Page 56 of Reign of the Queen
The teacher is droning on, and my classmates look as bored as I am. I watch the sun rays shining through the window facing the parking lot, painting all the nearby desks with prisms of rainbows. It's deceiving; it looks like a beautiful, warm sunny day, but if you step outside, you're blasted with frigid November temperatures and a biting wind.
I chuckle to myself; it pretty much describes a specific blonde wanna-be queen I know. She looks like sunshine and warmth but will stab you with her cold and bitter attitude. Mia, yes, my sexy as fuck little queen with the hot and cold attitude and sexy, toned body and curves for days.
She'd sooner rip your arms off and beat you with them just because she can, the little vixen. That fucking girl seems to invade my every waking thought and most of my sleeping ones, too, whether I want her to or not.
The guys and I are perplexed by her. Here's a gorgeous girl that comes from wealth and an affluent family just like ours, that will not fall under our combined or individual charms and is determined to bring us to heel instead.
Don't get me wrong, the chase is invigorating and one I want to fucking win at all costs. I'm sick and tired of having these hoes here in Casbury falling at our feet with their legs spread wide open, each one thinking that they managed to bag a king. Easy pussy gets tiring and lame after a while. It's not even just the high school girls either; it's grown women—marriedwomen—just offering pussy to us.
The desperation to fuck any or all of the kings starts to breed malcontent and frustration amongst the four of us. I know Carter and Mateo don't mind as much. A warm hole is a warm hole, and we share enough of those holes that they all get used up by one or all of us, but still, it's fucking lame. I am just not that into easy pussy anymore.
Don’t get me wrong, I'm not opposed to sharing with my fellow kings. I have never been, it's a part of who we are and for as long as I can remember, we’ve done everything together, and I mean everything.
A little challenge, yep, I'm fucking here for it. A Mia challenge, you have definitely got my attention. Would l like Mia for myself, yep. Is that going to happen? Unlikely. The other three kings grew up with everything handed to them. They're not used to having to work for shit, rich little boys with influential, wealthy fathers. I understand how Mia, not falling into their waiting hands, can send them into a blind rage, especially Theo, the control freak.
Honestly, I'm enjoying watching them fall all over themselves, trying to get her and her humbling them every chance she gets. After all the years of privilege, maybe we all need to experience a little humbling. Mia bringing me to my knees doesn’t sound so bad right now.
I met those three asswipes when I was ten years old. I didn't always have luxury; my beginning was nothing compared to theirs. My mom worked at the country club as a waitress, and it was there that she met my wealthy stepfather, Jack. He instantly had to have her and marry her ass, regardless of her ten-year-old son as added baggage.Rich guys and their need to own and control everything, am I right?
Having not grown up with a dad, I didn't know what to expect from Jack, but he surprised me. He wanted to be a dad; he didn't care that I wasn't his. He loved my mom, and because I was an extension of her, he loved me too, instantly. He was always so patient and understanding, even when I was a giant turd to him initially. I don't think of him now as anything other than my dad; he never makes me feel like I'm not his.
I have the most stable and happy home life of all of us kings. I don't have neglectful or abusive parents; it's the opposite. I have parents who are attentive, a little stricter, and enjoy spending time with their kid. Yeah, my mom is not perfect, and she's made some mistakes since marrying Jack, especially in the last couple of years, but Jack, he's the best father a guy could have.
When I think about Theo, Carter, and Mateo's home lives, it just makes me sick and fucking angry. I'm the biracial kid of a single black mom from the wrong side of the tracks, and they're the rich white kids with gold spoons up their asses. The story's supposed to be the other way, I guess, or at least I was conditioned to believe that before I entered this world. Now I can see it doesn’t matter what color your skin is, anyone can have asshole parents.
There isn't a fucking day I don't wish that Theo and Carter's dads meet with some unfortunate fucking horrifically painful accident. The rage builds in my blood just remembering how Carter was moving stiffly in football practice this morning from the ass-kicking his old man gave him last night. Yet he never complained, never showed any weaknesses to the rest of the guys on the team, even though he knows they know what his dad does to him.
