Teach Me Bad - 2. Thurs, Fri: Trent

Sunlight streamed through the blinds. Trent had forgotten to pull the drapes again. He rolled over with a moan and threw an arm over his face.

He fell back asleep.

***

When Trent opened his eyes again, Vince stood in the door, eating a sandwich.

Trent sat up with a groan and clutched his head. “Shit…” His skull ached and he couldn’t remember crawling into bed last night, but he had vague memories of drinking with Lucas on the couch in front of the TV. He was in a black pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. “What do you want?”

“You left your phone on the table,” Vince said around a large bite of salami. His fat jowls trembled as he chewed. “I think it was the advisor’s office.”

Trent rubbed his scratchy face as he got up. His cock was rock hard down the leg of his shorts and Vince silently moved out of the way as Trent shouldered past. He strode across the hall to his private bathroom.

The four of them lived in a five bed, four bath house a mile from campus. After a shitty first year in the dorms, Trent, Vince, Lucas, and Mitch had got together over the summer and picked it out with their dad’s money.

It was a beautiful wooden lodge on a hill, professionally landscaped, and boasting views of the Stanford foothills. They had a huge driveway with a gate and a three-car garage that came in handy because each boy had their own car. There was an extensive patio in the back with an amazing pool, jacuzzi, minibar, the works. And the best part? Trent had the top floor to himself. The upstairs had a large bedroom with a balcony that looked down on the pool and the lush lawn behind the house. He had his own walk in closet and a bathroom across the hall.

The bathroom was white. Everywhere. The theme ran through the house, with touches of stainless steel, and highly polished marble. They had a lady come by three times a week to keep everything ship-shape.

Trent stepped up to the toilet and moaned as he tugged his thick cock through the front pocket of his shorts. His morning wood was never as hard as his regular hard-ons, but the bulging shaft in Trent’s fist was impressive. He aimed his dick and released a strong stream of piss.

Vince leaned against the doorjamb and stuffed the last of his sandwich into his wide mouth. He licked his fingers and Trent’s nose wrinkled at the sound of his smacking lips.

“They left you a message.”

Trent tilted his head to the side. He lazily opened his eyes. “What?”

Vince glanced down at Trent’s dick and then quickly looked away, his brow furrowing with deep lines. “Whoever called. They left you a message.”

“It was probably telemarketing,” Trent sneered. “I got two calls yesterday. Life insurance and I guess the warranty is about to expire on my 2018 Raptor.”

Vince blinked at him.

“Never mind,” Trent said with a huff.

Vince was the son of Buck Taylor. A super wealthy, super fat, billionaire CEO who owned Taylor Media, one of the top sports management firms in the country. Vince was his spitting image, minus the balding. He was big around the middle, wide in the hips, had a chunky ass, and a fat face. He had small eyes, pudgy hands, and brown, curly hair. Trent thought Vince was tragic to look at.

“I’ll check it later.” Trent finished pissing and shooed the ugly boy out of the door. “Get out. I want a shower before class.”

Vince watched as Trent stripped out of his shorts and turned around to heat up the water. Trent’s bathroom had a large walk-in shower across from the toilet and a long marble counter with a deep, inlaid sink. The bathtub was under the window at the back of the room. It was large enough for two, as Trent knew from experience, and it was fitted with a series of jets.

“It’s a quarter after two,” Vince said blandly.

“Fuck!” Trent shouted as he stepped into the shower.

Vince slipped into the hall as Trent fumed under the water. He hadn’t pulled the drapes shut last night. He hadn’t remembered to set his alarm either! He dropped his head and let the water pour down his back.

“Goddamnit!”

He glared sightlessly at the various bottles of soap and shampoo on the shelf under the shower head. He started to reach for his bath pouf when his wrist brushed against his erect cock.

“Shit…” he muttered. He glared down at his raging erection. It hadn’t gone down after his piss. It was insistent and Trent knew better than to ignore it.

He wrapped his hand around his throbbing length and worked his cock with reluctance. His eyes fluttered shut as pleasure pooled in his belly. He made quick work of it. He had shit to do.

***

After his shower, Trent shaved and added a touch of cologne to his pulse point. In the closet, he dressed in a white V-neck and jeans that fit him snugly. He didn’t need to look at himself. He knew he looked good. He strolled into the kitchen ready to tackle the world.

He spotted his phone on the table.

“Eighteen percent,” Trent grumbled as he unlocked the screen. There was a voicemail and a new email.

Trent opened his Gmail app as he pulled out a chair and slumped into the seat.

Undergraduate Probation

“Oh, shit!” Trent’s heart leapt into his throat. He tapped the message with a trembling finger.

Trent,

We met last semester to discuss your courses. I explained to you that if you were not able to keep your GPA above 2.0 then I would be reaching out to you again. I’ve checked with each of your instructors and took my notes to the dean this morning. It has been decided that you will be placed on academic probation at this time.

“Fucking bitch!” Trent scrolled down as a sick feeling grew in the pit of his stomach.

This is intended to serve as a warning, not a punishment. Though a record of this will be notated on your unofficial transcript. I strongly suggest you get in contact with me as we must go over the steps you must complete to get back on track.

Yours,

Sarah Windsor

Trent shoved his chair back. It clattered noisily to the floor as he growled deep in his throat. His mind raced.

Phone clenched in his fist, Trent stormed down the wide, marble-floored hall. He snatched his keys off the glass table by the door and flew out the front.

Trent’s truck was parked crookedly in the long, winding drive. He didn’t remember leaving it like that, but whatever. He took a loping shortcut through the grass and hopped in his pride and joy, his black Ford Raptor. He started it up and whipped it backwards, so it faced the gate at the end of the drive. He gripped the wheel with force as he repeatedly jabbed the button on the sun visor. He revved the engine as the gate lurched open.

The Raptor’s tires skidded across the concrete as Trent punched the gas. He let out a terrifying war cry as he shot through the gate. “Goddamn probation my ass!” he yelled as he made a hard-right down Dish Trail and headed for campus.

***

Trent had a premium parking pass. The lot was just a stone’s throw from the library and the other guys loved to carpool with him because Trent was the only sophomore permitted entrance. It was because his stepdad had money and influence and Trent had been very persuasive with the little old office clerk that had sold him the pass. Old ladies loved it when you gave them a little sweet talk. It had been so incredibly easy.

That’s why the Raptor’s parking had been so jacked! Some motherfucker had borrowed his truck again. Trent scowled as he parked next to a little electric car. He jumped out of his Raptor, nostrils flaring with rage.

Sarah’s office was in Sweet Hall and Trent gazed at the building across the lawn with narrowed eyes. It was right beside the library. He’d been there more than once.

Trent jogged through the grass and hopped up on the wide, concrete path. He slowed a little as he passed a small group of students crowding the walk. He didn’t meet anyone’s eyes and he kept his pace brisk. It was a short walk, but he saw more than one person he knew on the way, from class, from parties around campus, he even saw a girl he was pretty sure he’d fucked a couple times last year. The lingering gaze she gave him as they passed each other was a dead giveaway.

He slowed as he reached Sweet Hall, a tall, sandstone building with a large circular window high over the entry. Advising was on the first floor and Trent stalked down the tiled hall with purpose. He reached the end and took a right. The hall led to a glass door with the words Undergraduate Advising in gold letters.

Trent shoved through the doors and a girl with soft, brown skin looked up from the reception desk. She had glossy black hair in a tight ponytail and wore a pink blouse. A large pair of round glasses donned her face. It was her most prominent feature.

Trent strode up to the desk and planted his hands on the edge.

The girl adjusted her thick lenses. Her eyes were big and brown. “Can I help you?” she asked sweetly.

Trent glanced at the silver name tag on her breast. Elsa. “I need to speak with Sarah Windsor.” His sharp hazel stare bore into the girl’s magnified eyes. “It’s very important.”

Elsa clacked away at the keyboard. “I’m afraid she’s with a student right now. Then she has another appointment right after. He’s already been waiting several minutes.” She gestured over Trent’s shoulder. Some retard with dreadlocks and a skateboard gawked at Trent as he hovered over reception. His eyes were red and bloodshot. He was stoned.

Trent turned back with a sneer. “I’ll wait.”

“I don’t think she has time to meet with you today,” Elsa said regretfully, moving the curser around her screen. Trent leaned over to see, but the list of student IDs meant nothing to him. “I could get you her next available appointment if you’ll give me your name.”

“I need to see her today.” Trent stood up and crossed his arms. “Sarah emailed me this morning,” he grumbled. “I’m on academic probation.”

“Oh my,” Elsa gasped. She fluttered her big, sympathetic eyes at him. “What was your name again?”

“Trent Hudson.”

“Hudson…Hudson…” A lightbulb came on in Elsa’s head. A huge grin stretched across her face. “Your Chase Hudson’s son aren’t you! I heard you started last year. Oh my god, I’m so in love with your dad’s movies. I saw Why, Love three times in theaters.”

Trent raised his chin. “Stepson.”

“Oh,” Elsa’s smile disappeared. “So, you’re not actually related to him?”

“He adopted me when I was eight,” Trent huffed. “I’ve been a Hudson more than half my life.”

Elsa’s smile returned and she batted her eyes. “Do you live with Chase. Like…in his house.”

Trent checked his nails. They were clean and neatly trimmed. “Which one are you talking about? The penthouse in L.A. or the mansion in Hollywood Hills?”

Elsa’s buggy eyes got even buggier.

“I need to see Sarah,” Trent urged, dropping his hand. “I can’t get kicked out. My dad will have my fucking head on a platter.” He loomed over Elsa’s desk and stared into her big, googly eyes. “It is so important that I get out of here with a degree, Elsa, so I can get away from that controlling motherfucker—”

“Trent.”

Sarah Windsor stood further down the hall with her hands on her hips.

Trent straightened and pulled his anger deep into his stomach. His face smoothed as the hot, boiling sensation abated in his belly. “I got your email.” He was calm, but he growled the last word just to let her know how fucking pissed he was.

“I left you a voicemail.” Sarah smiled faintly. “Did you check it?”

“No.”

“I was trying to set up an appointment with you. I have an open slot Monday at three.”

“We’re talking now, aren’t we?” Trent crossed his arms. “Let’s get this over with.”

Sarah’s eyes flickered to the kid with the dreadlocks. “Only if Mr. Ray agrees to switch times with you.”

Trent rounded on the dreadlocked retard. Ray blinked at him in a daze and Trent narrowed his eyes.

“I-I-I don’t need to see Sarah like…today or anything,” Ray stammered.

Trent turned back to Sarah with a smile. “Well, there you go.”

Sarah pressed her lips together as she crooked her finger.

Trent winked at Elsa as he strolled past reception. The girl beamed and a gorgeous smile stretched across Trent’s handsome face in return. Elsa swooned and her eyelashes fluttered. She looked like a dolt and Trent laughed to himself as he strode after Sarah.

“Bye, good luck!” Elsa waggled her fingers in farewell.

Trent smirked. He loved being irresistible.

Sarah, on the other hand, was a white unicorn. She was one of the rare people in Trent’s life who didn’t bend to his will and swoon at the very sight of him. Trent used his charm whenever he found the opportunity. He used money and his fists to get his way every other time. But none of those were an option with Sarah Windsor.

