Twisted Devil by Ivy Blake

Chapter Nine

Ruby

The main take away from Bella’s tarot reading had been that a big transformative moment was on my horizon. I hoped that it meant I’d finally beat Tyler at his game once and for all, or maybe there was something else that I couldn’t predict. Either way, it had been a lot of fun and our chat had given me a lot more confidence in myself as to how to deal with the Tyler situation.

The next few days I spent longer than usual studying and perfecting my memorisation techniques. I didn’t know when the next test would be, but I would be prepared for it. Prepared to beat Tyler and show him up yet again. This time I wasn’t going to shy away from the glory.

I was glad to have Bella texting me encouragements and old test papers between memes as I worked late into the night. Knowing that she was someone who knew the truth and who I could actually rely on made me feel a lot less lonely.

The next day, I decided to do something out of my comfort zone. This decision came about only because I realised that I needed something to first take my mind off of the stuff that was happening between me and Tyler- which threatened to consume my whole day- and second, a reason to meet more people. Also, more exercise never hurt anybody.

I decided to try out swimming. A crazy idea, but it was worth a shot. I’d texted Bella asking if there were any spots on the team to which she told me that tryouts wouldn’t be until the following semester but that we were doing swimming in gym class. It was good enough for me.

“You got all your stuff?” Bella appeared behind me in the hallway just before I got to my locker.

“I’m pretty sure I do,” I replied.

I opened up my locker and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that there wasn’t anything in there except from a pile of books. I couldn’t cope with Tyler surprising me with another shit or something worse. What could be worse? Whatever the answer was to that question, I’m pretty sure that Tyler would find a way.

I blinked again and let out a loud groan when I realised that my books were the only thing in my locker and not my swimming kit, which I’d clearly forgotten to pick up off the kitchen table!

“You’ve forgotten your kit, haven’t you?” Bella asked warily as she peered into my locker from behind me.

“It seems so,” I said flatly. “Please tell me that they have spare kits?” I asked, even though the idea of it sounded less than appetising. Bella shook her head gently.

“We used to, but not anymore. Apparently people are really gross…”

“Too much information!” I butt in, cutting Bella off. “I guess I’ll just have to message my dad to see if he’s in.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait with you,” said Bella and she proceeded to lean against the lockers as I rooted around in my bag for my phone.

Just as I’d finished typing out a message to Dad, a freshman girl with frizzy blonde hair came up to me, her eyes wide with confusion.

“You okay?” I asked slowly, unsure of what the girl wanted.

“Yeah!” she squeaked. “Urm, are you Ruby Jones?” The girl looked up at me and I could tell by the desperation in her eyes that she’d probably approached other people before finally finding me.

“I am… why?” I asked, more unkindly than I intended. I looked over at Bela and she shrugged her shoulders. Was this another prank?

“Your parents are at the office with your kit-”

The poor girl had barely got her words out before Bella grabbed my arm and dragged me in the direction of the office. It was as if the universe had heard my prayers and answered them before I’d panicked myself into a frenzy.

“Thank you!” I called back to the freshman girl, who was still standing in the hallway on her own, looking at me and Bella with a bemused expression on her face.

“If we get it quickly, we’ll be able to get to the gym in time. Coach doesn’t like people being late, so we better hurry.”

When we got to the main reception, sure enough, Dad and Zoe were seated on the plush chairs holding my kit between them.

“There she is!” Dad called out with a big smile on his face. He and Zoe stood up and walked over to me and Bella.

“I realised you forgot this in the morning,” Zoe said, handing me my kit. I accepted it with veiled disdain, annoyed that she’d come to school with Dad. What if someone saw them together?

“Thanks,” I said, while inspecting the bag’s contents.

“I’m Bella, by the way,” said Bella. She held out her hand and shook Dad’s hand and then Zoe’s politely.

“Lovely to meet you,” they said at the same time before everyone burst out laughing.

“Right, I’ve got to go because I don’t want to be late. Thanks though, bye!” I said quickly, making eye contact with Bella so that she knew it was also time to go. We all said our hurried goodbyes before me and Bella power walked to the changing rooms.

