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Georgia Maddox

"Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my lips."

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a character in “Wasted Youth: Hell's Gate”, as played by Periphery

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Bad || Wale (Ft. Tiara Thomas)
Is it bad that I never made love?
No, I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to ya
I can't promise that I'll be good to ya
'Cause I had some issues
I won't commit, no, not havin' it
But at least I can admit
That I'll be bad, no, to you (to you)
Yeah, I'll be good in bed
But I'll be bad to you


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The Only Way I Know How to Feel || Boys Like Girls
Before you let me fall,
Kill me so I don't feel it at all
And push my body up against the wall
And pick your poison
'Cause everything feels wrong
And I don't know where I belong

Take me for granted
Make me feel used
Leave me in pieces
Misery is company
'Cause I know that it's real
I've learned to love the pain
'Cause that's the only way that I know how to feel

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|| Full Name ||
"Can you guess where I was born?"
Georgia Rosealie Maddox


|| Nickname(s) ||
"I can be your baby."
Georgia usually goes by Gigi, Geeg or Georgia, depending on how well you know her. Her family tends to call her Georgie at times too, so she'll let her closest friends call her this.


|| Age ||
"I haven't been a child in a long time."
Sixteen years-old


|| Sexuality ||
"Anyone that can make me cum."
Bisexual


|| Birth Place ||
"I'll give you one guess."
Originally, Georgia was born in Savannah Georgia and lived there until she was about ten years old. At ten, however, her father's career forced her family to move to Washington, D.C and she's been living there since.


|| Diagnosis/Crime ||
"I don't understand what's so bad about liking to fuck."
Gigi is at St. Vincent's due to a severe promiscuity. She's been thrown out of at least four schools for sleeping with the majority of the students and staff, and, after the fourth time, her parents decided it was best for her father's career if she was somewhere out of sight and out of mind where she couldn't ruin his public image.


|| Face claim/Role ||
Madison Beer || Girl One

|| Relationship Status ||
"I love him."
Georgia has a pretty dependant personality. She has been dating Cain Bradford for about a year now and is completely infatuated with him, despite the often ugly nature of their relationship.


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Ultraviolence || Lana Del Rey
"He used to call me DN
That stood for deadly nightshade
'Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage"

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|| Addictions ||
"According to my doctor, I'm a sex addict."
☠ Kinky sex ☠
☠ Pain ☠
☠ Whiskey ☠
☠ Luxury ☠
☠ Hard drugs ☠
☠ Her boyfriend ☠


|| Likes ||
"I like diamonds and drugs."
▲ Fast food ▲ Being bad ▲ Casual sex ▲
▲ Bad boys ▲ Expensive cars ▲ Designer clothes ▲
▲ Whiskey ▲ Parties ▲ Red wine ▲
▲ Cocaine ▲ Bondage ▲ Weed ▲
▲ Diamonds ▲ Danger ▲ Dancing ▲
▲ The color pink ▲ Stealing ▲ Candy ▲
▲ Dogs ▲ Tattoos ▲ Her boyfriend, sometimes ▲
▲ Savannah, Georgia ▲ Guns ▲ Spanking ▲


|| Disikes ||
"Just don't piss me off."
▼ Clingy guys ▼ Waking up early ▼ Salads ▼
▼ Being told no ▼ Taking orders ▼ Math ▼
▼ St. Vincent's ▼ Class ▼ Curfew ▼
▼ Being talked down to ▼ Her parents ▼ Being yelled at ▼
▼ Politicians ▼ Emotion ▼ Losing ▼
▼ Anything cheap ▼ Coffee ▼ Assholes ▼
▼ Bitches ▼ Her boyfriend, sometimes ▼ Questions ▼


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Primadonna || Marina and the Diamonds
Primadonna girl, yeah
All I ever wanted was the world
I can't help that I need it all
The primadonna life, the rise and fall
You say that I'm kinda difficult
But it's always someone else's fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave

Primadonna girl,
Would you do anything for me?
Buy a big diamond ring for me?
Would you get down on your knees for me?
Pop that pretty question right now, baby
Beauty queen on a silver screen
Living life like I'm in a dream
I know I've got a big ego
I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though

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|| Basics ||
"Don't be fooled, I'm meaner than I look."
  • Eyes Bright blue-green
  • Hair Long and very dark brown. Hangs just past breasts, generally straight or in loose, soft waves.
  • Height 5'4"
  • Weight 125 lbs

|| Piercings ||
"I have a few."
As a politician's daughter, Georgia can't exactly be covered with tattoos and piercings, but she does have a few. She has the left side of her nose pierced, as well as both nipples and her belly button.


|| Tattoos ||
"Mama always said good girls don't get tattoos. So I got six."
Back of shoulder → Sitting on the back of her left shoulder, Georgia has a circle shaped tattoo of a skeleton kissing the moon.
Right elbow → On the back of her right elbow, Gigi has a tiny heart shaped peach. A play on the phrase "Georgia peach", she got this small tattoo as a tribute to her hometown, Savannah, Georgia, which she always loved and someday hopes to return to.
Abdomen → In the center of her abdomen, under her breasts, Georgia has her largest tattoo of a blackwork moth.
Left bicep → When she lifts her arm, you can see a simple outline tattoo of a knife. This, she got from a friend of her boyfriend and it's not great quality, as he wasn't exactly a professional.
Right forearm → On her right forearm, sits Gigi's most complex tattoo. She's always been intrigued by the story of Medusa and her ability to turn men to stone with just a glare. As such, she has a tattoo of Medusa on her right forearm.
Right ankle → On her leg, just above her ankle, Georgia has a tattoo of a skeletal hand holding a rose.


|| Scars ||
"To my mother's disappointment, I was always a bit of a risk taker."
Knees → Gigi has been spoiled her who life, but as a young girl, she was actually a bit of a tomboy and spent a lot of time outside. She was always climbing tall, dangerous trees, and actually fell as scraped her knees so many times, she has small permanent white scars across both her knee caps.
Side of neck → Not that long ago, Georgia got into it pretty bad with her boyfriend. They had a fairly explosive fight which had ended in him choking her until she passed out. She woke up with a few cuts on the side of her neck from a ring he'd been wearing while choking her.
Insides of thighs → A year ago, Georgia was sexually assaulted by one of her teachers. Not only did he rape her, but he also tortured her pretty mercilessly with his lighter and some cigarettes. Along the insides of her thighs, Georgia has several burn marks. Some from his lighter, others from cigarettes extinguished on her skin.
Left cheekbone → It's hard to see, as it's old and faded, but on her left cheekbone, Georgia has a small crescent shaped scar. This, her father gave her by punching her across the face. The punch knocked her out cold and her cheek clipped the corner of the countertop as she fell.


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How to be a Heart Breaker || Marina and the Diamonds
Rule number one is that you gotta have fun
But baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run
Rule number two: just don't get attached to,
Somebody you could lose
So le-let me tell you

This is how to be a heart-breaker
Boys they like a little danger
We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player
Singing I lo-lo-love you


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|| Personality ||
"I'm a very bad girl baby."
Dependant → Georgia, despite her promiscuity, actually has
a bit of a dependant personality. She hasn't always been this way,
in fact, she was once quite independent. Her assault, however,
changed things pretty drastically for her and now she's a little
too dependant on her boyfriend and thinks they're deeply
in love when really, their relationship couldn't be more flawed.
They get in ugly fights all the time, and, if he doesn't pay her
enough attention, she's always cheating on him with random
guys to make up for not having him. In her head, they just
have a tragic, whirlwind romance. Really, she's only with him
because she's too afraid to be alone, but won't admit that to
herself. She hates needing people, but at the end of the day,
loneliness is her biggest fear.

Nymphomaniac → To say Georgia has a problem with
sex addiction, would be an understatement. Ever since her
first time, at fourteen, she hasn't been able to get enough. She
craves sex as strongly as addicts crave drugs, and has a hard time
staying monogamous to her boyfriend because of it. Her promiscuity
has always caused problems for her and her family, constantly
getting her into trouble she didn't ask for and bringing shame on
her politician father. Not to mention, her need for sex seems to be
like an itch she just can't scratch. Due to her constant sleeping
around, she's rather experienced, and, often, her lovers can't
really seem to keep up with her, making things rather empty
and unsatisfying.

Spoiled → Gigi's life wasn't exactly easy, but at the same
time, she wanted for nothing. She grew up rich, in a gorgeous home
in Savannah, Georgia. She was treated and raised like a debutant,
given all the shiny things the world had to offer. Now that she's older,
she still has high levels of taste and, admittedly, is pretty stuck up and
spoiled when it comes to materialistic life.

Stubborn → Georgia is an incredibly stubborn girl. She has a
bit of a rebellious streak in her that loves nothing more then acting
out and getting her way. Her parents have always been extremely
strict with very high expectations, but Georgia's stubborn
determination to do what she wants has always disappointed
them. She's never once been described as a little angel or a
princess. She's far too stubborn-willed and poorly behaved for that.

Manipulative → If there's one thing Georgia knows how to do,
it's get her way. Gigi is the kind of girl who has to have what she
wants when she wants it, no matter how she has to get it. She's not
above using her easy reputation and good looks to seduce men into
doing what she wants, and had an eerie way of charming everyone
around her. Even women, who generally tend to despise her. There is
almost nothing Georgia can't get you to do with just a simple smile
and bat of her long, flirty lashes.


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Monogamy || Cherub
Diamond rings, and fancy things
The stars don't shine as bright as this
Shallow thoughts and empty hearts
How can you find the right fit?
You just can't, you just can't so

Monogamy, is not for me
I wanna do whatever i please
Dirty deeds, and sinful things
Get down on your hands and knees

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|| Family ||
"Don't act like you don't know the Maddox name."
Camillia Maddox || Mother || 42 || Alive
Craig Maddox || Father || 45 || Alive
California Maddox || Older sister || 22 || Alive
Savannah Maddox || Older sister || 19 || Alive
Cain Bradford || Boyfriend || 17 || Alive
Shiloh King || Roommate || 15 || Alive


|| History ||
"Basically I'm a disgrace in a long line of successful Maddox's."
Georgia may have grown up rich and spoiled, but that doesn't mean she had it easy. She was the third daughter of Craig and Camillia Maddox, two very important figures in American politics. Her mother came from a highly political family, as did her father. She was born and raised most of her life in Savannah, Georgia. Her father was a Georgian politician while her mother was a community socialite.

From young ages, she and her two older sisters had unrealistic expectations placed on them. Her father may have only been a state congressman, but he had dreams of one day working his way up through politics to president, and you can't run for president with an imperfect family. As a little girl, her mother would try to teach her etiquette when she'd rather be climbing trees, and was dressing her in bows and dresses when she'd rather wear jeans. It didn't help that, while Georgia seemed to disappoint her parents time and time again, somehow her sisters seemed capable of doing everything right every time. She became the family shame very fast, and grew up feeling like she wasn't quite good enough for either of her parents.

Her father never really had time to spend with his daughters, so she rarely got to see him, and, when she did see him, it wasn't exactly an enjoyable time. Usually, she had to just keep her head down, avoid his path, and listen to him bitch about all the shit she was prone to pulling. If she had done something particularly troublesome, however, there was no escaping his anger. He'd purposely seek her out and drag her out into the living room to punish her in front of the entire family. That way, everyone learned something. Often, he was violent, and once, she even ended up in the hospital after he'd knocked her out cold with a punch. She'd had to tell the nurses her and her sister were rough-housing a little and she'd fallen down the stairs.

When she was ten, her father's campaign manager decided it was time Mr. Maddox advance his career and run for a bigger office in national government. Her family moved out of their beautiful home in Savannah, to Washington D.C, to be closer to the political action. Now the stakes were really high, and the expectations on her only got worse, as did her rebellion. At this point, she was no longer accidentally making mistakes that disappointed her parents. She no longer cared about impressing them, or being as good as her sister. All hope of that had been screamed, and beaten out of her. She was a full blown rebel, actively seeking to bring shame on her father's name and ruin his career.

From ages ten to fourteen, she got into drugs, started drinking and partying, and, eventually, started to have sex. This opened up a whole new way to rebel. Instead of being a wholesome, Georgia peach like her two older sisters and marrying someone powerful while she was still young and pretty, Georgia decided she'd rather fuck around. She slept with nearly everyone who would sleep with her, earning a pretty horrible reputation for herself with the media and developing a pretty nasty sex addiction.

By the time she was fifteen, she'd already had two abortions and had been kicked out of three different schools in one year. Her parents were losing their already slim patience with her. They couldn't seem to keep her in school, seeing as she had a bad habit of sleeping with all her classmates and her teachers, but if she stayed at home, her parents found her impossible to tolerate. Shortly before putting her in her fourth school, her father threatened her, claiming if she got kicked out one more time, she was going to military school.

Unfortunately, Georgia was all too eager to call his bluff. She instantly started sleeping around again, and within a month or two had already slept her way through several of her classes. She met her boyfriend in computer class. As usual, the relationship started with just sex, however, unlike everyone else, sleeping with him didn't feel so empty. He was able to keep up with her endless need for sex, satisfying her addiction better then anyone ever had and she found herself going back to him repeatedly even though she'd never slept with the same person regularly before. In fact, being with him seemed to help her problem of promiscuity considerably.

