Heather sighed and shook her head. “Drew is a she.”
“Do you think I’ve got all day to go running around chasing names?”
She rolled her eyes. “You can’t even do any homework.”
I moved in close so there was no space between us. Heather looked uncomfortable. Good. “Why would I do that when I can get you to tell me what I need to know?”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“No? But are you afraid of what I can do?” I asked. “I wonder how far you’d let me go with Sian before you realize I can make her life miserable or good.”
“Don’t blackmail me.”
“Don’t test me. You have power here, Heather. Do you want me to treat your friend well?”
She licked her lips, and I knew I was making her nervous. “You can’t do this. Sian won’t be easily fooled by all of you.”
“No, but I can also make you go away,” I said. “If you think I’m joking, look at your schedule.”
“If Sian ever finds out about this, she’ll hate you all.”
“She already hates us. You’re just cutting out the middle man. Now tell me who Drew is.”
I could get this information easily. The only problem we had was the potential paper trail it would cause, which alone would bring a headache none of us wanted.
“I’m not going to tell you everything. Drew was a she and she was Sian’s one and only nanny. That’s all I’m giving you.”
“Last name?”
“I don’t have it. Sian never said anything.”
I nodded.
“Can I go?”
“Think about what I said. This stays between the two of us.”
She gave me a quick jerk of the head and then I allowed her to leave.
The nanny. The hired help. So, what was the connection between Sian and Drew?
Chapter Seven
William
Friday afternoon.
Gym.
The last class of the day.
Personally, I didn’t mind gym. I liked the freedom of running. There were no rules or restraints in the freedom to run. However, the track was no longer a place to run but a fucking death trap.
With hands on my hips, I stared across the obstacle course. Ropes hung from posts, there were slopes, tires, you name it, it was like stepping out of a military training movie. Sian stood with Heather, and the rest of the class was already groaning. A couple of the girls complained about sore ankles.
Coach Bilson laughed at us all. “I did warn you all as seniors, shit was about to get real.”
I had a feeling he bribed the principal to allow this. Coach Bilson always pushed during gym and through football practice. Always wanted the best, demanding it of every single student.
“You will all complete this obstacle course twice. I do not want to see any failing. If you moan about this, you get detention. If you try to cheat, you will get a detention.”
“Someone needs to get laid,” a guy said.
“Who said that?” Coach Bilson asked.
Silence.
I had to agree with our heckler. Someone had to fuck Coach Bilson’s dick and do it fast, otherwise, we were in for a rough ride of it.
“As I’m a nice guy, ladies, line up. You get to start first.”
My gaze returned to Sian. I saw her hands shake a little as she got ready in one of the three lines of female students. Heather was beside her.
Coach blew the whistle and the first girls went. Seconds passed before he blew the whistle again.
On the third, I watched as Sian took off. The shorts she wore seemed to highlight her juicy thighs. They were nice and full, and I could imagine them wrapped around my waist as I fucked her deep and long.
When it was decided Gideon would be the one to claim her cherry, I’d been pissed, but now, I was more excited that I was going to be able to get dibs on her after the pain.
A couple of the girls fell down, and as Sian closed in the ones in her lane, she helped them up, waiting for them to go first.
I lost sight of her around the course and then it was our turn to take off. Holy fuck, it was a killer. I scratched my leg against one of the posts but kept on moving. Lifting myself up on the ropes, then I had to climb over and lower myself back down. I doubted any other school had this fucking death trap.
We completed the track in twenty minutes, and it was on my second round I looked over to see Sian climbing the rope swing when Chloe suddenly appeared and shoved her. With a scream, Sian fell to the ground, yelling.
I didn’t even think, I took off. I knew Gideon, Mateo, and Dante had seen it. Before we even got there, Heather was there. Chloe stood there, taunting her.
Coach Bilson was on his way. He’d blown his whistle, telling everyone to stop.