“You’re right, she is young,” Bella hissed at me as we tore off our uniform.

As soon as I saw Bella’s washboard abs, I was instantly jealous and annoyed that I couldn’t join the swimming team yet and get my own. To be honest, I heard that training sessions could be brutal, so maybe it was best that I sat this semester out.

“I told you, she’s basically the same age as us!” I whispered back, looking around the changing room to see if anyone was listening. Most of our class were basically dressed, their hair tucked into their school issued swimming caps.

“She seems nice, though. I’ve seen worse stepmoms,” Bella teased.

“Gross, she’ll never be my stepmom, I’ll make sure of it!”

“Girls, hurry up and get out here now. I don’t have all day,” a male voice sounded through the changing room. There were a few squeals at the sound of his voice which was unsurprising. I also nearly jumped out of my skin.

Horrified, I instinctively pulled my blazer to my chest so that my bra and boobs were covered. Why the hell was the coach in here? I looked up to see his head poking round the door and was shaken beyond belief. Surely male teachers weren’t supposed to do that?

“We’re almost done!” Bella called back. When the door closed and I was sure that Coach was out of earshot, I turned to Bella.

“What the hell was that?” I hissed as I quickly pulled on my swimming costume in the hopes that Coach didn’t return before I’d gotten myself covered up.

“He does that,” Bella said quietly, and I couldn’t help but notice that she was avoiding making eye contact with me as she folded up her uniform neatly.

“Surely he can’t do that. It must be against the rules, right?” I pressed on, not understanding how no one had said anything about this shit or if they had, why he still felt like it was okay to barge in on a bunch of teenage girls getting dressed.

“I don’t know. He just always has and I guess that’s just the way it is,” Bella said flatly. She shrugged and stood up, beckoning for me to do the same. Something was off with her tone, but I couldn’t work out what it was.

I looked up at the clock up on the wall and at the same time I heard more shouting behind the door. We couldn’t make Coach wait any longer. I slipped my swimming cap on with ease and watched as Bella struggled to tuck her kinky curls into her own.

“We better go,” I said in a light tone, which was my lame attempt at trying to ease the tension that had somehow formed between us. I left my uniform beside Bella’s and followed her and the last few girls out of the door and towards the pool.

* * *

Swimming was a lot harder than I remembered and a lot more competitive, too. Maybe the second part was a Valley High thing, but I had no way of knowing because the last time I’d actually swam properly was in middle school when no one was really taking shit seriously, anyway.

Bella was good. Like really good. She cut through the waves like she was a fucking mermaid or something. I was honestly quite jealous and wished that I could somehow learn to swim like that.

Coach Jenkins, on the other hand, was very bad vibes. He was one of those guys that just came across as a dick and a bit of a sleaze, even when he was giving you a compliment or congratulating you on a move, it was bound to get under your skin. Every time that his stupid bald head was out of sight, I breathed a sigh of relief. We hadn’t gotten off to a good start, what with me being ‘late’ and him barging into the girls’ changing rooms.

I was confused, and frankly a bit disgusted, to see girls like Amber (who, of course, just had to be in my class yet again) giggling at anything that Coach had to say. I’d even go so far as accusing her of flirting, and it didn’t seem like he was exactly dismissing these attempts.

He was the adult, after all, and shouldn’t have been entertaining a bunch of teenage girls, let alone be left in charge of them. It was all fucking gross and I couldn’t wait to be out of the pool and far away from that weird man. My desire to join the swim team practically vanished in an instant.

“How did you find it?” Bella asked as we made our way back to the changing rooms.

“Let’s just say I’ll be glad when we move onto another sport,” I said, deciding that it was probably best not to go on a full rant about Coach, not only because I was surrounded by some of his super fans, but I also didn’t want to make Bella feel some type of way especially seeing as she had to spend so much time with him.

“I don’t blame you,” Bella said. Again, I could tell that her mood wasn’t what I’d grown accustomed to.

“Is everything alright with you? You seem a bit down,” I said gently.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just tired.” Bella forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. I didn’t want to push it.

“Where are the toilets, by the way?” I asked, having noticed that there weirdly weren’t any in the changing room like you’d expect.

