Shiloh didnât want to be at Saint Vincent. She didnât want to be at some fucking reform school where they tried to turn her and her brother into civilized human beings. She was a cult princess; her family was famous for their religious ideology. The last thing she wanted was to be told how to live her life. Yet, thatâs exactly where she was. Sheâd been there for a total of three months and she already had quite the reputation for herself with the help of her older brother. Theyâd gotten in trouble countless times already. The punishments were fucked, but she didnât mind them as twisted as that sounded. Sheâd rather freak everyone out and make-out with her brother then follow the rules and pretend to be something she defiantly wasnât. She was uncontrollable, sheâd always been this way. This was why she got along so well with her roommate, in fact it was probably a mistake on the schoolâs part for putting her with someone like Gigi. If her brother wasnât available to cause trouble then she was usually hanging out with Gigi and her boyfriend.
Speaking of, Geegâs boyfriend was an absolute dream. She had to hide her jealousy whenever they were all hanging out. The four of them had become quite the inseparable group, they practically ran the school together. If there were popular kids at a school for shit head kids, it was the four of them. Sometimes Shiâs thoughts got dark and she caught herself trying to figure out a way to get rid of her roommate, murder was never off the board for the King siblings. She refrained though, mostly because she didnât want to go to prison. She enjoyed her freedom too much. This however didnât stop her from looking, Cain was impossibly handsome and hard to miss. There were times though when she could swear Cain was glancing in her direction in a way he shouldnât be. Being alone with her roommateâs boyfriend was only a pipe dream, her brother would never allow that shit.
She loved her brother. Her and her brother were those weird siblings that got off on freaking people out and theyâd always been weirdly close, but he still got on her nerves. He was constantly breathing down her neck controlling her life in a way that only made her want to act out that much more. She understood he was trying to protect her, after all the only boy sheâd ever been serious with had tried to kill her, still she wanted to be able to do what the fuck she wanted. If she was being honest though, her brother was about the only thing on the face of the planet short of her father that honestly scared her. Which is why at the end of the day her brother always won, despite her feelings.
Her dark brown, almost black hair hung in loose waves. Her make-up was flawless as she fixed her nude colored lip gloss in the mirror of the bathroom. She was supposed to be in her third period class, instead she was in the boyâs bathroom waiting for her brother to met with her. Theyâd more then likely get in a ton of trouble, but this didnât matter to them. They were always in trouble. Saint Vincentâs methods of punishment couldnât be legal, still they didnât scare the King siblings. Her short navy blue pleated uniform skirt hugged her tiny waist and rode a little too high. Her white collared shirt was tied up at her hip showing a small portion of her mid-drift, clearly, she was out of dress code, but she didnât care. There were few things Shiloh cared about. These days after her entire family was pulled apart by the downfall of her fatherâs cult, her brother was just about the only thing that she actually cared about.
She climbed up on the old radiator. The school was ancient and theyâd yet to update most of it. She pushed open the window, if there werenât bars on the window sheâd have slipped out the window the first day of school. She lit herself a cigarette, taking a long drag off of it. The rules were strict, but her brother was a smooth talker and with her looks they could get whatever they wanted. She blew the smoke out the window as to not set off the fire alarm. She was starting to get tired of waiting on her brother, when the door pushed open. She didnât glance back to see who it was figuring it was Quinton.
âFuck. Itâs about time.â She breathed, blowing out another breath as she glanced over her shoulder only to realize it wasnât her brother. She raised a brow seeing Cain. She didnât bother to pull her skirt down, despite the fact that he could more then likely see up it from her elevated position. Her thong underneath leaving little to the imagination. She smirked as she took another drag off her cigarette. âNot who I expected.â She purred. âShouldnât you be in class Bradford.â She smirked, clearly not being serious, considering she was ditching.