The first time Trent had met the bitch, he’d known he was in for it. She didn’t buy any of his sweet, charming smiles. She didn’t react to his carefully picked sentences and his other pleasantries. She knew it was a bunch of bullshit. Sarah saw right through him and Trent hated her for it. He felt his smile fall away.

Sarah was a Stanford alum. The degrees framed in her office were dated three years back and Trent guessed she was in her late twenties. Long, straight brown hair, plain face, and thin, like skeleton thin. Sarah was flat like a boy and her ass was bony as could be. She liked to dress in business casual and wore a frumpy blue sweater and a pencil skirt that went just below her knee.

Trent watched the muscles work in her spindly calves as they walked. He sneered at her scrawny, matchstick legs. Sarah was ugly.

“I was really hoping we could avoid this,” Sarah said with a headshake as they entered her office. It was a tiny room with a window that viewed the east end of the library. A deep mahogany desk dominated the space and was strewn with colorful picture frames. Sarah smiled back at him from a glittery, blue frame as Trent sat in the upholstered chair in front of the desk. Sarah balanced a huge tray of cupcakes between two other girls, a pretty black chick with braids, and a blonde with a nose ring. They were in sorority shirts, and everyone looked happy. “I apologize for being the bearer of bad news, but you are at serious risk of suspension if you can’t improve your grades by the semester’s end.”

Trent scowled at Sarah’s picture. He pulled his chair closer and subtly nudged the frame away, so he didn’t have to look at Sarah’s stupid, smiling face.

Sarah sat in her leather office chair and turned to her computer. She closed some windows. “You’ll have to excuse me. I had Mr. Ray’s information pulled up. Just a minute.”

Trent folded his arms and leaned back with a huff. He rested his ankle on his left knee and jiggled his leg as the silence stretched and Sarah began to type.

“After midterms, your GPA has fallen just under 2.0,” Sarah said as she typed away. “I care about you, Trent, and I don’t want to see you fall through the cracks. I want to help you succeed, so you can wipe that sour look off your face, because we can stop this downward spiral—”

“You’re a cunt!” Trent jolted in his chair. His hazel eyes flashed with fury. “And wipe that look off your face, bitch, because it makes you ten-times uglier!”

Sarah glared at him as her nose wrinkled with revulsion, or something similar, like she’d just gotten a strong whiff of dog shit.

Trent scowled as the look on her face stayed frozen in place. He gripped his knees with his large, powerful hands and drove his fingers into them until he was sure there’d be bruises. “I’m sorry,” he said tightly. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Sarah turned back to her computer. She typed in some numbers. “Your first year with us was incredibly rocky,” she said in a neutral voice. “This semester doesn’t seem to be any different.”

“I did alright in psych,” Trent sneered.

“Yes. Suspiciously well. A 96. Much different from your other courses.” Sarah moved the mouse around the screen and double clicked. “A 38 in Algebra, a 45 in Intro to Conflict…oh. You did better in Sports in History. A 64.”

Trent barked a laugh. “You’re mocking me.”

“Not at all,” Sarah said coolly. “I’m wondering if you put all your concentration into your psych exam or if you bought the test beforehand.”

Trent’s jaw ticked with anger. That’s exactly what he’d done. He hadn’t been to a single lecture yet. “I studied really hard,” he said through his teeth. “I’m part of a study group. Actually.”

“That’s an excellent idea.” Sarah’s expression brightened.

Trent shrugged as he slid down in his seat.

“Perhaps you should join study groups in your other courses.”

“I’ve thought about it,” Trent muttered.

Sarah gave him a look. “I’m must insist. Study groups or you are required to find a tutor.”

Trent grumbled unhappily.

“Whichever route you decide, you’ll find more information about both options at the library.” Sarah gestured behind her to the solitary building out her window. “I’ll need you to email me by the end of next week with your decision, along with the names of your study partners or your tutor.”

“Why?” Trent hissed.

“Because I’ll be checking in on you.” Sarah said with a thin smile. “I want to make sure you’re doing your part.”

Trent growled under his breath. “Fine.”

“You need to do better on the finals if you want to continue here at Stanford,” Sarah said as she tossed her long, boring hair over her shoulder. “You may be a celebrity, but there are many hopeful students waiting in the wings to take your place.”

“I’m paying a lot of money to be here,” Trent bared his teeth. “Just like everyone else.”

Sarah leaned back in her chair. The smile was fixed on her narrow face. “And I’m treating you like I treat all my other students, Trent.”

Trent stood up, his hands balling into fists. “So, get a tutor and email you his name.”

Sarah folded her hands in her lap. “Did you already have someone in mind?”

Trent’s brow furrowed as the Korean in his Algebra class drifted through his thoughts. He saw the teeny-tiny, ultra-delicate, dark haired boy from class standing below him, his face bright red as he stammered: “A-a-a-ni-ninety-e-eight.”

Trent smirked. “Yeah. I’ve got someone in mind.”

“We need you to get your GPA above 2.0,” Sarah said as she glanced at her computer screen. “And you need to complete all 12 credit hours to stay in good standing. So you need to pass all your classes, Trent,” she said sternly. “And you’ll be meeting with me regularly until finals.”

“Christ.” Trent rolled his eyes. Anything else?”

“I’ll be in regular contact with your tutor and your study partners, so make sure you get their names to me immediately.”

Trent threw up his arms. “Anything else!”

Sarah pursed her lips. “If you improve your GPA, next semester will be easier. I won’t need to check up on you anymore.”

“Cool.”

“But don’t think you’ll be off the hook that easily. You need to complete this semester, and then complete 24 additional credit hours on your own in the proceeding semesters,” Sarah said. “If you are able to complete the total 36 credit hours and maintain your GPA, then the academic probation will be lifted.”

“Piece of cake,” Trent sneered.

“It’ll be a challenge,” Sarah said. “But I know you can do it.”

Trent spun and wrenched open the door. “I’ll send you an email. Or whatever,” he tossed over his shoulder. Sarah said something in reply, but Trent stalked down the hall. He didn’t hear her.

The gears turned in his head as he stormed out of Sweet hall. He looked across the wide path at the library. It was a squat building with arched windows and a fountain in front.

Trent had tried the tutors there numerous times. The girls seemed to fall in love with him immediately, no matter how shitty he treated them, and the guys were so nerdy and lame, he couldn’t fucking stand it!

In a last-minute desperation, he’d tried to buy off one of the tutors for answers to the final exam last semester. He’d had the fat nerd pinned against the wall in the library stairwell, cutting off his oxygen when the guy started wheezing about “Pressing charges” and “going to the paparazzi”.

Trent didn’t do that anymore.

Mitch had suggested he pick up chicks in lecture instead, but that had been a total disaster. He had to meet them more than once and Trent couldn’t bear to be around girls he’d fucked more than a couple times. It started to feel like a relationship, and he had never wanted to commit to any of the girls he’d ever hooked up with. They were needy, obsessed with his dad’s fame and his money, and he just got bored of them. Most of the girls that were willing to immediately jump into bed didn’t take good notes anyway or they couldn’t teach worth a shit. It was too much of a hassle.

Trent scowled as he passed the main quad on the right, thinking about his algebra teacher in the math corner. Math in general was Trent’s weakest subject.

He’d gotten the idea of approaching the instructors over the summer, but when he’d gone to each of them to feel them out before class started, it hadn’t gone as smoothly as planned. The TA that was handling the psych lecture had been more than happy to accept his money for a copy of both midterm and final exams, but nobody else had been receptive.

Especially Ethan. The Korean’s expression had turned icy the moment Trent had mentioned he wanted to make a friend who knew what was on the midterm…

Trent was totally out of options. He was going to have to actually study and he hadn’t done that in forever.

He was almost to the Raptor and he was anxious to get off campus. As he jogged down the slight incline to the parking lot, he thought about the other Korean in his class for a second time. The student.

Trent had caught the tiny boy looking at him more than once, but he hadn’t thought anything of it. The super brief exchange they’d shared in the main quad yesterday, however, under the red-roofed arcade, had been rather telling.

Trent didn’t know the boy’s name, but it was quite obvious the little Korean knew him, at least from sight alone. And it seemed like he’d been looking at Trent quite a bit.

He thought about the boy’s red, blushing cheeks as he opened the door to his truck. He chuckled to himself as he climbed in and got settled in the front seat. He looked out the windshield at the steady stream of students coming and going on the long path that bisected front campus in a loop. The oval.

Trent decided he’d approach the Korean boy tomorrow because he obviously had a weird, homo crush on Trent. And maybe he could use that to his advantage.

Trent smirked as he started the truck. He was confident about his persuasive skills. He could do this. Piece of fucking cake.

***

Trent slammed the door when he got back to the house. He was looking for attention, but he didn’t know who was home. Mitch’s Hummer was parked in the drive, but the garage was closed, and Lucas liked to park his Porsche in there, along with Vince’s rarely used Range Rover.

“Trent?” Mitch’s voice drifted from the living room.

Light streamed into the foyer from the large, clear windows on either side of the front door. The floors were white marble and continued up the floating staircase to Trent’s room. Trent strode past a large piece of modern art on the wall as he entered the living room on the left. He stepped down into the large, sunken room filled with windows.

Mitch and Lucas lounged in opposite corners of the white sectional couch wrapped around the electric fireplace recessed into the wall. Mitch chugged a beer and aggressively crushed the can. He tossed it carelessly on the low glass table cluttered with his other cans, then glanced over his shoulder at Trent. “Did you make it to class?”

Trent crossed his arms. “No.”

Mitch smirked as he looked down at his phone. “Told you not to get any classes before noon.”

“I didn’t wake up until two, dickhead,” Trent sneered. “Where’s the beer? Is that it?” He nodded at the case on the couch next to Mitch. It looked like it was empty.

“Relax. Vince is out with the family. I’m texting him to grab another case.”

Trent wrinkled his nose as he looked at Mitch’s mess on the coffee table. He looked around critically. To the right, two steps up from the sunken living room, the room continued and connected to the kitchen. A pool table, a pinball machine, and a dartboard were in its place. There was popcorn all over the pool table and old beers by the dartboard.

Trent glared at the TV over the fireplace. WWE Raw was on. A sexy blonde in a silver bikini pranced around the ring with a white card over her head. She smiled and strutted so her cute titties bounced. Mitch gazed at the screen with longing, but Lucas’s expression was neutral. Two giant meatheads, a monkey with long hair and a smaller guy with a buzzcut, squeezed under the ropes as the blonde reached the corner and ducked out of the way. The match began and Trent hopped over the couch and flopped down between the twins.

Lucas glanced at him from under his long blond lashes. “What happened? You look upset?”

“I had to meet with my advisor,” Trent sighed, and Lucas slid closer and patted him on the shoulder.

“Everything alright?”

Trent coolly assessed the blond’s expression. He and his brother weren’t identical, but they shared the same dark blue eyes and blond hair. Lucas’s face had a delicateness to it that Mitch’s did not. His nose was small and upturned. He had a slim jawline and was obsessed with keeping himself clean shaven. He had a sweet smile, perfect white teeth, and deep dimples everyone said were ‘cute’. His blond hair was short and styled in the front.

Trent’s gaydar had been going off since high school but Lucas fucked girls like the rest of them. Trent had seen him in action many times.

“I’m on academic probation,” he said casually.

Lucas gasped. “Are you serious?!”