“They’re out that door and on the left-hand side.” Bella gestured, and I nodded. “I’m not feeling too good, so I’m going to head home now if that’s cool with you?”

“Of course!” I exclaimed, even though I wished that she’d stay around for a bit longer. I understood that Bella probably needed the rest or just some time to herself. “Feel free to message me if you need,” I added. Bella smiled before heading into the changing rooms with the other girls.

“I didn’t know your dad was a pedophile, Pauper. Guess you’re not the only freak in your family.” Amber barged past me, catching me off guard. This was the first time she’d spoken to me this lesson after having subjected me to only dirty looks the whole time we were in the pool.

“He’s not!” I said lamely, struggling to get the words out now that my throat was tight.

“I know what I saw in reception. Your dad with his child bride,” Amber said cruelly, as she cast me a smile over her shoulder.

“Surely you must be bored from fucking lying all the time?” I spat in her direction.

“Oh, but Ruby, my eyes don’t lie,” Amber said smugly before she pushed open the doors to the changing room and went inside. The girls behind us who’d overheard the conversation shot me worried and disgusted looks.

“Don’t believe anything that bitch says,” I muttered before storming off in the other direction towards the toilets before anyone could make me feel worse.

Even though Zoe was technically above the legal age of consent, it’s not like I really had a leg to stand on here. I already disapproved of his dating decisions, but it was another thing for Amber to straight out use that disgusting word to describe him.

The whole time I was sitting on the toilet , I was coming up with a variety of curses and comebacks that I could use on Amber, some of which were completely archaic. But none of them felt strong enough in comparison to her insult.

I made my way back to the changing rooms, glad to see that they were empty, which meant that I wouldn’t have to deal with unnecessary comments or looks. I grabbed my towel and decided to go for a shower. It was a good idea to cool off before my next class. I took my costume off and placed it next to my other clothes before wrapping my towel around me and heading into the showers.

The showers were so much nicer than the ones at my old school, and I found myself reluctant to get out. Maybe putting up with Coach Jenkins for an hour was worth it if I got to use this bad boy piece of equipment. Maybe.

Once I’d finished washing myself, I slid my feet into my flip flops- I hated to think of what could be on the floor, especially in a high school changing room, and headed back to get changed. My eyes went to the spot where Bella and I had been changing and I froze as I realised that all my clothes were gone.

Fuck.

I didn’t even entertain the fact that I had been the one to misplace them because there was nowhere for me to do that. The rest of the room was empty, and I was the only one here.

It had to be Amber.

All the cooling off that the shower had done had melted away into oblivion, and I was once again a raging bull on the lookout for my next target. I marched to the door and peer outside into the hallway to see if could catch the blonde bitch sniggering with my clothes. At least I knew how fucking childish she could be.

Unfortunately for me, there was no Amber, and time was ticking. What could I do? I didn’t feel comfortable enough to go to Coach Jenkins in nothing but a towel and tell him what had happened when he already gave me the fucking heebie-jeebies.

“You looking for something?”

I turned around at the sound of the cocky, velvety voice that I was becoming increasingly more and more familiar with. Tyler stood behind me just outside the boys’ changing rooms, leaning his tall body against the doorframe as he held my clothes in his hand. He smirked at me, and I could tell just how proud he was of himself. And how slim the chances of me getting my clothes back without a fight were.

“Very funny, give them back,” I said as I reached my arm out to grab them. Tyler held the clothes above my head and out of my reach, and I instantly felt like a stupid little child.

“I’m being serious, Tyler,” I hissed, holding onto my towel with all my might. A few students passed us in the hallway and simply laughed at the scene playing out between me and Tyler before continuing on their journey.

“How serious?” Tyler flashed his canines, and his sapphire eyes lit up dangerously.

My hands were on my hips and I was sure that from my face he could tell just how serious I was. Of course, for Tyler, that was clearly a sign for him to continue because there was not a shred of empathy in his body. There simply couldn’t be.

“What do you get out of this?” I spat, trying a different approach. Maybe if I could understand why he was so hellbent on treating me like I was no better than gum on the street, then maybe I could find a way to make it stop.

