EroticReverie

Celia Caruso

"They call themselves the Divine Double D's." Ariana whispers as she gestures to four tall leggy blondes, while rolling her eyes and making a gesture with both hands near her chest. 

"Right." I say quietly , when I see all four girls turn around and it becomes more than clear as to why they call themsleves that. By the looks of them, I assume they made that name up themselves. I don't usually like to judge people based on looks alone, but they were clearly mean girls. I can tell by the way they don't look at anyone, and walk with a sense of superiorty, surgically altered noses in the air, pursing their filler enchanced lips. Good for them, I guess. I didnt knock anyone for cosmetic surgery, do what makes you happy. 

"Stare harder, you lesbian." One of them says as she walks by, and I just blink, not realizing I'd defintiely been locked in on their chests and lips and noses, and legs. 

Arianna tucks a piece of her pastel blue hair behind her ear and leans in. 

"That one is Taylor Madison" She whispers. 

I'm slightly embarrassed, but not enough to really care. I'd just do better at not blatantly staring at them next time. My plan was to finish my senior year at this new school, with zero drama, zero distractions, zero problems, what so ever. 

Taylor Madison was the tallest, but all of them were practically clones of one another. All tall, all blonde. The only thing that was different, was the color of their eyes and the shades of blonde in their hair. Two with blue eyes, two with brown. Taylor was an almost white platinum blonde.  But all of them wore the same altered uniform , where the skirt was clearly hemmed to be shorter than the standard issued uniform. They all reeked of money, elite privilege. But almost everyone here did. Even Ariana who befriended me this morning while giving me the tour of the school. Ariana was sweet though, not at all like the vibes of others that I'd seen or come across throughout the day. 

"Kennedy Fairchild is the other blonde blue eyed one." Arian continues.

"Quin Gatlin is the blonde with brown eyes" she whispers.

"The other is Mira Monroe..with the honey blonde and brown eyes...and her double d's...arent even natural." Ariana whispers. 

I just smile at her as she gives me the rundown, in a whisper only I can hear as I open my yogurt. 

"And the fact she even called you a lesbian, is bullshit" Ariana whispers. "Considering all those four do at parties is make out and dance half naked to get attention from guys." She whispers. 

I cock my brow. 

"Not that i'd know...it's just..what i've heard....Im clearly not welcome at their parties." She says and I sense a bit of bitterness. I don't blame her though. Everyone always wants to belong, nobody wants to live at the bottom of the pecking order. 

"Oh shit." Ariana whispers and I sit up straighter, grabbing my spoon as I look towards the girls. They weren't even paying us any attention.

"Don't look, oh my god" Ariana whispers. 

"What am I not looking at?" I whisper as I look at her tucking her chin in and looking down, as she twirls her fork in her hand nervously.

"He's staring at you." She whisper. 

"Who?" I ask, confused, and of course I do the one thing everyone does when they're told not to look. I look around, one way, then the other, and then my eyes zip back to a pair of piercing blue eyes locked right on me. Sitting at a table across the room behind me, and to the side. I'm twisted in my seat , with my hand on the back. Locking eyes with an impossibly attractive guy. 

"Dont look!" Ariana whisper yells. But , I'm looking. I can't look away if I wanted to. I've never seen someone look so handsome, while looking absolutely terrifying. Those eyes are the prettiest, lightest blue I've ever seen. But they're cold. Not just in color. It's like I can feel them, freezing my own gaze and demanding I keep my eyes locked on them. Dark hair, just long enough to be pushed back, shorter at the sides. Styled but also looking effortless , giving that "i dont care about my hair, i swear i didnt spend a half an hour achieving this look in the mirror this morning". Sharp jaw. God, his face was...beautiful. Vicious. But fucking beautiful. 

"Oh god, no" Ariana says as he stands. I dont even realize it till she screeches softly in a panic.

My eyes stay right on him as he walks over slowly, the three guys he was sitting with, are smirking, I catch them only breifly before my eyes are drawn back to the six foot something guy that walks over to him. 

"Shit. Forgive me. I'm bailing." Ariana says and I hear the scatter of her tray and she's taking off like a bat out of hell.

I stay in my seat , his face, unreadable as he stares down at me, standing right by the side of my chair, then he leans slightly, placing one hand on the table and cocks his brow at me slightly. Just barely. 