Mitch chuckled as he took the last beer out of the case. He tossed the box after his last can and it ricocheted off the table and tumbled to the floor, taking a can or two with it.

Trent glared at him.

“What? Lizzie’s coming tomorrow. Who cares,” Mitch said lazily. He leaned back and cracked his beer. His brow furrowed as he gazed at the TV and guzzled his drink. “This is fucking boring.”

Trent looked blankly at the screen. “Want to go to Seth’s?”

“Love to but I can’t.” Mitch huffed. “I’m supposed to pick up Audrey tonight.”

Trent rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you fuck with that bitch. Virgins suck in bed.”

“Not this virgin,” Mitch said with a smirk. “She’ll try anything I ask, she’s desperate to make me happy, and I never have to worry about her catching me cheating because she can’t fucking go anywhere!” he cackled. “She’s the perfect girlfriend!”

Lucas shook his head. “You’re a total asshole.”

“So what?” Mitch finished his beer and crushed the can. “Fuck it. As soon as Vince comes back, let’s go to Seth’s. I’ll leave from there to grab Audrey. It’ll be fine.”

Trent nodded. “I’m in.”

“But what about class tomorrow?” Lucas gazed at Trent with concern in his deep-blue eyes. “I told you to set an alarm when you went up to bed last night. You told me to—”

“Fuck off,” Trent growled. “Fuck me,” he muttered. “I remember that.”

Mitch leaned over to punch him hard on the bicep. “Sucks to be you! I did pretty good on the midterms.”

Trent knocked his hand away. “You’re so goddamn stupid, I don’t know how you pulled it off.”

“Audrey had me join those study groups, remember,” Mitch said with a laugh. “I’m fucking a different girl from every one of them and my grades have never been better!”

Trent curled his lip. Mitch was a horny motherfucker. He fancied himself a real man’s man and liked when he was surrounded in pussy. But Trent hated that. He could get almost any girl on campus to drop her panties if he wanted. He didn’t need to sift through study groups. Besides, he’d already decided to approach the Korean in algebra. “So what do these cunts do for your grades?”

“We meet in the study groups,” Mitch said. “So you go to a couple sessions and browse the selection. You make your pick, lay on the moves, then profit! These dumb bitches want to help you.”

Trent rolled his eyes. “Waste of time,” he grumbled. “How many bitches do you have on the side anyway?”

“A handful,” Mitch said smugly. “They share notes. They help you make flash cards. They have lists and lists of practice questions. It’s the kind of shit you need to pass an exam.”

“I’m not doing all that bullshit,” Trent frowned.

“Then pick up a bitch in lecture. Fuck the study groups,” Mitch suggested.

Trent growled at him. “You told me that last year. I had three girlfriends fighting over me at once.”

Mitch chuckled. “How the fuck did I forget that? Jesus Christ, you really know how to pick ‘em,” he snorted.

Trent glared at the TV screen. Buzzcut had the monkey in a headlock but he was struggling to keep him pinned.

“Who’s the smarter man now?” Mitch said with a snicker. “I got an 85 on the Intro to Conflict exam. You? Total fail.” He gave Trent a playful shove.

Trent snatched Mitch’s wrist and viciously twisted his arm.

“Oww, oww, owww!” Mitch cried, turning his whole body with his arm. “Let go, let go!”

Trent smirked at him meanly. He held the dickhead’s arm like that for a moment, then released him.

“Fuck you!” Mitch shouted. He launched his can at the TV, and it pinged harmlessly off the screen. “One of these fucking days I’m not going to pull my punches anymore!” Mitch vaulted over the back of the couch. “Dick!” he yelled as he stormed into the foyer and disappeared down the hallway.

Trent listened as his footfalls faded away.

“He’s a psycho.” Lucas looked after his brother. “Watch out.”

“I’ve known you losers since high school,” Trent said dismissively. “He’s a little bitch.”

Lucas bit his lip to hide his smile. “I’m going to start calling you an hour before your first class. I’ll blow you up like a million times until you wake up.”

“Wouldn’t have helped today,” Trent muttered. “My phone was down in the kitchen.”

“What are we going to do with you?” Lucas shook his head and smiled fondly. “Even Mitch has a class before eleven and he manages to show up pretty consistently.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Trent grumbled, glaring at the TV. The big monkey with long, curly hair had the guy with the buzzcut on the floor now. Buzzcut kicked his legs like a frog. “I have to get a tutor. My advisor wants names, too, so I have to actually do it,” he muttered as Lucas nodded with sympathy.

“You know, you could study with us if you wanted,” Lucas said slowly. “Maybe you should go with Mitch to his Intro to Conflict group.”

“Maybe,” Trent grumbled. “

Lucas got up. “If we’re going to Seth’s house, then I want to get a shower first.”

Trent watched him go. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

He watched wrestling for a couple minutes, then turned it off and went upstairs to change into a loose tee and gym shorts. He went down to the fifth bedroom off the long hallway leading from the kitchen. They’d turned it into a gym, and they had a bunch of shit from NordicTrack, a strength trainer, a treadmill, an elliptical, and a set of barbells and kettle balls. There was another large TV on the back wall and tall windows at the back of the room looked out on the side yard thick with trees.

Trent turned on ESPN and jumped on the treadmill for an hour. Then he ripped his t-shirt off and worked on the weights for another thirty minutes. There was a full-length mirror next to the TV and Trent alternated between watching his muscles flex and catching up on the latest sports gossip.

He was just finishing up when Lucas stepped into the room with a frosty bottle of Gatorade. He’d changed into a salmon button down and fitted white pants. Trent raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. “Vince’s back,” Lucas said, handing him the Gatorade.

“I’ve gotta grab a shower first.” Trent cracked it open and took a healthy swig.

Lucas smiled slowly as he looked Trent up and down. “Vince’s little sister wants to say hi.”

Trent wiped his mouth and capped his drink. “I thought Vince drove.”

“Nope, the Rover’s in the garage. Big Buck and little Suzie are in the living room.”

Trent strode to the treadmill where he’d left the remote. He shut off the TV with a sigh.

They left the workout room and Trent stepped ahead of Lucas. He was easily the tallest of his friends at 6”3’ and his stride was longer than the other boy’s.

Lucas glanced at Trent’s bare chest as he hurried to keep up. Trent’s upper body was smooth and sleek. He was addicted to keeping himself in shape. His pecs were well padded and led down to a neat belly, rippled with muscle, and a trim waist. His chest was hairless, and the warm brown skin was still slick with perspiration. “Maybe you should put a shirt on,” Lucas said casually.

Trent sneered. “They’re in my goddamn house.”

“They pay a portion of the rent, too, you know.”

Trent rolled his eyes.

“…Goff’s on a real hot streak. He just keeps breaking records.” Big Buck’s voice trumpeted from the living room. “He’s setting himself up nicely for a pay raise. We’re already looking at contracts for next season.”

“Looks like the Rams have the play-offs locked down,” Trent said coolly as he stepped into the room. The TV was on, muted with closed captions on the bottom half of the screen. ESPN. The same shit Trent had been watching in the other room. Mitch’s beer cans were in the same place he’d left them earlier. Crushed and scattered across the coffee table. “Definitely means more money in your pocket.”

Big Buck looked over his shoulder, but it was difficult due to the fact he didn’t have a neck. He had Vince beat on the jowls. There were three chins below his first. “Did you see the game Monday night? He lit it up for almost 500 yards.”

“Fucking amazing,” Trent said as he took a seat on the end of the couch, closest to the TV. Lucas had stayed in the hall. He watched at a distance. “Not to mention his five touch downs.”

Big Buck sat directly across from the TV, on the long section of the couch. He had a huge grin on his sweaty face and his ugly daughter, Susan, was on his left, while Vince, his fat son, was on his right. Buck was in a gray Armani suit, but it wasn’t fitted. The buttons bulged as the fabric stretched across his chest and stomach. It was narrow on the shoulders and the slacks rode up in his crotch, so his black socks were exposed. He had tiny, brown eyes, wispy gray hair he combed over his bare scalp, and his face was incredibly fat and red.

“The 49ers defense was tough,” Big Buck commented.

“But Goff was unstoppable.” Trent uncapped his Gatorade. He tipped his head back and took a long drink. He made a show out of it and pressed his chest out and held his abs in. Without fail, all three of the fat people on the couch gazed at him with appreciation. Trent swallowed and licked his moist bottom lip. “No matter where he threw it, he found an open receiver. Excellent game.”

Buck chuckled with agreement as Little Suzie continued to gaze upon Trent’s exposed upper body. She was a year or two older than Vince, but she was on the slow side, and that was putting it nicely. She had short curly hair that looked like an 80’s perm-gone-bad and was on the heavy side, like her father and brother, and shared the same pudgy facial features. Suzie had a small Styrofoam box in her lap and her painted fingers were gripping it adamantly. She watched Trent with tangible excitement.

Buck leaned over his wide knees. “You’ve been following the Dodgers, right?”

“Of course.” Trent capped his drink again and wedged it between his thighs. He played absently with the cap as Suzie’s eyes drifted down to his lap. She watched his fingers slowly work the orange knob round and round. Her piggy tongue poked out between her lips and Vince, who was gazing at his sister in horror, swung his gaze to Trent as he continued to tease the girl. Vince’s eyes narrowed.

“That’s my boy!” Buck said proudly. Then he cut his gaze to his scowling son. “My own damn son isn’t interested in sports talk. He can’t even hold a conversation.”

Vince frowned deeply.

“I was asking him about another one of my guys at lunch,” Buck complained. “Cody Bellinger.”

“He’s a beast on first base,” Trent said. “He’s on pace for over 50 home runs and chasing down DiMaggio’s record for consecutive hits.”

Buck nodded. “He’s a star. One of our best clients.”

Trent grabbed the top of his bottle and slid to the edge of the couch. The gym shorts pulled tight against his dick as he spread his thighs. “He’s really making a name for himself,” he agreed as he set his bottle on the floor and casually rested his muscled forearm on his knee. Little Suzie looked down at the lump against his inner thigh and started to giggle. Vince’s expression darkened.

“He’s lining my pockets!” Buck cackled, his eyes on the TV as his fat chins shook with the hilarity. “His agent’s looking at off-season negotiations today. The more money he makes, the more we make.”

Trent nodded and glanced at the TV again. They were talking about the Dodgers now. Trent didn’t like to study, but he did keep abreast on currents sports topics. When they’d befriended Vince freshman year, Buck had started coming around with lavish care packages, dragging his adult, mentally handicapped daughter with him.

Trent was drawn to Buck’s money and his power. He wanted the same for himself and Buck seemed to sense that in him, just like Trent sensed his desire for an heir. Although Buck did the upmost best for his children, he was disappointed in them, and with his wife long dead from breast cancer, Trent was the next best thing.

Buck sat back in his seat and glared at his son, but Vince was oblivious. He stared at Trent, his eyes narrowed into thin, angry slits as his brows furrowed impressively. Buck sighed heavily as he looked back at the TV. “I just wish my son was more interested in the family business.”

“I am, dad,” Vince grumbled. “I’m majoring in sports management, too.”

“You might want to get interested in the actual sports part of your studies,” Buck grumbled. “You had absolutely nothing to add to that conversation just now?”

Vince ground his teeth together. “I don’t have time to watch sports.”

