Jeff

I woke up the next morning to the sound of Cooper crying. I groaned and tried to ignore the sound. Cooper rarely cried that much, and when he did, he never did it for very long. He was a good baby like that.

I felt James pull me even closer to him. His morning wood poked me right in the stomach, making my breath get stuck right in my throat. I opened my eyes to look at him and saw that he was still fast asleep. The whole poking me with his boner thing probably wasn't intentional.

I closed my eyes again and memories about last night filled my head. That was what my first time SHOULD have been like. I should have lost my virginity to James. He would have been the perfect guy to lose it to. But because of Matt, that wasn't what happened. Matt was my first and no matter how hard I tried to erase the memory of that, he would always be my first. I bit my lip and wandered where he was and what he would say if he found out about me and James. He would call you a slut, a voice in the back of my head told me. He would call you a filthy, dirty slut and he would punish you for that.

That thought made me tremble. The bruises Matt gave me from the last time I had seen him were just starting to really fade away and the marks made by the whip he had used could still be seen perfectly all along my back. Mark had told me that as many times as Matt had lashed me that night, I could scars for a very long time. And I'll have more if he ever gets his hands on me again, I thought fearfully. But I'll be lucky if I only escape with scars...he finds out I fucked James and he might KILL me.

My thoughts were interrupted by Annabelle coming into the room. She was holding Cooper with one hand and trying to button her blouse with the other. "Guys get up," she ordered. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry."

I sat up and looked at James, who was still snoring away. "I don't think he wants to get up," I said, pretty much stating the obvious.

Annabelle just rolled her eyes. "Of course he doesn't. Look just try to get him up while I finish getting dressed. If he's not up by then I'm gonna dump a bucket of water over him." She walked back out of the room, now trying to get Cooper to let go of the handful of her hair that he had in his hand.

I sighed and began trying to shake James awake. "James? James wake up. We have to get up."

"No," he mumbled sleepily. "We sleep in."

I just kept shaking him. "We have school today," I reminded him. "Remember?"

He groaned. "Fuck school. School sucks."

"I know, but Annabelle said she would dump a bucket of water on you if you didn't get up."

That made him open his eyes. "Son of a bitch," he muttered. He sat up and scratched his head, messing up his hair even more. "She'll do it too." He smirked. "Well since we're running so low on time, I think it would just be best if we showered together. That way we save time and water."

I giggled. I doubted very much that saving water and time was the reason he wanted to get into the shower with me, but that was beside the point.

He took my giggle as a yes and quickly got out of bed. "We're gonna have to hurry though," he told me as he grabbed us some clothes. "Annabelle won't be afraid to get a bucket of ice water and throw it on us while we're in there."

I didn't like the sound of that so I quickly jumped out of bed and followed him to the bathroom. We were in the shower in record time, but I almost slipped and fell as I was pushed up against the shower wall by a very eager James. Before I could regain my balance on my own, James had his strong hands on my waist and was kissing me for all I was worth. I kissed back as best as I could, but my whole body was turning to putty every time he touched me, and that included my lips. "James," I gasped while I tried to get the air back in my lungs. "James..." I couldn't even say anything but his name. That was the only coherent thought in my head.

James just chuckled and wet his fingers with the water raining down on us. "I like it when you say my name like that," he told me. "It's so fucking hot." He quickly took one of the fingers he had just gotten wet and slipped it inside of me. I gasped harshly, still sore from last night. "Relax," James said. "I've got you." He began fingering me slowly, waiting until I was completely relaxed before adding another finger. He stretched me out as much as he could while kissing my neck, poking my prostate every now and then. I was soon moaning and grinding up against him, begging for more. "You sure you're ready?" he asked.

I could only nod in response. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he removed his fingers and lifted one of my legs up so he could bury his dick deep inside of me. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder. There was some slight pain still, but that was quickly being buried by the pleasure. I lifted my other leg up and wrapped it around his waist just as he pulled on my hair just enough to make me look at him. We kissed again, barely hearing the knock on the bathroom door. If that's Annabelle, I hope she can wait, I thought to myself as I rested my head back against the shower wall while James attacked my neck with kisses. I...I....oh fuck...

I let out a loud moan as James changed the angle of his thrusts. He was hitting my prostate with each and every thrust and the pleasure that was building up within me was starting to drive me crazy. "James!" I whined as he avoided touching my aching cock. "Please!"

"Please what?" he asked, his eyes twinkling mischieviously.

"Touch me," I begged. "Please, I wanna cum."

"I can tell." James ran his calloused hand gently over my length, making my limbs go weak. I whined in frustration as he didn't touch it again and instead nipped on my ear. "Touch yourself for me," he whispered. "I want to watch you do it."

I whimpered again. I wanted him to touch it, but I was so desperate to cum that I grabbed a hold of my dick and stroked it as fast as I could. This egged James on to thrust even harder and faster than before, and it was a matter of seconds before we both went over the edge at the same time.

Before we got to even begin basking in the afterglow of our orgasms, the bathroom door was opened violently. The next thing I knew, buckets of freezing cold water were being thrown at us. "Alright, party's over!" Glenn said loudly. He and Annabelle were the ones that had thrown the water at them. "Break it up before I chokeslam the both of you."

"Yeah," Annabelle said, hiding behind Glenn while trying to act like she wasn't giggling at the fact that James was cursing about the cold water getting all over his ass. "I was SUPPOSED to be making out with Dave right now, but I'm not because you two--"

"Ahs goose goose!" James growled, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Glenn asked.

