Monsters' Crew (Crude Hill High 1)

Right now, Lauren was the current irritation on my never-ending list. Gael had her sitting on his lap, his hand beneath her skirt. If she didn’t shut up, I was going to cause a war. She wanted to get all of us between her thighs. Lauren was a low, which meant her family wasn’t powerful. They had some money, but it was handed down. They had enough to get into this school, but nothing more. Their sons or daughters were often sent to snag a rich man or a position near someone like me.

Lauren was trying to find anyone who would give her a good life. She was useless. There was no power there, and her giggle pissed me off. It was fake.

I couldn’t stand fake people. I’d rather kill them.

“I bet you’d let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?” Gael asked.

“Not while I’m eating,” Caleb said.

River snorted. “Like it would matter. She is just hungry for cock. Any cock that has enough money to keep her in a good life.”

Gael had thrown the test down, and Lauren hadn’t passed. He dropped her to the floor as if she was nothing and turned his back to her. The women only got one chance, and if the guys didn’t want her, she was done for.

Lauren had been passed around by so many of the guys. She was known for being easy, and now she had tried her shot at the Monsters’ table and wasn’t up to scratch. The rumors about us always ran wild. I liked them. Not talking too much gave me an edge. Talking made shit worse and in our world, being quiet saved your ass. At least, most often, it saved my ass.

People didn’t exactly know how we ran things. We were a unit. We played with women, and on occasion, we shared them. There was nothing more satisfying than watching a woman beg for all of us, to pass her boundaries and to actually attempt to win us over.

Women of all ages had tried.

None of them had kept our attention.

Commotion in the cafeteria line caught my attention.

Drake was there as he always was, causing shit. He’d picked up the tray of lasagna and threw it across the cafeteria. Next, he jumped across the counter, grabbed the guy who served, and started to bash his head against the glass.

Security was on their way. Drake was making a nuisance of himself. So long as he left us alone, I didn’t give a shit, but we liked peace and quiet at lunch unless we were the ones giving out the pain.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her. Emily Crane. It was hard to miss her. Long blonde hair, full, red lips, beautiful, with green eyes that should only look at rainbows and flowers. When I took the time to look at her, I saw pain. I saw something else, acceptance. She knew who she was, what we were, and what she needed to do.

I flicked my tongue across my lip.

The uniform the girls were forced to wear didn’t hide her body. She wore a knee-length skirt, and she hadn’t hiked it up to catch sight of her legs. On her plate was a slice of pizza and what appeared to be a bunch of fries.

She stepped back, taking deep breaths. Her eyes closed and her lips moved, giving away to the countdown clearly going on inside her head. She hated it here as much as we did, but that was fine.

I picked up a fry and popped it into my mouth, wondering what it would be like to have her squirming on my lap. No one knew anything about Emily. She didn’t mingle with any crowds.

We knew who her father was, which wasn’t a whole lot of information. No guy sniffed around her.

“He’s starting to piss me off,” Caleb said.

“He needs to be controlled,” this came from River.

Gael snorted. “Please, all he’s doing is trying to show daddy he’s got a big cock. It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s got parental issues a mile long. He’s much more suited to the prissy school. He’d fit in much better. Let’s face it, most of his kind are often sent into obscurity.”

“Look at you, using all your big words,” I said. “You fucking the English professor?”

Caleb snorted. “I doubt it. I believe his ass is getting used in a couple of weeks.”

We all knew what happened when Mr. Bucati went to Caleb’s father. It was all a play to keep him in his place.

Bucati thought he was better than all of us, and it was up to Caleb’s daddy to put him in his place.

Shaking my head, I glanced back to see Emily had taken a seat near the doors. She always had her back to the wall. To anyone who hadn’t been watching her for the past couple of years, people would assume she was oblivious to the world around her.