic history. And if you’re angry with just me, then it isn’t about ninth graders, it’s about… something else.”
My skin was getting hotter. “S-something else?”
“Something else,” he repeated. His hand reached forward, steadily reaching the side of my neck. His touch was as electric as ever, but this time, it didn’t feel innocent. Some boys… hell, all other boys weren’t willing to just reach forward like that. They’d hesitate, or pull back like it was a joke. But Jordan was confident. Bold. His strong hand caressed the side of my neck, making a little whimper escape from my mouth. His wrist curved as his hand traveled up, until his fingertips reached below my chin, with his fingertips falling off one by one as he retracted his hand. “So, do we still have a problem?” he asked, his voice powerful.
My eyes fluttered, but my sense of justice didn’t. “It was… still… unfair of you guys…” I managed. “She didn’t want her nudes leaked.”
Jordan didn’t get angry that I wasn’t won over. In fact, he smiled. “Did I leak them, Robyn?”
“No, but you shouldn’t be supporting this,” I argued.
His eyebrows shot up and his other hand took the hem of my shirt, his fingertips playing with it. “So what do you want me to do about that?”
My eyes focused in remembrance. Hazelwood Underground. Maybe he was legitimately asking. “Well, since she wasn’t okay with this… maybe… they could suddenly disappear? Someone big and important could tell them to stop spreading them around?”
Jordan’s smile widened. He chuckled. “You’re switching strategies,” he noted. “You’re going from insulting me to complimenting me. It makes a guy kind of confused, Robyn. You can’t play with my feelings like this.” One of his fingers slipped under my shirt and gently touched along my bare abdomen.
It was like a drug. I could feel myself slowly losing access to my own thoughts. Holy shit. “If you… do something… about this…”
Jordan raised my shirt slightly, allowing both hands to slip under my shirt. “If I magically stop them sharing those nudes around…” he inferred.
“I’ll… be… grateful… to you…” I managed.
Jordan’s smile was big, his tongue flicking around his smiling open mouth. “Mmm, tempting,” he said seductively. He took my hand in his and guided it down to his crotch, pressing my hand against it then leaving it there.
Fuck, he was hung. And hard, and throbbing. I wanted to retract my hand, but it just remained there while my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. Jordan arched his back, leaning behind him to lock the door without his feet leaving their position. With a slight grunt, he came back to his original position as my hand began to rub his cock imprint up and down. “So you do something for me, I do something for your friend,” he told me huskily.
I nodded dumbly, my eyes never leaving the outline of his cock in his pants. Fuck, there was no way he was this hard as he walked. He would never have been able to stand up and walk around like this.
“And we won’t have a problem anymore, will we?” Jordan asked, his smile ever-present on his face.
I shook my head no.
“Use your words, Robyn.”
“No,” I said with a dry voice. “We won’t have a problem.”
He reached forwards and began to undo his button, then his fly. He lowered his pants, with nothing but his boxers between me and his hard thick throbbing dick. This wasn’t like it was with Matthew. With Matthew, even when he was being dominant, it was like a conversation. I would lead, and we both knew what was happening before it happened. I’d invite him over with us both knowing this would be happening.
But here, now, with Jordan, it was so different. I never in a million years thought this would be happening, nor happening this way. And I sure as hell didn’t expect him to say what he would say next.
“And when you think about it, is it really that bad if a ninth grader that totally wants this gets to have it too?” he quizzed me, as if I already knew the answer. My heart was thump-thump-thumping. Of course it was wrong. The age gap. The power dynamic. The way he could take advantage of her inexperience and make her do things she’d regret.
“Is it wrong, Robyn?” he asked again.
“No,” my dry voice met my ears. “No, it’s not wrong.” I sued the last remaining functional brain cells to add, “But you will stop them from sharing those-”
“Shh,” he coaxed. “I’ll do it. Now shut up.” He hooked his thumbs into his boxers and held the brim ahead of him, and the first inch of his shaft became visible to me.
I moaned at the sight, and even the smell, of his emerging cock. He smiled at my reaction. “Is this wrong, Robyn?”
“Fuck no,” I breathed, transfixed.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked.
I nodded dumbly.
“Words,” he reminded me.
“It feels really good,” I panted as his boxers slid lower and lower. Eventually, his cock sprang into view, throbbing eagerly. Fuck, it was veiny and beautiful. This wasn’t like with Matthew at all. This felt different. It felt like all I wanted. Matthew looked like an amateur by comparison. I reached forward and grabbed his shaft, wrapping my hand over it and beginning to jack it off.
Jordan grunted. “That’s a good girl,” he told me quietly, and I couldn’t help moaning in response. The loud music of the party was drowned out by the pure emotions in the room. Lust. Animal lust. Without even thinking, I got on my knees, leaned in, and held his cock high with my hand. Needily, I licked his cock from base to tip, and felt his hands settle on the back of my head.
