Taylor - Keane: Her Ruthless Ex 50 Loving States, Massachusetts

Keane marked him less than five minutes after stepping foot into Boston Preps main school building. Skinny. Short. Brownbut not the kind that fights back. Hed bet his new custom Bauer Supremes the kid signed up for band freshman year.

He studied Band Nerd stuffing books into his locker and jabbering with some girl. He could only see her profile, but he clocked that she was also brown and wore her hair in a long practical braid. She kept her face turned toward Band Nerd as she stowed her books. Like she actually gave a shit about whatever he was talking about.

Girlfriend, Keane concluded. Probably played for the band, too. Keane had yet to encounter a lunch money mark who actually knew how to bag a girlfriend without getting band involved. Flute or clarinet, he guessed. Something delicate and useless like that.

Yeah, this kid would definitely make for perfect prey.

He thumped his suite and teammate, Con, on the shoulder. Watch this, he said. Then he cut left in Band Nerds direction.

Time to show everyone at this new school who not to fuck with.

Just so you know, I plan to kill myself if Mr. Marchetti refuses to let us play anything from the current millennium this year, Band Nerd was saying.

He had an accent, Keane noted. Not Puerto Rican. Indian maybe?

His girlfriend made a chiding sound in the back of her throat, half laugh, half groan. Sweetie, dont say that. Id be so sad.

I am completely serious

Keane grabbed Band Nerd by his lapels and slammed him against the locker before the kid had the chance to finish his lame-ass declaration.

Lunch Money. Two words. Spoken calm as fuck. Keane didnt bother with a follow-up threat.

He didnt have to. He could tell from the about-to-piss-my-fucking-pants look on Band Nerds face that the kid knew what was up, and understood exactly what would happen if he didnt fork over the cash.

Yeah, hed snagged the right mark for sure. Hardly any effort required. So instead of growling threats in his face, Keane simply stood there, dangling Band Nerd in the air as he waited for his money.

But then somebody tugged on his arm. Youyou cant do that! Boston Glenn has a zero tolerance policy against bullying. Put him down! Put him down right now!

Well this was a new twist. Keane had been rocking the stronger-than-any-of-you-fucks look since the age of nine. And thanks to that implicit promise of beating the shit out of anyone who tried to come between him and his lunch money, hed never had any guy, much less a girl attempt to stop him from taking someone elses lunch money. Yet, here Band Nerds girlfriend was, running interference.

Keane looked down, only meaning to shake her off of him. But the full-on sight of her hit him harder than a T-train.

She was fucking gorgeous. Creamy brown skin, deep brown eyes, and a wide mouth that looked like it would be smiling if she werent here, trying to get him to let go of her boyfriend.

He dropped his gaze down to the rest of her body, and immediately regretted the impulse decision.

She was the kind of big he hadnt known he liked until this very moment. Curves for days. Lush hips and a spectacular rackhe could tell, even though she had them way too covered up under the blue and red Boston Glenn uniform jacket. Quite a few BG girls had introduced themselves to him already, and most of them had tugged down their red uniform ties and unbuttoned their shirts to show him some skin. But this girl wore her blouse buttoned all the way up, with the knot of her tie squeezed so tight under her collar, he wondered if it was choking her.

His hands itched to reach out and tug the tie down. To let that perfect braid loose, too. Then haul her to him and kiss that disapproving frown off her mouth. Would her plump lips taste as good as they looked?

No, he hadnt noticed her at first. But when he did, she became all he could see. For secondsminuteseternities on end.

A memory crashed into him. His first game at Andrews Arena. Cheering for the Boston Hawks with his mom. It was close. Less than 30 seconds left on the clock in the last period, and the game was 0-0. This had been before the NHL killed that tied game shit with the shootout, so everybody had been shifting in their seats. Restless and scared theyd paid for tickets and got ass-fucked by the arenas parking prices for literally zero result. His mom was tapping her acrylics against the arm rest in a way Keane had come to recognize as her needing a drink real bad, even though shed already knocked back two beers.

But then in the very last seconds of the game, the Hawks star right wing had Holy Fucking Mary-ed the puck into the enemys net. That win had stopped his moms jonesing. She, Keane, and just about everybody in that stadium jumped to their feet, Caw-Cawing for the Hawks, as the band Bostons More Than a Feeling started playing overhead.

Gazing down at this girlit felt like that moment. Like More Than a Feeling blasting after an unexpected win. And, a new arousal delivered an unexpected dick punch.

Okay, okay! Ill give you my lunch money.

Band Nerds voice ripped Keane out of the eternity stare, reminding him of his original intention. Not to gape at some weirdly alluring band nerds girlfriend, but to complete his important first day of school ritual of establishing himself as the resident alpha. Plus, after spending all his summer funds on his new Bauers, he was broke as fuck.

This one act was supposed to kill two birds with one nerd. So good thing Band Nerd had brought him back around to the main point.

But get this, Band Nerds girlfriend had something to say about that, too. No, Vihaan. You dont have to give him anything. Im going to get a teacher.

Con, back me up here, Keane said without turning his attention from his real target this time. He couldnt risk letting himself look at her again. Popping a tent in his slacks while dangling a guy in the air just wasnt a good look.

But Keane knew his roommate had it covered when he heard Band Nerds girlfriend start rattling off her Boston Prep school zero tolerance rule to him, too. Like it actually applied to hockey players.

Lunch money, Keane said again, this time letting some pissed off seep into the demand.

Its in my front pocket! Just take it!

Keane gave him an aggrieved look. You a fag?

The little brown nerd blinked. N-no.

Then why the fuck do you think Im going to reach into your pocket. Ive already got all my school supplies. Not looking to pick up any pencils.

Con snickered behind him, along with everyone else in the large group of students whod gathered to watch the show.

Well, everyone else except for Band Nerd and his girlfriend. But at least the kid seemed to get it now.