Free Serenity by Ava O'Shay Page A
Authors: Ava O'Shay
wished he had the guts to run after her.
-oOo-
Note in hand, Jolin returned to Mr. Carson and settled into the monotony of his lecture. A vision of Ren in the hall kept floating back into his mind and distracted him from most of what he said. Jolin wasn’t used to listening, but his rights as a popular student were being revoked and unless he could get Elizabeth to take him back in the next day or two, he’d be on his own for the next test.
Jolin knew Ren dressed to get a reaction. He just wasn’t sure what the reaction she wanted was. Her thigh high boots and short shorts screamed “do you want some of this?” Although he was beginning to wonder if they were really saying, “I’m collecting clothes for my future job in the circus.”
The class was supposed to be working with their partners, however Jolin’s had been removed from class. At this rate they were never going to get this project done.
“Hey, Jo?” Brock kicked his chair.
Jolin glanced over at Mr. Carson, then back to Brock.
“How’s the new lab partner?” Brock waggled his eyebrows at him.
“I know what you’re doing.”
Brock leaned back and covered his heart with his hand. “What am I doing?”
“You can’t just take everything that’s mine. Being the quarterback doesn’t mean you get respect handed to you.”
Brock gave him a cocky grin. “I’m not looking for respect. I want power.”
Jolin shook him head. What an idiot. “Power without respect makes you a dictator.”
Brock let out a loud laugh. “Dude. Power means I get to have the head cheerleader on my arm and eventually under me.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Call me what you want but while you’re banging the school circus freak I’m laying with your old girlfriend showing her what a real man can do.”
Jolin narrowed his eyes. Brock was stealing Jolin’s life away, and he hated him. “We’re lab p-p-partners. That’s it,” Jolin mumbled.
“Yeah,” Brock said sadly. “That may be the case but Liz and I…” He looked around like he was sharing some secret information. “We’re lab partners with benefits.”
“You’re a liar. She hasn’t and she isn’t going to have sex with you.” Jolin had never told anyone he’d had sex with Elizabeth and as far as he knew she hadn’t either. Liz had a rep as a ‘good girl’ and she wouldn’t be careless enough to risk her holier than thou persona by sleeping with Brock. He didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know the only reason she wanted to keep him around was to fulfill her sexual needs. He supposed maybe he should be flattered…but it really just made him feel like a gigolo.
Brock leaned back and stretched. “Sex has so many definitions. I can be very creative.”
Jolin couldn’t decide if Brock’s comment made him nauseous or if it made him want to punch him in the face.
“Ren has creative talents of her own.” Brock stuck his tongue in his cheek to mimic a blow job.
“I told you…” Jolin was cut off when Elizabeth joined them at their table, glaring at Jolin while lightly elbowing Brock in the ribs. He reached over and tickled her. Elizabeth’s giggling filled their corner of the room.
Shit.
He was so screwed.
Serenity
Thursday, October 17
7:30 a.m.
After her brief chat with Jolin outside the office, Ren walked around outside the school for a few minutes debating whether she should go home or not. She pulled out her cell phone and texted Quill to see where he was.
Got kicked out where are you?
His text back was almost immediate.
Fuck why?!
She closed her eyes and debated whether to tell him or not.
Clothing disagreement. Where are you?
Her phone buzzed with his reply.
Bummer. In class for once. She had to smile. The one day she could be up to no good with her delinquent twin brother, he’s in class.
Without a better plan, she headed home.
When she got there the truck was gone, she could only hope it took her mom with it. She knew better than to hope.
Mom was
-oOo-
Note in hand, Jolin returned to Mr. Carson and settled into the monotony of his lecture. A vision of Ren in the hall kept floating back into his mind and distracted him from most of what he said. Jolin wasn’t used to listening, but his rights as a popular student were being revoked and unless he could get Elizabeth to take him back in the next day or two, he’d be on his own for the next test.
Jolin knew Ren dressed to get a reaction. He just wasn’t sure what the reaction she wanted was. Her thigh high boots and short shorts screamed “do you want some of this?” Although he was beginning to wonder if they were really saying, “I’m collecting clothes for my future job in the circus.”
The class was supposed to be working with their partners, however Jolin’s had been removed from class. At this rate they were never going to get this project done.
“Hey, Jo?” Brock kicked his chair.
Jolin glanced over at Mr. Carson, then back to Brock.
“How’s the new lab partner?” Brock waggled his eyebrows at him.
“I know what you’re doing.”
Brock leaned back and covered his heart with his hand. “What am I doing?”
“You can’t just take everything that’s mine. Being the quarterback doesn’t mean you get respect handed to you.”
Brock gave him a cocky grin. “I’m not looking for respect. I want power.”
Jolin shook him head. What an idiot. “Power without respect makes you a dictator.”
Brock let out a loud laugh. “Dude. Power means I get to have the head cheerleader on my arm and eventually under me.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Call me what you want but while you’re banging the school circus freak I’m laying with your old girlfriend showing her what a real man can do.”
Jolin narrowed his eyes. Brock was stealing Jolin’s life away, and he hated him. “We’re lab p-p-partners. That’s it,” Jolin mumbled.
“Yeah,” Brock said sadly. “That may be the case but Liz and I…” He looked around like he was sharing some secret information. “We’re lab partners with benefits.”
“You’re a liar. She hasn’t and she isn’t going to have sex with you.” Jolin had never told anyone he’d had sex with Elizabeth and as far as he knew she hadn’t either. Liz had a rep as a ‘good girl’ and she wouldn’t be careless enough to risk her holier than thou persona by sleeping with Brock. He didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know the only reason she wanted to keep him around was to fulfill her sexual needs. He supposed maybe he should be flattered…but it really just made him feel like a gigolo.
Brock leaned back and stretched. “Sex has so many definitions. I can be very creative.”
Jolin couldn’t decide if Brock’s comment made him nauseous or if it made him want to punch him in the face.
“Ren has creative talents of her own.” Brock stuck his tongue in his cheek to mimic a blow job.
“I told you…” Jolin was cut off when Elizabeth joined them at their table, glaring at Jolin while lightly elbowing Brock in the ribs. He reached over and tickled her. Elizabeth’s giggling filled their corner of the room.
Shit.
He was so screwed.
Serenity
Thursday, October 17
7:30 a.m.
After her brief chat with Jolin outside the office, Ren walked around outside the school for a few minutes debating whether she should go home or not. She pulled out her cell phone and texted Quill to see where he was.
Got kicked out where are you?
His text back was almost immediate.
Fuck why?!
She closed her eyes and debated whether to tell him or not.
Clothing disagreement. Where are you?
Her phone buzzed with his reply.
Bummer. In class for once. She had to smile. The one day she could be up to no good with her delinquent twin brother, he’s in class.
Without a better plan, she headed home.
When she got there the truck was gone, she could only hope it took her mom with it. She knew better than to hope.
Mom was