Georgia Wallace's Story

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Shiloh didn’t want to be at Saint Vincent. She didn’t 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, that’s exactly where she was. She’d been there for a total of three months and she already had quite the reputation for herself with the help of her older brother. They’d gotten in trouble countless times already. The punishments were fucked, but she didn’t mind them as twisted as that sounded. She’d rather freak everyone out and make-out with her brother then follow the rules and pretend to be something she defiantly wasn’t. She was uncontrollable, she’d always been this way. This was why she got along so well with her roommate, in fact it was probably a mistake on the school’s part for putting her with someone like Gigi. If her brother wasn’t available to cause trouble then she was usually hanging out with Gigi and her boyfriend.

Speaking of, Geeg’s 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 Shi’s 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 didn’t want to go to prison. She enjoyed her freedom too much. This however didn’t 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 shouldn’t be. Being alone with her roommate’s 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 they’d 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 she’d 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 boy’s bathroom waiting for her brother to met with her. They’d more then likely get in a ton of trouble, but this didn’t matter to them. They were always in trouble. Saint Vincent’s methods of punishment couldn’t be legal, still they didn’t 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 didn’t care. There were few things Shiloh cared about. These days after her entire family was pulled apart by the downfall of her father’s 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 they’d yet to update most of it. She pushed open the window, if there weren’t bars on the window she’d 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 didn’t glance back to see who it was figuring it was Quinton.

“Fuck. It’s about time.” She breathed, blowing out another breath as she glanced over her shoulder only to realize it wasn’t her brother. She raised a brow seeing Cain. She didn’t 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. “Not who I expected.” She purred. “Shouldn’t you be in class Bradford.” She smirked, clearly not being serious, considering she was ditching.

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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 couldn’t break him and so far he was more then winning. They’d 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. He’d seen it all, he’d experienced far more then a guy of his age. He’d lived a very free lifestyle up until he’d been forced to finish high school, because he’d 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 they’d probably come up with a plan that would consist of further fucking with the school and getting into more trouble. However, he didn’t make it to the bathroom, not yet at least. He’d 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 couldn’t remember how he’d 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 she’d slipped out of the closet and he’d 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 didn’t matter to him. It wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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. “King. My office. Now.” The principle said in a stern voice. Q turned to face the principle, sucking in a breath through his teeth.

“No can do boss man.” He breathed. “I’ve gotta get back to class. You wouldn’t want me to miss out on my education, right?” He breathed, his voice terrifyingly charming. “Am I not allowed to use that bathroom?” He asked raising a brow.

“You weren’t in the bathroom Quinton.” He said calling him out. “Get back to class or we’re going to have a problem.” He ordered and Q nodded.

“Of course.” 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 wasn’t going to get there anytime soon. He had a feeling Shi could keep herself busy admiring her reflection in the meantime and maybe she wouldn’t 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 couldn’t 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.

“Mr. Devoy, when did you start giving private lessons?” He said coyly. The music teacher practically jumped out of his skin as he tried to collect himself pulling up his pants. Q didn’t bother to look at Georgia, he could careless that she was fucking the staff. What his sights were set on was blackmailing the teacher.

“Quinton.” 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.

“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. “Right?” There was a realization that crossed Mr. Devoy’s eyes before he nodded defeated, Q didn’t 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 didn’t argue. Quinton was practically running the school with all the shit he’d 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. “Sorry to ruin your fun, but opportunity was knocking.” He breathed before slipping out of the room.

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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.