"Your cousin's kind of a bitch," Reid informed his best friend absently.
"She wasn't always like that."
"Really," the blond replied with scepticism.
"Reid you remember her, always wore dresses and had tea with our mothers, didn't talk much at all."
"Wait the girly girl that always wanted to play with us but never asked?"
"She was only a girly girl because her mother wanted the perfect daughter."
"Well that explains why she talks a lot now, catch up on years lost." Reid smirked, "She does have an ass now though."
"Please don't ever say that again."
"I don't know if I can promise that Tyler. I mean if she asks my opinion I'm obliged to tell the truth."
"Reid she's not just another fuck. She's my cousin. I may have no clue who the hell she is now but she's still family."
"Again Tyler I make no promises, if she falls for me-"
"Did she seem to you to be the type of girl who would just fall for the first pretty face that came her way?"
Reid shrugged at the unimportance of the statement.
Contrary to what she'd told Tyler and Reid, Cynn decided that she could unpack a little as she didn't have a whole lot to begin with. For three suitcases she kept them all light. Giving her mother the image that she was at least a girl when it came to shopping and had a lot of material things. She took her monthly allowance from the bank account set up by her mother and transferred a good deal into a different one. One her family had no idea about. She'd been doing this for years so that her mother's constant threat of being cut off from funding didn't hold the same danger it once had.
Her bike had been bought with the money her father had left her, which couldn't be moved from it's account without her mother's permission until she turned of age. Her truck by her mother who had insisted that she get something more practical to drive. The woman wasn't exactly pleased when she saw what her money had purchased.
She didn't bother putting her clothing away, merely content with living out of a suitcase for such things. That was where multiple suitcases came into use, laundry. Clean and dirt.
The only thing she hung in the small closet was her new uniforms. Leave it to her mother to get them all the correct size even though she'd asked for something a little bigger. Of course that didn't happen. The only thing her mother had ever been proud of when it came to her daughter, was her womanly figure. It always made her tempted to get fat, but then again she respected herself far too much for that one so she went along with it. The only thing they ever agreed on was Cynn being blessed in the booty and the body.
In France the absence of girls sports made her cringe although they made up for it in different ways. At least England had rugby. Germany; the women there were men and there was no way she could compete. She always knew when to back down. Canada had hockey for the most part, not really her taste but soccer made up for any lacking.
Here it was swimming. Cynn was puzzled beyond words as to how swimming counted as an activity, it was like cheer leading, or golf. Not actual sports in her mind. There wasn't much choice though, other then independently running.
Cynn sighed and lay back onto her new bed. She hated running, but swimming still wasn't much better. Maybe they did have a cheer leading squad somewhere in this school. At least then she could yell and prance around like an idiot.
She snickered to herself knowing full and well that that plan would not turn out well at all. Cynn knew that Tyler was on the swim team, maybe he'd show her how it was done. She suddenly realized that Reid was also on the swim team and got a wicked smile on her face. He was hot maybe she could coax some private lessons out of him. The dark haired girl crossed her legs at the ankle as she thought about having her way with the blond.
Some may have referred to her as a whore, or a slut, but the fact was she had standards there fore neither applied. A slut slept with everyone for nothing, a whore for something, nah she was more of a tease if anything because she didn't always sleep with her prospects. Only if she felt like it did they get any. Her years in France were crucial in this particular development of liberation.
She liked men, it wasn't a sin and it didn't make her a bad person. She had standards, one in particular, she didn't take well to being told "No". They could either accept that she was going to do whatever she wanted and have some fun, or they could get the fuck out. She was not a lost little puppy who always needed someone to take care of her, she'd been doing that herself for far longer then she could remember.
The way she saw it was that men were the real whores, she just used that to her advantage, got what she wanted from them.
Cynn sighed, heartless definitely applied to her, in part anyway. She just didn't care what others thought about her. She didn't care what others did. Her own opinion was the only one that mattered and honestly she didn't quite understand how people functioned differently.
It wasn't so much that she didn't care about others, she could and did with a select few, but she always came first. She refused to bring herself down just to please someone else. She would never sacrifice what she wanted just because someone else had a problem with it. There were just things in her life that people thought she shouldn't be doing. Drums, bikes, mechanics, men, all of those were viewed as unladylike, improper, but they made her happy so fuck the world.
She had morals and didn't reject them to get what she wanted, nothing was ever that important. She wouldn't steal another girl's man, in fact stealing was a no all together. If you can't make the effort to earn what you want you don't deserve it. Plus with Karma anything you steal will be stolen. She certainly wasn't arm candy or a pet to any man and did not want anything of the sort for herself. Everyone gets one chance to earn respect. If someone couldn't do that they were not worth the time.
Sheep and wolves. Sheep and wolves.
Cynn lay on her bed for the whole of half an hour, eyes closed, drum sticks tapping on her thighs before she got tied of waiting for her room mate to make an appearance. It was Saturday night, there was no way she was waiting around in her dorm room when the road were dry.
On her way out the dark eyed miss snatched up her helmet and jacket, momentarily pondering her torn pants but didn't bother to change. She stepped out of the shadow of her new school and saw her truck, her baby in the bed, a smile quickly blossomed on her face. At had been so long since she got to ride. From Montreal to Massachusetts she hadn't had a chance to even touch the sleek motorcycle.