Tyler leaned down so that his lips were brushing my ear. I shivered from the heat, his closeness, and the way that his sandalwood cologne tickled my nose. I made an attempt to swipe at my clothes, but Tyler beat me to it and instead raised them higher above my head.

“Pure, unadulterated pleasure,” Tyler purred. I stared at him in shock, my pulse loud in his ears. What the hell did he mean? The look in his eyes told me that I didn’t want to know. I opened my mouth to ask another question, but before the words could form, Tyler ran into the boys’ changing rooms and the door closed behind him.

“Fucking asshole!” I shouted as I went in after him, hot on his heels. I was prepared to see a dick or two if I had to, but was pleasantly surprised while simultaneously terrified to find that the changing room was empty apart from me and Tyler.

Tyler stood on the opposite side of the room, my clothes still clutched in his hand. He walked around like a lion stalking its prey. His movements were languid and predatory and unpredictable. If I went one way, he went the other. He was bigger, faster and stronger than me- I had no chance.

He was tiring me out, and I was losing hope, so I sat down on the bench, hoping that if Tyler saw me give up, his game would stop being fun and he’d hand me back my things. It was about time I tried another tactic, right?

“Ruby?” he asked me softly.

“What?” I asked. My voice was both wary and weary.

“I think these would look much better if I put them under the shower, don’t you?”Tyler’s eyes twinkled with mischief. He enjoyed taunting me too much. I was starting to think that it was his favourite form of entertainment.

“Sure,” I began as I tried to maintain the facade of not caring. That was quickly broken as I watched Tyler walk towards the showers. “Don’t you fucking dare!” I snapped as I got up and followed him, hoping that it wasn’t too late.

My eyes glanced at the clock and I knew that I was going to be late for my next class. How would I even begin explaining why? I watched in horror as Tyler turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up, my clothes mere inches away from the stream of water.

“Please, don’t, Tyler!” I cried. “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”

My eyes darted between my bully and my clothes. I wanted to jump forward and snatch them out of his hand, but knew that was stupid and would probably end with my clothes being drowned. Who was I kidding? It would definitely end with my clothes being drowned.

Tyler’s features contorted into a look of cruelty and desire. With his free hand, he pointed to the space in front of his feet.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, his eyes fixed on mine without flinching.

“What?” I gasped, not sure if I’d heard him correctly.

“I said, get on your fucking knees,” Tyler growled, this time more insistent.

“Why?” I whispered while I stood completely still. From the way that my clit had started pulsing, I was pretty sure that I had an inkling as to why Tyler wanted me on my knees, but part of me wanted him to prove me wrong.

“You want your clothes back, don’t you?” I nodded furiously. “Prove it.”

Tyler’s eyes burned into mine and I couldn’t help but look down at his crotch as I walked slowly towards him. I breathed in sharply as I realised that he was nursing an erection, presumably for me.

I made him hard?

“Hurry the fuck up, Pauper,” Tyler growled, this time grabbing me roughly by the arm once I was close enough. He pushed me down to the floor and pushed his crotch into my face.

My body was shaking uncontrollably, with anxiety, rage and, dare I say it… desire. My cheeks burned with shame as Tyler unzipped himself and allowed his rock hard cock to spring out freely in front of me. I looked up at him as I awaited my instruction. Or waited for him to change his mind and call the whole thing off.

“Put it in your fucking mouth,” said Tyler.

“What if someone comes in and sees us?” My words came out wobbly like jelly and I felt even more embarrassed than I already was.

My heart was beating so loudly it was practically deafening. How was he so big? I gripped the towel around me tighter, hoping to conceal the heat between my legs from Tyler as well as the wetness that was growing there, too. There was no way I was going to let him know how aroused I was getting from the sight of him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?There was no way I was getting turned on by this, let alone the guy who made my time at school a living hell! And yet, here I was on my knees, pressing my thighs together while the most popular boy in school’s dick was right in front of my face. And hard for me.

“Suck it and we’ll see.”