He was a bit of a computer nerd, as well as a rebel himself. One of his favorite pastimes was hacking political websites and fucking with government official. Gigi decided to use this skill and hobby of his to satisfy her own rebellious agenda against her father. She got him to hack a government website for her and actually force her father to lose an important election. Unfortunately, he was caught and arrested and taken away from her, sent to St. Vincent's School for Troubled Youth for some straightening out.

After her boyfriend's arrest, things only got worse for Gigi. One of her teachers who'd heard of her dirty reputation decided he wanted her, only she didn't want him back. He took assaulted her, raping her brutally, and scarring her skin with a lighter and cigarettes. After this, Gigi flew off the handle. She no longer cared about rebelling against her father, she just wanted to get back to her boyfriend so she could be with him again, because he was the only person who hadn't made her feel used or dirty. She kicked up her sex games until, eventually, she was kicked out of a fourth school. Her parents, not knowing what to do with her anymore decided it was best for everyone if she was just out of the way. They sent her to St. Vincent's so she could no longer sabotage her father's career and, even though she resents and hates everything about the place, Gigi is actually glad. Now she can be with her boyfriend again, and away from her all-too-perfect family.




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Georgia Maddox's Story

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Georgia, as usual, was up to no good. Even in a school designed to straighten her crazy ass out, Geeg still managed to find ways to cause trouble. Her parents had sent her to Saint Vincent's to get her out of the way of her father's career, but also, hoping maybe the school's strict policies and "alternative" methods would somehow fix her. She'd been in the prison of a school for a little over ten months and she honestly wasn't getting any better. In fact, the environment was somehow making her worse. She'd always had a bit of an issue with authority figures telling her what to do, and that's all she was surrounded with at Saint Vincent's. It was encouraging her reckless side more then it was suppressing it.

Of course, Cain did his best to keep her honest, but her "addiction" was constantly getting the better of her. Even though she loved him, her relationship with her boyfriend Cain was often an ugly mess. When he didn't pay her enough attention, or if he said or did something that pissed her off, she was always getting back at him by sleeping with other people. She couldn't help it. For the most part, he did a decent job of keeping her ravenous sexual appetite satisfied, but sometimes, she got bored with him and wanted to step out on him just because it was forbidden and, therefore, a little exciting.

Then there was her roommate, Shi, who certainly didn't help her recovery in any way. Gigi had done her fair share of petty crime, and caused a good bit of trouble, but Shiloh was something else entirely. She and her brother, Q were real criminals. They were dark, and dangerous, so naturally, Gigi found them interesting and quickly made close friends with Shiloh, while Cain befriended Q. The four of them together just seemed to feed each other's dark sides and they were constantly breaking rules.

Currently, she was in the office of the music room with her music teacher, "earning" extra credit. She was no stranger to using sex to get her way. In fact, she was fucking the majority of her teachers to gain a little power in the school. Sleeping with the staff and bribing them with that information was a good way for her to get things she wanted. Teachers occasionally marked her present when she was absent, her punishments sometimes got "overlooked, she could sneak drugs into the school, she got decent grades, and her nurses looked the other way when she didn't take her medication. She was regularly fucking everyone from teachers, to security, to nurses purely for selfish reasons. She had a pretty bad reputation at the school, as she had in all four of her previous schools, but she didn't care because, at the end of the day, she got her way almost every time.

Georgia was in her teacher's lap in his chair behind his desk. She didn't care that his wife and children's smiling faces were starting at him from a fame on his desk, or that his wedding ring was digging painfully into the skin of her hip where he gripped her as she fucked him. All that mattered was the building pleasure. In fact, the wrongness of it was actually making her hotter, in a sick way. He had a hand over her mouth, keeping her quiet as her breathing started to quicken and loud moans escaped.

Just as they were getting close to finishing, however, things were cut abruptly short when someone cleared their throat behind her. She rolled her eyes, knowing already who it was and wishing she could just ignore him and keep going, but her teacher had a lot more to lose by being caught with her so he was quick to push her out of his lap and pulled up his pants, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “Mr. Devoy, when did you start giving private lessons?” Quinten's voice asked and Georgia sat back in her teacher's chair, unable to keep herself from pouting a little, pissed that he'd interrupted her before she'd even gotten to finish.

Mr. Devoy was clearly freaking out, and doing what he could to collect himself, but Georgia was nothing but pissed off as she watched Quinton smirk. He drove her nuts. He was just too charming, too controlling, and too sexy. In fact, she sort of hated herself for being extremely attracted to him from the moment she'd seen him. He was so different from Cain and most of the guys she'd been with, darker and more dangerous. Hell, he was covered from head to toe in tattoos. She was quite a slut to put it nicely, but she was still a rich politicians daughter. Despite sleeping her way through multiple schools, they'd all been private schools that would go into a complete panic if a guy that looked like Q walked through the doors.

She wasn't sure what she hated more about Q, that he was an entitled asshole, or that she often found herself wondering what he was like in bed. “Oh, I’m not going to tell. Unless you give me a reason to, but I’m sure you’ll cooperate, when the time comes.” He shrugged, blackmailing Mr. Devoy, pissing her off further. Not only was he ruining her sex, he was jumping in on her blackmail scheme. “Right?” Mr. Devoy nodded like he was terrified then and she just rolled her eyes and clenched her jaw. Instead of leaving and letting them get back to it, Q gestured for Mr. Devoy to leave, like he had total control of him and Geeg just scoffed as he obeyed, hating Q bitterly in that moment. She felt like a junkie robbed of her fix seconds before taking it.

Q's eyes fell on her then and she raised a brow. Despite sitting there naked in front of him, his eyes never left her face. She knew it was because of Cain. The two of them were good friends, and that was honestly probably why she hadn't gone after Q sexually yet because she had to admit, she'd entertained the idea. Thinking of Cain made her think that maybe Q wouldn't keep what he'd just seen to himself. Afterall, as Cain's friend, it would be his place to tell him if he caught his girlfriend fucking someone else. “Sorry to ruin your fun, but opportunity was knocking.” He breathed before slipping out of the room.

Geeg rolled her eyes and got up, quickly pulling on her skirt and sliding her arms through the sleeves of her button up. She shoved her thong and bra in her purse and scrapped her hair into a quick, neat ponytail before going after Q, buttoning and tying off her blouse as she chased him down. She grabbed his arm just as he made it to the music room door and turned him back to face her.

Gigi held his eyes, anger clear in her eyes as they narrowed and she took a step closer to him. "Are you going to tell Cain?" She asked, voice low, hoping like hell his answer would be no, and watching him closely. She didn't put it past him to lie to her and say no, but do it anyway. If he told Cain, it wouldn't break them up, her cheating never did, but it would definitely cause a fight and she'd get her ass kissed. Her head was already spinning, trying to think of ways to turn the situation around on someone else if Q told Cain.



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Cain had never hated anything more in his life then he hated Saint. Vincent's. He'd spent the entirety of his life learning from his mother that big corporations and powerful people that wanted to control and take advantage of you, were evil. Saint. Vincent's was the very epitome of that. Technically a boarding school, it's goal was supposed to be to take troubled teens and, not only rehabilitate them, but educate them and give them a safe living environment as well. Over the years since opening, however, the mission of the school had been skewed considerably and fear and punishment became the place's driving forces.

He'd been in that school for just over a year now, and he had the entire place figured out from the general vibe down to the shifts of all the guards. Being somewhat of a mix of a prison, school, and hospital, the place was both heavily staffed, and heavily guarded. Almost everywhere you went, there were watching eyes. Doctors were heavy handed with the pills, pushing prescriptions worse then drug dealers pushing drugs, experimental therapy was sometimes used. Physical punishment was common for insubordinates. The place was pure hell to say the least.

If you were smart, however, it didn't have to be and, thankfully, Cain was somewhat of a young genius. He'd had a good year to learn the ins and outs of the school and he certainly had. He knew how almost every staff member worked and knew how to bribe and con to get his way around the place. He wasn't exactly untouchable, he still got caught sometimes, but, for the most part, him and his girlfriend Georgia got away with more then almost anyone else in the school just because they knew the beauty of a little thing called blackmail.

In fact, he was sort of the school's main drug dealer, not because he needed the money, but because him and Georgia were usually the most successful at safely getting drugs into the school without a trace. He sent messages to a friend on the outside from a hacked computer in the library who then brought the drugs and passed them to him through a variety of covert methods.
He could get everything from cigarettes to meth, and that gave him even more power in the school. Georgia was able to control most of the staff with a bat of her lashes and her bad reputation, which he hated, but he had to admit, sometimes benefitted his own needs. He, on the other hand, controlled most of the student body because of his drug supply.

Three months ago, he'd gotten a new roommate, Quinton King, and instantly, his influence over the school had just gotten stronger. Now him and Georgia had Quinton and Shiloh, Q's sister, and the four of them were a force to be reckoned with to say the least. Shiloh and Q weren't afraid to get their hands dirty or get reckless, while, at the same time, had a frightening charm. He controlled the majority of the school's drug supply and Georgia had dirt on almost all of the school staff.

At the moment, it was midmorning on a Friday. He was supposed to be in class, but wasn't. He had perfect grades because school was simply too easy for him. In fact, he often got bored with it and simply didn't go because he felt like he didn't have
to. It was pretty easy to skip class when your psychologist had fucked your girlfriend. They were allowed to see their doctors at any point of any day if they needed it, so he always just pretended he was going to his doctor and then blackmailed the man with the time he'd caught him with Georgia and therefore, got out of class altogether. The only way to get caught, was if a staff member found him in the hall or something.

He wasn't in the hall though, he was in his room he shared with Q, alone. A month or so ago, him and Shi had decided that he needed a computer to himself, so he didn't have to be worried that he would get caught hacking the ones in the library. He'd asked her to help him with it because, while he was an excellent conman and a skilled fraud, she had more experience in thievery then him.

She's stolen him a laptop from a teacher and he'd promptly broken into the school's network, while remaining anonymous. It helped considerably with his drug business, as well as gave him the ability to reach student and faculty files, fuck with information, and much more. He could do everything from file a fake prescription under one of the doctor's names, to contact people from the outside to bring him things like drugs or booze. He was even anonymously blackmailing several teachers over email and a security guard.

Currently, he was working on trying to get his group of four them a off school grounds for the weekend. Of course, they couldn't run away completely, he'd attempted it multiple times, and they'd always tracked him down and threw him back in. Seeing as he'd been given an ultimatum by the FBI before arriving at St. Vincent's he couldn't exactly slip away unnoticed in the middle of the night.

But he could probably sneak out for a night and then back in without anyone noticing. All he had to do was bribe and blackmail a few security guards and doctor some hallway security camera footage to cover their steps. Aside from his failed escape attempts, he hadn't been off the school grounds in a year and it was driving him nuts. He was sick of the place.

After spending a while on the computer, working on camera footage, and changing some of the guards shifts so there wouldn't be as much security, and the ones that would be out, he would be able to bribe. Once nearly everything was set, he closed the laptop and smirked as he got up. He showered and changed quickly, before changing and leaving his room. He couldn't wait to tell the others that he could get them out of there for a few hours later that night, but first, he needed to find his girlfriend. He needed something from her.

He hated that she fucked around behind his back, but he couldn't help but admit that her promiscuity was often useful to him. Sometimes, even though it was low, he asked her to do things for him. He would ask someone else, but truly, no one seduced the way Georgia did. He figured she'd be hanging out with Shiloh in her room so he made his way there, wanting to ask her to seduce and steal something from a guard, so they could pull off their night out later.

On his way to her room, he stopped by the bathroom, remembering he'd promised he'd leave a "gift" for one of the students. He smirked when he ducked into the men's bathroom and found Shi in there, standing on a radiator, smoking. Clearly, she was waiting for her brother, and from the looks of it, she was impatient. He could see right up her skirt, and it was hard not to look, because Shi was a gorgeous girl and he'd always been attracted to her more then he should be.

However, he knew for a fact that, not only would Gigi lose her shit if he ever pursued Shi, but Q would kill him. Slowly, and painfully most likely. Q was oddly protective of Shi and he didn't want to cross Q. Cain wasn't exactly scrawny or helpless, but Q just looked like the type of man you don't fuck with. No matter how good you are at defending yourself. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He asked her sarcastically with a smirk, knowing the statement was hypocritical.

He walked past her into one of the stalls, quickly tapping a small bag of coke to the back of the toilet for a student who was supposed to pick up later. He came back out then and watched Shi as she finished up her cigarette before he held out his hand to her, helping her step down off the radiator and back to the floor. "I was looking for Georgia, but maybe you can do me a favor Shi?" He asked, raising a brow with a smirk. "I'm trying to get us out of here for a few hours tonight, and I need someone to steal a skeleton key off a guard." He explained. It was the only thing he didn't already have, a key that would open their rooms at night.