"I don't know yet," James snapped. He grabbed two towels and tossed one of them at me. "I'll tell you that when I figure it out." He dried himself off and got dressed. I was trying to do the same thing but I was also trying to hide behind the flimsy shower curtain so Annabelle and Glenn couldn't see me all exposed. I was just self conscious like that.

"So where's Mark?" James asked.

"He's not coming to school today," Glenn replied.

James frowned. "What? That mother fucker gets to play hooky--"

"He's not doing it to play hooky," Glenn said quickly. "There's just uh...well uh...let's just say he's busy."

"Busy with what?" I asked innocently as I stepped out of the shower fully dressed.

"Nothing," Annabelle and Glenn said at the same time. They suddenly seemed really nervous about something.

James rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand. "Forget about it," he told me. "It's probably nothing to worry about."

"Okay," I said, letting him lead me out of the room. For some strange reason though, I couldn't shake the nasty feeling that was forming in the pit of my stomach.

....

Mark

"Have you lost your fucking mind? Really, has Lawson turned you into a complete idiot? First you kidnapped two of your classmates and brought them here and then let Lawson completely slaugter one in my basement while you kept the other one as a human sex toy. And now you brought Lawson's fuck toy's--"

"You know, I can tell James what you just called Jeff," I snapped at Bearer. It was eight in the fucking morning and I did not appreciate getting yelled this early in the morning. "I would love to see him snap your fat neck."

Paul glared at me while shaking his head. "You kidnapped Jeff's aunt. Fucking Kelsey Hardy is in our damn basement now!"

"I didn't know who she was when I snatched the bitch from the airport last night!" I reminded him. I had said that about a thousand times and I was not getting listened to. It was very frustrating.

Paul just kept shaking his head. "What the hell is James going to tell that boy? Someone is going to have to tell him something about Matt eventually, and his aunt just can't go missing on him. He's going to start asking too many questions."

"Well what am I supposed to do?" I asked. "She saw my face last night. If I let her go and she runs into me again, I'm fucked three ways to Sunday."

"You shouldn't have let her se--"

"I didn't let her do it! I got kicked in the nuts with a really pointy high heel! You try thinking straight when it feels like your balls just got split in half!"

Paul pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well you need to figure out what to do with her and you need to do it fast. You can't keep her here. It's bad enough that the blonde whore you have in your room is still breathing."

"Dude, it's not fucking rocket science," I snapped impatiently. "I'll call James, make sure he knows what's going on--"

"Seeing as how Glenn already knows about this, James and Annabelle are going to know soon enough," Paul reminded me.

"Whatever. Look, I'll get James over here and then we'll take care of the bitch. You have nothing to worry about." I stormed out of the room before the fat bastard had a chance to say anything else about the matter. I knew that James would have no problem in getting rid of Kelsey, mainly because if she were to return, it would pose a problem for him and Jeff. There was no way she would allow the two of them to be together as much as they obviously wanted to be. In fact, if she would to end up having any sort of one on one time with James, she would probably do all she could to make sure he never got near Jeff again. He had a tendency to rub a lot of adults the wrong way. But if Kelsey turned up dead, it would be easier for him in the long run. And if I made his life easier, mine would be easier as well.

So that settles it then, I said to myself as I went up to my room to watch TV. The bitch is gonna go. That should be all kinds of fun.

....

Jeff

When James, Annabelle, Glenn and I got to school, we were hit by big news: Zack Ryder and Rosa Mendes had been murdered last night. Their mutilated bodies were found in a dumpster. I hadn't even known that they were people at my school, so the news didn't affect me like it did some people. James was also unaffected by it, so he obviously didn't know them either. But for some reason, both Glenn and Annabelle kept giving him these really weird looks. He acted like he didn't see them, but I know he did. The way he was getting more and more irritated with every second that went by. I was actually almost relieved when it came time for me to go to English. Mr. Striker made me feel like an idiot sometimes, but he was going to be a welcome break from all the strange tension between James, Glenn and Annabelle.

I tapped my pencil against my desk until class started, and then immediately regretted wanting to come here. We were not only reading Hamlet, but we were doing this really long worksheet about the damn play on top of it. I held on as long as I could, but soon I couldn't take it anymore. I hated reading Shakespeare stuff. It drove me crazy, and it was made worse by the fact that neither Shannon or Evan was in the class with me. At least they would be a nice distraction from this crap.

Deciding to be bold, I suddenly jumped up to my feet and clutched my stomach as I ran to the door. Everyone in my path quickly scooted back; they all thought I was going to puke. I grabbed the trash can before I went out the door and mumbled an apology to Mr. Striker. I ran down the hallway with the trashcan and then burst into the bathroom. Once I was in there, I checked to make sure nobody was in there before putting the trash can down and laughing like hell. It felt good to be free.

Of course there was one downside to being free: I had nobody to keep me company. As far as I knew, everyone was still in class. I thought about hanging out in the bathroom until the bell rang, but then I decided that was just too pathetic. So instead I opened the bathroom window and climbed out of it. I would just pass the time by taking a walk. Once this period was over, I would get James to skip some other classes with me. He hated school anyway and it would take very little persuading to get him to do it.

I started walking down to the railroad tracks when a car pulled up directly in front of me. I stopped dead in my tracks, at first startled by its sudden appearance but then even more startled by who was actually in the car. Through the passenger's side window, I could see Randy's cold eyes staring holes into me. Those cold eyes were promising to do all sorts of bad things and I immediately began turning around to run away. But before I got far, I was yanked back by the hair and found myself face to face with a seething Orton.

"You and I need to talk," he growled.

I gulped. His voice left no room for objection. Oh fuck, I'm so screwed.