“Trent makes the time. He knows what’s going on in the world,” Buck said. “Who cares about your writing project? You should be hounding me about an internship, like Trent. He emailed me beginning of the semester and I’m going to make sure he gets a spot next summer. I just want to make sure he gets his grades up.” Buck turned to Trent again and Trent felt his blood turn to ice. “How did midterms go, Trent? Did you see any improvement from last semester?”

Trent hesitated.

Vince smiled at him evilly. “He got a call from the advisors office this afternoon. After he missed class—”

“Sarah just wanted to check in,” Trent said loudly as he narrowed his eyes on the fat boy over the cluttered coffee table. “I got my GPA over 2.0 so I don’t need to meet with her anymore.”

Buck clapped Vince on the back. “See? He’s on the right track.”

Vince grumbled something under his breath.

“Well, we’d better get out of your hair,” Buck said, and he wobbled his fat ass to the edge of the couch as he looked disapprovingly at Mitch’s beer cans. “Help me up, Vince,” he grunted, and Vince got up and took his father’s hand. Big Buck groaned as he hauled himself to his feet. He then spent a moment picking the trousers out of his crotch. He turned to his daughter and gestured impatiently to the box. “Give him that damned pastry already.”

Suzie got up as a big grin stretched across her face. “I brought you a sweet roll,” she said, shuffling around the cluttered coffee table with the take-out box. “When I saw it on the dessert tray, I knew I had to get it for you.”

Trent stood to take the box from the girl. He opened it. “That looks really good.” But it really didn’t. Not to Trent, anyway. It was a cinnamon-glazed monstrosity, but he tore a small piece off the corner and popped it in his mouth. “Oh, wow, yum. Why did you think of me?” he chuckled.

“Because your sweet and gooey and warm,” Suzie giggled. “But you’re missing the glaze.”

Trent licked his fingers. “Bring some next time. I could pull off the frosted look.”

Suzie smacked her thigh and snorted like a pig. Over her head, Vince folded his arms and glared at Trent.

“Susan,” Buck called as he stepped around the couch. He gave Lucas a glance but didn’t otherwise acknowledge him. “Leave that poor boy alone.”

“Okay dad!” Suzie straightened and gave Trent a wink. “Bye Trent!”

Trent held up a hand in farewell.

Suzie toddled after her dad and Buck put an arm around her. “See you next week, Vince,” he said over his shoulder.

Trent tossed the takeout box on the coffee table as soon as they left. He fell back on the couch and kicked up his feet

Vince glared at him. “I don’t like when you do that to her.”

“Do what?” Trent snagged the remote from Buck’s empty seat. The cushion was hot, and Trent wrinkled his nose in disgust. He turned the sound on the TV and watched with a bored look on his face.

Vince clenched his hands into fists. “I don’t like when you fucking tease her like that!”

“You’re making shit up,” Trent said dismissively. “You need to relax.”

Vince grumbled something that was lost under the blazing ESPN soundtrack. He looked deeply unhappy.

Trent frowned at the TV. They were exiting to commercial and he clicked it off and stood again. He looked down at the mess, the Gatorade, the beer cans, the sweet roll he wasn’t going to eat. “I swear to god, you bitches are so goddamn lucky Lizzie’s coming by in the morning. I’m sick to death of your dirty asses.” He stormed out of the room without looking in Vince’s direction.

As he strode into the hall, Lucas gave him a pointed look. His eyebrows raised in question.

“Fuck you,” Trent snapped. “Get everyone ready to go. I need a goddamn drink!”

Lucas nodded.

Trent ran upstairs and down the hall to his bathroom. When he reached the door, he kicked off his tennis shoes and ripped his shorts down.

He turned the water on and hopped in the shower and oh god it felt amazing. The water soothed his sore muscles like nothing else. He rested an arm against the tiled wall and stood so it pounded over his neck and shoulders. Then he looked down at the thick cock hanging between his thighs.

It was half-hard, and little tingles of pleasure sparked through his shaft as water dripped from his swollen head. Trent wrapped his big fingers around the base with a groan. His eyes fell partway shut as he began to stroke himself.

Trent worked his cock under the spray of warm water, his hand gliding along the rigid shaft with ease. His cock jumped against his palm, eager for attention, and he fisted himself and squeezed the sensitive head as the pleasure climbed and his erection reached its full size.

Trent peeled his eyes open with a moan and gazed down at his monstrous cock. He smirked with satisfaction and pumped his fist up and down with confidence as his cock filled with blood and turned a dark pink. The rigid shaft pulsed with need and he gasped as he pressed his fingers into the thick vein under the head.

Trent didn’t remember much about his real dad. He was a towering, black guy with an explosive anger. Trent hated the fucker. But he gave the guy props for passing along his big, black dick.

He closed his eyes again as a desire to fuck and to spill his seed gathered in his belly. He pulled his cock with long, measured strokes and groaned as the length responded with deep, pleasurable pulses that he felt all the way down to his heavy balls.

He rested his forehead against the tiled wall and used his hips. He fucked his hand with abandon, grunting in time with his balls slapping into the pad of his hand with every hip stroke. The muscles flexed in his abs as he sped up his efforts to come. The noises bounced around the wet tiles.

“Ahhhh, fuuuck,” Trent gasped as his come sprayed across the tile. There was a brief moment of absolute bliss and Trent rode the waves of pleasure for as long as he could with the water beating on his back.

Trent had an enormously high sex drive. He felt the need to masturbate multiple times throughout the day, but since starting college he’d been able to keep it down to shower times and right before bed.

Unless he could find pussy because that was his preference. He carried packs of condoms like he carried credit cards, in his wallet and always on hand. He didn’t trust bitches who said they were on the pill. He’d had a pregnancy scare in high school and wasn’t willing to repeat it.

But easy pussy was so hard to come by anymore. Everyone knew who he was. Chase had made him keep a low-profile when he’d been younger, but over the last three years, with the explosion of Chase's last two movies, it was impossible to avoid the limelight. Trent didn’t deal with the paparazzi much, but there’d been a big public spectacle when he had moved out of the penthouse in L.A. for Stanford.

In his first semester at school, Trent had plowed his way through the majority of the female population. The beddable ones, anyway. He hadn’t gone a day without a new pussy to wet his dick. It had been glorious, but when he’d started having to go back for seconds that’s when things had got tricky.

There were wild jealousies, rumors, fights. Trent had spent a month locked in his room, beating off and getting his classwork through email because he didn’t want to deal with the drama. He just wanted to get his rocks off, but these females thought they owned him.

Trent finished his shower and dried off in front of the mirror. He’d improved his physique a hundred-fold since leaving high school. He had all the right clothes. His hair was styled by professionals. He was gorgeous. He understood the fuss, but the underlying motives of his one-night stands had been pressing on his mind lately.

Over the summer, some freshman bitch had made a sex tape. It wasn’t good. Trent and the girl were fucking in the dark, nothing crazy, but she’d put it online and when TMZ picked up the story, Chase had been pissed.

Now this shit with Ivy… They’d hooked up at the first party of the semester and she’d been stalking him ever since. He’d fucked her a few more times out of pity, but he was so not interested in a relationship. She was need personified.

He left the bathroom naked and went to his closet. He browsed the wide selection of name brand garments and finally decided on jeans that fit him loose in the hips and a black sleeveless shirt that showed off his arms. He added a belt as he went back into the bathroom to do his hair. He ran some product through his curls and winked at his reflection because he looked good. As usual. He tossed his tennis shoes back in the closet and stepped into his white chucks.

Trent met his friends in the kitchen. Mitch was pre-gaming at the table. He had a new case of beer in front of him and an open can in his hand. Lucas was beside him, doing something on his phone, and Vince sat across the room on a barstool at the kitchen island. He had his chin in his hand as he looked gloomily out the window over the sink.

Trent crossed his arms. “Are we ready to go or what?”

Lucas looked up from his phone. “We were waiting for you.”

“Who’s driving?”

“We should drive separate,” Lucas said. “I’ll drive Vince and I in the Porsche, Mitch will take his Hummer, and you go in your truck.”

Trent wrinkled his nose. “Why are we going separate?”

“Because you’ll hook up with somebody and Mitch has to leave before midnight to get his girlfriend.”

“Then I’ll go with you!”

Lucas shook his head. “Don’t make us wait around for you again. We’ve all got class in the morning.”

Trent sneered. He had Intro to Conflict at noon. He couldn’t miss class again. “I have class, too.”

“Yeah, but you have no concept of time when you’re in party-mode.” Lucas smiled at him. “Please, just spare us the hassle.”

Trent sighed. “Alright.”

Mitch stood up. He was wobbly on his feet and he tipped his head back grandly to finish his beer. He burped obnoxiously. “Let’s go!”

Trent turned and stalked into the hall. He’d been waiting around for these assholes for hours and now he was driving himself. He snatched his keys off the table by the door and shoved his way outside. He was irritated. He was going to drive like a beast.

***

Seth had a bungalow on the outskirts of Palo Alto. It was in an old neighborhood with huge trees lining the weathered sidewalk. The front yard of Seth’s house was crazily overgrown with native grasses. Thick, mossy vines and other creeping plants grew along the covered porch and crawled up the siding.

Trent was the first one to arrive and he parked along the curb. A large tree with drooping branches grew along the devil’s strip and the roots pushed up the sidewalk in two places. He peered through the branches and saw the porch light was on. Seth was open for business.

Older kids in the dorms had brought them to one of Seth’s parties early their first semester. Seth had never been a Stanford student, but he was a Palo Alto native and he sold the best drugs on campus. It was rumored his dad was the dean of the school, but he only laughed when you brought it up. He’d never give a straight answer.

Seth was a stoner by choice. He had brown, shaggy hair that was often unkempt, his honey-brown eyes were blood-shot out of habit, and his usual attire consisted of fuzzy robes and house slippers. He was laid-back. He liked to live the party life and he had people over all the time. There was always something going on at Seth’s house.

The other guys thought Seth was cool, but Trent had always been standoffish with him. Seth was openly bisexual. He had weird sex with both genders and had joked on more than one occasion how much he wanted to get in bed with Trent.

He gave blowjobs out for fun. Trent heard you could ask him for one, and he’d do it. No questions asked.

But Trent wasn’t the slightest bit interested. He wasn’t desperate like that and he definitely wasn’t in the mood to put up with any of Seth’s gay bullshit tonight. He put his seat back and turned the radio up. It was a song by the Weeknd. He jumped in and sang along.

“All that money, the money is the motive

All that money, the money she be folding

Girl put in work, girl, girl put in work…”

Trent closed his eyes as the music flowed through his body. His voice was rich and smooth. He could belt out the highest notes and hold them for as long as he wanted, he kept up easily with the fluctuations in pitch, and his tone was strong and clear.

“Push it to the limit

Push it through the pain

I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game

A virgin to that money

A virgin to the fame

So this my only—”

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Trent jerked upright.

Lucas waved at him through the window while Vince waited behind him with his arms crossed. He looked down the street, a scowl on his face.

Trent turned the music down and grumbled angrily under his breath as he cut the engine. He climbed out of the truck.

“Why didn’t you go in?” Lucas asked.

“Because I’m not in the mood to get groped.”

Vince snorted, but when Trent glanced at him, he was gazing down the street. His lips were pressed into a thin, white line.