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Shiloh was the youngest of their group of popular misfits. She was also the one who often felt like more of a third wheel then an actual friend. Gigi and Cain were a thing, everyone knew it. While her brother had been with nearly every girl in school and some of the female staff members. When it came to Shi though, no guy would look at her because they were far too terrified of her brother to even so much as be caught dead talking to her. It was the one thing she hated most about her brother, him being as controlling as he was, made it impossible for her to be with anyone romantically and it was beyond frustrating sometimes. This didn’t however mean she didn’t occasionally sneak around. Sometimes it was almost better, she could fuck someone and threaten them not to say anything. They’d oblige because, they didn’t want to face Q’s wrath.

Lo raised a brow at the way she could practically see Cain trying to keep his eyes from roaming over her too exposed body. She wasn’t scantily dressed at all, in fact her uniform was fairly modest. It was just the way she wore the uniform that made it a little inappropriate. It tittered on naughty school girl, her uniform always did.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He asked and she hated the smirk the painted his handsome features and the way it made her heart kick in her chest. He was way too handsome for his own good or anyone else for that matter. It was almost unfair that he was taken, but of course he’d be taken by someone as gorgeous as Gigi. Shi knew she was beautiful, but in comparison to Geeg, she could get insecure. Her roommate was the only person she’d ever felt subpar to.

Her eyes followed Cain as he disappeared into one of the stalls. She knew what he was doing she wasn’t stupid, nor did she care what he was doing though. If she wanted anything from him, he would get it from her. Not that she needed his help, because Q was just as capable. Shi didn’t like to be dependent on anyone that wasn’t her older brother. She couldn’t afford to be. She didn’t trust anyone as far as she could throw them. She took a long drag off her cigarette as he came back out. She could feel his eyes on her, but she paid him no mind as she put the cigarette out on the brick window seal. He offered his hand to her, helping her down and she gladly accepted. Her skin burned, where his skin touched her hand, but she ignored the feeling as she stepped down back onto the solid ground. She turned away from him looking over her reflection in the mirror as she often did. She reapplied her lip gloss, for the third time after her cigarette as he spoke.

"I was looking for Georgia, but maybe you can do me a favor Shi?" He asked and her piercing blue eyes found his eyes in the mirror as he stood behind her, there was that damn smirk again. "I'm trying to get us out of here for a few hours tonight, and I need someone to steal a skeleton key off a guard." He explained and her eyes flicked back to her own reflection as she played with her hair, taming the already loose curls a little more.

She turned around to face him leaning against the porcelain sink. If she was being honest, she was hoping the favor he was going to ask of her was going to be something a little more intimate. That was only a school girl pipe dream. She knew that his loyalties lied with Gigi. Not to mention she was pretty sure if he wasn’t loyal to her, the last person he was going to fuck around with was her roommate and his roommate’s little sister. There were too many things that could go wrong.

“Yeah. I can help you.” She breathed clicking her tongue ring against the roof of her mouth as she pushed off the sink and walked over to him, she paused in front of him, looking up at him. Her small size was painfully noticeable standing next to guys like Cain and her brother. Her fearless confidence though typically made up for her lack of height. She was standing a little too close to him, there was very little space between them, but she didn’t waver even as she felt the urge to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. “If you can do me a favor in return.” She breathed, a wicked smirk spreading across her pouty lips. “Distract my brother, so I can do my own thing tonight.” She shrugged like it was easy, despite Q constantly needing to know where she was. She bit her lips, looking playfully confused for a moment. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” She breathed gesturing between them as she held his eyes. “Homegirl won’t like it if she catches us alone, together. Helping you or not. She won’t see it that way.” She shrugged as she headed towards the door, no longer wanting to wait for her brother. She had every intent to head back to her room get high and sleep for the rest of the afternoon.




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Quinton should probably hate the idea of this school more then he did. There was a part of him that honestly hated the place, mostly because they were trying so hard to break him and they just couldn’t. He had his father’s DNA, his father’s level of crazy. It took a special kind of person to convince people that you were a prophet and could build up a cult. That was exactly what his father had done. He had a disturbing amount of stamina in him. He would not and could not be broken by a private school, especially when they told him that was what they were going to do. It only made him want to rebel that much more. His stay at the school was only made more enjoyable by the simple fact that he had both staff and students alike eating out of the palm of his hand. He was a natural bullshitter with charm that could convince anyone he was a decent guy. That couldn’t be father from the truth though. He was anything but decent.

He had to get to the bathroom, the last thing he wanted was to hear his sister nag him about where he was and why he was late. Him and his sister had a close-knit relationship, most people would describe it as uncomfortably close. The reality of it was tough, all they had left was each other and they refused to trust anyone. Still he didn’t like answering to anyone, although he knew he owed something of an explanation to Shi. He tried his best not to be late but fuck he couldn’t help it. Things always seemed to come up.

He felt Georgia grab his arm and he let her turn him around. He smirked at the anger that was present in her eyes. He was amused by the simple fact that she thought she was intimidating in the least to him. However, he had to admit her bravery in touching him was interesting. Maybe it was just because they hung out regularly that she though she could put hands on him. She took a step closer and he looked down at her, irritated with her closeness. He ran his tongue across his teeth as she spoke.

“Are you going to tell Cain?" She asked, her voice dropping and he rolled his eyes. The least of his worries was her relationship with his roommate. She could care less what their arrangement was. It wasn’t his business. What was his business though was using a teachers affair with a student to get what he wanted when he wanted it. Still though, the more cynical part of him wanted to fuck with her. He pulled his arm away from her, running his hand through his short pompadour styled hair.

“Listen sweetheart, if you don’t want to be caught being the school slut, then have some decency.” He shrugged. His eyes ran over her then, almost judgmentally. She was insanely beautiful there was no doubt about that. “What’s your issue Kitten?” he asked in a tone that was degrading. “Daddy didn’t love you enough?” He asked as I he had her all figured out. “A helpful hint, for girls like you with daddy issues. Deprecating your value with sum bags like Mr. Devoy, won’t make him love you anymore.” He said honestly.

Quinton was always blunt with his words, it was part of his appeal. It was also part of the reason people didn’t fuck with him. His words and his threats were never empty. He had no desire to be liked by anyone, people’s opinion of him didn’t matter so he didn’t see the need to lie. Hell, most the time when he was caught for a crime he outwardly admitted to it. He was just that bold and full of himself.

“I gotta go Gigi.” He stated simply. “Try to keep your legs closed for Cain’s sake.” He said as he started walking backwards still facing her. “Or don’t. It’s really not my business.” He shrugged. A devious smirk stretched across his lips, before he winked at her making it clear he wasn’t planning on telling Cain. He turned then on his heel heading out into the hallway having a feeling she’d follow despite herself.

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Q pulled his arm from her grip and she just let him, watching as he ran a hand through his hair. She hated the mischievous, and yet somehow still charming, look on his face, and she almost wished she hadn't bothered to stop him. She knew he was about to say something that would get under her skin. He had a way of doing that and it drove her crazy. When she wasn't wondering what it was like to fuck him, she was usually glaring daggers at him like she fucking hated him because he was always pissing her off.

“Listen sweetheart, if you don’t want to be caught being the school slut, then have some decency.” He said with a shrug and that made her jaw clench tightly. It took everything she had to bite her tongue and let his eyes run over her judgingly. She wasn't used to being looked at like that by men and she wanted to spit something hateful at him so bad, but she waited, hoping he would her question. If he was going to tell Cain, she needed to be ready for an ugly fight.

“What’s your issue Kitten?” He asked degradingly and Gigi had to look away to keep herself from lashing out like she wanted to. “Daddy didn’t love you enough?” He asked, like he knew her and her shoulders tensed at that. She hated him for acting like he knew her, but what was even more annoying, was that he was right. She had daddy issues, there was no denying that. “A helpful hint, for girls like you with daddy issues. Deprecating your value with scumbags like Mr. Devoy, won’t make him love you anymore.” He said and her eyes shot back to his suddenly then, pure fire in them as she glared at him. She wanted to smack that arrogant, smug look right off his face.

“I gotta go Gigi.” He stated simply, like he'd just bumped into her in the hall and said hi. “Try to keep your legs closed for Cain’s sake.” He said, walking backwards towards the door. “Or don’t. It’s really not my business.” He shrugged. Gigi watched, hating him as a devious smirk spread across his lips and he winked at her. She knew then, he wasn't going to tell Cain, but she still didn't want him to get away with talking to her like that. She was a slut and she knew it, but the only time it was okay for a man to treat her like a slut, was in bed.

He turned and ducked out into the hall then and she rolled her eyes and went after him. She couldn't help it, her rage had gotten the better of her. Even if he went and told Cain, she didn't care. She would rather fight with Cain then let Q walk away after that. "Hey asshole." Geeg called after him in the hall, walking briskly to catch up with him. She slipped in front of him quickly, stopping him in his tracks. "Don't fucking talk to me like that!" She nearly shouted as she gave him a rough shove in the chest, making him take a step back.

She knew she was being a little loud and irrational. If the staff found them, they'd be in trouble, but she didn't care. He'd riled her up too much and now her temper was out of control. "You don't think I have you pegged too? You're a sadist piece of shit." She spat hatefully before giving him a hard slap across the face, a loud smack echoing down the hall. "I hate to burst your bubble baby, but you're not as fucking awesome as you seem to think." Geeg hissed mockingly and gave him one more hard shove before flicking him off and turning, heading away from him down the hall, towards her room. She pulled out her phone, getting ready to text Cain, needing a good fuck now that Q had both ruined her sex, and royally pissed her off.



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Shiloh fiddled with her hair in the mirror for a moment and Cain just watched her, knowing Shi was more than a little vain. In fact, she and her brother both were. They seemed to think they were the best thing since sliced bread, and it was almost unbearable sometimes. However, most of the time, he liked that the siblings were so confident, it was part of what made them so dangerous.

Shi turned back to face him then, leaning against the sink behind her and he just leaned against the stall behind him and watched her. “Yeah. I can help you.” She breathed with a click of her tongue and he couldn't help but smirk, knowing already that yes was going to be her answer. She couldn't resist the urge to cause a little trouble. She pushed off the sink and walked over to him. She was standing so close to him, it was impossible not to notice that there was a little heat between them.

Part of him hated it and wanted to step back, knowing he was spoken for and Shi was so far off limits, it wasn't even funny. Still, the heat was powerful and another part of him wanted to slam her small body against the wall and kiss her hard. He couldn't help himself, he often thought of Shi in ways he knew he shouldn't and he'd be lying if he said he'd never fantasized about fucking her. She was so forbidden to him and it made him crazy. It was like placing a piece of candy in front of a child and telling them not to touch it.

“If you can do me a favor in return.” She breathed, then with a wicked smirk and he just scoffed. He should have assumed there would be strings attached. There always were when dealing with the King siblings. “Distract my brother, so I can do my own thing tonight.” She shrugged like it was a simple task and he raised a brow. Other then finding him a girl that could keep him occupied for a while, he wasn't sure there was anything that would distract Q. He was a bit of a control freak when it came to Shi, to say the least.

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” She breathed gesturing between them. “Homegirl won’t like it if she catches us alone, together. Helping you or not. She won’t see it that way.” She shrugged and he rolled his eyes at the mention of Georgia. She was probably right. Georgia was constantly sleeping around on him, but at the same time, if he even so much as looked at another girl, she would flip out dramatically.

Cain sighed as she turned and headed towards the door. He moved forward and grabbed her elbow before she could reach it,
pulling her back towards him. He couldn't deny the heat buzzing between them again as he looked down into her eyes with a mischievous look in his. "Yeah?" he said, like he didn't care what Gigi thought. "I'll bet your brother wouldn't like it either." He said, raising a brow at her, practically goading her into helping him, knowing she would be amused at the thought of doing something her brother wouldn't approve of.

He let go of her then and took a step back, lifting his hands up, letting her know she could leave if she wanted, he wasn't stopping her. There was a smirk on his lips though, because he knew she wouldn't. "Or you know, you could just go back to your room." He said with a shrug, gesturing towards the door. "I'll get Georgia to help me, and maybe I'll just take her out tonight. It's been a good year since we've been on a proper date." He told her, letting her know he had no problem excluding her and her brother from the plan if she didn't feel like helping.

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Shiloh would die to spend time alone with Cain. While at the same time she knew that spending time alone with him would prove dangerous for both of them. They’d be playing with fire. The second she’d laid eyes on Cain she’d made it a point not to be alone with him, because she knew it would be a bad idea. He was intoxicating, everything about him and she wanted to be wrapped up in him, but she also didn’t want to give him that kind of power. In the long run she had an idea that his arrogance was too similar to her brothers and it would irritate the hell out of her. He was better in her head as a fantasy and she continued to tell herself that. It was easier that way, because pinning over him was torturous.

Before she could actually get to the door, he grabbed her elbow. He pulled her close, turning her to face him. Her skin begged for his hands to run over her skin. She bit her lip to keep a soft moan from escaping her lips. If his touch was that dangerous, she couldn’t even imagine what his lips would do to her. There was a playful look in his eyes, one that told her she was about to push her, he was about to push her to a point where she wouldn’t be able to refuse. She raised a brow keeping her eyes on his.

