“Fuck off,” he grumbles. His phone chimes, and he tilts to the side to pull it from his back pocket. “Terri says her party’s still on for this weekend. You in?”
Goddamn parties. I hate them because their mostly filled with sluts from school, wannabes, jocks, and rich pricks. I only go because Oliver wants me there. He says it’s good to show face. Whatever the hell that means.
“Yeah. I’ll be there.” I flip the blinker and pull into the school parking lot. “But I can’t stay long. Dad has a midnight shift, so I have to watch Danielle.”
Dad is a janitor at the hospital. The pay is shit, but between his checks and what I make at Benny’s Auto Repair, we make do. We did better when mom was still around. But the bitch had to run off with the rich asshole she worked for, leaving Dad and me behind to take care of Danielle. Not that I’m complaining about watching out for my little sister. I’d do anything for her.
“How is little Dani?”
I don’t answer until I’ve parked and gotten out of my truck. “The doctors are worried the pneumonia will come back. They’ve got her on a strong round of antibiotics to try and stave it off.”
Thinking about the struggle Danielle’s faced her whole life darkens my mood. I snatch my backpack from my truck and slam the door shut, grinding my molars when the loose window rattles and drops down a couple of inches.
I meet Oliver at the tail gate.
“That’s shit. Any word on if she got approved for the transplant list?”
“Insurance company denied her again. Said her case isn’t serious enough.”
Fucking insurance companies and pharmaceuticals. No doubt if it was their loved ones suffering from emphysema, no matter how mild or severe the case, they’d worm their way to the top of the transplant list faster than a whore drops her panties when she sees a twenty-dollar bill. All rich people are the same. Entitled, greedy, and with the mentality that the world owes them whatever the hell they want.
Oliver falls into step beside me as we make our way up to the school. “My offer still stands to ask my dad—”
“No.” I cut him off before he can finish. “You know I appreciate the offer, but we’ll figure it out on our own. We always do.”
Oliver and his father are a select few who are loaded that I can stand to be around. Oliver and I have been friends since elementary school, before the spoils of riches made him jaded. He and his father have both offered several times to pay for Danielle’s treatments and medicine, but I refuse to take the help of others. Being in debt to the wealthy, even if it is the father of my best friend, is something I’ll never let happen.
I plan to stop by Hart’s on the way home and talk to him about booking me for a few extra fights.
“If anything happens, you know my dad will take care of it,” he adds.
I sidestep a guy before he barrels into me, trying to catch a flying football. “Watch it, asshole,” I growl. He turns to face me, an angry scowl in place, but the look quickly dies when he sees me.
“Shit, Zayden. I didn’t see you there. Sorry, man.”
I ignore his apology and step through the school doors. Brandon’s one of the rich pricks I don’t like being around. Especially after he got pulled over for almost hitting an elderly woman while driving drunk, and having his father, who happens to be a judge, get him off on the charges. It’s people like him the world needs less of.
“Tiffany’s supposed to be at the party this weekend,” Oliver comments when we come to a stop at my locker. “You gonna finally hit it? She’s been jonesing after you for a while.”
Tiffany’s been after my dick since last year. Ever since I banged Sylvia, one of her friends, and she let loose the size of my cock and how well I can use it. Tiffany’s a pretty girl, but I’ve got no real interest in her. Of course, I don’t need to be interested in a girl to bang her; so long as she looks good and isn’t a clinger, I’m usually down. I’ve let her suck me off a couple of times and it was only mediocre at best. Her fucking teeth almost scraped my dick raw the first time, but I let her have another go, thinking it was from excitement that had her so enthusiastic. Time number two wasn’t any better. She won’t be getting a third chance. At least not with her mouth.
“Maybe,” I answer noncommittedly. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve felt a warm pussy. Maybe I’ll give that part of her anatomy a chance.
“Pattie’s coming, too. And she’s bringing her double D cousin. Remember last time—” He stops abruptly. “Motherfucker.”
I turn at Oliver’s harsh mutter and spot his stepsister come through the doors. And what do you fucking know. My dick takes notice, too.
She looks around the crowded hallway. Seconds later, her eyes widen and she jerks forward when the closing door pops her in the ass. She drops a couple of books and almost falls on her prettily made up face. She releases a yelp and every pair of eyes move to her. Laughter fills the hallway, including mine and Oliver’s.
Matters get worse when the door opens again and she’s shoved to the side. “Get outta the way,” Kassandra shrieks.
I reluctantly give her credit when she doesn’t bow down to the resident mean girl. She glares daggers at the girl’s back and looks like she might chase after her. Eventually, she rolls her eyes, bends, and scoops up the books she dropped.
“Kassandra should have pushed the bitch harder,” Oliver states, pulling my attention back to him.
“You don’t think that’s a bit much?” I shove my
backpack in my locker.