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*** ETHAN

This is really fucking difficult. I don't even know why it's this fucking difficult. I was excited before. Excited to get to Ashley's school, excited to fuck some shit up, kick Jake's ass, who the fuck knows? Yeah, I was excited, and I'm still kind of excited, but…

Like I said, this is really fucking difficult. Why? I have no fucking clue.

We landed fine. We made it off the plane. And then…

Everyone stands around in a circle. Some of them look over at me. Scarlet fucking stares at me like I'm the cause of all this. You know what? Fuck you, Scarlet. I didn't plan this. I planned something else, and you just fucked it all up.

We're off to the side now, away from the plane. Someone brought us over there. Fuck if I know who. I think they just wanted us out of the way. One of those open carts you see zooming down the tarmac sometimes, you know?

Except now we're at the private exit gate for people who fly in on their own planes, and there's a taxi waiting for us to get in. Car, not a van. That's the problem. That's what makes this so fucking difficult.

The driver gives us a look. I don't blame him. This isn't a fucking clown car. We're not all fitting in that thing. Maybe, uh… five of us if we're lucky, and even then I doubt he'll go for it. One in the front, three sitting regularly in the back, and another one laying across everyone's lap? Yeah, sure. Or not.

“Alright,” I say. “Listen up. Here's how we're going to do this.”

I stand tall. Authoritative as fuck. I'm leading here. I'm going to be a leader or something.

I should have called and asked them to come pick us up in a van. Or a nice limo or something. We would have had plenty of time for that. I blame Ashley. She distracted me with her sexy as fuck sexyness. It's all your fault, Princess.

I give her a look that's kind of a cross between glaring and appreciating her sexy as fuck self. She looks back at me, this cute and confused look in her eyes, but a wicked smirk on her lips. Why does she do this to me? I don't know. I can feel myself getting hard already, but this isn't the time for that.

I look away from her. I have to, or I'm not going to get anything done.

“Yeah, so… Caleb and Scarlet, you get in this one,” I say, pointing to them, then motioning to the cab.

Caleb starts to shuffle off and get to work, but Scarlet just scowls at me, hands on her hips.

“Why?” she asks.

“What the fuck do you mean why?” I ask her.

“I don't fucking know but I want to know why you want us in that one!” she says, all sassy as fuck.

“Can you please just calm the fuck down?” I tell her. “You and Caleb can get in that one, with Ron and Jefferson. They're expecting you at school or something, right? Makes sense.”

She gives me a little less of a scowl this time, but she's still staring at me. “Alright, maybe,” she says.

“Then Ashley and I get into the next one with Brittany,” I add. “It's not that fucking complicated, Scarlet.”

The guys go to get into the car. The taxi driver said she'd call us another one, but it'd take awhile to get here, so we're going to have to wait. Everyone's settling in and hopefully this won't be difficult for too much longer, except Scarlet's still glaring at me, hands on her hips.

Don't worry. I got this. I know how to fix her problem.

“Hey, look,” I tell her, trying to reason with her. “If you don't get in the car soon, you're going to have to sit up front and not next to Caleb.”

Her look softens and her eyes widen. She glances from me to the car, where Caleb, Ron, and Jefferson are all getting ready to get in the back.

“Oh, shit,” she says, frantic.

Grabbing her bag, she runs over and shoves Jefferson aside. Except they've all got their bags in the trunk, and Scarlet doesn't. She realizes this before the cab driver closes the hatch, runs back to toss her bag in, runs back again to rush past Jefferson, and then she just fucking…

She crawls. She crawls over Ron's lap, pushes him aside with her legs and her feet like some kind of crazed animal or something, and settles in next to Caleb. Caleb stares at her like she's a crazed animal, too, except he looks like he likes it instead of thinking she's insane. I have no fucking clue why. Caleb, she's insane. How many times do I have to tell him this? I give up. I can't do it anymore.

That's that, though. We've figured that part out. The taxi drives off into the sunset or something, and Ashley, Brittany, and I stand there, waiting.

“So…” Brittany says, just standing there, watching the rest of our group leave.

“Yeah?” I ask her.

“Where are we sleeping?”

Brittany and I look to Ashley. Ashley looks back at us like she's unsure what the question is.

“Uh… Princess? How big is your dorm room?” I ask her.

“It's for two people?” she says, kind of a question. Then she panics and jumps up, shaking her head fast. “No. No way! There's no way that many people can sleep in my room. I'll get in trouble, Ethan! I'm pretty sure my roommate will hate me, too. I can't do anything to make her hate me this early in the year. I don't want to do anything to make her hate me at all, but I really can't do it in the first week of classes.”

She kind of does this whiny pouting foot stomping thing. Which, yeah, it's adorable as fuck. I want to hug her, then kiss her hard, but Brittany's here and I guess that could be awkward. It's not like I care that much, but Brittany's not so bad. She's pretty cool, actually.

“Wait, Scarlet's probably got something planned out, right?” I ask.

The two girls look at me like I'm a genius. No one's ever looked at me like that before, so I'm not sure what to do about that. Careful, as if this could wear off at any moment, I reach into my pocket and grab my phone. I call Scarlet while the two girls look on with admiration.