"Yeah?" Her chest burned with excitement at the way he seemed to throw his relationship to the side. "I'll bet your brother wouldn't like it either." He breathed, raising a brow. She pulled her arm away from him then, hating that he knew exactly what to say to get her to do what she wanted. Typically, she was the one doing the manipulating. She didn’t like the position he’d put her in, she knew that he knew exactly what he was doing, manipulating her decision. He took a step back lifting his hands up in defense, throwing the ball back in her court. Her mind was already made up though. The smirk on her lips made her feel like she was signing her soul to him, despite the fact that all she’d be doing was distracting a security guard and nabbing a key from him. “Or you know, you could just go back to your room." He said with a shrug. "I'll get Georgia to help me, and maybe I'll just take her out tonight. It's been a good year since we've been on a proper date." He said and a hint of jealousy pulsed though her veins at the simple fact that she’d never been on a real date.

She thought about it for a long moment as if she was debating it, when really, she already knew she was going to say yes. She glanced up at the clock behind him on the wall. They had ten minuets before the bell would ring. They’d more then likely have to wait to do their dirty work until the next period started. It would give them a minuet to plan something out. Not that they needed very long. She sigh, with a half roll of her eyes she grabbed his wrist and peaked out of the bathroom. They’d need to move to somewhere a little more secure. She tugged him along with her out of the bathroom, once she caught sight of the hallway being empty. She released his wrist once they were in the hallway figuring he’d follow her. In the distance, Georgia’s very dramatic yells could be heard.

“You're not as fucking awesome as you seem to think.” She was clearly laying into whoever she was lecturing. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for her. It would draw attention though and she was bound to get in trouble if she got caught. However, it was the perfect distraction for her and Cain to move through the schools hallways a little easier if the security was called to tend to the commotion.

She glanced to the side with a smirk on her lips as she looked at Cain. “Remind me again, why you’re with her.” She breathed teasingly, although there was an underlining seriousness to her. Shiloh could be just as crazy, the only difference was if you pissed her off, she’d take care of it quietly when you least expected it. She got revenge by burning you’re shit of or mixing crushed ex lax into you drink. Her revenge could get out of hand at times. She liked hitting you below the belt when you least expected it, it was more satisfying to her then yelling at you. “Never I don’t care.” She lied flawlessly. Of course she cared, because a part of her wanted to know what it was he saw in Gigi. Still, being a compulsive liar, it was easy for her to pretend she didn’t give a fuck maybe a little too easy.

They reached a door that said Restricted. There was a numbered keypad on the door to keep students at, but that never stopped and Q. They often disappeared down stairs into the furnace room on the weekends. She quickly typed in the code, before opening the door and gesturing for him to go inside, she knew the bell was about to ring and this would be the safest place, where Q, Gigi, and the staff would be less likely to find them. She slipped in behind him taking the stairs down into the dingy, dimly red lit concrete basement. She seemed perfectly content here, as if it was her bedroom. In the back corner of the room there was an old couch. She sunk down onto it. She pulled out a joint she’d hid in her bra, lighting it with her own light purple lighter that matched the color of her perfectly manicured nails. Aesthetic was everything to Shiloh.

“So, what’s the plan Einstein? You have one of those right?” She asked. “I’m not sucking anyone’s dick.” She said honestly. “I’m not Georgia.” She teased, making an undercut comment about his girlfriend wondering if he’d get pissed off. It was no secret that Gigi cheated on him, they were often fighting about that very thing. In reality, she loved her roommate, they got along well. At the same time, she wasn’t below throwing her under the bus and testing the waters to see if she could get under Cain’s skin.




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The thing about Georgia that frustrated Quinton the most was that she freely gave her body to everyone. Sure, he did the exact same thing and it was a double standard for him to be upset with her in the least. For Georgia though she deserved so much more then every ass hole that looked at her lustfully, using and abusing her body. There was just something about it that felt wrong to him. Again, it was none of his business. He felt the very same way about his sister though. It was why he kept such a tight rope on her. No one was good enough for Shiloh and he was a guy, he knew what went on in guy’s heads. Not only that, it was a dangerous game to let just anyone in sexually. More so for girls, the world was full of creeps, who could and would get away with murder if they could.

He was headed down the hall in the direction of the boy’s bathroom, the one that was the least used in the entire school. He didn’t get far though when he heard the door to the music classroom open behind him. He didn’t have to turn around to know that Gigi was pissed. He could hear her hurried footsteps even before she spoke.

"Hey asshole." She called after him. He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly to himself, before she stepped in front of him and he stopped, looking down at her. The smirk on his lips told you he was more then a little amused with her frustration with him. "Don't fucking talk to me like that!" She practically shouted shoving him and causing him to stumbled back a step or too. He was in no mood to deal with her dramatic display. He rolled his eyes as she continued. "You don't think I have you pegged too? You're a sadist piece of shit." She spat, her words were meant to hurt him, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before and the smirk on his lips only spread into an arrogant grin. "I hate to burst your bubble baby, but you're not as fucking awesome as you seem to think." she hissed, shoving him once more. Only this time he didn’t move planted firmly in his place.

She turned away from him then, heading down the hallway. They were sure to get into trouble if anyone caught them and there was no doubt in his mind, someone had her yelling at him. He debated even going after her, he could duck into the music room and hide out and let her get caught in the halls alone. He probably should, then again, the idea of her having to endure half the shit St. Vincent staff had done to him in order to punish him made him visibly wince. He was a horrible person sure, but he wasn’t so heartless that he wanted Geeg getting hurt at the hands of the school’s staff. Maybe it was because he had a soft spot for his roommate. Whatever the case he started silently after her. He could hear foot steps coming down another hallway and quite whispers of a few familiar security guards. They were coming to check out the commotion.

He caught up to Georgia fairly quickly despite her angry strides. He grabbed her upper arm just as he saw three of the security guards around the corner. He slapped his hand over her mouth as he pulled her down another hallway, before quickly typing in the keycode for the door to the library and shoving her into the dark room, hiding them from the security guards. Due to the school being so old, most of the doors still had keys. However, more important room like the Library, the furnace room, roof access, record rooms, and staff members offices had actual keypads to get in. They changed the codes often; each room had a different code. Q though, had a master code that could override any number combination no matter how many times they changed it.

“Are you trying to get both of us put in confinement?” He asked, although he didn’t seem all that worried about it. He’d been then a countless number of times, more than most students. He glanced out the doors window as the security guards passed. He smirked, having been able to successfully hide them before he turned back around to face Geeg. “Sadist huh?” He grinned. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He breathed before slipped deeper into the library, which was off limits to students, except for the designated hours during study hall and an hour after classes got out.

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Georgia wasn't sure what it was about Q that always seemed to get her so worked up, but for some reason, he seemed to be able to push her buttons like no one else. She walked quickly back towards her room, knowing she'd made an unnecessary amount of noise and that she had to get out of the hall before someone found her. Besides, now that she was all pissed off, she needed Cain. He'd fuck her good, and she'd forget all about the stupid shit Q had said.

She didn't even get to finish texting Cain though. Instead, Q caught her by the arm once more and her jaw clenched tightly. She had to fight the urge to whirl around and slap him across the face, both hating and loving that he'd followed her. Before she could even think about fighting him off, however, he slapped a hand over her mouth tight and she caught sight of a few security guards coming around the corner as he dragged her down a different hallway.

He quickly tapped in the code to the library before shoving her into the dark room and she just rolled her eyes. She knew he'd pretty much just saved her from an ugly punishment at the hands of those guards, but she hated him for it at the same time because she had too much pride to thank him. “Are you trying to get both of us put in confinement?” He asked, and she just scoffed as she watched him check the window to make sure the guards were gone. The punishments were pretty bad, but, depending on who she was in trouble with, she could usually get out of them using her own wicked ways.

Q turned to face her then, and, even in the darkness, she could see that familiar smug smirk on his lips. Somehow it both made her want to kiss him, and hit him at the same time. “Sadist huh?” He grinned and she just shrugged. Sadist was probably putting it nicely to be honest. She'd never met anyone so dark and dangerous, and yet somehow impossibly charming at the same time. She'd thought Cain and her were rebels until she'd met the King siblings. They'd seen and done things that, Gigi, with her lavish and pampered upbringing, would probably never experience, no matter how badass she thought she was. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He breathed coyly before slipping off into the dark library.

Gigi went to the door, glancing out the window for gaurds, contemplating leaving. She really should. Afterall, the guards were gone and she was only a few hallway turns away from her room. Being trapped alone in that dark room with Q was a bad idea, that much she knew. She tended to actively avoid being along with Q as much as possible, because she knew it was only a matter of time before she either tried to fuck him or kill him.

In the end, she decided she might as well wait until the next class started in ten minutes or so. That way, she wouldn't get caught in the hall during a passing period, when there was a lot more staff out. Instead of leaving, Geeg went over to one of the bookshelves, running a finger along the spines of the books as she walked down the row, her eyes on Q in the dark. Not for the first time, she found herself wondering what his touch was like and had to chew on her lip to keep herself under control. She stopped then and pulled down a book, the bible. "I wonder, will you burst into flames?" She joked as she tossed the book in his direction. The book glanced off his shoulder and she just smirked and shrugged. "What a shame." She chuckled under her breath before pulling down another bible.

She thumbed through the pages quickly, not really reading them, just letting her eyes run over the tiny words before she stopped suddenly and tore a page out quickly, a loud, violent tear breaking the silence of the room. "Corinthians 11:14," she breathed in the dark, reading from the page she'd just ripped out. "No wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light." She smirked as she glanced up at Q, raising a brow. The words didn't mean much to her and never had. She could remember, growing up in Savannah, being dragged to church every Sunday and hating every boring second of it. She would look up at the cross hanging above the preacher and wonder to herself, what it felt like to be God.

She went over to one of the study tables then and pulled a chair out, plopping herself down as she tossed her purse up on the table and lay the torn bible page out flat. She pulled her weed stash from her purse and, with expert hands, started to roll the bible page into a nice, thick joint, glancing up at Q occasionally as she ran her tongue along the paper and sealed it. One it was done, Geeg crossed the room one more time. There was only one reachable window in the room, sitting above a low, waist-high bookshelf. Gigi grabbed another book and hopped up onto the bookshelf, sitting on it's top. She had spent nearly a year in that hellhole of a school, and knew all the best places to smoke without getting caught. The library was one of them because the lock on the window was broken. All she had to do was squeeze a small hand between the bars, lift the heavy window a crack, and wedge a book under it to keep it open.

Once the window was properly cracked, Gigi turned back to face Q, sitting on top of the bookshelf with her legs crossed. She brought the joint to her lips and lit it, taking a long, deep hit before turning towards the window to blow the smoke out slowly. She held a hand out with the joint in it, offering it to Q. If she was going to be trapped there with him for a little bit, they might as well get a little high. "Tell me something I don't know about you, Mr. King." She teased lightly, trying to kill the time with a little light conversation that, hopefully, wouldn't turn her on or piss her off.



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Cain could tell he'd gotten under Shi's skin, no matter how hard she tried to hide it and he couldn't help but be a little amused. He was good at manipulating people. Sure, he wasn't the son of a cult leader like the King siblings, but he sure as hell knew how to talk just about anyone into just about anything. It was one of his many hidden talents that made him surprisingly dangerous. Most people underestimated him because of his good grades and fondness for computers, but he was actually a highly skilled con artist.

Cain watched as Shiloh thought for a moment, but he knew already she was going to say yes, and was merely putting on a show for his sake, making him raise a brow. A minute later, she was pulling him down the hall and he simply followed her as she lead him towards the furnace room. “You're not as fucking awesome as you seem to think.” He heard Georgia's familiar shouting from around the corner and rolled his eyes. He had half a mind to follow her voice and find out who she was yelling at, hoping like hell she wasn't cheating again.

He knew going after her wasn't a good idea though. If he was going to fight with her, he really shouldn't do it in the middle of the hallway because their fights, often got ugly and violent. The last thing he needed was for a guard to catch her screaming her lungs off at him while he slapped her around. “Remind me again, why you’re with her.” Shi teased and he just chuckled under his breath and flipped her off. Honestly, sometimes, he didn't even know the answer to that question. When him and Gigi had first started, it had been great. He'd seemed to make her pretty happy and she was a catch to say the least. Not only was she beautiful, but she was kinky, good as fuck in bed, and, if you knew her well enough, had a good heart.

Things had changed over time though. Something had happened between the two months that they'd been apart after he'd been sent to Saint Vincent's. Something she wouldn't tell him about. Whatever it was, he no longer seemed to make her happy. When she said she loved him, it sounded more like a desperate obsession then a confession of feeling, and he honestly wished he could go back to the early days of their relationship. In fact, for the first two months or so of their relationship, she hadn't cheated on him at all. It may not sound like much, but for Georgia, who fucked like it was going out of style, that was damn near saintly. “Nevermind I don’t care.” Shi said then, pulling him from his thoughts of Gigi and he realized they had finally reached the furnace room door.