“Fuck,” he moaned, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out his phone.
Even in my fuzzy headspace, alarm bells went off. Jordan could talk me into anything, and I may have wanted this badly, but I did not want pictures. Doing my best to swallow any nervousness, I smiled convincingly and wagged my finger. “Not this time,” I told him. “I want my first time blowing you to be just us. Let me get used to this before we take pictures.”
I figured telling him no would just make him protest and do it anyway, and I bet I was correct. Luckily, I was correct about this too; my permission for him to take pictures next time made him smile and concede. “Alright,” he simply said, putting his phone back away. “Next time,” he added authoritatively.
That was future Robyn’s problem. I bit my lip and refocused on the cock in front of me, and took in how it felt, how it looked, and how it smelled. I leaned in and re-examined how it tasted too – it was perfect in every way. “Fuck,” I muttered, then went in with my mouth open, ready to give him the royal treatment.
I wasn’t used to throating cocks quite as big as his, but I put my practice to good use. He also did half of the work, using his hands on the back of my head and his thrusting hips to fuck my mouth. As if I should have expected Jordan to be anything but forceful, he went at a pace that I was barely able to match. It took all of my concentration to go at his pace and not gag… it made me incredibly wet. I loved being used by him. I had Jordan fucking Miller’s cock in my mouth, after he wouldn’t even give me the time of day at the beginning of this party. And he was making a promise to me. This was just a win-win.
“What do you think?” Jordan asked, as if he knew that I was under his spell. “How’s it taste?”
He let me take my mouth off of it long enough for me to moan, “Good. Really good,” with drool dripping down my chin. I was jacking him off furiously as I spoke, as if he needed to be serviced constantly. And he did need that.
“But I guess you think that maybe I shouldn’t be letting some girls do this, huh?” he asked with a hint of mock disappointment.
“No, you should,” I moaned back. God, what the fuck was wrong with me? “Fuck what I was saying, Jordan. If girls want to suck this cock, they totally should.”
Jordan chuckled. “Wow, Robyn,” he replied, then paused, wincing in pleasure as I jacked him off. “…Even freshman girls? What if they ask me for it?”
God, my thoughts were doing battle. I wanted my good side to win. I desperately wanted it. I desperately wanted… I… I wanted his cock more. “If… if they ask you for it, and they clearly want it, and you’re respectful about i-”
“Too many words,” Jordan chastised me. His cock bobbed and throbbed before me. “Yes or no.”
“Yes,” I whimpered quietly.
“Yes or no, Robyn!”
“Yes!” I moaned. “This huge beautiful fucking cock should be allowed to fuck any girl it wants. Twelfth grade, ninth grade…” I blushed. “…Even if she has a boyfriend.”
Jordan smiled really big. “Ooh, nice,” he chuckled. “Keep sucking.”
I blushed profusely, my shame only growing as I realized I missed the feeling of his cock in my mouth. What was wrong with me? I never would have said these things. Jordan just wanted me to say them to satisfy his own sick urges. And it was making me ridiculously wet.
“Fuck, your mouth is good,” he moaned, quickening his pace. “I might… I might lose it soon…”
Fuck yes. I wanted him to shoot his load into my mouth. I didn’t care what I had to say, or what I had to do. I’d do it. I was happy to do anything for him, even to embarrass myself for him. Fuck it, that just made it even hotter. I let him use my mouth like it was his personal fleshlight, until he gave me a telltale grunt and held my mouth in place, firing rope after rope of thick hot cum into my mouth.
I relaxed my muscles, trying to prevent myself from choking as he held me in place. Tears were running down my face, but I didn’t choke, or cough, or anything. Eventually, he released his grip, and I let some of the cum go down my throat, trying to ignore the taste, and catch my breath through my nose at the same time.
“Hey, swallow it,” Jordan commanded breathlessly yet with an annoyed tone.
God, he was a prick. I was so fucking wet for him. I didn’t respond with words, but worked to regain my breath and swallow the generous load he’d deposited into my mouth, bit by bit. Eventually, with my mouth empty, I opened my mouth to show him that I was a good girl and swallowed it all.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted, even as he pulled his boxers back up. “We should definitely do this more.” He put his pants back up, then pulled out his phone quickly as if he was checking something, then stuffed it back into his jacket pocket. “You got a talented mouth, Robyn,” he told me, unlocking the door. “I’m gonna go back to the party.”
“Are you going to uphold your end of the deal?” I blurted out nervously. It was throwing me off that he was willing to leave that soon after I sucked him off. I knew he wasn’t going to exactly return the favor, but this level of quickness threw me for a loop.
