Weston

The final bell rings out and all of us seniors settle into our seats in the crowded auditorium. I lean back in my seat in the second row, stretching out and propping my feet up on the back of the seat in front of me. The brunette sitting there turns around quickly, ready to bitch at whoever kicked her chair, but when she sees it's me she drops the eat shit look and replaces it with the eat me look.

"Oh hey, West." She smiles, a cute dimple in her cheek. "Ready for the game tonight?"

I tilt my head, giving her a little taste of the charm smile. "You know it, we're going to crush Davenport, no doubt."

She smiles harder. "Cool, so I'll see you at the after party?"

She's asking for a lot more than information and we both know it. She's cute though, so I say, "Sure." and shrug, then turn away from her with a smile. "Trent, where the hell is Beck?" I ask my buddy beside me.

I have to elbow him in the ribs to get his attention away from the blonde behind him. "He's...uh, oh he's waiting backstage on his sister."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. Of course he's waiting on her. How does that girl get through a single fucking day without her brother there to hold her damn hand and blow encouragements up her ass? She's got to be the neediest chick that ever existed, and I've seen some pretty damn needy ones.

The chatter in the room dies down and here she comes.

She walks out onto the stage, all doe eyed and scared as she waits to the side for Headmaster Rockwell to finish making his own lame announcements that no one ever listens to.

I have to try incredibly hard to stifle my laugh when he waves her forward and she nearly trips over nothing but air on her way over to take the microphone from his hands. The spot light has to adjust to find her and when it does the guy to my left make some low appreciative noises as he stares up at her. I mean, sure, I guess I can admit that she isn't hard to look at, but she definitely isn't worth the effort.

"Good morning," She practically whispers, then clears her throat. "My name is Lena Proper-."

"Lena Prude." I cough, making her pause and a few snickers ring out in the room.

"And I am filling in for Sandra Walter." She continues after a sharp glare down at me that I smile innocently at.

Trent gives me firm elbow into the gut and I grunt as I double over and my feet scrape down from the chair in front of me. "Dude, what the hell?" I whisper.

He looks at me like I'm an idiot with a death wish. "Bro, you know you can't be talking shit about Beck's sister like that. He's going to have your balls for that."

I throw back in my seat and give him a look. "Sounds like Beck already has your balls." I frown. "I can't stand that chick, and I'm not afraid of her big bad brother like the rest of you pansies."

"What's your issue with her?" Josh leans forward to ask over Trent.

Brad knocks his knee against mine and laughs. "She's probably the only girl to ever tell ole West here no." He cracks himself up but I roll my eyes at them.

On stage she prattles on and on about how these are the best years of our lives and what we do here at Plexer will set the foundation for our bright futures ahead of us and blah blah blah. Her voice shakes every now and then, giving away her nerves. Well, that and the bright red color of her cheeks.

"Yeah right," I tell Brad confidently. "If I wanted her, I could have her. I've just got zero interest in her. She's social suicide."

"Sure." Matt scoffs raising his brows under his baseball cap.

"I'm being serious."

Trent nods and smiles. "Yeah because Beckham makes sure everyone in the whole damn school knows to stay away from his sister."

My frustration is building fast. "No," I snap. "Because I. Don't. Like. Her."

The guys all laugh. "Since when does that matter to you?" Trent points out.

He's not wrong. I'm not known for being particularly picky, but I'm not desperate either and for me to go for her, I'd have to be pretty damned desperate. The guys look unconvinced though, so I slap on a smug smile and lean back. "You should have seen her face this morning when she walked in on me in the shower." I waggle my brows. "I definitely gave her a good show."

Their jaws drop, Bruno turns all the way around in his seat in front of Trent. "Dude, no way." He laughs. "Beck's sister saw you naked?"

I tilt my head and grin. "All of me." I say, running a hand down my chest and resting on top of my favorite body part, giving my pal a little squeeze.

Jordan is sitting four guys down but he leans so far forward he's hardly in his seat anymore, his black hair falling into his overly excited eyes. "Dude, did she seem...you know, interested?" His mouth is practically watering. The guy is a total douche but I smile at him anyway, ignoring the glare Rockwell is giving the whole team from side stage. No one in this room gives a shit what Lena is up there talking about, so he can get over us having our little powwow.

"Oh yeah." I wink. "She was totally eye fucking me, but like I told you, I don't want her."

Jordan holds a hand to his heart like it's going to explode and the other guys shake their heads. Trent groans quietly. "Dude, you're definitely in the minority then." He glances around nervously like he thinks one of Beck's famous upper cuts is just going to slam him out of nowhere. "That chick is...damn. She's so hot. You've got to admit that."

Brad nods on my other side. "She's all virginal and innocent, just waiting to be corrupted. If she weren't Beck's sister, I'd be all over that."

"Right? Same, man." Matt chimes in.

Trent knocks his shoulder with mine. "Think about it, going where no man has ever gone before." He says dramatically and the other guys laugh.

"That's hard to find around here."

"Especially in a girl who looks like that."

