Book 2: She's Out To Please (Duff McKagan FanFic)

Ch. 4: Jailbait

"Hey!" A girl's voice could be heard over my shoulder, but I ignored it. The bell had rang and girls were emerging from classrooms at an alarming rate. Armies of plaid skirts and matching ties were bustling around me, all whispering and giggling as I headed for the exit.

"Wait!" The voice continued to shout.

I figured it was just someone yelling for their friend, and I continued on for the door. After all, nobody knew me here.

"Hey! Pimp!"

Okay, that had caught my attention.

I finally stopped and turned, as did so many of the schoolgirls who now surrounded me. Mary was chasing after me, a mischievous grin on her face when she saw my mortified expression.

Some of the nearby girls were now glaring at me, some even had a look of fear and disgust in their eyes. Great. Not even my first day and already I'm establishing myself as the school's pimp. The guys were going to be pissed if I screwed this up for them. After all, none of the girls would become interested in me or my band if they thought I was a pimp trying to lure them into being my hoes.

"She's joking!" I called after them as they tip-toed away from me. "It's a joke!"

Mary strolled over to me, giggling to herself as her fellow classmates began to dissipate around us. "Wow. You sure know how to clear a room, huh?"

I glared down at her, and yet despite the evil eye I was giving her, I still felt that unseen force that gravitated me to her. Of course, that might have just been because her pleated skirt looked even shorter than the others' and her stockings were driving me crazy.

"I didn't do shit. It's you who's scaring them all away by calling me a pimp!" I shot back at her.

"Well, if the Lord hath forgiven you, surely they will too," she teased.

I noticed how she bit her lip and looked up at me from under thick eye lashes, and I felt this strange stirring deep in my chest. Who was this girl, and why did I have a feeling that she was going to get me into a whole lot of trouble? Worse still, why didn't I care?

Fight it, Duff, I thought to myself as I took in her smooth thighs and perky breasts. You just got this job...you can't afford to lose it. Literally can't afford it. Axl will kill you. Also, literally.

"I don't think even Jesus has the capacity to forgive the shit I've done," I told her.

On one level, I was hoping this would scare her away. On another level, I was really hoping that I would come off as dangerous and cool. Things like that seemed to always work for Axl, and besides, that's what girls liked, right?

Either way, she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she didn't appear to be impressed nor discouraged.

"Yeah, I heard about that in there," she said with a nod. "I also heard you're in a band."

I quirked an eye brow. "Yeah. So?"

She smirked. "Maybe we can jam sometime."

I snorted. "Jam?"

Some girls were off in clusters by the lockers surrounding us, whispering amongst themselves and shooting dirty looks at Mary. For whatever reason, it bothered me. It bothered me a lot. Why were they being so rude? They were acting like she was a leper or something. It was very un-Christian of them.

"Yeah. You know, just cover some songs together. I can sing, you know. I'm in the choir."

I rolled my eyes. "I've already got one singer to deal with, and he's a fucking handful as it is. I think I'll have to pass on that."

"But-"

I cut her off before she could convince me to change my mind. Because, boy, did I want to. Anything that allowed me to be around her longer. Anything that would give me more time to take her in, and get lost in those black abyss eyes.

"Look, you're really cute and all, but I'm a professional musician. I don't have time to sing the entire Care Bears' Birthday Party LP with you."

"How about we just sing the opening track then?" She joked back, her smile growing wider.

Her arms went behind her back, her chest pushing out slightly from the movement. I sucked in a breath and glanced down the hall, trying to avoid staring at her tits. What I got instead of an eyeful of boob was a frightening glare from down the hall. I jumped in fright.

Ms. Kazio was watching us carefully from her classroom door, studying us from behind her glasses. My back went rigid under her stare, and I bit the inside of my cheek.

Not even my first day on the job and these women are already trying to kill me. Maybe this was why I'd never had a girlfriend before. They're more trouble than they're worth, even before you're in a relationship with them.

I looked back at Mary, her black eyes gleaming up at me above her pearly white smile. Her lips were painted red and looked juicy enough to bite into, something I had been yearning to do to her through the entirety of this conversation-among other things. I forced myself to peel my eyes off of her and instead to look up at the flickering fluorescent lights.

"Look, I don't know you and you don't know me, but what I do know about you is that you're too young to even come to my shows," I muttered, hating myself for rejecting her like this. Especially when all my body wanted to do was accept every inch of her. I could just imagine how smooth and warm her legs would feel wrapped around me. I wondered if that smoothness continued under her skirt.

She scoffed. "What's age got to do with it?"

"Everything," I insisted, still feeling the piercing gaze of Kazio on me. "Now run along Jailbait. I've gotta' skedaddle, and you've got class to go to."

She rolled her eyes, a lock of brown hair falling into her face. "For being in a rock band, you're really lame."

She turned on her heel and glided away, girls around her parting like the Red Sea to let her through. She was surprisingly less angry than I had thought one might be after being treated like a child. God knows I despised whenever adults treated me like that. But she was so passive. So blasé about everything.

It made me wonder what she had done to deserve going to the principal's office.

My eyes trickled over to Kazio, and I winced slightly when I saw that she was still watching me. I hoped she didn't think I had hit on one of the students or that I thought that that was acceptable behavior. The last thing I needed was for her to report this little incident with my aunt.

"I'm...I'm going now!" I called out to her, awkwardly pointing to the door behind me. Students around me giggled.

She raised her eye brows and nodded slowly, but continued to stare.

Forcing a quick smile, I turned away and stumbled over to the double doors at the front of the building. I just hoped that today wasn't a preview of what was yet to come for me and this new job. If I had to deal with Kaz and Jailbait everyday, let alone the prying eyes of my aunt, I was in for a turbulent school year.

If only Izzy had foreseen this.