Page 190 of Rebellious

“No, beta, and I mean it now, because you’re acting like a fucking beta ass bitch. You and Harley are trying to mend your fences. You aren’t back together. Even then, she turned you down when you asked to go steady and then crashed the fuck out because of her decision. You don’t owe her shit now and you didn’t owe her shit then. You don’t have to be a fucking asshole like me, but you do need boundaries. Goddamn.”

Was Christopher living in the fucking Twilight Zone? Val looked at Ryan, then at Christopher, fish-mouthed.

“That shit not important right now,” Christopher decided, circling back to his boy’s bite. “So, you fuckin’ stopped cuz she decided to use your cock as a test subject?”

“Dad,” CJ said, mortified. “Do you have to put it like that?”

Christopher shrugged. “Just answer the question, son.”

“Yeah. I-I mean no. I was going to stop anyway. Fuck, I forced myself to stop kissing her and said we couldn’t do it. She was all over me. It’s what she normally does. Push and push and fucking push. Asking me questions. Insinuating herself in my space. Usually, I’m prepared, but I could barely fucking think.” CJ covered his face. “Who knows? If she hadn’t bit me, I might’ve gone all the way,” he admitted. “And it would’ve been so fucking meaningless.”

“For you,” Ryan said. “It would’ve been quite meaningful for her, especially if she achieved her end goal. Your baby.”

“Exfuckinplain what the fuck that mean, Ryan.”

“CJ does not carry condoms, Uncle Christopher. Strike one. She told me and him that she’s looking for a way out of poverty. Strike two. She likes CJ but is willing to sleep with me because she thinks I’m like him. Strike three.”

“Skye Ratcliffe?” Kaia called.

“Yeah,” CJ answered.

“Would she baby trap?” Val asked.

Kaia nodded “She used to come into the mini mart where I worked with her mom and her brother and sister. Kayce liked her at one time. Mom and Dad was completely against that. They called her trailer trash.”

As much as Christopher disliked Kaia, his parents sounded like assfucks.

“That doesn’t answer the question, emo boy,” Diesel spat.

“Her mom sometimes works three jobs,” Kaia answered, glaring at Diesel. “Skye liked reruns of this old reality show about pregnant teenagers. She talked about how, if it still aired, she’d find a way to get on it, but only with a rich boy. She was tired of missing her mom and being hungry. So, yeah, she’d baby trap.”

“Do you know how the fuck she can afford Ridge Moore?” Diesel asked.

“Her mom, Diesel,” Kaia bit out. “She was fucking around with some rich married dude. She thought she was pregnant and threatened to tell his wife. He beat the fuck out of her. Skye came into the store and begged me to buy medical supplies for her because they couldn’t afford it. Instead of calling the cops, she got him to pay Skye’s tuition for this semester. I don’t know about next school year. Does she need more? One semester is long enough to trap a rich boy.”

“Told you, CJ,” Ryan said.

Christopher scrubbed a hand through his hair, hating the shame and anger on CJ’s face. He understood the anger. She’d planned to use him by placing lifelong responsibility on his shoulders.

Easton walked over. The club was quiet, so of course everyone overheard. “If I may suggest regulatory skirt lengths for the girls? I’ve seen Skye. In any other school, the amount of leg and thigh she shows wouldn’t be allowed.”

“We ain’t got a dress code?” Christopher asked in surprise.

“Only one that states what uniforms are mandatory,” Easton answered.

“We should see about finding a way to have students purchase the uniforms from a shop we’re affiliated with, Dad,” CJ said morosely. “It would be money in our pocket.”

Christopher looked at Easton and nodded, smiling at his boy. “Kenny, bring a setup,” he called. “Kaia, you not fuckin’ punished. Sit closer.”

Drumming his fingers on the table and grimacing, Diesel threw Kaia a hateful look. Kaia pretended not to see as he took the seat next to Ryan.

“Bishop, sit the fuck down. You too, Easton.”

“Narci and Torrin helped, too, Uncle Christopher.”

Since Diesel was right, Christopher called them over as well, waiting until Kenny sat two buckets of beers down and they all had one.

“Lemme ask you, CJ,” Christopher started after he sipped his beer. “How the fuck you ended up in that position with Skye?”