Trent pushed past Lucas and started for the house. The other two fell into step behind him. They took the cracked sidewalk up to the bungalow.

“Wonder where Mitch is,” Lucas said as they started up the front walk.

“Probably trying to pick up a random girl on the corner,” Vince grumbled.

Trent snorted with amusement and leapt up the two steps to the front porch. The overgrown canopy of vines cut off the view of the street behind them. He went to the door and rang the bell. He waited a few beats then pressed it a second time.

“There he is,” Lucas muttered behind him.

Trent glanced over his shoulder and saw Mitch’s Hummer pulling up behind the Raptor. The door opened and Trent turned just in time to receive an armful of fuzz. “What the hell?”

“Trent! Nobody told me you were coming!” Seth squeezed Trent’s middle and rocked him back and forth. Trent pushed against him, growling, but Seth clutched him tighter. “What an excellent surprise!”

Vince sniggered behind him and Trent shoved Seth hard in the chest.

“Woah,” the stoner stumbled back and wacked his head on the mirror behind the door. He touched his head gingerly and looked over his shoulder. “Jesus, I almost broke my mirror.”

Trent shouldered through the door and made a left down the narrow front hall. It opened into a spacious sitting room with a large picture window obscured from the outside with bushes and leaves.

The house was in a general state of disrepair. It was a combination of laziness and nonstop partying. There was a set of brown, threadbare couches around a TV set with a fucked-up display. There was a weird after effect with the picture. Bright images stayed burned on the screen long after they were initially presented. It was annoying.

A couple stained armchairs were at the back of the room on either side of a standing lamp, the shade askew, and an old stereo system was by the door into the kitchen. The place had been picked up recently, but the task wasn’t complete. A collection of used plastic cups were stacked on top of the stereo, a grocery bag with old beer cans was beside the armchair, and a pile of weed was on the coffee table in front of the TV. Seth’s bong was beside it. It looked like it was ready to go.

Seth trailed after Trent. He watched him with half-lidded eyes. “You want the first hit, baby?”

Trent went to the couch and took a seat. He looked at the mess on the table and spotted Seth’s Bic. A glittery Playboy symbol was on the front and Trent rolled his eyes as he picked it up and flashed the flame. He grabbed the bong and leaned back as he put his mouth over the piece. He burned the green bud in the bowl and inhaled as the chamber filled with smoke.

Seth sat beside him. He was in a navy robe and fuzzy gray slippers. He batted his eyelashes at Trent and gestured to the bong.

Trent took his mouth away from the piece and handed it over. He watched Seth take a long pull. He sat back with his cheeks puffed out. Trent let his out his lungful as he watched Seth inhale.

Lucas and Mitch came into the room, followed closely by Vince. He was still in a bad mood and he wore an ugly pout that made his puffy face look even more unattractive than it normally did. Mitch’s cheeks were flushed with intoxication and he laughed when he saw the bong was out.

“Sweet!” He rushed around the couch and took the seat on Trent’s other side. “Pass, pass, pass,” he chanted.

Seth handed the bong over Trent’s lap. Mitch reached for it and missed, falling into Trent sloppily. Trent scowled at him.

Mitch righted himself and reached for the lighter next. “Flame me!”

Trent tossed him the lighter with a huff. It fell into the space between the couch and the cushion.

“Dick!” Mitch cried as he fumbled for the lighter.

Lucas and Vince took seats on the other couch catty-corner to the first. Vince folded his chubby arms over his tummy and glared at the TV. Lucas crossed his legs primly and took out his phone.

Mitch released an epic cloud of smoke and instantly began to wheeze and cough. “Fuck me! Whoooh!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “When are the girls coming? You’re having a party tonight, right?”

“A modest get-together. The big-shebang is planned for tomorrow,” Seth said pompously. “The masses want to celebrate the end of midterms. I shall comply.”

“What does modest mean?” Lucas asked. He didn’t look up from his phone, but he was smiling.

“A few close friends, and friends of theirs, I’d imagine,” Seth said.

“Lots of pussy, I hope,” Mitch said and then he released a burp. “Who wants this!” he asked loudly, waving the bong around.

Vince stood up and Mitch made a big deal out of handing the lighter to him. He pressed it firmly into Vince’s palm and then sat back, glaring at Trent with his dark blue eyes.

Trent ignored him. He looked at the TV. “What are we watching?”

“A movie,” Seth said as Channing Tatum came on the screen.

“This is that strip club movie,” Trent sneered. “Gay.”

Mitch snickered. “What else would you expect from Stanford’s biggest stoner? Fast and the Furious?” He dissolved into laughter.

Trent rolled his eyes. He was anxious for the party to begin. This was a bunch of bullshit.

***

Within the hour, Seth had three girls at the door, freshman, and he let them in on his way upstairs to get some poppers. The girls squeezed onto the couch between Trent and Mitch.

“I’m putting this on Instagram,” the blonde bimbo said. She was on Mitch’s other side, and her girlfriend was between Mitch and Trent, but she wasn’t shy about leaning over Mitch and laying in her girlfriend’s lap to get her shot. She held her phone in front of everybody. “Smile!”

Trent grimaced for the camera. “Where’s the beer?”

Lucas got up. “I’ll check the fridge.”

Trent ground his teeth together while the girls chatted and passed the bong around. He took another hit when it was his turn, but it wasn’t calming him down like it usually did. He was tense.

Seth came back with a baggie of pills. “Who said beer? There’s a case in the fridge.”

Lucas came out of the kitchen with a 24-pack.

“Finally,” Trent muttered. “Bring it over. Quick.”

Lucas dashed across the room to bring him a can. He ripped the cardboard open and handed one over at once.

Trent cracked his beer and took a long drink. He sighed as his thirst was quenched. He enjoyed his beer and relaxed as he listened to the girls’ frivolous small talk.

***

It was getting close to midnight and the party had spilled into the kitchen and down into the basement. There were more couches down there and a wobbly pool table, but Trent wasn’t interested. He had the blonde freshman from earlier in his lap and she was grinding her ass against his erection. The party raged around them with music, laughter, clouds of smoke and beer galore. The other guys had disappeared at some point. Everyone was doing their thing.

He grabbed the girl’s hips and thrust his dick against her warm butt. She still had her panties on, but her skirt was pulled up. He hadn’t caught her name, but she probably didn’t care.

Trent looped an arm around the girl’s middle and pulled her back into his chest. He hissed in her ear. “Let’s go upstairs.”

She shivered. “Not yet. Let me finish my beer.”

Trent reached between the girl’s thighs and rubbed her pussy as he growled. “Chug it. I’m gonna pop any minute.”

The girl squirmed in his lap. She tossed her head back and her hair spilled over Trent’s shoulder. Trent latched onto her neck and tasted her bare skin. It was warm and sweaty, and his cock twitched with interest as she groaned against his chest.

“Yuuugh!” The blonde lurched backward, and her can went flying. Beer went everywhere.

Trent leapt up in surprise. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell on the redhead behind the couch.

Ivy had the blonde by the hair. There were tears in her eyes. Her mouth gaped wide and horrible as she shook the blonde’s head frantically back and forth. She began to shriek. “Is this what you want?! You want this blonde bitch?!”

Trent gaped at the redhead as the blonde screamed and screamed. “Trent!” She was bent halfway over the couch and her legs kicked wildly. Her skirt was around her waist and her white panties were exposed.

Everyone was drunk. People started laughing. Some dickhead fumbled to get his phone out and when he did, he held it in front of him and smiled hugely. He was making a movie.

“How can you do this to me?! I love you!” Ivy shouted. “Why won’t you answer my texts anymore!”

Trent’s face darkened as laughter bounced around the room. “We are not dating. We fucked. Three times!”

“No!” Ivy stamped her foot and wrenched the blonde’s hair as hard as she could. The girl screeched in pain. “It was more than a fuck!”

Trent bared his teeth. “I’m moving on, you fucking psycho! I don’t want you!”

Ivy raged at the top of her lungs. The sounds coming from her mouth were unintelligible.

Mitch rushed in from the kitchen. He stumbled into the door and threw out a hand to steady himself. “No fucking way! You again!”

Ivy yanked the blonde all the way over the couch.

“Aiiiieee!”

Ivy spun for the door and tried to run but the same two sorority girls from the main court blocked her exit. The tall brunette grabbed her shoulders and whispered something in her ear.

“What’s going on!” Mitch shouted. He looked to Trent for direction, his nostrils flared, and his face screwed up with rage. His t-shirt was on backwards, too, and his fly was undone. He was a hot mess.

Ivy vanished with the second sorority girl, but the brunette stayed behind. She folded her arms and met Trent’s eyes with a steely gaze. She gestured over her shoulder for Trent to follow and Trent stepped around the couch.

“Where are you going?” Mitch snapped.

“Stay there!” Trent yelled over the partygoer’s heads. The blonde’s friends were comforting her and there were other people clustering around, trying to get the story. He met Mitch’s eyes and shook his head. Mitch threw up his hands but stayed put.

The brunette was halfway to the door and Trent strode after her quickly. They stepped out the front and onto the porch. It was dark out and the sound of crocuses filled the night. Trent shut the door behind him, and the noise of the party faded.

He turned to the sorority girl, his arms crossed, as he assessed her face in the yellow glow from the porch light. She was quite beautiful, and Trent was a little confused, because he was sure he’d never seen her before, and he had an eye for attractive faces.

She was much taller than Trent liked, but her hair was neatly curled at the ends and she had large brown eyes, a button nose, and a lovely mouth. She had a nice body and was dressed in tiny black shorts and a hot pink Chi Omega shirt.

When she spoke, her tone was serious. “Can I ask you a question.”

Trent quirked an eyebrow. “Go ahead.”

“Did you text Ivy tonight?”

Trent pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He unlocked the screen and pulled up his messages with Ivy. He stepped closer so the sorority girl could see. “I didn’t block her, but she’s been muted for over a week.” He scrolled through a long list of gray boxes from Ivy. There was nothing from Trent.

The brunette nodded. “I kind of figured.”

“How’d she find me?” Trent grumbled.

“I don’t know. Were you on social media tonight?”

Trent frowned, thinking of the freshman inside. “I think I got tagged in something.”

“There you go,” said the brunette. “She lied to me. She told us…she swore up and down you’d messaged her and that you wanted her here.”

Trent put his phone away.

The brunette looked out toward the street. “Ivy isn’t Chi Omega material.”

Trent studied the sorority girl with a calculating gaze. “What’s your name?”

The brunette turned back in surprise.

“She just cockblocked me.” Trent smiled slowly. “Excuse me if I chat you up a little.”

Sorority girl laughed. “I’m Maggie.” She stretched out her hand. “Wish we could have met on better terms, but nice to meet you.”

“Trent,” Trent said as he took Maggie’s hand. “But I guess you already knew that,” he chuckled as they shook on it. Maggie started to pull away, but Trent held onto her. Maggie raised an eyebrow.

“If you came home with me right now, that’d really help me out.”

Maggie tugged her hand away. “I’m sure that’d be convenient for you. But no, thanks.”

Trent ground his teeth together, but he kept his cool. “I’m serious,” he said smoothly. He nodded toward the street and the line of cars parked on both sides of the curb. “Ivy’s out there in one of those cars, right? She’s watching us.”