Cain stood back and watched her as she typed in the key code before the two of them slipped inside. The furnace room as essentially just a small section of the building's basement. The furnace was in there, obviously, as well as some old furniture, as it was also used for storage of unwanted shit. It was dimly lit with red bulbs, making it a little eerie, and for that reason alone, the four of them had thrown several fairly successful and very exclusive parties down in that room. The kind of parties where you had to know someone to get in, of course. They couldn't risk anyone ratting them out for using the space.

Cain leaned against the wrought iron rail of the stairs as he watched Shi sink down onto the couch and light herself a joint. “So, what’s the plan Einstein? You have one of those right?” She asked and he just laughed lightly. Of course he had a plan. It was kind of his deal. He was the one with the plan, the others were the ones that carried it out. “I’m not sucking anyone’s dick.” She said honestly and he raised a brow at that. “I’m not Georgia.” She teased, and his jaw clenched a little at that comment.

He knew his girl was a slut, there was no denying that, but he didn't exactly like it being thrown in his face. He didn't let it get to him too much though because he knew Shi was only saying it to annoy him, and not to really dig at his relationship, or Gigi. She and Geeg were very different girls, but they were actually pretty good friends. "You don't have to suck anyone's dick princess, just pretend you're going to." He shrugged casually.

He pulled out a cigarette an lit it, making a mental note as he did so to get more soon. He was nearly out. "Lure some poor guard down here, I don't really care how." He flicked his wrist like it didn't make a difference to him. For all he cared, she could drag a guard down there by his tie, or seduce him into meeting her there, it didn't matter either way. "I'll be down here waiting." He explained, letting her know, no matter what she promised the guard, she wouldn't actually have to do anything sexual. If he set up something sexaul between Shi and a guard and Q found out, he would be as good as dead, he knew that. He wasn't stupid enough for that.

"I'll knock him out before he even knows what happened and steal his key." He shrugged before holding up another key. It was the key to his own room he'd stolen off a guard months ago. It would only open his room so it wasn't going to do the job he needed it to in order to get them out for the night, but it was a good enough decoy and he wouldn't need it anymore once he got a skeleton key. "We'll swap it with this and he'll have no idea what even happened when he wakes up." He shrugged simply. The only thing that would fuck things up for them was if the guard woke up and remembered their faces and ratted on them, but as much as he hated using the Georgia card, she'd be able to fix that situation easily with a bat of her lashes.

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"You don't have to suck anyone's dick princess, just pretend you're going to." He shrugged, tone casual and she was disappointed she hadn’t gotten more of a reaction from him. She pressed her joint to her lips taking another drag. He lit his own cigarette, before starting to explain what he had in mind. "Lure some poor guard down here, I don't really care how." He said with a wave of his wrist like he didn’t care how she did it and she continued to listen. "I'll be down here waiting." He explained and she was a little offended that he thought she needed help defending herself, but she didn’t’ say anything as she took another drag off her cigarette.

The very last thing she wanted was another man thinking they needed to defend her. She had enough of that from her brother. She hated that everyone, it wasn’t just her brother thought that she needed to be babied and looked after. She could more then take care of herself and she’d already made up her mind that she was going to prove that to Cain. She was already starting to formulate her own plan in her head, one that consisted of her doing the job on her own with no help from Cain.

"I'll knock him out before he even knows what happened and steal his key." He continued, but she’d completely lost interest in what he was saying and simply nodded to pretend she was still paying an ounce of attention. He held up another key and she raised a brow focusing on his words one more taking another hit from her joint. "We'll swap it with this and he'll have no idea what even happened when he wakes up." He shrugged, like his plan was simple, when in reality it sounded like far too much work for her.

She stood up walking over to him, she paused in front of him, snatching the key from his hands replacing it with her half smoked joint. “That sounds like a lot of work.” She admitted. She glanced up the stairs hearing the faint sound of the bell go off. “I’ll be right back.” She breathed starting up the stairs, she paused looking back down at him. “Don’t smoke that.” She warned, with a wicked smirk on her lips before disappearing up the stairs and out the door.

She blended flawlessly into the misfit teens that had started to file into the hallway, moving about to their next class like she should be doing. Instead she was seeking out Austin, the one and only guard she actually liked. He was young and easy to manipulate. When she’d finally found him, she’d innocently flirted with him. While he wasn’t paying attention, she’d done a simple slight of hand trick she’d learned from her brother years ago switching out the key’s without so much as Austin even noticing. The bell rang again warning the kinds they needed to be in class and she excused herself quickly saying she’d better get back to class as she moved back down the halls, typed in the keycode and slipped back down the stairs. She plucked the joint from between Cain’s fingers, before dropping it to the floor and stomping it out with the toe of her converse.

“I told you not to smoke it.” She said flicking her eyes back up to him before an accomplished smirk spread across her lips and she dangled the skeleton key over her forehead, victoriously. Cain reached out for it and she was quick to hide it behind her back. “Not so fast princess.” She breathed throwing his nickname for her right back in his face. “I have a better idea. You and I just go out tonight.” She breathed. She watched his face twist with confusion and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not asking you on a date, chill.” She breathed. “I just want to be away from my brother for a night.” She shrugged, tucking the key into her bra, making it clear he wasn’t going to be in control of it, like he’d initially thought. She shrugged, leaving the choice up to him.




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Q had a feeling she’d leave, she was already irritated with him. She’d gone as far as to slap him hard across the face and he’d had little to no reaction, to say she was simply pissed was probably an understatement. He really couldn’t care less if she left. He’d probably spend the rest of the school day in the library, mostly because he wanted to avoid Shiloh as long as possible. She was bound to be pissed that he wasn’t just late, but he’d completely stood her up. His sister didn’t’ take shit like that well, because she often relied on her and he let her down more then she let him down. He was supposed to have her back, but he tended to be a little too selfish at times.

He ran his fingers absentmindedly over spines of books. Reading wasn’t really his thing, it never had been. School had never really been his thing. Still there was something about the library that settled his relentless soul. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard quite foot steps behind him and he smirked at the sight of Georgia. She’d decided to stay, which was surprising. He continued down the section, before pausing on a section of religious historic books. He pulled one out flipping through the pages.

"I wonder, will you burst into flames?" Gigi said, but he didn’t look up, until the book his his shoulder. His eyes flicked up, a grin on his lips as his eyes glanced down to the bible at his feet. "What a shame." She chuckled and he couldn’t help his grin from growing wider as his eyes returned to his own book, he lend back casually on the book shelf behind him as he let his eyes scan over the words in the book, only half interested. He glanced up at Gigi again when he heard her ripping a page from one of the books, raising a brow as she spoke. "Corinthians 11:14," She breathed darkly as she started to read from the page she’d just ripped out. "No wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light." She smirked, but the smirk had long since fallen from his lips. The passage reminded him of his father.

His eyes followed her as she made her way to one of the study tables, plopping down onto the seat. She started to roll up a joint with the page of the bible she’d ripped out. He shut his book placing it back on the shelf as he lent down picking up the bible she’d thrown at him. He started flipping though it as she moved across the room, hopping up onto one of the smaller book shelves and propping the window open so she could smoke without setting one of the fire alarms off. He put the bible back on the shelve in it’s place as if he had the upmost respect for it that Geeg had lacked throwing it at him. He crossed the room plucking the joint from her finger tips as she offered it to him taking a long drag from it. He lend against one of the study tables, half siting on it as she spoke.

"Tell me something I don't know about you, Mr. King." She teased lightly as he blew out a plum of thick white smoke, with ease, making it look like he’d smoked far more then a mere hit off a joint before passing it back to her. He let it fall silent for a long moment between them, before pushing off the table. He closed the space between them, placing a hand on either side of her on the book shelf, boxing her in with ease thanks to his height. He lend in close holding her eyes, there was an intenseness to his eyes that matched that of his father, that made you think he could see into the darkest corner of you’re soul.

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” His voice was a whisper as he spoke the words, like the bible was a second language to him. His words were condemning and accusing, in a way that was almost acceptable. “1 John 1:9” he breathed as if wanting her to commit that bible verse to memory. “I killed a man.” He admitted, voice still quiet. He spoke with a seriousness that couldn’t be mistaken as anything less. “I bet you didn’t know that.” He breathed, a wicked half smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He pressed his index finger to his lip as if telling her to keep his secret. His eyes although dark blue, seemed black in that moment. He pushed off the book shelve then, disappearing into one of the rows of book shelves. The heat between him in Gigi in that moment had been palpable and he needed to remove himself from the situation before things got too heated. The bell sounded loudly through out the school then, reminding them it was time to switch classes, but he had no intent of leaving.

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Gigi watched Q intently in the dark, nothing but a rectangular shaft of light coming through the window behind her illuminating him as he cooly blew out a breath of smoke and passed the joint back to her. She took it willingly, taking a dep hit and turning towards the window again briefly to blow it out before turning back to him just in time to see him closing the space between them. Her breath caught in her chest and she held it as he placed a hand on either side of her, boxing her in.

His closeness was fucking dizzying. His eyes were dark and intense, and she honestly couldn't remember the last time her heart had been beating so hard. He hadn't even touched her, all he'd done was lean in close and hold her eyes, but there was something about his glare that made her want to squirm. It was like he could see even her darkest secrets and she had to look away and take another hit of the joint to keep from losing herself completely.

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” His practically whispered, the words rolling off his tongue so smoothly, it was like he'd written them himself. Her eyes went back to his and for some reason, she felt like a she was a little girl again, looking up at the preacher, wondering what it was like to be God. She chewed the inside of her cheek, almost nervously, convinced that he was the devil. It was like he was accusing her of sins and telling her to confess them at the same time. “1 John 1:9” he breathed, like he was teaching her something, wanting her to remember the words.

Geeg wanted to say something, but she couldn't find any words. It was honestly taking everything she had not to uncross her legs and pull his body into hers, so she said nothing and it fell silent for a beat. The heat between them was practically tangible and she felt like she could hardly breathe. “I killed a man.” He admitted, softly. He was serious, but at the same time, nonchalant, dark, but at the same time guiltless. She hated that hearing those words turned her on. She had grown up miserable, but, at the same time, spoiled rotten. She'd never met anyone who'd killed before, and for some reason, the thought didn't disgust her or scare her like it should. It excited her. He knew what it felt like to be God.

“I bet you didn’t know that.” He breathed, with a wicked half smirk that she knew was going to haunt her. She just shook her head because it was honestly all she could do. If she spoke, she would say something stupid, and if she tried to move, she was afraid she might pull him in and kiss him. She just watched him, holding her breath as he brought his finger to his lips in a hushing gesture, like it was their secret.

She wasn't able to release the breath she was holding in until he pushed away from her and she had a second to recollect herself. She brought the forgotten joint back to her lips as the bell sounded, practically making her jump right out of her skin. She was glad he was somewhere in the darkness of the bookshelves and not close enough to see that her hand was shaking a little as she lowered the joint and blew the smoke out the window. She really needed to leave.

"Tell me about it." She whispered in the silence, hopping off the desk and following in the direction he'd gone. It was dark, but she found him between two rows of shelves in the religious section. He was leaning against a shelf, a book in his hand he was thumbing through casually, like he was only vaguely interested. She placed her hand on the book, stopping him and stepping in close as she held the joint out to him again with a smirk on her lips. "What was it like?" She breathed, sounding all-too-interested as she held his eyes in the dark.



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Shiloh stood and walked over to him and Cain just kept his eyes on her, doing his best not to let his eyes roam her body or his mind wonder what her lips tasted like. She swiped the key from his fingers and placed the joint there instead, making him smirk down at her. “That sounds like a lot of work.” She admitted and he raised a brow at her. She glanced up the stairs as the bell went off, interrupting the moment briefly.

“I’ll be right back.” She breathed, pulling away from him to saunter up the stairs like she knew exactly what she was doing and he sighed. He wanted to tell her to stick to the plan because he could tell by her attitude, she was going to do her own thing. It drove him a little crazy, because he was a bit of a control freak, but she had him at an impasse. He had to let her do it the way she wanted because she was the one doing it, not him. If he could bat his lashes at a guard for the key, he would have already, but he needed Shi, so he let her get away with it and disappear up the stairs.

Despite her telling him not to smoke her joint, he took a few hits off it before taking a seat on the couch, waiting for her. Passing period was no more then a five minute window and she had returned before it was over. She stole the joint and stamped it out on the ground and he raised a brow up at her, knowing already that she had the key. She wouldn't have come back without it, and she was good enough that he wasn't all that shocked that she'd managed to pull it off in such a short window of time.

“I told you not to smoke it.” She chastised him and he just shrugged as she smirked and held up the key, dangling it over her forehead. He grinned wickedly, unable to hide the fact that he was impressed. He should have figured she didn't need him. He reached to take the key from her, but before he could grab it, she snatched it back at the last second, hiding it behind her back like she was hiding candy from a child.