No distractions. No drama. No problems. 

I cock my eyebrow right back. 

Good job Celia. 

"Who are you?" He asks. 

"Who are YOU?" I counter. 

"The fact you don't know who I am explains all the trouble you've just gotten yourself into." He says, with a bit of a smug smirk. I feel my lip curl. I don't do well with entitled douche bags. Even if they're as fucking beautiful as this one is. 

"You someone important?" I ask and cock my head. 

"Very important." He says and then pulls out the chair beside mine and sits. I can hear the hush of the room, quieting more and more the longer he interacts with me. But I dont break the eye contact. 

"Well that simply can't be true. Because I have no idea who you are." I say with a shrug.

His hand flies down to the side of my chair, grabbing it, the legs screech as he yanks me closer. I yelp, almost falling out of it on the other side with how forcefully he pulls, my uniform skirt slipping over the chair. 

"You're about to learn Celia." He whispers, but his voice is low, a rumble, a warning. But all it does is make my nipples prick, and I thank god for the blazers over my white button up blouse, otherwise my situation would more than obvious. 

"Whyd you ask my name, if you already knew it?" I ask, my eyes back on his, I can feel his body heat, my stockings are nude, and transparent, slipping against his dark navy pants, I look down, seeing the way my leg is touching his, the pants that hug his thick legs , I swallow, forcing my eyes to not linger on the way they hug his lap, and a certain something else that's outline long his left thigh.

"Like that?" He asks. Leaning in. 

My eyes lift to his, apparently that split second of my eyes there was enough. 

"If youre a good girl, I'll let you suck it." He whispers. 

My mouth parts slightly, my head rearing back. Did he really just...of course he did. Rich. Entitled. Douche Bag. 

"Why on earth would I want to do that?" I ask and he drops his eyes to mouth. 

"Because a mouth like yours is made for one thing Celia." He says and lifts his hand to go and touch my face. I smack his hand away and hear several gasps.

"Don't put your fucking hands on me." I hiss. 

His gaze heats, his jaw ticks. His tongue peeks out over his lips, sliding through them and his nostrils flare as he exhales. 

"Now look what you've done." He groans and his eyes go to his own lap. I look down, sucking a breath, seeing the bulge more prominent. His hand reaches to his lap and he shifts his hard on.

My eyes lift back to his, he smirks. 

"I should shove it down your throat." He whispers. 

I scoff. My nose scrunches. 

"You're fucking sick." I hiss I say as I go to move and get up. 

"I'll see you soon Celia." He says and I ignore him. 

"I hope you dont have a gag relfex." He says louder for everyone to hear, a few snickers, several murmurs as I throw my hand behind, lift my fist, and extended my middle finger back him. Earning several more gasps. I don't care who the fuck he is. 

I bump into someone, my tray flying forward and there's even more gasps. Several screeches, like fucking dying birds from the four blondes in front of me. My yogurt hits the floor, splaettering across their shoes, and legs and the floor. My bottle of green juice, spills all dorn the front of Taylor Madison. Making it look like a baby shit itself all down the front of her shirt. 

"BITCH!" She yells and just looks at me, her hands held out. 

"Sorry. I  didn't" 

"Oh you WILL be!" Mira shrieks from Taylor's side, all four girls giving me fucking daggers.

"What's the problem?" His voice is right behind me, his arm over my shoulder. I shrug it off and glare at him. All four girls gasping at once. 

"This little fucking lesbian just spilled her shit all over me!" Taylor whines.

"I didn't even mean -" I start.

"Lesbian?" He asks. 

"Surely you're not a lesbian Celia, you just offered to suck me off after school." He says and I look at him like he's fucking crazy. 

"I did n-" I start, getting cut off again.

"YOU WHAT?!" Taylor shrieks and then I'm being shoved. 

"That's her boyfriend you slut!" Kennedy Fairfield, one of the other blondes yells. 

I stumble slightly and then I'm shoved again by Quinn Gatlin as Taylor Madison turns up her nose and I watch the guy who just ruined my entire fucking senior year in a matter of minutes, tip up Taylor's chin and plant an obscene open mouthed kissed on her, tongue and all. I almost gag. I would have, if not for the third blonde bitch shoving me again, Mira knocking me over an onto my fucking ass. 

"Stay away from Vaughn! " Mira says and huffs. 

