Selena Marie Gomez, daughter of the president of Los Serpientes MC, niece of the previous president.
Justin Drew Bieber, son of the president of The Kings.
It was just supposed to be a summer fling, but an unexpected surprise ties these two teen to...
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Bang. Bang.
My vision was blurry as fuck, I had knocked out— half on the club bar, my other half on one of my brothers' cut.
You'd think I had been drugged or something, but I hadn't— The Kings just knew how to party.
I blinked a few times, eliminating the fog that was clogging by eyes. Finally being able to focus from by daze, I found my father staring down at me disapprovingly.
"You do realize you have school today boy, don't ya'."
I rubbed my eyes, before standing up, "I'm gonna' go take a shower."
Walking away, I made it up to the member's bunks— each brother had a room, including an en-suite bathroom— I barged into my room, still attempting to fully wake myself up.
Nothing a quick shower couldn't fix... hopefully.
I undressed on the way to the shower, not caring where my clothes landed— call me a slob, but I was well aware of the fact that the old ladies would eventually come in head and pick them up, later wash them.
Getting into the shower, the water already hot, the pressure of the drops pelting my skin, I came to the conclusion that I was in awe of how fast summer had gone.
I thought back to how I had spent the two-and-a-half months, soon my mind turned to a luscious brunette, with seductive brown eyes and swollen lips. I had spent a good portion of the time deep inside of her— something about the danger of the situation had driven me insane, to the point that I couldn't resist her.
I hadn't seen her in weeks, not since we almost got caught doing it by a cop in the back of her car, while it was parked in front of an abandoned house.
My dick was already getting hard just going down memory lane.
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I pulled my Harley into the school parking lot. It was already packed with student's cars— made sense seeing as though I was a good fifteen minutes late.
My shoes crunched against the gravel as I walked across the asphalt, already expecting what came next.
"Bieber, the bell rang a while ago." AP Nathan Anderson commented, as I came up to the student entrance of the school.