I just roll my eyes and tune them out. They're like a bunch of dogs with a bone. Listening to them all fantasize about the virginal loser only makes me feel bad for them. I look up on stage to the prude herself. She's probably the only girl in this whole school who wears her uniform in the way it was actually intended to be worn. Her long tanned legs are hiding under her pleated skirt that she doesn't even roll up or hem shorter like everyone else.

And speaking of hiding, even buttoning her top all the way to nearly the last button can't disguise the rack she's got beneath it. That body is totally wasted on her, which only annoys me more. The girl is so mouthy. She can't just smile and laugh when I talk to her like every other girl in this school. She's always got to pop off and argue.

"Looks like you're the one who is eye fucking her now." Trent leans in to whisper.

I shoot him a quick look that makes him lean as far away from me as the seat will allow. I'd never in a million years go there with her. Not even if she was throwing herself at me.

She smiles, unaware of the talking about her tight ass and pouty mouth going on down here. "And now, the reason we are really all here." She smiles again, getting nods from the guys. I swear, you'd think they'd never seen a chick smile before. I have to remind myself that the only reason she's so wonderful to them is because they all know she is off limits. None of them will ever get go there, which makes her more elusive. She's like a fucking unicorn.

Kelly Ann walks across the stage, her skirt nice and short like I like em and I give her a whistle that makes her blush a little as she passes off the envelope to Lena. I don't miss the way that Kelly Ann clearly sizes her up, but Lena does. She's seriously the most oblivious girl on the planet.

While all of the guys dream about deflowering her, the cool girls all can't stand her. For one, they all think she's competition. Why? I got no clue. But also, Lena looks like one of them, but she only ever hangs out with her brother or this one chick who is always dressing crazy with tie-dyed scarves or furry hot pink stiletto boots.

Lena takes a deep breath, her pink lips parting as she opens the envelope slowly.

She bursts out laughing, the sound actually makes my own lips tug a little before she gets herself back under control. Her cheeks flush a dark crimson to match her uniform as she looks over at Kelly Ann. "Seriously?" She asks and is met with a glare icy enough to freeze hell.

Lena chokes back the next giggle that wants to come out as she faces the crowd again. Who knew the chick even knew how to laugh?

"Alright everyone," she clears her throat. "This year's Senior Sendoff Dance theme is..." She pauses for dramatics. "A Barbie World of Wonders."

I can't hold in my loud barking laughter any longer. That has to be the single dumbest dance theme I've ever heard this school, or any other one, come up with. Lena actually smiles down at me before continuing. "Girls, you're encouraged to bust out the pink, and don't forget your Ken." She cringes as she reads it off of the paper. "Ok, well, anyway." She giggles again just a little. "Now for the Senior Send-Off court. One of these lucky ladies and one of these lucky gentlemen is going to be your Barbie Queen and King." She pauses again while others laugh. "The nominees for Queen are..." She lists off four girls that everyone would expect. All popular, all hot, and all easy. "And for King we have Trent Lowry, Ben Tullis," her smile gets wider. "Beckham Proper!" He runs out from backstage and kisses her on the check, going to stand with the other noms. I roll my eyes then look down at my phone that buzzes in my lap with a text from an unknown number.

Weston, we need to talk.

Who is this??

Someone you need to know.

Ok, cool story...Fuck off.

I'm serious, kid. You need to know who I am.

Ok, then who the hell are you?

My phone buzzes again but before I can read it I'm getting smacked in the back of the head and Trent points up to the stage.

"Weston Ford." Lena's voice sounds annoyed and by the look on her face, this isn't the first time she's called my name.

I rush up onto the stage, making a gagging sound as I pass Lena, then winking at each of the other girls. "Can't wait to find out which of you will be my queen." I whisper seductively even though I know I'm not going to win. Beckham is the golden boy around here. Loved by the students and teachers alike. I'm just the smart mouthed asshole who is a good lay.

"Funny seeing you here." Beck laughs as he slaps my shoulder when I come to stand beside him.

I hold up a finger to him and shake my head. "Can't talk to you, bro. You're the competition." We both laugh while Lena goes on to tell everyone about where to drop off ballots and other useless shit.

I slide my phone half out of my pocket to read the message and my body goes rigid. I look up at the sea of faces out in front of us and then I grab Beckham by the arm and drag him backstage.

"West, what the hell?" He jerks, pulling to go back out on stage, probably in a hurry to get back to his helpless sissy, but I shove the phone into his face. He stops fighting me as he reads it, then looks back to me with his brows scrunched together. "The hell? Who sent that?"

"Fuck if I know?" I shrug.

"Are you going to respond?"

"Should I?" I look back down at the phone. "I mean, it's got to be a prank or something, right?"

His "Sure." Isn't very convincing.

My phone buzzes again and we both jump to read it.

You've got no reason to believe me, but I'm telling the truth. Meet me and I can prove it. Come now. 2241 Sunset Lane.

My heart pounds in my chest as I reread it ten more times then look over at Beck. "Come with me?" I ask him and he looks back towards the stage.

"I promised-."

"Dude, come on. What if it's fucking true?" I jerk my hands through my hair. "Don't make me do this alone."

Beck nods. "Yeah, alright, let's go." He says, then puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure it's just a lame prank. Just one of the guys trying to rile you up before the game tonight."

I can't do anything but stare stoically at my phone. "It better fucking be."