I could really get used to that, actually. I like it.

Scarlet picks up on the second ring. “What the fuck are you calling me for?” she asks.

“Yo, shut up for a second,” I tell her. “Where are you guys sleeping? What's the sleeping arrangement or whatever the fuck you want to call it. For, uh… you know, the whole art exhibit thing.”

“Oh,” she says, as if she hadn't thought about it before two seconds ago. “Yeah, some people are sleeping in their cars. A few got rooms at a motel, I think. I don't know.”

Cool. Cars. Might suck, but it's not bad if it's just for a night. A motel isn't the worst, I guess. I'm not a huge fan, and I like hotels more, but whatever. I'm not the one sleeping in…

Wait. Fuck. Where am I sleeping? I have no idea.

“So you're sleeping in your car?” I ask her.

“Yeah,” she says, confident in her answer. Then she starts to get a lot less confident. “Um… wait, we didn't take a car here.”

I stare at Brittany and Ashley, who are expecting me to fix this. They stare back at me, their previous admiration fading fast. Look, ladies, I'm pretty fucking disappointed, too. You don't have to look at me like that!

“Maybe I can get a hotel room or something,” I say.

“How close to the school are they, though?” Scarlet asks. “If we don't have a car, how the fuck are we going to get there for the art exhibit?”

“I have no fucking clue how close they are, Scarlet. This seems like something you should have thought about before now, don't you think?”

“I did think about it, but then some asshole told me he'd bring me in his dad's private plane instead of letting me drive!”

“Are you seriously complaining about me bringing you here by plane instead of you having to drive all fucking day just to get here?”

“Yeah,” she says. “I am. Now where the fuck am I supposed to sleep? We can't sleep in the plane, asshole. I need to get my fucking beauty rest or else I'll be a huge bitch.”

You're not being a huge bitch already? I don't say this, because I know when to back the fuck off, but… yeah…

Brittany and Ashley stare at me like I just called Scarlet a huge bitch, though. Maybe because I rolled my eyes at the phone and mouthed the words, but still. Why am I the one getting in trouble for this shit? It's not my fucking responsibility. I'm the one who was doing the nice thing by bringing everyone in my dad's plane!

Fuck, man…

“Just… fuck, Scarlet. Just fucking… get to the school, then pretend like you belong there or something, and wait for us,” I tell her. “We'll figure this out.”

She starts swearing and screaming at me, but I don't have time for that. I hang up, clear my throat, and confront the girls.

“Don't even worry about it,” I tell them. “We'll figure this out.”

Brittany nods, serene. She's way too fucking calm right now. I don't like it. Ashley looks a little more nervous, but kind of like she believes in me. Yeah, that's right. Have faith, Princess. Sometimes I know what I'm doing. Maybe. Occasionally.

Turning to Ashley, Brittany says, “Can I sleep in your room with you and your roommate, at least?”

“Oh! That's a good idea!” Ashley says, brightening up. They both smile at each other. “I don't think Jacky will have a problem with that. If it's just one person, it should be fine. My mom stayed with us for the night when she helped me move in. That was fun. We found pretty nailpolish patterns on Pinterest and did our nails together, so maybe we can do that if you want?”

“Ooh! Like a slumber party!” Brittany says, clapping her hands together. “We could try facials, too, if you want? I like the masks.” I didn't even fucking say anything, but Brittany turns and wags her finger at me. “Not that kind of facial, Ethan. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“What the fuck?” I say. “I didn't even–”

Now that she says that, I can't stop thinking about possibilities, though. Facial, right? Whenever Ashley gives me a blowjob, she always swallows it all, but how fucking hot would it be to pull out a little and unload all over her face? In a nice way, right? Uh… how the fuck does that work? I have no fucking clue. I don't want to be an asshole about it, not degrading or anything, but I kind of want to know what she'd look like with my cum all over her face.

“See?” Brittany says to Ashley as if I've just proven a point.

Ashley nods in complete understanding.

“Fuck you two,” I say, grumbling. “If Brittany gets to sleep in your room, I don't fucking see why I can't. I mean, fuck, Princess, I'm your boyfriend.”

“But it's supposed to be like a slumber party,” Ashley says, pouting at me. “You won't do your nails or anything, so…”

Is she baiting me? I stare at her hard, trying to figure this shit out.

“Will you?” she asks, curious.

“Uh, no,” I say.

“It might be cute?” she offers.

“We could paint footballs on your nails!” Brittany says. “It'd be the best!”

“Uh, no,” I repeat myself. Except that's probably not enough, so I correct myself and add, “Fuck no.”

“It probably wouldn't be that cute,” Ashley says, nodding a couple times. “We could take it off right after, though. No one would know but us.”

“Listen,” I say. “I… I'll do the fucking… the facial thing, as long as I don't smell like a fruit or a flower after. With the mask and shit. As long as I don't smell like a flower after or whatever the fuck. No nails, though. I draw the line at letting you girls paint my nails. No fucking way.”

“Hm…” Brittany says.

“Hmmmmm…” Ashley says, agreeing.

“I hate you two,” I add. “So fucking much.”