Tyler’s dick twitched with anticipation as I carefully wrapped my hand around the base and eased it into my mouth. Almost instantly, Tyler let out an involuntary moan as I sucked him off gently while also jerking him off at the same time. Using his free hand, he pulled my hair while also thrusting himself deeper into my mouth. I gagged on Tyler’s dick, my eyes shut tight as he continued bucking his hips and fucking my face as if I was nothing but a hole. There was nothing romantic or intimate about it and yet a small part of me, a part that I’d had yet to explore until now, kind of… liked it.

I opened my eyes for a moment to see Tyler’s reaction and was surprised to see him staring back at me, a mixture of fury and desire on his face. Before I could stop him, he tore my towel off of me and let it fall to the ground. I took in the scene that I’d found myself in: I was fully exposed in the boys’ changing room, choking on dick just to get my uniform back. It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this.

I took Tyler out of my mouth and reached out to grab my towel again, but Tyler had other ideas. He yanked on my hair and pulled me back towards him, an animalistic growl escaping from his throat.

“I didn’t fucking say you were finished, did I, Pauper?”

I shook my head quickly, annoyed at the way that my bottom lip was wobbling. I didn’t want Tyler to think that I was weak and that he was actually getting to me. Even though I was trying to put on a brave face, I couldn’t believe that he was still adamant on using that horrible nickname and on making me do such a horrible thing just so that he could have power over me.

“Good, now put those pretty lips around my cock and keep sucking,” said Tyler.

I followed his command and could feel the weakness seeping out of his body as I sucked harder and faster than I had before. The sooner I pleased him, the sooner I could get my uniform back and the sooner that I could run far away from him and pretend this never happened.

My nipples betrayed me by getting hard, and I noticed Tyler’s eyes widening as he noticed them, too. His hip movements sped up once again and by the way that his balls were tightening, I could tell that he was close. I started shaking my head. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth, I didn’t want to taste him, no matter how turned on I may have been. This had already gone too far and I couldn’t let him have that over me. Tyler seemed to notice this thought process wash over my face and his perfect lips curled into a cruel smirk.

“You don’t want me to cum in your mouth, do you, Pauper?” he jeered, his grip tightening on my hair. I winced and shook my head, realising how ridiculous and pathetic I must look with his cock still in my mouth.

“Well, how about we strike a deal?”

Anotherfucking deal? How many deals were we going to have to strike before he left me the fuck alone? Tyler pressed himself deeper into my mouth and I was sure that I almost threw up from how far down my throat he went. I shivered as I watched the cruelty grow in his eyes.

“I won’t cum in your mouth if you swear to flunk the rest of the maths papers,” he purred gently, as if he was making the most rational request in the world and not asking me to compromise my senior year grade.

“I-I-” I tried to form the word around him, but struggled.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you,” Tyler said in a singsong voice, even though it had grown more breathless as my mouth moved him closer to orgasm.

“Okay, fine!” I exclaimed as I sat back on my heels to allow myself a second to breathe.

“Now that’s a good girl,” Tyler said in a patronising voice.

“Can I go now?” I asked in a near whisper. Self consciously, I wrapped my arms around myself. Even though he’d already seen too much, I could at least pretend to preserve any ounce of dignity that remained.

Tyler used his finger to raise my chin to look up at him again, and he ran his thumb along my bottom lip. Something flickered behind his eyes, but I couldn’t work out what, and I held my breath in anticipation.

“No.”

I’d barely registered the coldness of his words before Tyler had grabbed my head and pushed himself into my mouth, pumping his hips until he’d emptied his balls onto my tongue. I shuddered with disgust as he shook with pleasure at having relieved himself, but I had no choice but to swallow because I didn’t want to choke on his sticky sweetness. He wasn’t just an asshole; he was the devil himself. It didn’t matter that I’d agreed to his fucking deal, Tyler Katz just couldn’t help himself.

“Good fucking girl,” Tyler moaned just as his orgasm came to a halt. He removed himself from my mouth and fastened his pants once again. Tyler tossed my uniform at me and the clothes hit me before landing on the floor.

“You might want to get dressed. I believe your class has started,” Tyler said with a smug expression on his face. Before he left me kneeling on the cold floor, naked and alone, his eyes flashed with a message that was clear as day.

I win.