Ashwick Bad Boys

Chapter Three: Bad boys and players

             Trent Blake is the oldest out of his triplet brothers, which are identical to him. He is easy to identify, as his hair is short on the sides and long down the middle, which layered towards his face, covering part of his eyes. Tyson is more dominate then his siblings. And for Tristan, the youngest out of the three; he is the typical bad boy player, who chased after anything with legs or in this case the opposite sex. The school is run by the popular kids. First, there is the cheerleaders and anyone who managed to get noticed. Next are the jocks and the players. Lastly, are the bad boys, with the Blake sibling’s one of the top well known bad boys.

            Trent walked towards his locker, glancing over his shoulder, watching the new girl talk to Megan Woods. She used to be in the popular crowd but something happened last year, causing her to stop talking to everyone and find new friends. The rumor was that she lost her V card to Chris Miller the wide receiver to the football team, Ashwick football; the panthers. Well, rumors are rumors, but if he had to bet the rumors where true. Every time they get in the same room Megan runs the opposite direction or spats curses in his face. Chris, being the jerk that he is, just laughs every time she comes in the same room.

            Turning his focus back to the new girl, he heard her sweet honey voice as she told Megan her name. Roxy, the name suits her. Trent watched them walk away, showing him her delicious curvy ass that was made for someone to grab it. What was he doing? Shaking his head, he was already hard just thinking of her ass. He always had a thing with female’s asses. He loved to grab, slap, stare at them. Moaning at the thought, Trent reminded himself he needed to get laid soon.

            Tyson walked towards Trent, leaning against the locker. “Who is that?” Tyson stared at Roxy with intense eyes, planting her body to memory. Whistling, “Did you see those legs?” Tyson shifted his feet.

            “Roxy,” Tyson arched his eyebrow. “New chick,” Trent glanced to where Roxy was moments before.

            Tyson being Tyson was always observant searched his brother’s face, smirking at what he saw. “You like her,” he mused.

            “So, I want to wrap those long legs of hers around me,” Trent shrugged his shoulders.

            Tyson chuckled, nodding in agreement.

            “Man, did you see the new chick that walked into the front office?” Tristan asked in a husky voice walking towards his brothers, who glanced at him with amused looks. Never mind that his arm was draped around Kelly Jones’ waist, the Captain of the Cheerleader team and school bitch. “Ouch,” Tristan rubbed his stomach, even though it didn’t really hurt. “What was that for?” He started at Kelly who was glaring at him. Tristan green eyes softened while a sexy smile tugged his lips. “I was only stating the fact, babe.”

            Trent and Tyson snorted, knowing full well he wanted to have Roxy’s legs around him as well.

            In her black short, mini skirt and tight v-neck white t-shirt, which showed part of her stomach, and not to mention her curvy breast. Kelly moved closer to Tristan, flicking her bleached blonde hair behind her shoulder. Skimming her hands down the front of his chest, over his grey shirt, Kelly trailed downwards, to only linger closer to his zipper of his jeans. Batting her hazel eyes, “How about I show you why I would be better than that tramp.” Kelly replied innocently, a lazy smile curved her lips, seductively.

            “Damn that was harsh.” Trent scowled in disgust.

            “Tristan, be done with her already,” Tyson exclaimed in a bored voice.