Maggie sighed. “Yeah?”

“What are you going to do with her? Take her back to the sorority house?”

“She lives in the dorms with the rest of the freshmen.” Maggie curled her lip. “She hasn’t finished her pledge duties yet. She’s been too busy chasing you around.”

Trent chuckled.

“I’m Ivy’s big sister. I’m mentoring her,” Maggie said slowly. “I take my job very seriously and to be honest, I’m appalled by what I’ve seen in the past few days.”

“Are you going to get her kicked out?” Trent asked casually.

“Absolutely. I’ll bring this to the other girls’ attention tonight.”

Trent pulled out his most charming smile. “Sure it couldn’t wait until the morning?”

Maggie sighed. “Listen, there’s an entire party of girls in there. I’ve got other things on my mind.”

“I get it.” Trent shrugged and Maggie watched him closely with her sharp gaze. “But what am I supposed to do about Ivy? I have a feeling she isn’t going away.”

Maggie frowned. “I’m not sure that’s my problem anymore.”

“Oh, come on,” Trent huffed. He was starting to get annoyed. “If we left together, right here, it’ll destroy her,” he said adamantly. “You’ll help me drive a stake in her heart. It’s the least you can do.”

Maggie slowly shook her head. “I’ve got other responsibilities. I’m in charge of a lot of girls.”

That explained where Maggie had been hiding. Some of these Stanford girls were so future oriented and career driven, it made their cunts dry up so the space between their legs turned into a barren wasteland. A desert full of tumbleweeds.

“Maybe I could just offer you a drink,” Trent said coolly, giving it one last try. He was so desperate to get his rocks off, he’d take anybody at this point. “A drink and a dip in the jacuzzi.”

Maggie chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t have a suit.”

“I have like five spares in the pool house.”

“That’s cute,” Maggie giggled. “How charming.”

Trent smirked at her. “And when you’re ready to leave, I’ll get you an Uber. My treat.”

Maggie looked out toward the street. “I don’t know….”

“I promise you’ll enjoy yourself,” Trent said in a deep, husky voice. “And you’d really be doing me a huge favor.” He stepped closer and moved into Maggie’s personal space. “I’ll be eternally indebted to Chi Omega.”

Maggie laughed nervously as she swept her sweet-smelling hair behind her ear. “Are you just saying that, or do you mean it?”

Her eyes were maybe an inch or so below Trent’s, but it wasn’t enough. He didn’t feel like he had the upper hand. “Cross my heart,” he said with a wicked grin.

Maggie looked deeply into Trent’s eyes. She hesitated and her hair fell from behind her ear. “Maybe for a little bit…”

Trent reached up and ghosted his fingertips along Maggie’s cheek. Gently, he brushed her hair back to its place behind her ear. He cupped the back of her neck as he urged Maggie closer.

Maggie gasped as Trent claimed her lips.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

BEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Trent pulled away.

“Trennnnt!” Ivy’s muffled screams came from a dark colored Jeep across the street. She laid on the horn, while the sorority girl from earlier tried to wrestle her back into the passenger seat.

Trent scowled at the stupid bitch. He laced his fingers through Maggie’s and tugged her arm. “Let’s go.”

Maggie dawdled for a moment, looking helplessly after the Jeep, but then she stepped after Trent and followed him down the stairs.

The window on the Jeep went down as they walked past. “What are you doing?” The other sorority girl hissed. Trent had barely noticed her. She wasn’t attractive. She had terrible acne.

“Trent!” Ivy shrieked. “Trent! Help me!”

The acne girl quickly rolled up the window and threw herself over the redhead. The two girls disappeared in the front seat and the truck began to rock.

Maggie laughed.

Trent threw an arm over her shoulders, or rather, around her back, because she was too tall for that.

Maggie pulled her phone out of the waistband of her tiny shorts. “I better send her a text. She’s going to lose her mind.”

Trent pulled her along as she typed out a message. Fucking Ivy had almost ruined his night.

***

He took Maggie back to the house and fucked her until dawn.

After she left, Trent snoozed until 10:30.

BZZT, BZZT, BZZT

BZZT, BZZT, BZZT

BZZT, BZZT, BZZT

Trent threw his covers off in a huff. He’d left his phone on the bedside table after getting Maggie an Uber and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed to check the screen.

He growled. It was Lucas.

“What?!”

“Are you up already? Great!” Lucas said sweetly. “Good morning, sunshine!”

Trent hung up.

He pissed and then climbed into the shower. He jerked himself off under the water. Trent was still horny. He must have come three times last night, but it didn’t feel like it. His dick pulsed eagerly in his fist and he worked it quickly as his breath caught in his throat. He came explosively with a yell.

Trent got dressed and went downstairs for an energy drink. The kitchen was empty, and the house was quiet. He wondered if everybody had made it home last night as he drank a Red Bull over the sink.

He wished he had time to work out, but class started in thirty minutes. Somehow, an hour had passed, and Trent grabbed his bag, packed his books, and sprinted out the door.

He made it to campus in under ten minutes and parked in his spot by the library. He jogged across the lawn, heading to his Intro to Conflict class in the law building.

The School of Law wasn’t connected to the main quad but was designed in the same style as the other structures around it. The large building was made of sandstone masonry with large windows and a red-tiled roof. There was a courtyard outside with patio tables shaded by red umbrellas and Trent slowed as he cut through the plaza.

There were a lot of students hanging out in the courtyard. It was Friday. Everyone was happy and talking about their plans for the weekend. No one was studying. Trent scowled at everybody as he marched past. He didn’t want to be here.

Trent entered the building and swept into the stairwell to the right of the front door. Class was on the third floor and Trent took the stairs two at a time without pause. He nearly flattened a pair of nerds in suits on the second landing, but they ducked out of the way just in time.

“Watch it!” the chubby guy cried as he pressed himself against the wall.

“Woah!” the redhead scurried into the corner and covered his head as Trent crashed into the wall with his shoulder and flew up the last flight of stairs on the rebound. He wasn’t even late, he just wanted to get lecture over with as fast as humanly possible.

Two girls were chatting just outside the stairwell when Trent burst through the door.

The dark-skinned girl gasped and grabbed her chest in surprise. The shorter girl’s eyes went wide.

Trent smiled in apology and brushed past. He slowed to a casual stroll as he reached his classroom at the end of the hall. The door was propped open and Trent waltzed inside.

The room reminded him of high school. There were twenty to thirty kids enrolled in the lecture, but it looked like everyone had taken an early weekend. There were neat rows with individual desks and maybe ten students were scattered about. The professor’s desk at the front of the room was empty, and the chalkboard was clean.

He spotted Mitch in the back corner, reclined, with his head tilted back, arms crossed, and his legs splayed on either side of the little desk for support. He was asleep.

Trent smirked at the idiot.

He didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as he stepped into the room. He made his way into the back and stopped beside his friend.

Mitch snored softly. His mouth was partway open as he dreamed. He had a goofy smile on his face.

Trent kicked his boot and Mitch sat up with a snort.

“Wha—who’s there!” He looked around wildly before his eyes landed on Trent’s. He calmed in an instant and dropped his hands on the desk with a huff. “Shit. What’d you wake me up for?”

“Did you get home last night?” Trent asked, taking the desk beside him. He looked briefly out the narrow windows along the back wall. He could see the courtyard and the patio tables below.

“Nope. I came straight from Seth’s.”

Trent barked a laugh. “Did you forget your girlfriend?”

Mitch’s face darkened.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes.” Trent snorted with amusement.

“I was distracted.”

“With another pussy,” Trent jeered. “Break up with that girl. She’s a nerd.”

“I love her, man.” Mitch shook his head. “You don’t understand.”

Trent rolled his eyes. “Since when have you been the monogamous type.”

“It’s different with her,” Mitch said as a tender expression crossed his face. “She asked me how I like my dick sucked. And then she paid attention when I was talking and actually remembered. It was like that with everything. I had to teach her stuff, but now she does it exactly the way I like. And she loves doing it, too, because it makes me happy. I feel all warm and shit when she says she loves me.” Mitch smiled. “It’s nice.”

Trent blinked at his friend. “You’re losing it.”

“You’re just saying that because of that bullshit with Ivy,” Mitch sneered.

Trent grumbled disagreeably in response.

“That girl’s insane. Audrey’s smart, she’s pretty, and she cares about me,” Mitch said dreamily. “Since she’s been in my life, things have gotten better.”

Trent eyed him skeptically. “I didn’t know anything was wrong to begin with.”

“I guess I didn’t know what I was missing until I found it.” Mitch shrugged.

Trent frowned.

The professor entered the room and shut the door behind him. He was a middle-aged guy in a suit and bowtie. “We’re starting the new chapter today, so consider yourselves lucky,” he said as he tossed his briefcase on the desk. He pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and mopped his sweaty scalp. “Class is in session on Friday folks,” he said sternly. “I don’t know why attendance is so poor but pass it along. We are working every Friday until the end of term. We don’t have time for minivacations because exams are over.”

Trent pulled out his notebook as the professor picked up a stick of chalk. He rested his elbow on his desk and zoned out as the board was filled with illegible handwriting.

Class ended just before one and Trent was starving. He and Mitch stopped at the café downstairs and Trent grabbed a turkey sandwich to-go while Mitch got a chicken wrap with ranch. They were standing in line, checking out the cute girls behind the counter when algebra class and the little Korean came to mind.

“Fuck me,” Trent muttered. “I better run. Algebra starts in five.”

“I’ve got Philosophy of Law next. Want me to pay for that?”

Trent nodded. Mitch was prelaw funnily enough and most of his classes were in the law building. Trent hitched his bag higher on his shoulder and tucked the sandwich under his arm. He started to head out when he paused.

“Audrey’s friend, you know, that kid we met the other day in the quad?”

“What about him?” Mitch opened his wallet and pulled out his dad’s credit card.

“What’s his name?”

“Kayden?” Mitch was next in line and the girl behind the counter smiled and made eyes at him. “I don’t remember. Something stupid like that.” He gawked at the busty, dark-haired girl. She had her long hair pulled through a ball cap and the little café apron she wore did nothing to hide her cavernous cleavage. “I thought you had class?” Mitch threw over his shoulder as he stepped up to pay.

Trent left without a word.

He devoured the sandwich as he flew down the path for the main quad. He cut down the covered path into the math corner and tossed his sandwich wrap in a garbage canister on his way in. He looked into the other classrooms as he stalked down the hall. Attendance was low today.

Trent reached his class and breezed through the door.

Kayden looked up as he entered, his dark eyes glittering. Trent met his gaze with intention and Kayden ducked his head and opened his book. It was hard to tell, Kayden’s hair was in his face, but Trent was sure his cheeks turned bright red.

The front row was empty. There were a few students clustered in the back of the room, but Kayden sat by himself in front of Ethan’s desk.

Trent shrugged his bag off his shoulder and stepped down the first aisle, keeping his eyes on Kayden as he approached. Kayden’s shoulders drew inward. His head went lower and lower until his nose was inches from the page.

Trent stopped beside him. “Can I sit here?”

Kayden nodded.

Trent slumped into the chair beside him and dropped his bag on the table. “You did the homework, right?”

Kayden nodded again and Trent could see his red cheeks through the fall of his dark hair. How fucking precious. Kayden was shy.