“Not so fast princess.” She breathed and his jaw clenched, not liking that she wasn't giving him what he wanted, and now she had the power. He was a computer nerd with a bit of a soft spot for charity, but he had a huge control issue. He didn't like not having the control in his hands. “I have a better idea. You and I just go out tonight.” She breathed and he raised a brow at that. If her brother or Gigi found out they had not only hung out alone, but left campus and left them there, they would be furious. She watched his face twist with confusion and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not asking you on a date, chill.” She breathed. “I just want to be away from my brother for a night.” She shrugged as she tucked the key into her bra.

Cain sighed deeply and nodded. He knew it was safer to invite Gigi and Q along, but, selfishly, he didn't want them to come. The same way she needed a break from her brother, he needed a break from Geeg. She was driving him off the wall. Either she was so clingy and needy for him, it was practically suffocating, or she was cheating on him with just about everyone and their brother. Besides, he couldn't have Shiloh under any circumstances, so hopefully that would keep things innocent and the two of them could just get the break they needed.

"Fine." He breathed, moving in close to her, smirking down at her. "Your brother will kill me slowly and painfully if he finds out." He sighed, shaking his head. Cain shrugged then, a smirk coming to his lips, like he didn't give a fuck, even if Q found out. "Oh well." He said simply with a chuckle. "We don't have all night, but we'll have until five am or so." He informed her, letting her know they had to be back before the nurses came to check their rooms in the early morning. "Where do you want to go, princess?" He asked with a teasing smirk, using the name on purpose, because he could tell she hadn't exactly been fond of it.

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Shiloh knew it was probably way too much to ask of Cain, she knew that it was dangerous. She knew that if Q found out he’d lose his shit and if Gigi found out it would wreck their friendship. Still she needed a break from her brother. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been away from him for more than class periods they didn’t have together or when she was sleeping. She didn’t have individuality. She was categorized along side her brother and her infamous cult leader father.

There DNA was embedded in her very core sure, but there was so much of her that was unexplored, parts of her that needed to break free without the stigma of who she was meant to be or who her family was. Having that for a night seemed more important to her then what her brother or Gigi would do if they found out. In fact, if she was being honest, Cain didn’t have to go with her. He could do whatever he wanted on his own for the night. She could more than handle herself, although he dragonfly tattoo on her neck that hid her neck would say other wise if you asked her brother.

"Fine." He finally breath stepping to her so there was only a sliver of space between them. He smirked down at her and the heat between them settled in the base of her neck and her cheeks. It was almost dizzying, him standing so close. "Your brother will kill me slowly and painfully if he finds out." He shook his head with a sigh and she couldn’t help but smirk at his words. It was the truth and Quinton made sure everyone knew that he wasn’t above murder when it came to his sister. He’d made that all too clear the first few weeks they’d been at the school he’d beat the shit out of three different students who’d tried to hook up with her. It was part of the reason he went to confinement so much. She watched his lips stretch into a careless smirk.

"Oh well." He said simply and she decided in that moment he was either reckless or stupid, probably both. "We don't have all night, but we'll have until five am or so." He told her and she just rolled her eyes that last thing she wanted to hear about was rules. She knew she was Ciderella in this situation and eventually the clock would strike midnight and she’d have to be confined back to her bedroom with Geeg. "Where do you want to go, princess?" She raised a brow at his use of the nickname again. She wasn’t fond of it in the least, but something about it coming from his lips, made it okay.

She wasn’t sure where she wasn’t to go, in all honest she’d never had a choice. She’d always done what her brother or father wanted her to do. Instead of giving him and answer right away she lopped a finger into one of his belt loops and pulled him closer. She knew what she was doing and she should stop before she was ahead, but she couldn’t help herself. She wrapped her free arm around his neck and lend up kissing him hard against the lips, wondering if he’d pull away and when he didn’t she pushed him against the wall, leaning into him and kissing him hard before pulling away.

“To the city.” She breathed against his lips with a wicked smirk, like she was his girlfriend and they we’re simply discussing where she wanted him to take her on a date. “I’m going to get ready. Meet me in fifteen, west wing exit?” she breathed, but didn’t wait for him to give her and answer as she pushed him playfully against the wall and slipped up the stairs. She knew she had to get out of there before things went further. She wasn’t entirely sure what had come over her, but she didn’t regret it. The lingering sensation of his lips only continued to keep her heart racing as she slipped down the hall towards her room, to change out of her uniform.




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Q knew he probably shouldn’t have told Georgia, his past crimes weren’t something he openly talked about with just anyone. He’d done some pretty fucked up shit. Some had been at the request of his father and the cults beliefs, while others had been simply experimentation on his part. Killing someone had surprisingly been neither. Killing someone had been the product of protecting his sister and as much as he wanted to say he hated it. He didn’t. St. Vincent was exactly where he belonged, in fact he should honestly probably just have been locked in prison when he’d been locked away the first time. He wasn’t denying the fact that he was a bad person, he invited it. He was after all his father’s son.

He grabbed another book off one of the shelfs leaning against it as he flipped through the pages once again. It was another religious book. He was well versed in religion. He knew the bible like a teenager knew their favorite book. Only his father had been an extremist and followed his own set of rules that he still somehow tied into the religious aspects of other religious. It was complicated and honestly a little fucked up, which was exactly why Quinton and his sister were the way they were. They’d never had anything close to a normal childhood.

"Tell me about it." he heard Gigi’s soft whisper in the silence of the library and it pulled him from his thoughts. There was a couple of moments of utter silence and it was incredibly calming for someone with a mind as reckless as hiss, before her hand came down on the book stopping him from reading it. He glanced up at her, meeting her beautiful doe eyes. The smirk on her lips was enticing as she held her joint out to him and he took it with his free hand dropping the book to the floor. The thud of it hitting the carpeted floor echoed through he emptiness. “What was it like?" She breathed, her eyes seeming darker somehow as she pushed for details about his gruesome act and somehow her interest in it turned him on.

He let the smoke linger in his lungs for a long moment as he examined the joint before blowing out a breath of smoke, he closed his eyes for a moment letting the weed go to work and relax his active mind and body. He opened his eyes then meeting hers and his blue eyes almost seemed black now, in the dimness of the library.

“It was exhilarating.” The words rolled off his tongue too easily, too smoothly. He reached out then wrapping his hand around her throat, his grip was surprisingly gentle, like he knew exactly how to control his own strength. He used his grip on her neck to turn her so that their positions were switched as he pushed her up against the book shelf, tightening his grip on her neck just slightly. “He deserved it.” He whispered leaning in close so that his lips her cheek. His grip on her neck tightening even more as his body pressed against hers, like he was proving to her killing someone was easy and he could do it to her if he really wanted and she’d be defenseless to him. “But then again, I suppose everyone deserves to die for one thing or another.” He repeated the words his father used to preach to a room full of followers and he sounded just like him, far too convincing, far too easy to believe. “Don’t you think?” She asked pulling away to hold her eyes, but keeping his grip around her throat.

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Gigi watched Q as he held his hit in his lungs and closed his eyes for a minute, letting the drug work it's effects on his body. She hated how impossibly sexy she was as the smoke blew slowly out of the corner of his mouth. Staying there, in the dark intimacy of the library, getting high was a mistake, she could tell that much already because it was taking everything she had not to taste his lips. As much as she fucking hated him sometimes, she had wondered what his lips felt like against hers since the moment she'd met him.

“It was exhilarating.” Q finally answered her, the words breaking the silence smoothly and she raised a brow at him. She was going to push him further, curious as all hell when he reached out and Geeg had to hold her breath to keep from doing anything stupid as he gripped her throat. His grip wasn't too tight, but her heart was racing in her chest as she tilted her head back slightly to look up at him, almost as though she was inviting him to squeeze tighter. She couldn't help it, sexually, she was a bit of a masochist and enjoyed a little pain and humiliation. Part of her wanted him to choke her until she could hardly breathe and there were black bruises around her small throat.

Even though Geeg knew she should stop him while she still could, he turned her, so that her back was against the bookshelves instead of his and she let out a shaking breath when his grip tightened slightly on her throat. She just held his eyes in the darkness, practically lost in them at that point. “He deserved it.” He whispered, and she bit her lip hard as he leaned in close. His lips grazed her cheek ever so slightly, setting her on fire in a way she'd never experienced. Not even Cain could make her knees weak the way Q was with just a few whispers, and it only got worse as his grip tightened even further, cutting off her air supply ever so slightly.

She couldn't help but let her eyes drink in his tattooed skin and wonder what kind of ink he had under his shirt, how his naked skin would feel against hers. It was practically torturing her as he pressed the weight of his body against hers and it honestly took everything in her not to start undoing his belt. “But then again, I suppose everyone deserves to die for one thing or another.” He said the words like they were the core of everything he believed in. “Don’t you think?” He asked, keeping his grip around her throat, but pulling back enough to hold her eyes.

Despite herself, Gigi found herself nodding softly as she kept her eyes on his in the darkness. Her breathing was a little ragged, and she felt like, if he wasn't gripping her neck, her knees might give out. Her eyes went to his lips as she licked her own, wondering, needing to know what they tasted like. She knew it was wrong. He was a good friend of Cain's, and way too dangerous for her, not to mention she hated him half the time, but she really wanted him.

"God knows I do." She said whispered simply, and a little breathlessly in response to his question. Without thinking it through, Gigi reached out. She grabbed the thin black tie on his school uniform and pulled it forward, bringing his face back within a centimeter of hers without breaking his grip on her throat. She leaned up on her toes, slowly pressing her lips against his before becoming firmer and more urgent in the kiss, slipping her tongue past his lips and letting out a low moan from the back of her throat. Fuck. His lips had her absolutely spinning. She knew she needed to push him off before a kiss became a mistake neither of them could take back, but instead, her hands slid up the front of his shirt as she devoured his lips hungrily with her own and started to loosen his tie, hating that she was such a slut, but unable to stop herself.

She wasn't sure she'd ever wanted someone so bad in her life, and she was a fucking sex addict. She'd been around the block a time or two to say the least, and most men tended to disappoint her because they couldn't really keep up with her kink and experience. If the electricity in his kiss was any indication, however, she knew Q wouldn't disappoint. In fact, he might actually surprise her and show her a thing or two.



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Cain watched as she seemed to think about it for a second, waiting for her answer. The moment didn't last long, however, and he didn't exactly get the answer he was looking for. Before he'd even realized what was happening, Shi looped one of her manicured fingers through his belt look and pulled him closer. A second later, she had her arm around his neck and her lips pressed hard against his.

The kiss caught him off guard, so he took a second to react. He should push her off, for Gigi's sake at least, but he couldn't bring himself too. Instead, he brought a hand up, lacing his fingers in her hair as he kissed her back, even harder. His lips couldn't seem to get enough of hers and he let out a deep groan when she pushed him back against the wall. He wanted to start pulling her clothes off because he'd lost all ability to think reasonably. He wasn't thinking about Gigi, or the fact that kissing her was practically putting his life in jeopardy, all he was thinking about was how fucking good her kiss felt. Better then his best day with Geeg.

Her small body leaned heavily against his and he gripped her hips to pull her tighter, wanting so bad, to explore every single inch of her. Before he could slip her skirt down, and make a huge mistake, however, she pulled away and he sighed a small sigh of relief. He wanted her badly, but he knew he couldn't have her, and he didn't have the strength to be the one to pull away first. Not after tasting her lips.

“To the city.” Shiloh answered him and Cain just nodded, still trying to gain control over his racing thoughts and beating heart. “I’m going to get ready. Meet me in fifteen, west wing exit?” she breathed, and he nodded, but it didn't really matter. Before he could say anything, she was gone, up the stairs and out of the room. Cain let out a long, low groan and gave the concrete wall a solid punch, ripping up his knuckles a bit, but he needed it. The slight sting helped keep him from chasing Shi down and fucking her.

He knew going out with her after that kiss was a horrible idea. It was almost a guarantee that he was going to cheat on Geeg, but he didn't really care. As horrible as it was, he told himself everything he could to make himself feel better about it as he showered and changed in the room he shared with Q. He told himself Geeg did it to him all the time, and that she deserved a little taste of her own medicine, even though he knew it was an awful rationale.

Finally, when he was ready, he used his laptop once more to switch security feeds and what not, before ducking out of his room. He tried to talk himself out of it over and over again in his head as he made his way towards the exit, but then he turned the corner and saw her, standing there waiting waiting for him. She was out of her school uniform, which was a generally rare sight and he couldn't help but smirk because she looked sexy as fuck. His mind went back to the kiss and he knew there was no going back now. "Ready?" He breathed with a wicked grin as he approached her. All they had to do was slip out the door, around the building, and bribe the officer at the back gate and they'd be free to do whatever they wanted until early morning.

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Shiloh hadn’t planned on kissing Cain. She was luring him to his death by even showing any kind of interest in him. She wasn’t sure what had come over her. She blamed it on a mix of the weed and the heat between them. He was too irresistible. She’d wanted to taste his lips since she’d first met him a few months ago, now that she’d had a taste she wondered if it was a good idea to be alone with him. His lips had been exactly how he’d imagined and if she wasn’t incredibly talented at hiding her emotions, her body would have betrayed her, that was why she had to leave when she did.