“I keep my promises,” he told me simply, then opened the door even though I still hold tears, drool, and cum on my face. “Later!” he threw behind him as he walked out and shut the door behind him.
Ugh. Maybe there shouldn’t be a next time, I thought to myself while wiping my cheeks on a nearby couch pillow. The texture sucked, but it got the stuff off of my face without soiling my clothes. I couldn’t believe that just happened. I couldn’t believe I said half the things I said. But more importantly, I couldn’t believe that I just got to blow Jordan Miller, my dream boy, and he heavily hinted he wanted to do it again. I’d need to find another excuse for him not to take pictures, but again, that was future Robyn’s problem.
I wasn’t fooling myself. This wasn’t going to be the last time I’d blow him. I wanted to be high and mighty about it, but I needed to be realistic. If he managed to make me… I shivered… If he managed to make me say that his cock deserves ninth graders’ mouths on it, he was definitely capable of making me do more.
But still, I made him promise to do something good. So maybe this was the best case scenario…? I was keeping him away from other girls and I was making him do good deeds, and using his position in the Hazelwood Underground for good. That at least counted for something. It didn’t change the fact that I felt… guilty for doing what I did. I knew I slept around with guys a bit, but blowing Jordan in particular after the fact kind of made me feel like a cheap whore. I didn’t want to be known that Jordan pushed me around, but…
I smiled in thought as I got up off my knees. Maybe there was a way I could actually turn this around. Maybe, just maybe, I could use this to my advantage.
***
I closed the door to my bedroom and whipped around, leaning back against it, folding my arms and smiling smugly. “I think I just proved something,” I told Kevin.
“And what might that be?” Kevin inquired.
“Didn’t Jordan tell you?” I asked, then paused. Kevin furrowed his brow in thought, but didn’t say anything. “First of all, thanks for the party tip. I got in, and I got to mingle with Jordan a little.”
“Hey, nice!” Kevin replied hesitantly. “I don’t know if that proves… much, but-”
I shushed him. “I got to mingle with Jordan a lot,” I continued, looking at him meaningfully. “Look, keep it to yourself – I mean that – but stuff happened. We did some stuff. You know.”
Kevin’s expression only darkened. “Um, was he okay to you?” he asked worriedly.
It was actually kind of sweet that that was his first reaction, especially since… all things considered, no, Jordan really wasn’t. Nevertheless, I smiled and waved him off. “I had him wrapped around my finger,” I lied.
Kevin lowered an eyebrow. “You had Jordan Miller wrapped around your finger?” he asked me with an unimpressed incredulity, like I just told him I proved the Earth was flat.
I laughed nervously. “Well, I had him where I wanted him,” I told him. “We… did some stuff. Beyond kissing, but not all the way.”
“Hey, you know what, kudos,” Kevin told me, slowly nodding. “You wanted him, you got him, I’m happy for ya. I just hope he treats you right and all that.”
I smiled, and quickly, it turned devilish. “I told you that I could get with a boy to earn his trust. I hope this shows you that I’m not all talk.”
Kevin chuckled, now shaking his head. “Yeah, and I’m sure that’s the only reason you went after him,” he joked. “I believed you, you know. I still haven’t talked to them yet. I guess this means Jordan won’t need any convincing, but this could also bias him against you joining for that. Like, what if he wants you all to himself?”
My expression turned confused. “Well, that would make him a possessive hypocrite, wouldn’t it? I mean, he likes girls in relationships.”
“Yeah. Yeah it would,” Kevin agreed, then smiled condescendingly. “How very out-of-character for him that would be, am I right?”
I rolled my eyes, but I knew he was right. “Whatever.”
“You’re really not going to let this Hazelwood Underground thing go, are you?” Kevin asked.
I smiled and shook my head no. “Sure won’t!”
Kevin grunted, but didn’t stop smiling. “Then I guess I’ll have to bring you up sooner or later.”
***
The Hawks scored another point, and the crowd went mild, as usual. There were a few cheers, but most of the students in the bleachers were still wrapped up in their conversations, and no one was more wrapped up in their own little world than Kathy and Matthew.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Since Matthew arrived, Kathy had maybe said two whole sentences to me, maximum. It was like as soon as her new boyfriend (they made it official) had arrived, I just stopped existing. Even worse than that, it was like I was getting ignored from both ends. It wasn’t like Kathy didn’t know that Matthew and I had fooled around recently, but neither one of them thought it was weird that Matthew went from fooling around with me to basically ignoring me for my best friend in the space of a week or so? Yeah, okay.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Jordan said about Matthew. Was he lying to me? Then again, why would he? He had nothing to gain by lying. And Matthew liked to play the dumb idiot, but he was kind of cunning. I could easily see a creep adopting the same kind of attitude. Fuck, when Matthew and I started fooling around again, he apporached me and asked me pretty directly, even if shyly. It was dorky, but that was the kind of dorky that any ninth grader would totally fall for, wasn’t it?