Carter's dad is getting sloppy and marking him where others can see. I know the coach saw the bruises all over his back and shoulders today, too. That fucking pathetic asshole of a coach who's supposed to be a role model for us, ignores them cause Carter's dad is a rich menace to society. If you have money in Casbury, that's all you need for your sins to be ignored.
I send a quick message to my mom and stepdad on our family chat, letting them know that I'm bringing Carter home with me later to stay. They are acutely aware of what goes on in his house; probably, like most of Casbury. Mack Pemberton thinks he's slick, but he's not. He’s a monster walking around in a sharp suit.
My mom tried to talk some sense into his beauty pageant mom, but she didn't seem to give a shit as long as her husband wasn't wailing on her, and really, she's never home to intervene regardless, always off to this spa or another resort somewhere far from home. Probably to stay the fuck out of Mack Pemberton's way. Thank fuck that Carter managed to talk his mom into sending his baby brother, Foster, away to boarding school and not leaving him at the house where Mack could get to him.
Mateo's parents, while not physically abusive, are just neglectful fucking assholes that should never have had any kids and spend more of their time traveling than worrying where their son's at or what he might be up to. Mateo's got a whole hoard of mommy and daddy issues that he self-medicates for on the regular.
As bad as Mack Pemberton is, Theo's dad, Vincent, takes the award for the scum of the earth and the worst father award by far. That fucking guy is a piece of fucking shit, and the devil has nothing on him. Hopefully one day someone will put a bullet right in between his eyes and end his reign of terror. I'm starting to worry that person will end up being Theo, and I will have to visit him with bars between us.
My thoughts drift back to Mia. Mia, whom we can barely find any information on. It's like she just appeared out of thin air eight years ago. No one seems to know where she came from before that. Any record of her before the time of her being adopted by the Stratford family has disappeared. We can't even find what her name used to be before she became a Stratford.That's some weird ass shit right there.
Her mom's another ghost with no records before her marriage to Jared Stratford, who died of cancer nine months ago in a New York private hospital. Her mom looks vaguely familiar in her society pictures with her stepfather at her side, but honestly, she could have been any of the rich Stepford wives out here with all the work she's had done to her face. They all seem to share the same look, big, swollen lips, over-tightened faces, and cheekbones that you know are more fillers than genetics, with big plastic boobs, tiny waists, and deep tans. I thank fuck every day that my mom never fell into that trap of getting work done to be one of the society bitches.
As I'm staring out the window, I watch Theo's Range speed into the parking lot and stop next to Mia's SUV. It looks like he barely has the thing in park before Mia's flying out of it with her bag held tightly against her body and rushing for her own vehicle.What the fuck is she wearing right now?
I watch as an angry Theo tries to get around her car and open her driver's door, only to be almost run down as she speeds out of the parking lot. In no time, I'm out of my seat and heading for the classroom door without realizing it.
"Mr. Barrie-Chelmsford, where do you think you're going, young man?" Mr. Suearz asks in his nasally tone.
I don't even bother responding. I stare him down till he looks away; continuing my exit of his classroom and heading out to the hallway. I've got my phone already out and am texting Mateo and Carter to head to the parking lot asap.
When I hit the parking lot a minute or two later, Theo's still standing there, just staring in the direction that Mia sped out of the parking lot. His face is pale, his hairs a fucking mess, and is he wearing joggers?What the fuck? The only time that fucker wears joggers is at practice or camping.
"Bro, what's going on? Talk to me." I reach for his shoulder, and it's like it breaks him from whatever trance he was in. "Theo, man, what happened?"
I hear the other two rapidly approaching, Carter already running his damn mouth. When they reach us, both halt, staring at thunderstruck Theo.
"Bro, you good?" Mateo asks with a look of apprehension on his face.
"I fucked up. I really fucked up." Theo runs his hands through his hair, looking like he might rip it all out.
