Ashwick Bad Boys

Chapter Eleven: Let the Games begin

             “Did we get a new girl?”  Grant Stone asked as he openly stared at the unknown girl who closed Megan Woods’s car door on the passenger side.  She wore a sexy little number that had him wishing all kinds of things.

            “Isn’t that Roxy?” Tyler Lawson started to lick his lips as he looked her up and down. He didn’t have to look at his best friend to know he was doing the same.

            Grant Stone and Tyler Lawson are members of the wrestling team, for the past two years they both brought home championship medals. Grant is massive in size while Tyler is average, both could hold their own on and off the mat. When football was over with, wrestling matches and long hours of practices started. They were every bit as jocks as players. The only difference between the football players and the wrestling team was sharing their females. Well, that was the rumors that were told around Ashwick High. The stories was that they shared only one for the whole team but then there was another rumor that they were careful on who they let in on their little secret. There were so many stories on how they shared their woman but anyone who asked the wrestling team they were told what they wanted them to hear.  The wrestling team players are Grant Stone, Tyler Lawson, Keith Sawyer and the twins Christian and Christopher Hunt. Ashwick high had many types of jocks, players as well as the popular crowds. They all dominate the school in their own way.

            After staring at Roxy a few more seconds, they both hopped out of Grant’s old beat up black GMC, grabbing their school stuff before they headed towards the school building.

            “That’s it!” Roxy went to open the car door but Megan stopped her.

            “Don’t be a chicken.” Megan all but dragged Roxy away from her car as Roxy cursed under her breath.

            “Megan, they are staring at me!” Roxy stared at her friend begging her to take her away from all the burning eyes of their peers.

            Megan grabbed her shoulders. “You can do this.” Motioning her to look in the window as her reflection was mirrored back at them. “Look at yourself, you can do this.” She repeated. “Besides, if you can drive a motorcycle, then this should be a piece of cake.”

            “Just because I drive a motorcycle doesn’t mean I want the whole school to notice me.” Roxy placed her hands on her hips.

            Megan’s brown eyes danced with humor as she waved her hands to motion at Roxy. “See you are already doing it.”

            Rolling her eyes, Roxy titled her head looking around the parking lot noticing not everyone was staring at them, somewhere minding their own businesses. Feeling her shoulders relaxed, Roxy continued to look till her brown eyes focused on Trent. What she didn’t understand was why she wanted Trent to stare at her, but instead his back was turn facing his group of friends. Squaring her shoulders, Roxy noticed, Megan looked proud as she moved her feet one after another towards the front door. She all but looked the part of the school bad girl; she might as well have some fun. Heck, she knew Megan would.

            Trent turned his head to see a smoking hot Roxy who was dressed in semi tight clothes that hung to all the right places. It took all his will to not drool from the sight before him. Her ass was snugged tightly in her jeans begging him to grab and hold on to. His Adam apple moved as he swallowed a groan.

            “I wonder if she has a boyfriend,” Jake asked, whistling as she walked inside the school building.

            Jake Williams was the runner back of the football team. Not only was he a jerk, he was friends with Chris Miller. His eyes are heterochromia; one was a deep dark brown while the other was a light sea green color. His hair is short in the back and a little longer in the front. Now, Chris on the other hand was not only a dick and a jock like Jake, but his family was wealthy. He has red hair that is short and modern looking that screamed he was rich, not including the way he dressed. Everyone knew he used his family money to get what he wants.