Quinton King could be considered another breed entirely. He been at Saint Vincent a totally of three months and he was already one of the most punished students in the history of the school. He was bound and determined to prove that the school couldnât break him and so far he was more then winning. Theyâd beaten him, starved him, threatened to hurt his sister, and countless other things. Nothing seemed to phase him. In fact, half the time he was laughing as they were punishing him. Heâd seen it all, heâd experienced far more then a guy of his age. Heâd lived a very free lifestyle up until heâd been forced to finish high school, because heâd been given an ultimatum. He was giving the schools staff a run for their money.
This was one of those situations. He was supposed to be meeting his sister in the bathroom, to catch up with her and make sure she was doing alright, then theyâd probably come up with a plan that would consist of further fucking with the school and getting into more trouble. However, he didnât make it to the bathroom, not yet at least. Heâd made it out of his classroom and a few feet down the hall, before somehow ending up in the janitors closet with a freshmen girl. Girls had never been an issue for him he rarely had to try with them and this was one of those instances. If he was being honest he couldnât remember how heâd even got her in the closet and his usage of coke that morning before class had something to do with that.
When they were finished sheâd slipped out of the closet and heâd fixed himself before adjusting himself. He tucked his stupid white undershirt back into his navy-blue slacks and buttoned his blazer back up before running a hand through his hair. He pushed out of the small janitor closet and back into the hallway. He was sure that Shiloh would be irritated with his lack of being on time, but this didnât matter to him. It wasnât like they had to worry too much about timing. It was a Friday. They fortunately got weekends off, but were forced to stay on school grounds. There wasnât much to do, but him and Shi always found a way to fuck shit up. Friday were their usual days to plan.
He got a few steps down the hallway before someone stopped him. âKing. My office. Now.â The principle said in a stern voice. Q turned to face the principle, sucking in a breath through his teeth.
âNo can do boss man.â He breathed. âIâve gotta get back to class. You wouldnât want me to miss out on my education, right?â He breathed, his voice terrifyingly charming. âAm I not allowed to use that bathroom?â He asked raising a brow.
âYou werenât in the bathroom Quinton.â He said calling him out. âGet back to class or weâre going to have a problem.â He ordered and Q nodded.
âOf course.â He breathed, before turning his back with a roll of his eyes. He quickened his pace as he started down the hallway, but promptly had to turn down another hallway to avoid another staff member. He did this by ducking into the empty music room.
He could hear light moans coming from the office of the music room and suddenly he was distracted, yet again to seek out his sister in their meeting spot. It was becoming apparent that he wasnât going to get there anytime soon. He had a feeling Shi could keep herself busy admiring her reflection in the meantime and maybe she wouldnât notice his late arrival. He moved slowly towards the office, creeping quietly. He peeked in through the thin rectangular window and w a wicked smirk stretched across his face. His roommates girlfriend was getting private lessons from the music teacher in the most inappropriate way imaginable and he couldnât help but find it completely amusing, but also an advantage for him to get away with more. He shamelessly slipped into the room, clearing his throat.
âMr. Devoy, when did you start giving private lessons?â He said coyly. The music teacher practically jumped out of his skin as he tried to collect himself pulling up his pants. Q didnât bother to look at Georgia, he could careless that she was fucking the staff. What his sights were set on was blackmailing the teacher.
âQuinton.â Mr. Devoy help his hands up in defense, a pathetic begging to his voice. Q smirked wickedly as he raised a brow keeping his eyes on the new, young teacher.
âOh, Iâm not going to tell. Unless you give me a reason to, but Iâm sure youâll cooperate, when the time comesâ He shrugged. âRight?â There was a realization that crossed Mr. Devoyâs eyes before he nodded defeated, Q didnât need to explain himself for you to know that he was going to use whatever dirt he could get on you, against you when he needed something. With a nod of his head Q gestured for Mr. Deovy to leave and he didnât argue. Quinton was practically running the school with all the shit heâd dug up on the staff members over the past three months. His eyes fell on a naked Gigi then, but he had more respect for his roommate then to let his eyes fall anywhere below her neck. âSorry to ruin your fun, but opportunity was knocking.â He breathed before slipping out of the room.