Cynn dropped the tailgate and pulled her forever present bike ramp free. It took some effort, practiced as she was, but she finally got her two wheeler on the ground, barely delaying to throw the ramp back in and snap the gate back in place she slid into her jacket and practically rammed the helmet on in impatience.
The moment she hit the road she left all her troubles behind in the dust. Nothing could catch her as the wind whipped past her slicing into the bared flesh of her legs. She was free when she road her bike. It was like flying. Nothing was between her and the world she sped past, leaving it all behind. Nothing could ever be so wrong that a nice long ride couldn't put into perspective.
She pulled back into the student parking lot in the very early morning, parking her toy in the small bit of space she'd left in front of her truck. As Cynn ascended the stairs back to her dorm room she thought of all the things she'd figured out with her freshly cleared head.
One was that the second she turned eighteen she was so far gone from this place. One trip to the bank was all it took and then she never had to follow her mother's rules again. She'd be able to figure her life out for herself.
Two was that while she was here she'd have some fun. That one caused her to smile as she turned the next corner.
"Good evening."
Speak of the devil.
"Hello Reid, little late to be playing vampire lord isn't it?" her smile shrank only slightly into something a little less amused, a little more confident as she side stepped him and continued on her way.
"You didn't jump," he mused falling into step beside her.
"You didn't scare me. Usually the two are linked, without one you can't really have the other."
"People usually jump."
"Don't pout love, people usually don't know how you pop up so suddenly. Does Caleb know you're using to scare unwitting girls wandering the corridors in the middle of the night? I don't think he'd be too happy," she sang her last words in teasing as she tried to hip checked him into the wall.
"I don't need to use to scare said unwitting girls," Reid retorted as he dodged her attempted blow smoothly and swung around to her other side.
"I'm sure. Is that the only way they fall into your arms? When you scare them? That's really sad."
"For you information there sweets the ladies are lining up to be in my arms. Where are you going?"
"My room. Why were are you going?"
"Your room obviously."
"Oh now that sounds fun. Why are you in the halls this late anyways?"
"I could ask you the same." He replied calmly though it was obvious he already knew.
"I went for a ride," she winked at him as she deliberately shifted her helmet from one arm to the other.
"Tell me next time I'll come along."
"You ride?"
"No you ride, I'll be ridden."
She laughed in true amusement, "You're funny. I'll tell you what, you agree to be at my beck and call I just might consider that one. Why are you out so late?"
"Just got back," he replied completely ignoring her other comment.
"From..." she pressed casually.
"Can't tell, Covenant secret."
She smiled again in amusement, "I already know the big one, what else is there? You're secret club house? I know that one too."
Reid demanded in all seriousness, "Who told you?"
Cynn knew it to be a game and merely played along, happily, "The devil of course. You just cause you bitches get the power doesn't mean the rest of us aren't damned to at least some loving from the dark lord."
"Satanist," he mumbled in dismay eying her up.
"You bet," she grinned enjoying this game with each new toss and return.
"Seriously?" His eyebrows rose slightly, almost taken aback.
"Oh ya it's totally-of course not. All about the Karma here sugar."
"Karma huh. The whole what you do to others will be returned tenfold?"
"Something like-" her words were suddenly cut off as he caught her lips in a quick kiss.
Reid pulled back looking pleased, then saw her thoroughly confused look.
"You're mad aren't you?" She asked seriously.
"Hey what about this tenfold thing. I'm waiting."
"Huh," she mused before pushing him into the wall, pressing her body up against his, "You catch on fast don't you?"
"So I'm not just cute?" He smirked in triumph.
"Maybe not entirely," she agreed with a matching expression.
"Well then, about this tenfold..."
"Ah Reid. You'd be perfect for the whole no attachment, just lovins thing that I'm looking for here."
"And?" Reid pushed.
"And what? You're everything I want in a guy there sugar at the moment anyway, well that's assuming that you have all the right parts and they work."
"You're welcome to check sweets."
"Wow you move fast don't you there big boy. I haven't even been here for a day and you're already trying to help me be free of my sexual frustration. You are just so thoughtful."
"Just looking to help," Reid shrugged tossing her his most charming smile.
"I'm sure you are peaches, and I thank you for that but I'm ok. For now. You know Tyler will not approve of this in any way shape or form. He's on a mission for my mother there for any fun for me is completely out of the question and I do not want to cause trouble for my cousin."
"Who says he has to know?"
"Oh that's good. Here I thought I was going to have to teach you how this was going to work," she smiled, her voice husky as she raised herself up further into her toes to easily reach him.
"I know all the tricks sweets," Reid replied softly as he leaned down.
"Good," she pushed away from him to continued on her way towards her room.
"What about the ten fold?" Reid called after her.
"Keep a tab I'll pay it off slow and sweet." She replied over her shoulder.
She closed the door to her room softly and noted that her room mate was a red head. A red head who didn't respect boundaries obviously as there were cloths tossed on Cynn's bed that were certainly not hers.
They'd have to have a talk about that.
Cynn merely threw said clothes across the room momentarily pondering their worth by the feel of the fabric. Expensive. Not the kind of thing you just threw on the floor. Of course not the type of thing you put on someone else's bed either. Not that she cared a hell of a lot, maybe the red head should have thought about that before putting her shit wherever she saw fit.
Cynn sighed as she lay down on her bed resting her hands beneath her head as she stared up at the ceiling a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.
Reid definitely made for an interesting game.