Scream
1690 Words
NOAH’S POV
My day was going terribly. f*****g terrible. I had to give Will most of my savings after sitting through an hour-long introduction. An introduction unveiling the new Principal. My ass ached.
I could see the resemblance. She was definitely Mrs. Buckley’s granddaughter but as far as I could see, there was nothing special about her. She was tall, dark-haired, and slender in a subtle sensual way. It would be like unraveling an onion for guys who were into the layered type of sexy.
I hated that we had to do without Mrs. Buckley and that hate made it impossible for me to like the new sub; granddaughter or not.
Mr. Hardly scribed some numbers and mathematical symbols on the board and he went on to explain what he was teaching the class. He was an excellent mathematician but a crappy ass teacher. He looked like a washed-up nerd in his late forties who had been forced to stay a virgin to save his life.
I tried to focus but my brain reminded me how hopeless it was. I had better luck going on a game show and winning the cash prize.
A foot touched mine. I turned around to see who it was. Chloe Adams smirked at me. She had been making subtle advances for a while now and this foot nudge was the most direct so far. Her ivory skin glowed just as her eyes as she waited for a reaction from me, one she never got.
I survived the whole period and the next until recess. Will was having a ball spending my hard earned money. He even went as far as getting a juice box for me. His way of fair play.
"It's always fun betting with you. You're always wrong."
He was right. I was always wrong and my stubbornness would be my own undoing.
I thought of ways to make the money I'd just thrown away. It's not like I had a tree that grew money or a genie in a magic lamp. What I had were plans and dreams that were now slowed down by fifty bucks.
Just two weeks ago I'd bet with Will that Chloe Adams didn't have a crush on me and lost. Twenty bucks.
Any more of my current form and I'll be no worse than the bums living in the streets.
I played with the rice on my plate. There was something about knowing you were about to go broke that made eating impossible.
Will sat across from me with a smile. He was fifty dollars richer thanks to my stupidity so his smile was allowed. Annoying and unnecessary but allowed nonetheless.
He studied me for a second. "You look like you just lost a kidney."
I sighed. "I feel it too."
"Why do I feel like this is the onset of poverty syndrome?"
I stared at him with a confused look. I had no idea what the f**k he'd just said.
"The, what now?"
"Poverty syndrome. It's a set of weird behaviors that hits when the pockets are just about empty."
That explains it. He was right. I was experiencing the f*****g syndrome thingy.
Dropping my fork, I shifted on the bench.
I said, "Do you know what I can do for cash? I've been thinking but it's all blank."
Will said, "First, admit you're a lousy gambler and try to avoid getting baited into a bet with me. You suck at reading people."
I nodded. The old me would have argued with him, and then try to prove he was saying s**t which may or may not lead to a bet. I was changing after all.
"Next," Will continued, "Rule out assignments. You're too lazy to take that shot. Plus you're shitty at math."
"Maybe I wouldn't be that bad if we had a teacher instead of Einstein's evil twin."
Will sighed. "My point exactly. Einstein wasn't a mathematician."
"You're supposed to help me think of ways to make a little extra bucks, not point out my blindspots." I said trying to control my anger.
He was having fun getting me on edge. He was my best friend but he was also the biggest asshole alive.
"Do you trust me?" He asked edging closer. His voice dropped almost like he didn't want anyone hearing what he was about to say.
I said, "Sure. I guess."
I trusted him but the look he had on his face at that moment made him untrustworthy. It was a sinister dark look you only see on the face of super villains or mad scientists right when they were up to no good.
Will whispered. "Have you thought about getting paid for s*x? It makes sense since your d**k is on demand."
"Are you crazy?" I felt like strangling him but I remembered his Uncle was supposed to be a gangster or something. "That's messed up."
"Messed up but it's going to get you what you need. Lots of it. Do you know how much pornstars earn? Yet you're doing it for free more times than most of us in this damned school could ever dream of at this age."
He had a point there. I was almost eighteen but I'd had s*x more times than most guys in college. That was something but getting paid to f**k random girls, that wasn't me. But wasn't I f*****g random girls occasionally for free? No, no. Stop thinking like that. I pushed the thought away.
I couldn't let Will's poisonous idea plant its creepy seed into my mind. There had to be another way that didn't involve me using my body like some w***e.
"You're a good looking blonde with blue eyes. Chicks dig that. It's a rare combo. You're like a Greek god in a teen's body." Will's voice rose as he tried to convince me his plan wasn't all bad.
It was. It was all bad.
I stood up, stamping my foot. "You're right but that's not going to make me agree to becoming a high school s*x toy to a bunch of s*x-hungry girls."
"We have to think of something else." I said. "Please, Will."
He sighed and the sinister look slipped away. Will became serious, spinning a pencil with his fingers as he pondered. It didn't take long.
"Come on, kiddo." He got up with a cool smile on his face.
I got up and followed his slim form. His hair was almost full enough to be braided just as he wanted. Most girls were drawn to his chocolate skin.
Will led me through the canteen hall cutting through aisles of tables till we got to the table at the far end of the room.
There was a guy there who looked like Brad Pitt's son. You could tell immediately he was rich. Not just rich. f*****g rich.
Will greeted him as if they'd been buddies all their lives.
"Rick Sawyer, this weasel here is Noah Grant. My best friend." He said displaying me like I was an antique piece of jewelry.
Sawyer. That was the name of the millionaire who had moved into town last year. I heard his kids came to our school but I dismissed it thinking it was just rumors.
A girl sat beside him. She clung to him like a leach wearing a shirt and mini skirt that exposed her pornstar body. Her breasts were too big for the bra she wore and they jiggled easily with every move she made.
"Noah Grant." He said with a cool voice. "You're like a f*****g legend around here. The guy every girl wants to bang."
His perfect dark hair and teeth made me suddenly feel tiny and insecure.
The girl by his side gave me a look. It was a sensual give-me-that-d**k kind of look I'd gotten used to. I acted like I hadn't seen it.
Will told him we had business for him and immediately the bored look vanished. His eyes showed interest.
"Shelly, leave us. My friends have something for me."
The girl grumbled but she left almost immediately. Will and I took the seat across. Shelly turned to give me a final glare before she disappeared from the canteen building.
Will told Rick that I was looking for a job. He said I was willing to do anything and that the pay had to be good. I liked the part about the pay being good but the first part was problematic. There were things I wasn't going to do even if Bezos himself asked.
Rick thought for a while but then smiled. Or rather smirked just as Will had some minutes ago. The same sinister evil villainy smirk.
I knew I wasn't going to like it.
"I hear you love to bet. So do I." Rick said to me.
I gave Will a look.
"So I'll give you a bet you can't say no to." He grinned.
"If you can f**k the hottest chick in school then I'll give you two hundred."
"Two hundred?" My mouth went dry.
"Two hundred bucks."
Goddamn, I thought. That was just the type of money I needed.
"Scratch that." He said crumbling my imagination of things I'd do when I get the money.
I almost jumped out of the bench to scream at him that I'd take the bet.
"I'll make it five hundred if you let me choose the girl."
Will gasped in shock beside me. My hands were clammy. I nodded in response to his recent offer. I knew I wouldn't be able to speak.
My heart beat was the only sound I could hear beating away violently.
There was something I needed to know. He was going to choose the girl he felt was the hottest girl in school. Judging by the girl that had clung on to him when we got here, I had a feeling I could trust his taste.
"Who is it going to be then?" I asked. My voice was unsteady.
Rick smiled as he pointed towards the entrance. Will and I turned at the same time to meet the cool gaze of Miss Evelyn Buckley- the substitute Principal.
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