This game wasn’t as popular. Only half of the Student Council crowd was here, and unusually, Kevin was nowhere to be found. I was kind of bummed – especially since Kathy was kind of busy these days, Kevin kind of became my new best friend. We didn’t have all that much in common, but we hung out together, and he was also the only friend I had that both made a good impression on Serena and even met my parents. Go figure, he charmed them too. They quickly accepted we weren’t dating, but pretty explicitly hinted that maybe I should date a “nice boy” like him. If only they knew who I was going for.
As if on cue, that was when I noticed Jordan arrive. As usual, he was surrounded by a few of his basketball buddies, and they quickly found their own area to sit in the bleachers. Even from far away, it was clear they were there to make fun of the football team, and they were not being subtle about it. Even when the Hawks got their next field goal, the basketball bros didn’t cheer or anything, and they were actively paying attention to the game.
I kind of felt bad for the team, and for Ben in particular. I made sure to cheer extra loud when they got any points, secretly hoping that the bros on my left or the happy couple on my right would notice me. Eventually I found myself actually paying attention to the game, and shortly after I felt someone sit next to me. I turned to see my favorite pair of eyes in the world looking right at me.
“Hey Jordan,” I said in a highish voice. Fuck, I was easy.
“I got something to show you,” he told me, getting up. “Wanna follow me?”
“Um…” I hesitated. I looked to my right to see, sure enough, the happy couple were still in their own little world. “W-what is it?”
“Follow me,” he repeated, walking off the bleachers. I quietly got up and started to follow him, my heart thump-thump-thumping again. I was nervous, but also… he was noticing me. He was talking to me. This was everything I wanted. Even if this was about the party, or even the Hazelwood Underground – maybe Kevin had that meeting after all – Jordan Miller wanted to talk to me.
He took the same path I had followed weeks before, to the shed, and walked inside. Fuck, it was totally going to be about the Hazelwood Underground. I got in after him, and he closed the door.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. “So, w-what did you want to talk about, Jordan?” I asked.
Jordan gave a little cocky smile. “Just wanted to have some fun,” he admitted, loosening his belt. “What do you say?”
Oh. A mix of hesitation and butterflies concocted in my stomach. “J-just like that? No warning, no… foreplay?” I almost joked.
“I’d say I’m pretty ready to go,” he told me, taking me hand and putting it on his crotch. He was almost fully hard. Fuck, how did he walk so freely with this thing ready to go…?
“I… I dunno…” I replied hesitantly.
“Oh hey,” he added, snapping his fingers as if he just remembered something. “I told my buddies to get rid of the pics of Crystal they had. I watched them delete ‘em too. I told them some lie about how she was with me when she took ‘em, and, y’know, bros before hoes.” He shrugged. “Now all that’s left is to tell Mitchell to cool it with the pictures and keep them to himself, but that sounds like a lot of drama.” He undid his fly. “And I don’t like involving myself in drama, it’s kind of a headache. If I’m gonna do that, I want there to be something in it for me, you know?” He took his rock-hard cock out of his boxers, and gave me an expectant look.
So this was going to become a regular thing with him, huh? At least the lighting in here meant he couldn’t take any good pictures even if he wanted to. My heart beat faster as my eyes rested on his exposed cock. God damn. In the fuckin’ shed too. “So if I suck it, you’ll make sure that-”
“You talk too much,” he laughed. “Do we have a deal?”
A rush of adrenaline surged through me. “Alright, Prettyboy, we have a deal,” I told him with a determined look of my own.
I expected to finally have the upper hand on him, but he only grinned. “Great,” he told me. “Get sucking.” He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees.
He wasn’t even shocked. Almost like he expected this. I guess Kevin was a man of his word. I could only hope Jordan would be the same way. I wasn’t even doing this for myself, or even for Crystal. What was I even doing, was I trying to fix Jordan? Making him better? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I was on my knees in the god damn equipment shed sucking Jordan’s beautiful thick cock, and feeling shamefully content to be his little blowjob slut.
But hey, this was necessary. I wanted to experiment more anyways, and plus, this was getting me closer and closer to the members of the Hazelwood Underground, not to mention getting me a pretty direct line to the boy I wanted. And Robyn Cooper always got what she-
Jordan grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my throat. “Fuck, I needed this,” he groaned. “You got such a cute mouth, Robyn. We need to do this more often. Fuuuuuck…”
I moaned in agreement, already feeling the tears coming to my eyes. Fuck, I hated how good this felt. Whether I was getting closer to the Hazelwood Underground or not, Jordan was going to be harder to handle than I thought… and not just because of his attitude, but because of how I could barely find the will to say no to him. This could have been the start of something very dangerous.
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