She tied her hair up, showering her body, before slipping back out of the shower and touching up her make-up and the curls in her hair. She slipped on a pair of skin tight, ripped skinny jeans, a black crop top, and tied around a plaid shirt around her waist. She looked completely different, her school uniform did her little justice. Finally, she wrote out a letter telling Gigi not to wait up for her, before she slipped out of her room dodging security guards like she learned how to do so well. She lend against the wall, boredly examining her nail cuticles. The thought crossed her mind not to come back, to lose Cain and runaway. She could survive on her own, after her father had practically raised her to be a black widow.

She glanced up just in time to see Cain walking towards her, a smirk crept across her face at the sight of the smirk on his lips. All she wanted to do was feel his lips against hers again, but she pushed the thought away, she couldn’t let her emotions rule her.
"Ready?" He breathed with a mischievous smirk on his face as her approached her. She pushed off the wall running a hand through her hair.

“I was born ready.” She practically purred as she gestured for him to open the door. She had no second thoughts, no regrets. If Q found out he’d be more then pissed, but she couldn’t care less. “Hopefully we don’t fuck this whole thing up.” She breathed as he held the door open, shooting him a wink. She wasn’t referring to getting caught by the school however, she was simply referring to getting caught by Quinton and Georgia.

She hung back as Cain handled the guards, bribing them and buying there way out of the school grounds. Once they slipped out of the school, she grabbed his wrist and took off running dragging him behind her. She’d never tasted this kind of freedom and she wasn’t going to let anything or anyone take it away from her. She’d always been bogged down by her brother’s over protectiveness. For the first time maybe ever, she felt like she could breathe. The school was on the out skirts of town, but she didn’t let Cain stop until they reached the first bus stop. They only had to wait a short time before the bus pulled up and they hopped on. She gave Cain a playful slap on his chest with the back of her hand.

“Well,” She breathed looking from the elderly bus driver to Cain. “Pay the man sweetheart.” She cooed in a voice that seemed too sweet to be coming from Shi, she slipped down the isle of the bus then leaving Cain to pay the bus fee as she sunk down into a seat in the back of the bus waiting for him to join her. The bus lurched forward and moments later Cain sunk down in the empty seat next to her. “You a pretty smooth talker.” She stated matter of factly, referring to the way he’d talked to the guards. “Almost as smooth as me.” She smirked, she let silence fall between them for a short minuet as she watched the scenery pass by. She glanced back to him. “You don’t seem all that bad, what are you in for anyway Bradford?” she asked holding his caramel colored eyes and hating how vibrant they were, making it almost impossible to look away.






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Quinton had without a doubt taken after his father which wasn’t exactly a good thing. In fact, it was the worst thing possible. His father had been a sociopath who had convinced hundreds of people that his way of life was the right way of life. Q was worse, not only was he his father’s son, but it could be said that he was far more hypnotizing. All it would take was you giving in to him for a second and he had you, he could convince you that he was whatever he wanted you to believe. He could convince you that his words were truth even if you knew that it was wrong. That was why he was here. In all honesty, Q shouldn’t even be at St. Vincent. He should be in solitary confinement for the rest of his natural life. Somewhere where he couldn’t wreak havoc.

He could tell he’d gotten to Georgia simply by the way the pulse in her neck pumped a little hard as he gripped her throat, not to mention the way she nodded in agreement or the way her ragged breaths cut through the silence of the darkened library. Q was far too good at reading people and it was honestly a little terrifying, but it was all side effects of the way his father had brought him up. He’d been his father’s protégé, his father’s favorite. His eyes watched her like a predator seconds away from eating their pray alive as she spoke.

“God knows I do." She whispered and the smallest smirk came to his lips. She reached out then gripping his black tie and pulling him close enough to her that all he had to do was push his lips out and they’d be touching hers. He couldn’t deny the obvious burning electricity that flowed between them in a way he’d never felt, not even with his girlfriend Rainy, who he cared very deeply about.

She lend up on her toes then, her lips pressed against his slowly. Her lips become more urgent as she kissed him and he smirked against her lips, giving in and kissing her back hard. She slipped her tongue past his lips and he loosened his grip on her throat for a short moment as his tongue wrestled with her for dominance. She let out a low moan against his lips, causing him to tighten his grip on her throat once more. Her hands slipped to the front of his shirt as she started to undo his tie.

He was quick to take the control grabbing her wrist rough enough it was bound to leave a mark. Her turned her so that the front of her body was pressed against the small spine where two bookshelves were pressed together. He held her pressed against the bookshelves with the weight of his body. He lend in so that his lips teased the thin, sensitive skin behind her ear. His finger tips crept slowly, up her outer thigh, before it started to pass under the hem of her skirt, teasing her with is slow movements.

“Patients is a virtue.” His breath warm against her skin as he spoke. “And, I refuse to sleep with someone who spread their self so thin.” He continued, his voice a mere whisper in the silence. “I’m not like him.” He breathed referring to Cain. “If you we’re my girl, there would be no sharing.” He breathed making it clear that if she wanted to sleep with him, she would only be sleeping with him. His fingertips teased the hem of her panties. “Your beautiful Georgia.” He breathed honestly. Quinton had this way of pushing you away and pissing you off, before being able to pull you right back in and hook you. “But beautiful women, throw their self at me all the time.” He breathed, his words truthful. He wasn’t being mean, he was just being honest with her. “Sometimes beauty alone isn’t enough.” He said before releasing her then and making his way to the exit although he had a feeling she’d chase him. He was certain he was the first guy who’d ever walked away from her when she’d so willingly thrown herself at him.

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Q's hand was tight enough around her throat that she knew had had to be able to feel her racing heart. She managed to loosen Q's tie a little, but she didn't get very far. He reached out, grabbing her wrist and stopping her in her tracks and she raised a brow at him. His grip was tight enough to leave a mark that she knew Cain was likely to notice. She cheated on him so much, he was pretty good at spotting marks, bruises, and hickeys that weren't his.

Geeg was frustrated, wanting to fuck him quickly, before anyone caught them, and before she changed her mind about it. He, however, seemed to have a control problem, and that only made her heart beat a little faster. As annoyed as she was that he was stopping her, she couldn't help but love being dominated. She let him spin her around, a smirk coming to her lips as the weight of his body pressed heavily against hers, holding her small frame against the bookshelves firmly.

Gigi couldn't help but start to chew her bottom lip when his lips teased the space behind her ear lightly. His fingertips found her thigh and started to creep slowly up it, making her shiver against the bookshelves. His touch was pure fire, and she was practically aching for him to really touch her. He moved so slowly, it was agonizing, his fingertips tracing along her skin in a way that had her chewing her lip so hard it started to hurt.

“Patience is a virtue.” His breathed, his breath hot against her skin and she couldn't help the small, tortured sound that escaped her lips. Patience wasn't exactly something she possessed. “And, I refuse to sleep with someone who spreads their self so thin.” He continued, making her bite her lip so hard it drew blood. That comment pissed her the fuck off and she was reminded for a second that she hated him. She knew then, he wasn't going to fuck her and she fucking hated that he had her so turned on, that she couldn't pull herself together and push him off.

“I’m not like him.” He breathed, and she knew by the way he said the word, he meant Cain and her body tensed a little, her heart was still racing, but now she was reminded of Cain, and the fact that she was willing to cheat on him for the second time that day. “If you were my girl, there would be no sharing.” He breathed, and her jaw clench, realizing she might never get to know what Q was like in bed. Not if he wanted her all to himself. She had a serious problem and she wasn't sure she could trust herself not to fuck around.

Besides, she couldn't leave Cain just to find out what kind of fuck his room mate was. Her shit with Cain was fucked up, but sometimes, it was the only thing that held her together. Georgia wanted to push Q off then, hating both him and herself, but his fingertips drifted higher, under the hem of her skirt then, tracing the edge of her panties. A shiver ran through her whole body and she hated herself even more for holding her breath and staying right where she was.

“You're beautiful Georgia But beautiful women, throw their self at me all the time.” He breathed, and her jaw clenched, knowing he wasn't lying. He had just as much of a reputation as she did, he could have pretty much any girl he wanted with just an arrogant, but somehow sexy smirk. “Sometimes beauty alone isn’t enough.” He said, before finally, he pulled his hand out from under her skirt and let her go, turning away and heading towards the exit like nothing had happened.

Gigi knew she was going to go after him. She couldn't let him just hit her dignity like that and then walk away from her. It was probably the first time a guy had simply refuse to fuck her and she couldn't help but be a little annoyed. Still, she couldn't go after him right away, she had to take a second to collect herself because, if she was being honest, she was still seriously aroused.

After running her fingers through her hair and shaking off the tingle of his touch, Gigi went after him. He nearly made it out of the library, but before he could, she slipped between him and the door. "I don't want to be your girl." She breathed, shrugging casually as she placed a hand on his chest and took a step towards him, bringing her eyes up to his. "You get my panties wet Q, but I'm not leaving Cain to fuck you." She told him, letting him know she wasn't really interested in being his girl. Hell, sometimes, she wanted to punch him. It wouldn't be a good mix in the slightest.

She ran her eyes up and down him slowly, taking him in before bringing them back to his, licking her lips with a wicked smirk. "Sucks," she sighed softly with another light shrug of her shoulders. "I really wanted to know if you're as good as all those pretty freshmen you're always fucking say you are." She breathed disappointedly before turning away and opening the library door. "I'll just go find someone else to finish what you started." She shrugged as she disappeared out the door and down the hall, figuring she'd try to find Cain and fuck him until she completely forgot what just happened with Q.



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“I was born ready.” Shi practically purred and he smirked, knowing that was for damn sure. Shiloh was truly born for mischief. She gestured for him to hurry up and open the door and he didn't have to be told twice."Hopefully we don’t fuck this whole thing up.” She breathed as he held the door open for her and he couldn't help but grin when she winked. Everything about this was wrong. He was constantly hitting Georgia around for cheating on him and now he was out alone with Shi, unable to stop replaying the furnace room kiss in his head.

Still, he didn't care. This was honestly probably the most exciting thing he'd done since he'd gotten to that school. They slipped out the door and around the building to the back gate. Shi stood back and he went out to the guards that were keeping watch, doing what he did best and manipulating. It helped that Georgia's rich christian parents were constantly wiring her money so they didn't have to feel bad about sending her to St. Vincent's and he could simply flash a little money and some convincing bullshit their way.

If bribing staff with embarrassing secrets didn't work, Gigi's money almost always did. He hadn't even made it a few feet past the gate with Shi before she reached out and grabbed his wrist, taking off running. He smirked and kept pace with her, the two of them full out sprinting away from the place like two inmates busting out of prison. It felt good, running from the place, and it was honestly a little hard to keep up with Shi. She had a wild energy about her all of a sudden that he couldn't seem to match.

They ran all the way to the nearest bus stop and Shi jumped on without hesitation. He followed close behind her and she slapped his chest and told him to pay the driver, calling him sweetheart with a charming ring to her voice that had him grinning. He hated just how fucking much he wanted her. Before she'd kissed him, there had always been a little tension between them, but they'd never been alone long enough to really explore it. He'd thought about her, but never seriously, and now he was practically planning it in his head.

Cain paid the driver before following Shi to the back of the bus and taking the isle seat next to her. The bus would take them downtown, to the bright, busy city. “You a pretty smooth talker.” She stated matter of factly, and he shrugged. He'd always been dangerously manipulative. “Almost as smooth as me.” She smirked, as silence fell between them for a short moment. “You don’t seem all that bad, what are you in for anyway Bradford?” she asked, holding his eyes for a moment.

Cain smirked and shrugged, like what he'd done wasn't that big of a deal. "I like to cause trouble for the government." He breathed, glancing over at her. "I steal money from rich fucks, bribe politicians, that sort of thing." He told her honestly. He may not be a hardened badass, killing, stealing cars, and the like, but he'd been in control of more money then most people ever see in their lives, even successful criminals. "When I got caught, it was because I rigged a government election for Georgia." He continued. "It was St. Vincent's or federal prison." He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I was told, due to the nonviolent nature of my crime," he went on, mocking the voice of his judge. "That I would be out in a few months, but it's been a year and they refuse to let me out until they're sure I'm 'no longer a sociopath'. Whatever that fucking means." Cain scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "Your turn." He said with a raise of his brow, giving her a nudge with his elbow.

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Shiloh knew it was a dangerous game getting to know or even spending time with Cain. She had this warning going off in the back of her head telling her she should pull the string on the bus and get off. She should disappear into the city and spend the night alone, without the temptation of Cain. Then again, she was a King and a long history suggested that the King family wasn’t very food at doing what was moral. She smirked when Cain smirked, forcing her to stick around because her smirk told her that she wanted to hear what he was about to say.

"I like to cause trouble for the government. I steal money from rich fucks, bribe politicians, that sort of thing." He said honestly and she listened intrigued. "When I got caught, it was because I rigged a government election for Georgia." He continued and she wonder what exactly the election was for. He was here because of Georgia. The thought sent a tinge of jealousy through her body. He was willing to be locked up if it meant making Gigi happy. "It was St. Vincent's or federal prison." He scoffed and she turned her gaze out the window as they hit the edge of the city and tall buildings started to surround them.