I just sit there on my ass, hands on the floor and looking up at them. 

All eyes are on us, as a teacher comes over, clapping their hands. 

"Alright, everyone, nothing to see here. " She says and waves her hands. 

"Let's go baby, take me home to change." Taylor whines to the guy that I just know will be hellbent on being my worst fucking nightmare. 

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I manage to go the rest of the day without any more interactions with the blondes, or the dark haired devil that made me a fucking social pariah. 

I walk to the curb where my Aunt and Uncle's driver picks me up. 

"A good day Miss Caruso?" He asks as I shut the door. 

"Mhm." I nod and Jeffrey smiles and nods. 

"Glad to hear it, your Aunt and Uncle send their apologies, but they won't be home this evening and said it's best you don't wait up." He says and I just nod.

I was nearly eighteen, I didn't need my aunt and uncle to babysit me. Though, I did like being around them. For being filthy rich, they were the most down to earth people I ever met, other than my mother. I never met my father, and my mother didn't like to talk about him, so he was still a mystery to me. 

My mother was in Europe, and while it might be every other teenage girls dream to finish their year abroad, I opted to stay with my Aunt and Uncle instead, because being abroad would have been too distracting, but now, I wish I would have gone with her. 

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I spend the rest of my night, doing homework, because yes, these teachers were apparently related to lucifer himself, assinging homework on the first day of school. The only blessing was, none of my classes included the four blondes, or Vaughn. Vaughn Valebrook, I learned from logging in to the student portal and looking at the schools website roster of names and students and their pictures. 

I see the other guys he was with too. All of them annoyingly memorable, so it's easy to notice them from a single picture. Sebastian Stone, with an all american good boy look, blue eyes, straight white teeth, with what looks like long hair pulled back into a man bun. Were those even still a thing? Then  there Royce Romano, short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and his eyes almost look as vicious as Vaughn's at the way they seem to jump right off the screen. God, why was it almost attractive that him and Vaughn looked like they were plotting my demise? Then there's Holton Hawthorne, light brown touseled hair and brown eyes. His eyes arent as vicious, they're actually kind of sweet. If I had to guess, he'd be the less threatening of any of them. He has a goofy grin in his picture, that makes me smile slightly. 

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A text message pops up on the portal. 

"Vaughn Valebrook is requesting to chat." Along with a Red button for decline. Green for accept. I scrunch my nose. 

"Decline." I say outloud as I click the red button. Even as curious as I am, I did not need to be involved in drama with a psycho and his psycho girlfriend. Ew, who even talks like that to another girl when he's dating someone.

As I scroll to through pictures of all the events, fundraisers, spots games, etc of last year. I get another notification.

"Vaughn Valebrook is requesting to chat." 

"augh, fucking psycho" I mutter. Shaking my head. No, Do not click accept. I exhale when I hit decline again. Good. Smart. Stay away. My mind says as I continue to scroll.

There's hundred upon hundreds of pictures of students from events. But you can tell it's clear who the "Stars" are. The blondes flood picture after picture, along with Vaughn and the other guys. It's clear, while everyone in the school considers themselves elite, these eight consider themselves even higher. And so does everyone else.

My phone pings. 

I pick it up assuming it will be a message from my Aunt or Uncle. 

"Playing hard to get Celia?" it says from a numer not saved in my phone.

What the fuck? Clearly it's him, but how the hell did he get my fucking number?

"Who is this?" I type back. 

"You know who it is you sweet looking little cocksucker of mine." He types.

"Lose my fucking number you crazy fuck." I type back, gritting my fucking teeth. 

"I need to fuck your mouth Celia." he types and I just sit there staring with my mouth gaping as I just try to figure out where the fuck he gets off being so fucking crude and harrassing me for no fucking reason. 

"I need to fuck every hole you have." He says. 

"Leave . Me. Alone." I type out.

"I can't. Too late for that." He types out.

"Leave me alone. I mean it." I threaten. 

"Then stop turning me on Celia." he says and I roll my eyes and set my phone down. It buzzes but I ignore it. 

I click out of the schools portal. Then go take a shower. 

when I'm done, unable to relax, I take a bath, ignoring the fact I can hear my phone still buzzing and vibrating on my desk outside the door. I roll my eyes and sink under the bathwater and scream , letting the bubbles fly out of my mouth and burst through the top.