EroticReverie

Celia Caruso

I manage to somehow get out of school later that day without Vaughn or anyone else giving me shit. I all but run to the fucking car as Jeffrey my driver picks me up.

"In a hurry Miss Caruso?" He asks and I pant like a dog from the speedwalking I did from my last class to the car. 

"Yes, please , let's go" I say as I see Vaughn walking out the doors, and down the steps and across the pavement towards the car with a grin on his face. 

Thankfully Jeffrey pulls away before he's too close and I turn my head, glaring at him. He smirks, lifts his pointer and middle finger and makes a curling motion to remind me of what he did to me in the hall. Then he lifts them to his mouth, spreads them and mimics licking a pussy. I snarl, lift my hand and give him the middle finger right before we're out of sight. 

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"There's a party tonight." Ariana messages me later after I've eaten dinner. My Aunt and Uncle not home again and working late. 

"For what?" I reply. 

"For an excuse all of the Elite's to get drunk and claim themsleves as kings of the academy? Who knows." She types. 

"Gross." I reply.

"You wanna go with me?" She asks. 

I scrunch my nose and tily my head. 

"YOU want to go to an Elite party?" I reply. I've only known her for two days, but I already knew her dislike for people like the blondes, or the "higher up" crowd. 

"I don't know. Yes. No. Maybe. It's my last year. I feel like I should go to at least one of them." She replies.

"I'm going to have to pass on that." I reply.

"Come on, you and Vaughn...right?" She types.

"No. Not right. Very wrong. There is no me and Vaughn." I reply. 

"Oh. That's not what his instagram says." she replies. 

"What?" I type back and immediately pull up my instagram.

"What's his user name?" I type. 

She sends me a screen shot of his profile and type in his name. He's already tagged me ina  story, how the hell can he do that, my profile is private and I havent added him. My jaw drops when I go to my main page and see that I now follow ONE person. 

VaughnVB63.

"Son of a-" I growl, gritting my teeth. My followers are also cut in half. I didn't have many, maybe a few hundred, but now I have sixty. I check the list. Not a single male is on it. 

I scream through my teeth and then pull up the story I'm tagged in. 

It's a video of me running around the track during gym glass for warm up, my ponytail swinging, and him zooming in on my ass with Sir fucking Mix a Lot's "Baby Got Back" playing and the caption reads "My baby's got back." So fucking stupid. So fucking infuriating.

"TAKE IT DOWN. NOW." I type into a text to him.

"Hey cheeks." he replies. 

"Fuck you. TAKE IT DOWN." I type. 

"DID YOU HACK MY FUCKING INSTAGRAM?" I type. 

"I could have. But no. I simply went to your locker during gym class and did a little clean up of your following and followers." He types. 

"I ONLY FOLLOW YOU." I type back as I seeth, glaring at the text screen.

"That's right cheeks. You only follow me, in the halls, on instagram, on the floor in my bedroom on your hands and knees wearing a pretty little collar and a leash while I make yu follow me like the pretty little bitch that you are." He types. 

"I'll block your number and delete my instagram." I tell him. 

"Why would you do that? How are you going to see my latest post?" He asks and I grit my teeth, going back to the Instagram feed and going to his page, and my eyes widen. His last post , is a picture...of us...in the hallway...right after....he....my hands are gripping his blazer, my mouth crushed to his. My tongue in his fucking mouth. What the hell. Tears burn my eyes. 

"Stop it. Take that down Vaughn." I type. 

"No." He replies. 

"Now everyone knows you're mine." He types. 

One of his fucking friends must have taken it. Oh god, did they have video of...BEFORE? 

"Please. Dont post anything else." I type. 

"Oh, you mean this?" He asks. My heart stops and a second later theres a video in my text. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes and I press play. Watching myself lose my fucking control, his hand up my skirt, the other pinching my nipple, his face near mine as I tremble, cumming, he has a video of me cumming on his fingers in the hallway at school.

"Vaughn .Please." I type back. 

"Here's what you're going to do Celia. You're going to get yourself ready, dress real pretty for me, and meet me at Royce's party tonight." 

"If I don't?" I ask. 

"Well, I would hate for the whole school to see you getting finger banged on your second day in a new school, what would that do to your reputation?" He asks. 

"You're a bastard." I reply. 

Would he go that far? My guess is yes. Why couldnt he just be nice? Why couldnt he be beautiful NICE guy, instead of a fucking devil bastard with no fucking morals? And why me? Why the hell did he have any interest in me, when his type was the Taylor Madisons of the world. 

"I hope you're on the pill Celia." He types. 

I suck in a breath. 

"You're giving me your pussy tonight." He says.

"You cant do this. This is fucked up and YOU are fucked up." I type. 

"I can do this. And yes, i suppose it is a little fucked up. But I don't care Celia. I want you. You're mine. And you love it. Quit fighting it Cheeks." He types. 

"I hate you." I reply. 

"We'll see how much you hate me when you're screaming my name tonight. See you soon baby."