Trent rested an arm on the table and turned to face Kayden full-on. He stared at him as the chatter from the students in the back of the room faded away.

Kayden turned his head slowly, oh so slowly, and peeked at Trent through his hair. Trent could only see one of his pretty eyes and leaned closer and brushed Kayden’s hair away.

Kayden blinked as his face was exposed. It had a round, boyish appearance and his skin was pale and smooth like milk. His lips were soft and pillowy, and his nose small and upturned. His eyes were deeply alluring. Trent’s mouth fell open as he studied the delicate curve of Kayden’s large, onyx eyes. He’d never seen such a naive face in his life.

Trent cleared his throat. “Let me see what you did. I couldn’t figure it out.”

Kayden whirled away and pulled a binder out of his backpack. He plopped it on top of his book and searched frantically through the folder. “I-I-I know it’s s-somewhere.” He lifted the book to peek underneath and a pile of lose papers slid from their pocket and spilled across the floor. “Ya!” Kayden dropped everything and pushed his chair back. He scurried under the table and grabbed his papers at random.

Trent smiled evilly as he watched Kayden gather his papers in a panic. His sweet face was bright red. He looked so goddamn flustered and embarrassed and Trent’s cock twitched at the sight. Did he ever stop blushing? Trent wondered how else he could embarrass the tiny boy as his dick started to fill with blood.

Ethan swept into the room with his bag over his shoulder. He stopped and blinked at the student crouched in front of his desk.

“What are you doing, Kayden?”

“Uhhhh…..I d-d-dropped my h-homework,” Kayden stuttered.

Ethan stepped around him. “You can hand it in now if you’d like. Then get seated. I’m going to begin class.”

“O-okay.” Kayden sorted through his papers for a solid minute. When he finally found the piece of notebook paper he was looking for, he held it up proudly. “I-I found it!” And then his face turned several shades darker as he saw the class was observing him like a monkey in the zoo. He got up and handed in his homework with a shaking hand.

Ethan took it silently. “Please be seated.”

Kayden bowed his head. “Yes, sir.” Then he dropped to his knees and crawled back under the table as muffled snickers came from the back corner of the room.

When Kayden popped up, his hair was in his face again, but Trent could see his flushed cheeks clear as day. He watched him closely as Kayden got seated, but Kayden didn’t meet his gaze. He folded his hands on the mess of his papers and looked determinedly at the whiteboard.

Ethan went around the room collecting homework. He paused in front of Trent when he had a handful of completed assignments.

“Did you even make an attempt?”

Trent narrowed his eyes at the graduate teacher. “Stupid me. Must have forgotten it at the house. I went through all that trouble, too.”

Ethan inclined his head. “If you can get it to my office before five, I’ll consider it on time.”

Trent glared at him and Ethan turned away with a faint smile. He set the homework on the corner of his desk and began lecture.

Trent tried to listen, but he was bored. Kayden was statue-like through the lesson. He kept his hands folded tightly on his papers and watched Ethan go over the homework with a staggering level of concentration.

“Hey,” Trent whispered.

Kayden peeked at him through his hair.

“What are you doing after this?”

Kayden’s innocent eyes grew wide. “M-my brother—”

“Was there something the two of you wanted to share with the class,” Ethan cut in. He glared at Trent as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

Trent scowled at him. “No.”

Ethan pressed his lips together. “Then let’s continue.”

Trent waited a few minutes before he tried again. “I need a tutor,” he hissed. “Come to the library with me after class.”

Kayden chewed his bottom lip as he considered, and Trent’s eyes zeroed in on the plump morsel. “I-I-I really c-can’t—”

“Trent!”

Trent jerked back to the board, his eyes narrowing. Ethan tapped his foot impatiently. “Fifteen minutes until lecture is over. If you can’t hold the conversation until after class, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Trent leaned back in his seat. He slid his arms behind his neck and smiled at the graduate teacher. “I was just commenting to my classmate what an awesome lecture this is. I feel inspired today.”

Ethan shook his head and turned back to the board. Trent grinned at him wickedly as he tipped his chair back on its hind legs and rocked back and forth. He stared at the somber boy at his side as he burned off his nervous energy. Kayden was doing the same. He fidgeted with the long ends of his sleeves over and over.

When lecture ended, Ethan used a white rag to wipe his work from the board as students packed up and began to file out of the room.

Kayden packed his things. His sleeves covered the majority of his small hands and made him clumsy. “What was your stupid excuse?” Trent snapped, and Kayden peeked at him from under his long, dark lashes. “Why can’t you come to the library with me?”

Kayden worried his bottom lip. He glanced nervously at the board.

Trent followed his gaze.

Ethan studied them with his dark, intelligent eyes as he stowed the classes’ homework in his lesson plan. Trent glared at him sharply and Ethan slipped the folder into his satchel and snapped the latch closed. “Bring that homework to my office by five, Trent,” he murmured, then he shouldered his bag and swept out of the room.

Trent turned back to the other boy. “I didn’t do my homework. I need you to show me how.”

“My brother’s p-picking me u-u-up.”

Trent snorted. “Picking you up? How old are you?”

“E-eighteen.”

“Eighteen?” Trent laughed at him. “Do you have a speech impediment, too?”

“N-no?”

Trent snickered and Kayden ducked his head in shame, but Trent wasn’t done with him. Not even close. He grabbed Kayden’s chin with his fingertips and tilted his head up.

Kayden’s fat lips parted around a gasp and Trent had an overwhelming urge to taste them. Kayden’s tongue flicked out nervously and Trent’s cock pulsed with interest.

“Fuck your brother,” Trent said in a deep voice and Kayden trembled against him and swayed helplessly closer, his eyes fluttering shut and his face getting hot. Trent could feel it. “Come with me,” he hissed.

“I-I have to c-call A-A-Audrey.”

Trent let him go and leaned back in his seat. He rested his foot on his knee and worked it up and down. “Go ahead.” He looked around the room as Kayden fumbled through his backpack. They were the only ones left.

Kayden pulled his phone out at last. “Here…” he muttered. “I-I don’t know what to say!”

“Tell her you’re helping me study,” Trent said casually. “She knows me.”

“She w-would never approve of this,” Kayden whispered, but he pressed his phone to his ear and fell silent, waiting through the rings.

Trent watched him with amusement. He’d had people look nervous around him before, but never like this. A lovely, virginal kind of aura rolled off Kayden’s slender little frame. He was so much smaller than Trent and his defenselessness was incredibly arousing. Dark thoughts ran through Trent’s mind as Kayden began to speak.

“A-Audrey.”

Trent met Kayden’s nervous eyes and Kayden licked his lips again. They were shining with his saliva and Trent watched with hooded eyes. His cock was half-hard, and he didn’t care. In fact, he wanted Kayden to see.

“I-I-I offered t-to help my classmate w-with algebra—” Kayden fell silent. Trent couldn’t make out the words on the other end. They were coming too quickly, and he wasn’t sure they were in English.

Kayden responded in rapid Korean. He turned away, his cheeks filling with color as he spoke quickly in his secret language. Trent thought he caught his name and he reached down lazily to adjust his bulging erection.

“Please, Audrey. Do this for me,” Kayden gasped into the receiver. “I love you. Bye.” He hung up and dropped his phone on the table. He hid his face in his hands and took several deep breaths in a row.

Trent watched him hyperventilate with amusement. “Turn it off.”

Kayden whined, but he snatched up his phone and held the power button until the screen went dark.

“What did you tell her?”

“T-that I’m tutoring you.”

“Where?”

“The l-library.”

Trent smirked. “Good.” He stood up and Kayden raised his head. His eyes slowly trailed up Trent’s body and stopped dead-center on the large, insistent erection against Trent’s inner thigh.

Kayden’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “W-what—?”

“Get up.” Trent clasped Kayden’s shoulder and squeezed.

Kayden whimpered. “I-I’m coming!” He shoved the last of his things into his bag and tripped all over himself in his hurry to stand.

Trent grabbed his bag and slid it coolly over his shoulder. He had nothing to pack.

Kayden’s heart-shaped mouth puckered into the most adorable shape as he stared unreservedly at Trent’s cock.

Trent thought he had the most perfect lips and he wanted to fuck them. He let go of Kayden’s shoulder and grabbed his hand instead. “We’re going to my house.”

“But you said—!”

“I know what I said.” Trent yanked Kayden’s arm and the boy stumbled after him immediately. There was no hesitation. Trent’s cock grew another inch and he groaned in anticipation. “So now your BFF and your brother can run through the library like chickens with their heads cut off. That’ll keep ‘em busy for a while.”

“That’s mean.” Kayden peeked at him shyly. “Audrey said you weren’t a nice person.”

Trent smirked. “I’m not.”

He pulled the boy out of the building. Two guys from algebra were vaping outside and they looked up as Trent dragged Kayden through the center of the court and under the arcade.

Kayden’s hand was tiny in Trent’s grasp. Trent cradled it gently, afraid he’d break his little fingers. Kayden followed him obediently with his eyes down. He held onto Trent like a lifeline and trusted him to lead the way. He didn’t look up, not even once as Trent led him across campus. They exited the main quad and Trent tugged Kayden off the path and into the grass.

Kayden glanced across the lawn at the library. “Where are we g-going?”

“I park down there.” Trent nodded to the lot at the bottom of the incline. “See that big ass truck?”

Kayden nodded, his hair flopping into his eyes and Trent stopped him and swept the hair out of his face. “What the fuck’s with this emo hair?”

“Umm…” Kayden blinked at him in bewilderment. “What?”

“You like hiding behind your hair. Don’t you?”

Kayden dipped his head and Trent wrenched his chin up with a growl. Kayden moaned in pain and Trent realized he’d marked Kayden’s soft skin. There were finger shaped bruises along his jawline.

Trent swallowed. So fragile. “I couldn’t stand all that hair in my face.” He let go of Kayden’s jaw and grasped his wrist. “Come on,” he said through his teeth, for a second time, but to be honest, he had no idea what they were going to do. He was hard. He wanted to fuck, and he was leading a Korean boy home to play with.

Trent had never been with a guy before. He’d never felt the urge to switch teams. But his dick was telling him that he needed Kayden. He wanted to own his innocent little body with an intensity he’d never felt before and it was insistent. Trent’s cock led him down the hill and he tugged Kayden along with urgency.

They were almost to the bottom when Kayden tripped and fell.

“Guhh!” he yelped as he tumbled into the grass.

Trent yanked him up easily by his arm. “Jesus, you’re like a lost little lamb.” He dangled Kayden in the air, just to tease him. He was incredibly light weight. It wasn’t a struggle.

“Please!” Kayden’s little face screwed up in fear. “Let me down!”

Trent laughed and set Kayden on his feet. “You’re a damsel in distress. Look at you!”

Kayden’s hair was askew, and his jawline bruised. He had a big grass stain on the sleeve of his yellow sweatshirt, and it sagged slightly to the left so his shoulder was exposed. He looked really helpless and cute. His bottom lip poked out and he made the most pathetic sound Trent had ever heard. With a groan, Trent ripped the strap over his head and dropped his bag. He picked Kayden up like a doll.

Kayden’s eyes were wide open and so were Trent’s. They stared into each other’s eyes as Trent forced their lips together.

