'This is insane,' Lexi thought. 'What are we doing?' She grabbed Jayce by the arm, clinging to his sleeve as he poised himself to climb over the back fence. "What?" he huffed. "Maybe this wasn't the best idea," Lexi said.  Jayce shrugged off her concerns and her small fist. "You practically begged me to do this. And we're here now. Might as well follow through." Once he'd cleared the fence in a jump, Jayce strode across the garden toward the house. His pace was confident—no hint of doubt in his movements as he cleared the grass between the fence and the open back door. Lexi could see a man sitting inside, presumably the father of the boy. The one Jayce had his sights on. 'He deserves it,' Lexi told herself. 'What kind of man beats up their kid for getting bullied?' Her ski

Lexi searched through the cupboards for some variety of breakfast food. As she reached into the top shelf of the pantry, feeling about for a box of cereal, a bag of oats tipped over and had plastered her face and hair in a white mist before she could take a step back. When she backed from the pantry, blowing oaty dust from her lips, she saw Sam look up from the table behind a fort of cereal boxes. He crunched on his mixture of honey nut hoops, frosted flakes and chocolate puffs while stifling his laughter. In a huff, feeling her right eye twitching, she grabbed the flakes and poured herself some milk. When Sam gave in to the urge to laugh in her face, she shook her head in his direction, covering him and his food in the oaty mess. "Oh, I'm glad to see you've cheered up," Mum said as she breezed through the kitchen, fixing her earrings and puffing up her hair. She gave each of the children a kiss before filling her thermo

With his friends in tow, Sam ambled over to his usual table. When Jayce shouted him over everyone in the vicinity glanced up, some staring for longer than others. His friends froze briefly before muttering that it was okay. "You best go sit with him," Kevin whispered. They didn't dare invite themselves along, knowing it wasn't a good idea to try to join Jayce without his expressed invitation.  Jayce kicked out the chair next to him, smiling up at him like they were best friends. His return smile felt forced and strained, as if his lips were made of rubber not skin. Hopefully, nobody would notice. 'Do they honestly expect you to not be nervous?' he wondered. As he looked about the table, he guessed the answer was yes. They looked back at him with the same expression as when they chatted among themselves. 'Am I one of them now?' Sam wondered.  

The following morning Lexi only had a single lecture. She decided to skip it and get the notes online rather than face Chris. It was a cowardly move, but laziness was as much of a motivating factor as her aversion to being shunned. It sucked having no mates. Sitting alone with nobody to talk to only transported her back to the school days when her friends abandoned her. That, combined with the fact she'd barely gotten any sleep last night, meant a morning off was the only real option. Jayce had sent her home just after midnight, but she hadn't been able to fall asleep until after 3 am. She had laid in bed, eyes open and staring at the ceiling, reliving the experience.  He'd kept her tied up on the floor and teased her and watching her squirm for what felt like hours as she'd begged for the sweet relief of his touch. She remembered the ecstasy when he'd pressed the tip of his cock up to her entrance, barely making contact. How he'd laugh

Lexi watched the video over and over before finally messaging the guy—Edward.  "What do you want?" she asked him. Instead of replying, he sent another video. The scene in this one was familiar, but only because it was the field of the school she had attended. The one her brother went to. 'And Jayce.' Jayce didn't feature heavily in the video, she realised, though he was present. The main focus was her brother, who punched another guy in the face before turning to Alfie Peters and beating the crap out of him. She winced as the poor lad's nose exploded into a burst of red and had to look away. When she glanced back at the screen, she saw him crawling to Sam, and for a wonderful moment Sam looked unsure. "Don't do it, Sam," she whispered. She closed her eyes as her brother raised his leg to kick the boy, feeling her stomach turn in sympathy w