Troublemakers Turned Submissive

Chapter 2 Rude Kitten

Picture of Devon up above.

Chapter 2 Rude Kitten

Devon's POV

My social worker drove me to my new 'home' as I grumbled and cursed the whole way there. That is until we pulled up to a large gate. She rolled down her window and reached her hand out enough to press the button beside the gate, speaking into the intercom "hello this is Sarah dropping off your new house guest." A few seconds later the gate opened and we drove down the pathway for about ten minutes, all the while I stared out the window at the beautiful scenery.

We pulled up a huge house. I whistled before saying "damn, if this is what bad boys get then forgot the flair gun, I gatta buy me some bombs." Sarah shook her head "trust me Devon it's not all beautiful scenery and big fancy houses. There's a reason they send troublemakers like you here." I rolled my eyes at her and opened the car door before stepping out, I open the trunk and pulled my two duffel bags out. I slammed it shut and turned around only to come face to face with Sarah "easy on the car kid" she said with a smile. She patted me on the back and sent me off to the place i will be living at for as long as they can stand me.

I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door. It was opened a minute later by a really tall, muscular man with black hair and blue eyes. I strained my neck to look up at him as he stared down at me, stroking a hand across his stubbled jaw. "You must be the new boy" his voice rumbled. A shiver ran down my spine at his deliciously dominant tone. After a few seconds I stopped straining my neck to look him in his eyes instead I just stared straight ahead. My eyes were level with his chest, which was covered by a lether jacket.

Suddenly there was warm fingers sliding underneath my chin and tilting it up to stare into a pair of hard blue eyes. "You never answered me boy" he growled. I smacked his hand away and said "ya whatever im the new boy, just keep your damn hands off me, asshole" as I shoved past him to enter the house. "what a foul mouth you have boy" he said to me while closing the front door "we'll have to fix that."

I ignored him and took a look at my new living corders.

It was a nice, big, expensive looking house, not the kind of house most foster kids get sent to. It made me feel somewhat out of place. I would probably feel more at home in a beat up little crack den, then I do here.

After he showed me to my room I noticed that even in a huge house like this I still had to share a bedroom with someone, a big bedroom might I say but I still have to share. I unpacked my duffle bags and made my bed before going downstairs to get introduced to everyone.

When I entered the living room I saw a handful of teenagers sitting inside, they all looked at me as I stepped into the room. The man who let me inside earlier walked up to me and said "I'm Neco or as your going to know me to be, the man who's going to be keeping your ass in line." I shake his extended hand with a sigh, just wanting to get the introductions out of the way so I can go listen to some music in my bedroom. I then got introduced to the other 3 people who were to keep us troublemakers in line. Helen, a tall blond woman with a strict look on her face. Reagan, a short woman with dark brown curls and a playful smile. And Sean, a lean man with nicely sculpted muscles and ginger hair. He looked like he could be a model. They all did.

Next I met the female troublemakers. A perky redhead named Kandy, a blond skater girl named Max, an ugly dressed girl named Izzy who had black hair, a purple haired girl named Ashley who was dressed like a slut, and a quiet brunette named Willow.

Last I met the male troublemakers. A green haired goth named Zeak, a jock with dirty blond hair named Tod, a chill guy named Ash who had white hair, a guy named Neilson who had brunette hair and cloths covered in paint stains, a adorable guy with ginger hair who was wearing a kitten ears headband and a clip on tail his name was Talon, a guy who had golden halo like hair but his glare was so cold that he could freeze over hell named Cine, and a muscular guy with brown hair named Lance.

Then Neco introduced me "this is Devon Skylers, the newest addition to-"

"That's flair gun guy!" Talon shouted out, eyes wide with shock.
"Talon that was extremely rude" Neco growled. Talons face paled and he averted his gaze towards the ground "sorry sir." Sean raised one of his eyebrows and asked "do I even want to know where you got that piece of information?" Talon bit his lip before stuttering "I-I umm I j-just I didn't-" Sean cut him off before he could finish making an ecscuse "DON'T LIE TO ME TALON" he said in no uncertain terms. Talon sighed in defeat "I when't into your office to ask you a question but when I saw you weren't there and I spotted the file on your desk curiosity got the best of me and... I read it" he said quietly.

The whole conversation amused me to no end.

"Go to your room. You will be punished later." Sean ordered. Talon scampered off upstairs with his tail between his legs, literally. I got a good look at his jean covered ass as he hurried towards his room, and I got to say what a fine ass it is. I turned my head to look at the now empty spot on the couch. Squishing my way into Talons abandoned spot on the couch between Tod and Willow, I asked "so what's the punishment protocol for this house of luxury?" A lot of smirks and secretive glances were passed around the room as I sat there wondering what was going on. I felt Willow press herself against the armrest of the couch as I spread myself out further and put my feet on the coffee-table. She leaned away from me so not so much as a single hair of mine was in contact with her. Guess she's not the touchy type.

Tod didn't seem to mind me flopping myself into his personal space bubble, it seemed like he was use to it.

Neco spoke up "you will be told all about the house rules and punishments during supper. For now go to your room and get settled in." I removed my feet from the coffe-table and got up, my parting words were "Finally It's over." I didn't even try to hide my excitement.

As I walked through hallways leading to my room, a plan started to develop in my mind. I entered my bedroom and grabbed my phone off of my bed before stuffing it into my pocket along with a pair of ear buds. I walked over to the window beside my bed and tried to open it but it was locked. So I took a pair of wire cutters out of my duffle bag and snipped off the lock. Opening the window, a nice breeze of wind messed up my black locks of hair.

I stepped out the window onto the side of the roof. Shuffling to the edge, I looked down from the two story drop. I licked my lips as I saw a tire swing one decent jump away. Backing up a little bit I bolted down the roof and jumped at the very edge. Mid-air I crossed my finger that I wouldn't hit the ground. The tire swing slowly got closer to my fingertips until I felt a burning sensation on my hands, and cryed out "fuck!" opening my eyes and saw my hands gripping onto a rope. I got rope burn on my hands but I didn't hit the ground, I call that a victory.

I sat on top of the tire swing for a few minutes, just letting it swing back and forth. Once it stopped moving I climbed off. I plugged my ear buds into my phone and pushed play on one of my playlists. 21 guns by green day played in the background as I wondered the grounds of the place I would be staying at from now on.

Walking around tall trees and blooming flowers I take in the full beauty of my surroundings. The sun shines through the treetop causing little streaks of sunshine to cover the grass. Such a perfect day. I lay down in a fluffy circle of grass surrounded by trees. Listening to the soft music play, I put my hands behind my head and watch the clouds float across the sky. The song ends and I close my eyes, listening to the leafs rustling in the wind.

My peaceful trance is broken when someone pulls my ear buds out.