Kayden’s eyes fluttered shut as he gasped into Trent’s mouth. He was completely shocked. Trent felt his body tense up with apprehension, but it only made his cock harder. Trent thought about Mitch’s line in the Law building earlier

“I had to teach her stuff, but now she does it exactly the way I like.”

Trent bit Kayden’s plush bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth. The taste was intoxicating. Kayden moaned and withered as Trent sampled the flavor with his tongue. Kayden’s little hands clutched his shoulders and he pushed with all his might. Kayden was trying to escape.

Trent moaned deep in his throat and released him.

Kayden fell hard on his butt. “Aya!”

Trent grabbed his bag. There was a cluster of students in the parking lot below, gathered around a convertible. They were being watched. “Come on.” He grabbed Kayden’s arm and pulled him to his feet.

“W-why did you do that?!” Kayden cried.

“I don’t know,” Trent grumbled as they hit the pavement. He tugged Kayden across the lot. It was a group of seniors and they gawked at Trent and Kayden as they passed. Trent kept his eyes forward.

“That was my first kiss,” Kayden whispered and when Trent looked down he saw his pretty eyes were huge.

Trent smirked at him. “I knew you were a virgin.”

Kayden pouted.

When they reached the truck, Trent pulled him to the passenger side. He opened the door and lifted Kayden with one arm.

Kayden glared at him as he was placed in the passenger seat like a child. “You stole my first kiss.”

Trent curled his lip. “I’m going to steal more than that. Trust me.”

Kayden’s cheeks pinkened and Trent slammed the door. He went around to the other side and climbed in, tossing his bag over his shoulder. When he glanced at the other boy, Kayden quickly looked away. He licked his lips nervously.

Algebra was the last thing on Trent’s mind. His cock was incredibly hard, and he had to pull his jeans down so his dick would fit. He started the truck and the radio came on. It was partway through a Drake song and Trent jumped in as he backed out of the space.

I got my eyes on you

You're everything that I see

I want your hot love and emotion endlessly

I can't get over you

You left your mark on me

I want your hot love and emotion endlessly

Trent glanced at Kayden as he stopped at the street. The Korean gazed at him with amazement. His pretty mouth was parted.

Trent leaned over the armrest and claimed Kayden’s lips for a second time. Kayden gasped and pressed against him hesitantly. His lips moved with inexperience as he reached up with a shaking hand and ghosted his fingertips along Trent’s stubbled jaw.

“Trent,” he whispered.

Trent’s dick jumped and he tore away. “Shit.” The length along his inner thigh throbbed with need. He looked both ways and made a quick left to get into traffic.

Kayden fumbled with the seatbelt as Trent powered down the street. They were minutes from the house. The tires squealed as Trent made a right at the next intersection.

“Oh!” Kayden steadied himself with the door handle.

They got stopped at the next light behind a line of cars. “Fuck,” Trent muttered. “Everyone’s leaving campus right now.”

“My b-brother is going to be so upset with me for sneaking off,” Kayden whispered.

Trent sneered at him. “Are you special needs? Why don’t you have your own car?”

Kayden gazed down at his hands. “I just never got my license. My dad didn’t think it was important.”

“Your dad?” Trent scoffed. “Is he in charge of you?”

“Yes.”

Trent glared at the boy in his passenger seat. “What do you mean?”

Kayden’s bottom lip trembled. “I do everything he says.”

The light changed and the line of cars began to move. Trent was speechless.

“I-I should be home by now,” Kayden said nervously, checking the time on the dashboard.

Trent ground his teeth together. “You like me, don’t you?”

Kayden gaped at him. “I-I-I—”

“How stupid do you think I am?” Trent asked harshly. “I’ve seen you watching me. In class. But Wednesday in the main court,” he smirked. “You’ve got a crush on me, Kayden.”

Kayden squirmed in his seat. He pulled his sleeves over his hands and balled them up in his lap.

“You’re gonna like what I do to you,” Trent said firmly. “Forget about your family.”

Kayden looked so helpless. His white teeth caught his bottom lip. “B-but—”

“Shut up.”

Kayden pressed his lips together.

They were making a right down Dish Trail when Mitch’s shiny, red Hummer roared up behind them.

“What the fuck?” Trent glared in the rearview mirror.

BRIIING, BRIIING

BRIIING, BRIIING

“Grrrrr!” Mitch’s number was on the navigation screen. Trent mashed the accept button. “What?!”

Mitch’s voice filled the cab. “Dude, what the hell?”

Trent glared at him in the mirror. He could see Mitch’s blond head behind the wheel. There was another face beside him.

“Gaaah!” Kayden stared out the back window in horror. “That’s Audrey!”

“Kayden!” Audrey’s agitated voice. “What are you guys doing right now?!”

“We’re s-s-studying!” Kayden gasped. “Audrey! Please—”

“This is stupid!” Trent jerked the wheel and pulled over. Their house was one of the only residences along the narrow road. The shoulder was gravel and stretched into a steep, grassy incline that became the Stanford foothills. There was a popular hiking trail a few meters down and a dirt path wound past a lone, barren tree perched at the top of the hill.

Mitch stopped the Hummer inches from Trent’s bumper.

“Fucker,” Trent grumbled.

Audrey hopped out and rushed to the side of the truck. Trent couldn’t see her face through the window, but when she slapped her palm against the glass, he unlocked the doors with a yell.

“Cut it out! You’re streaking the glass!”

Kayden scrambled to open the door. He slid out and into his bestie’s arms as a frantic torrent of Korean spilled from his lips, but Audrey spoke over him in English.

“Baby-Kay, you’re coming back to the house with me. Now.”

“Baby-Kay?” Trent snorted and both Koreans looked at him in surprise. He narrowed his eyes, and Audrey pushed her glasses up her nose and turned to him with her hands on her hips.

“You’re kidnapping a minor.”

Trent grinned at her. “He said he’s eighteen.”

Audrey’s face darkened. She grabbed Kayden’s sleeve and pulled him sharply. “Let’s go, Kayden.”

Kayden met Trent’s eyes. They were filled with an incredible sadness. And then Kayden let Audrey drag him away.

Trent slammed his fists on the steering wheel. “Fuck!” He watched in his rearview mirror as Kayden was yanked into Mitch’s backseat. Mitch whirled around and threw his arms up as Audrey got in his face and shouted. Suddenly, Mitch faced front again. His lips were pressed together, and he spun the wheel and did a U-turn in the street.

They drove back to campus and Trent watched until the Hummer disappeared around the curve, his heart thudding dully in his chest. The music was distracting, and he punched the power button. He stepped on the gas and gravel sprayed behind the truck as he swerved onto the road and sped for the house. He ground his teeth the whole way.

Trent blasted past the gate and skidded to a stop in front of the garage. He forced the gear into park and cut the engine. Lucas and Vince were on the couch in the living room when he stormed through the door. They looked up in surprise. Trent tore his bag off and threw it angrily down the hall. He didn’t speak to anybody, he flew up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom.

“Fucking bastard!” He grabbed the first thing he saw, his laptop on a stack of books at the edge of his desk. He threw everything across the room then kicked his desk chair after it. “Goddam you, Mitch!” He swiped his lamp off next and pounded his fists on the desk as it crashed to the floor. “Arrrgggh!”

“Trent?” Lucas’s voice drifted down the hall.

“Leave me alone!” Trent bellowed, then fell still, breathing heavily, as he listened for Lucas’s footsteps at the door. They didn’t come and Trent stood with his fists shaking on the desk for a long moment.

His gaze slid to the large window over the desk. Lizzie’s son was checking the temperature on the pool below. Mateo was a Stanford student, as well, and worked for his mother’s cleaning business on his time off to help out. He had short, dark hair and deep brown eyes. He came every Friday to tend to the lawn and Trent hadn’t noticed, but he was on the smaller side, like Kayden. Mateo didn’t have a shirt on today and as Trent gazed at him with grudging appreciation, he stood up and gripped the long pool stick.

Mateo pushed it into the deep end with his slender arms. The sun bounced off the glistening water and played along the dark brown skin on his smooth chest and Trent spun away as his cock lurched with equal parts confusion and arousal.

He sat heavily on the bed. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Trent dropped his head into his hands and leaned over his knees as he thought about Kayden and all the horribly wonderful things he’d been planning to do to him just now. When he opened his eyes again, he realized he had another raging erection.

“Motherfucker.” Trent stood up and tore his fly open. He grabbed his dick and fell back on the bed as he began to pull himself off aggressively.

It was an unsatisfactory orgasm and Trent grimaced at the ceiling as semen spattered over his hand.

“What the fuck?” he said into the silence.

Trent laid there for a while. He didn’t know how long. He stared blankly at the ceiling the whole time.

BZZT, BZZT, BZZT

BZZT, BZZT, B—

Trent tore his phone out of his pocket. “Mitch!”

“Dude, I know, I know your pissed—”

“What the fuck!”

“It was Audrey!” Mitch cried. “I was waiting outside her last class. We had a huge fight this morning when I woke up. I missed like twenty calls and a million texts.”

“I don’t care!” Trent snapped.

“Well, when she came out of class, she was in tears,” Mitch said quickly. “She said you’d kidnapped her little boyfriend and she needed my help.”

Trent huffed. “So you saved the day.”

“I’m sorry, man,” Mitch said, and Trent sighed heavily. “We went to the library, but we didn’t have to go in,” he said sheepishly. “We saw your truck pull out of the lot.”

Trent scowled. “Shit.”

“What were you doing with that kid anyway?” Mitch asked and he truly sounded confused.

“I have to get a math tutor,” Trent said with a huff. “He seemed pretty easy to push around.”

“No shit,” Mitch laughed. “He hid his face In Audrey's shirt the whole way. They were jabbering in that stupid language,” he grumbled. “What did you do to him?”

“Not much,” Trent sniffed. “I shook him up a little.”

“You should probably get a tutor at the library,” Mitch said slowly. “I had to drop them off two blocks from their house. Audrey said the family was in a panic.”

Trent chuckled. “What’s wrong with those people?”

“The parents are from the old country,” Mitch said. “They’re really strict.”

Trent rubbed his face as he looked around his room. His laptop was upside down in front of the door to the balcony. His books were scattered around it. “How do you get in Audrey’s house?”

“Are you serious?”

“About what?” Trent growled under his breath.

“You can’t go to his house,” Mitch said in a serious voice. “His parents will probably cast an ancient Chinese curse on you or something.”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” Trent hissed. “I had until five to get my algebra homework turned in. You totally fucked that up.”

“Just do it yourself,” Mitch said impatiently. “All of us study, Trent. We don’t pay for our grades—”

“Tell me how you get her out, then,” Trent said through his teeth.

Mitch hesitated for a moment, then he relented. “She slides the patio table under her window before bed, when she’s letting the dog out for his last piss break. When it’s time, she climbs out the window and meets me in front of the house.”

Trent smirked. “Classic.”

“Yep. Her parents haven’t caught us yet.”

“Where do they live?”

Mitch sighed. “Audrey’s going to kill me if she finds out I told you.”

Trent waited impatiently.

“They’re at the end of Elmdale Plaza. Audrey’s in the brown house, her boyfriend lives in the white one next door.”

Trent smiled slowly. He was already making plans.

“So, what are we doing later? Seth’s got a lot of cool shit going on at the house tonight. He said—"

Trent ended the call. He wasn’t interested.