She watched rays of the setting sun reflect off the building windows. She wondered briefly if Gigi knew how lucky she was. She had someone like Cain willing to get in trouble for her not because he was her blood or because people were brainwashed by her father’s cult, but simply because Cain wanted to. Gigi had the freedom to love who she wanted without the threat of her brother murdering them and actually following through with it. She’d never wanted Gigi’s life more. She’d take an strict, seemingly normal father over her own any day of the week.

“I was told, due to the nonviolent nature of my crime," His mocking voice pulled her from her jealous thoughts, but she kept her gray blue eyes trained on the passing city buildings. "That I would be out in a few months, but it's been a year and they refuse to let me out until they're sure I'm 'no longer a sociopath'. Whatever that fucking means." He scoffed once more before he continued. "Your turn." he said with a soft nudge of his elbow.

She reacted by standing and pulling the string, the bus came to a stop a moment later. She was quick to slip off the bus and start down the street. She walked confidently and the way she was done up she looked at least nineteen. A guy who was no doubt a gang member whistled at her as he passed, followed by a few derogatory comments. She fearlessly flipped him off with not one, but both her perfectly manicured middle fingers which gained looks from passer-byers. This was one ting on the endless list of reasons why Shiloh shouldn’t be allowed in the general public. She smirked as Cain caught up with her. No doubt having seen her reckless act. The guy had easily been twice her size, covered in tattoos, and probably packing a couple guns.

“I thought for sure you’d stay on the bus.” She teased glancing to him from the corner of her eyes. “Truthfully, I should be in a women’s prison.” She shrugged. “They only spared me because they were convinced I was brainwashed by my dad.” She breathed honestly. “I think you would have liked him.” She breathed, referring to her father. “He didn’t like the government either. That’s why he started the cult.” She breathed like the idea of a cult wasn’t completely taboo. “It wasn’t as bad as everyone seems to think. It was the perfect world really.” She shrugged. “The again,” She smirked wickedly. “maybe I am just brainwashed.” She winked before slipping into a run down looking smoke shop. She defiantly wasn’t old enough to be in there let alone buy anything. That didn’t stop her from manipulating the guy behind the counter in to selling her several different things, with the simple hope that she’d be back when she supposedly ‘got her purse from the car’.



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If there was something Quinton King wanted, he took it. He didn’t ask, he didn’t beg, or plead. He just took it. He had a strong since of entitlement. He wanted Georgia, but he also wanted to prove that she could get what she wanted with a bat of her eyelashes. Like his father, there was a part of him that wanted, needed her to submit before he’d let himself have her. It didn’t matter how attracted her was to her, how much she turned him on. It was bred into his DNA, to make people conform to his way of thinking and his demands before giving them what they wanted. It was how you gained power and how you remained in control of that power. The words filtered through his head as if his father was standing next to him, drilling it into this head like he head his entire life.

Quinton started to run over excuses that he could give his sister. The last thing he wanted was to argue with her. As horrible a person as he was, Shiloh could match him and what was worse was she wasn’t the least bit scared of him, even after watching him kill her ex-boyfriend. However, he let her get away with being a little shit, because he loved her. Before he could slip out of the library Gigi slipped between him and the door. He half smirked amused by her attempt to stop him. If he really wanted he could send her flying across the room.

"I don't want to be your girl." She breathed, with a shrug and he raised a brow. She placed a hand on his chest stepping up to him, so their eyes could meet. "You get my panties wet Q, but I'm not leaving Cain to fuck you." He shrugged, like her words didn’t bother him and really, they didn’t. It was probably better he didn’t get involved with his roommate girlfriend. He eyes ran over him and he knew even before she licked her lips she had a stupid comment planned. "Sucks, I really wanted to know if you're as good as all those pretty freshmen you're always fucking say you are." She breathed, disappointment in her voice as she turned away from him ready to slip out of the library. "I'll just go find someone else to finish what you started." She disappeared into the hall then leaving him alone in the library and he was thankful things hadn’t gotten out of hand between them.

He’d spent the next two hours looking for his sister and trying his best not to panic or make any irrational decisions in trying to look for her. The only pace her hadn’t looked was her room. It was out of character for his sister to not be in at least on of their usual meet up spots, not to mention, it was out of character for her not to try and find him. There was something wrong and he was starting to get frustrated. Finally, despite himself he snuck past the butch looking security women that kept the boy from slipping into the girl’s dormitory and made his way to Shiloh and Gigi’s room hoping like hell Shiloh was there and Gigi wasn’t. He knocked lightly on the door, impatiently waiting for it to open as he heard someone walking toward the door.

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Part of Gigi wanted Q to follow her because her lips were still on fire from kissing him and her heart was still pounding in her chest even as she walked briskly down the hall away from the library. In the end, however, she was mostly relieved he didn’t follow her. Getting involved with Q would probably be exciting, but it also might be more trouble then it was worth. Her and Cain were barely hanging on as it was. The last thing she needed was him catching her fucking around with his friend. In fact, she was starting to feel a familiar sick guilt turning her stomach as she thought about Cain.

Even if she she was constantly stepping out on him, her feelings for him were complex and twisted. Sometimes she resented him, sometimes she felt like he was the only thing keeping her together. He was the only guy who’d ever really made her feel needed as opposed to just wanted or lusted after and she couldn’t seem to let that feeling go. Even if their relationship had become more hell then heaven lately. If she lost Cain, she would be alone and nothing scared her more. Hell, she’d pretty much gotten herself admitted to Saint Vincent’s on purpose after Cain’s arrest. It was selfish of her, but she needed the way he cared about her like a drug, even if their relationship was really only driving them both crazy.

Gigi rubbed her wrist where Q had bruised it slightly and bit her lip as she made her way down the hall. She always got a wild high from sleeping with someone she knew she shouldn’t, and then afterwards, she felt low, empty, even sick sometimes. Somehow, she didn’t exactly regret kissing Q, but she couldn’t help but hate herself for having no fucking willpower. If Q hadn’t stopped her, she’d have cheated on Cain for the second time that day for no other reason then that she wanted to.

It was a little fucked up, but she needed Cain. She was feeling low because she’d cheated on him, but at the same time, she needed him to fix it. She wanted to be with someone who wouldn’t just fuck her, zip up his fly, and leave. She needed someone who would fuck her hard, but kiss and hold her when it was over. Georgia knew if she could manage to hide her guilt and didn’t give Cain a reason to suspect anything or start a fight, being with him would make her feel better, at least for a little while.

She went to her room first, not bothering to go to class. She’d already decided she was blowing off the rest of the day. She needed to get the memory of fucking her teacher out of her head and sitting in a classroom with nothing else to think about certainly wasn’t going to do that. She took a long shower, changed, and did a little bit of coke before heading out to find Cain. She already knew he wasn’t in class. They very rarely went to class on Fridays, especially the last few classes of the day.

Despite looking for him for a good half hour, Gigi couldn’t find Cain anywhere. She checked all their usual places and even broke into his room. The laptop he’d had Shi steal for him from a teacher was poking out from under the bed so she grabbed it and did a little snooping, but she didn’t find much. Cain wasn’t an idiot. He used that laptop for hacking and he wasn’t just going to leave everything open for anyone to find. She knew enough from dating him about computers to find out that he’d been fucking with guard schedules, so he was clearly been planning some type of trouble for the weekend.

She waited for another twenty minutes hoping he might come back to his room, but when he didn’t, she just re-stashed his computer and gave up. Without Cain, she felt a little aimless. She went back to her room, hoping maybe Shi was there and hanging out with her friend would distract her from possibly cheating on Cain again to fill the empty time. Unfortunately, Shi was missing too and Gigi honestly felt like she might crawl out of her skin if she was alone much longer. She couldn’t stand it. Being alone with herself gave her more anxiety then probably anything.

Eventually, she broke down and did exactly what she knew she shouldn’t do. She snuck back over to the boys dorms and knocked on the door of a guy she knew would be open to a casual, quick fuck. She didn’t even really know his name, all she knew was that she had a class with him, and they had decent sex sometimes when she was bored. They didn’t even talk much, he just let her in and they got right to it. He fucked her hard, and it was satisfying, but afterwards, he pulled his jeans back on and her high faded quickly back into emptiness again as she left.

Back at her room again, she sighed when she realized Shi still wasn’t there and went right into the small bathroom. Geeg took a second shower, feeling like she needed to scald her skin under the hot water to feel something other then low. As she got out, she tossed her wet hair back and pulled on one of Cain’s shirts and a pair of panties. It was one of his favorites, but he’d given it to her because he knew she liked sleeping in it. She planned on just crawling into bed and hopefully taking a nap until Shi, or Cain came to find her and they got the weekend started by causing some sort of trouble.

A soft knock at the door stopped her on her way to the bed, however and she smirked, hoping it was Cain finally. She pulled her wet hair to one side and went to the door, opening it quickly. Her shoulders dropped a little when she realized it was Q on the other side of the door. She wasn’t sure she should be alone with him again after attempting to fuck him earlier that day. He looked irritated and she already knew why. He was highly controlling of Shiloh and Gigi hadn’t seen her friend since that morning. If she wasn’t with Q, and she wasn’t with her, then she was missing and that had to have driven Q practically up the wall.

Geeg just rolled her eyes and swung the door open so he could get in even though she didn’t have to. He practically pushed past her impatiently and she raised a brow as she let her eyes run over him. “She’s not here. I haven’t seen her since this morning.” Gigi shrugged like it wasn’t that big of a deal to her really. She knew he couldn’t stand not knowing where Shi was because he loved her and had control issuers, but personally, Gigi wasn’t worried. Shi could handle herself. Besides, Cain was missing too so they were probably together. “Cain’s gone too for what it’s worth.” She sighed, plopping down onto the side of her bed and started to cut herself a line of coke with what was left over on the nightstand from earlier. “They’re probably off planning to steal something.” She breathed like she didn’t care that her boyfriend was hanging out with her friend without her.

Really, she wasn’t worried about Cain cheating, not with a close friend of hers. Cain had cheated on her in the past, but not nearly as often as she did it to him and, unlike her, he usually had a reason. Not a good reason of course. He usually cheated out of anger and revenge, but still, it was better than her cheating just because she was selfish and had no self control. Geeg did the thick line of coke she'd cut herself before she leaned back on the palm of one hand and looked up at him. “Jealous you weren’t invited?” She scoffed sarcastically at him, knowing he was pretty irritated and she probably shouldn’t jab at him, but not caring.



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Shiloh didn't answer him. Instead, she avoided the question entirely by quickly standing and pulling the string so that the bus came to a stop. Before he could even say or do anything, she'd disappeared out the front of the bus and Cain sighed, having no choice but to simply follow. She was a little ahead of him as he got off the bus and she watched her as he moved briskly to catch up to her. She flipped off a dangerous looking man fearlessly before he finally managed to fall into step next to her.

Cain just smirked, not giving the man more than a mere glance. His attention was on Shiloh. This was the first time he'd freely left Saint Vincent's in a solid year, but he was more focused on the fact that he was with Shiloh then that they were free for a while. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason her company was more important to him then being out of prison for the night. He just liked being near her. Somehow, it was electric, just being with her and he knew part of that had to do with the fact that, when they had to go back, her brother might just be waiting there for him, ready to kill him. He'd always wanted things that were just out of his reach.

“I thought for sure you’d stay on the bus.” She teased and he raised a brow. “Truthfully, I should be in a women’s prison.” She shrugged, finally answering his question and Cain just listened. He knew a little about her obviously, their group of four had been fairly close friends for at least a few months now. He knew the King siblings came from a cult, which was freaky enough as it was, and he also knew they had a pretty heady list of crimes hanging over their heads, but that was about all he knew.

“They only spared me because they were convinced I was brainwashed by my dad.” She breathed and he glanced at her while they walked, lighting himself a cigarette. “I think you would have liked him. He didn’t like the government either. That’s why he started the cult.” She breathed and he raised a brow at that. He hadn't been aware that her father had actually been the leader of the cult she'd come from, but it definitely clicked a few puzzle pieces into place, given what he knew about the siblings.

“It wasn’t as bad as everyone seems to think. It was the perfect world really.” She shrugged and he just nodded. Her and her brother having been involved with a cult was certainly freaky, and them being the children of the leader only made that worse, but he also understood that that had been her world her entire life. It probably hadn't seemed like anything but normal to her until she'd been forced to leave it. “The again, maybe I am just brainwashed.” She said with a smirk and a wink that made him think about kissing her again.

Thankfully, before he did anything stupid, she ducked into a smoke shop. He smirked and put his cigarette out before following her in. He stood back and watched her manipulate the guy behind the counter like an expert. It was scary really, the effect the Kings tended to have on people. It was like you were both terrified and yet mesmerised by them in the same breath. She promised the guy they would come back once she got her purse and they slipped out of the store and continued down the street, having no intentions whatsoever of returning. "So," he breathed, lighting another cigarette and gesturing to the city around them. "One night of freedom." He smirked at her, raising a brow like his next words were a challenge. "What do you want to do with it?" He offered, voice low, suggesting trouble, of course.