Double trouble
Chapter 1
We congregate in the "quad" – the paved area outside school, so called because of its shape– and study the selection laid out before us. Blazers over developed– and still developing breasts, bags over slender shoulders.
"Um..." Riley's eyes settle on a target. "Alice Brandon. I don't believe you've done her?"
"Hell yeah. Squealer," I sigh in boredom. 'Cos truth be told I am bored. There's no challenge anymore, no thrill of the chase. They eat out of my hand. It's a bit embarassing. I'm begging for something new; I need more material to work with.
"Well, shit! I still can't believe you broke what's- her- name in?"
"Angela? Yeah, she was actually kinda sweet. Like taking candy from a baby!" I brag. I am the famous stud– or man whore, depending who you ask, of St. Paul's sixth form. And proud.
"Rachel?" He stares at the red- head with wild hoops of curls down her back."
" Best blow job ever."
He bows down to me. "I give up"
We go off to Maths when the bell rings. We're waiting outside the classroom when Mr Taylor walks by with surely the most beautiful girl ever to grace the corridors here. Hang on-there's two of them!
"Riley, am I high?"
"Huh? I don't think so..?"
"So are you seeing two of those sweet things right now too?"
Riley finally notices the fitties in question. "Fucking hell!"
It's like God has bumped my prayers to the front of the queue. Two-fold! Twins!
"Fucking hell is right, my friend"
We follow as discreetly as possible behind the newbies and Mr Taylor, trying to attain as much information as possible. They look good from behind too–not Mr Taylor, obviously. Don't be sick!
"So, this is the Math department," Mr Taylor motions around the room. I will let you get to your classes. Glad to have you join us here at St. Paul's. Bella, Bambi..."
"Did you hear that shit?" I ask Riley as we turn back towards our own Maths lesson. "Bella and Bambi. They sound like a fucking Disney special! Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this..."