Page 11 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“Um, are you okay?” Elsie asks as we stop at the dining hall. “You look like you’re about to go on a murder spree and become the UKs next best serial killer.”
“Something like that,” I laugh. “I hear you have quite the long list for me to compete with.” Elsie freezes and goes ashen at my joke. “You know, the UK and it’s serial killers?” I prompt her when she doesn’t react.
“Oh,” she laughs stiffly. “Come on, let’s get you some coffee before the blood spill.”
We both make our coffee from a fancy machine, and find a table in the corner. The room is fairly empty, so we are either late to breakfast or early. I don’t care, it’s peaceful.
“So what do kids do around here for fun on a weekend?”
“It depends: some who live locally go home; if you have a leave pass, you can head into town - though you need a parent note or you have to at least be eighteen. Some are not permitted to leave by the courts. Usually there is a party somewhere, but most get broken up quickly - unless it’s a Knox party. I think the headmaster turns a blind eye, his precious boys can’t do any wrong.”
“Makes sense. What can we do today to pass some time, besides a makeover?” I scowl at that idea. I do not need or want a makeover. There’s no way - as cool as she is - that I want to be styled over by Miss Perfect Preppy Barbie.
“We can go to the pool and watch the swim team. Marcia Brown looks exquisite in her bathing suit and I’m sure you could find some lad to occupy your time.”
We both laugh. Eyeballing the swim teams’ junk seems like a half decent way to pass some time, so I’m down for that. At least I can try to forget about my dreaded dinner at the Knox residence that’s looming over me tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to anything other than seeing my stepbrothers’ shocked faces when they ‘meet’ me.
After our coffees, Elsie grabs a few pastries whilst I refill my cup, and then we head off to the pool.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but not an Olympic sized indoor pool. Elsie explains they have an outdoor pool for when the weather permits, but the indoor is mostly just for the swim team. I guess it makes sense for the headmaster to want to channel the kids’ energy into something more purposeful than criminal activity. Keep them busy, keep their noses clean.
We find a cosy spot on the stands as a few students take to the pool.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I see Kalen walk out of the changing rooms. The scalding hot liquid goes down the wrong pipe and I start a coughing fit. Elsie pats my back as my eyes connect with Kalen’s. His smile lights up his face, and I swear he flexes his muscles before blowing me a kiss. Hot damn the boy can fill out a speedo. His body is lean and ripped, the perfect swimmer’s physique, and apparently, my new favourite view. He has a tattoo on his ribs, but from here I can’t make out what it is.
“I thought you may enjoy the view,” Elsie says and giggles.
“Oh damn, did I oogle out loud?”
“With a little dribble.”
“Who would have thought he would fill out a Speedo like that? It should be classed as indecent exposure… Nothing, and I meannothing, is left to the imagination.”
“I can’t say it does anything for me, but I can appreciate the view… Oh look! There is Marcia.”
“Holy knockers,” I laugh.
“What I wouldn’t give to suck on those.” Now it’s my turn to laugh at her.
We spend the best part of an hour watching them swim, before Kalen jumps out of the pool and heads towards us. My eyes drop to his speedo, and Kalen notices, which makes his cock stir. Immediately, my eyes jump back up to his face, though they still manage to find the time to take in his golden sun-kissed, water dappled body. Christ on a bike, I am so fucked.
“Enjoying the show?” he asks.
“I am actually. Who would have thought you’re a real boy?”
“I can give you a private show back in my room, and show you howmanlyI really am.”
“Pass, I’m not blind. I can enjoy the view without touching. I’m loyal to my people back home.”
“So you have a boyfriend back in Australia?” He tries to use an Aussie accent and fails miserably.
“Something like that.” I don’t, not really, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“And you think he will wait three years until you’re out of here? I’m sure your pussy is good, but it can’t be that good.” He laughs at himself.
“Kalen, the only pussy you get is loose pussy; even your monster cock would get lost in it...Just like throwing a sausage down a hallway.” I laugh at myself remembering how Aadi used to refer to the group whores that would sleep with anyone.
“Who is throwing sausage?” Elsie asks, confused.
