Page 5 of Silver Tears

Eliza looks at me, confused, and she follows my line of sight. “Who, Milly? She’s here with her brother. I thought you liked her?”

I furrow my brows as I watch a lad from year eleven leaning down to talk into her ear. “Like is a strong word.” She’s wearing jeans that hug her pert little arse and a cropped T-shirt that shows off her flat stomach. She looks hot.

“Oh no.” Eliza groans, grabbing my arm. “Please tell me you listened to me and didn’t go there?”

I snort, as if the idea of me pursuing the little minx is ridiculous. “I didn’t go there,” I say in a bored tone. “Relax,” I say, waggling my eyebrows at my brother’s fiancée. “She’s no longer on my radar. I have new pussy to chase.”

Archer comes over at this point. Tony called him over when we arrived. Judging by the concerned frown on his face, it isn’t good news. He asks Little Red if she’s okay and she assures him she’s fine and he says he’ll call Boyd in the morning.

“Stalker?” I ask him.

Arch nods his head. “I’ll fill you in later. Let's enjoy our night for now. Go find yourself a girlfriend.”

I shudder. A girlfriend. The thought is chilling. I don’t do girlfriends.

MILLY

I’d picked up my new uniform for Hawk Bay Academy after school today. I admire it from where it hangs in my wardrobe. It will clash a bit with my new pale pink hair, but this new hair colour is here to stay.

I jump when Halsey blasts through the room as my phone rings. I frown when I don’t recognise the number. “Hello.”

“Oh, hello. Is that Miss Silver?” The polite female voice asks me.

“It is. Who is this?” I ask, not recognising the formal voice on the other end of the line.

“Apologies for calling, but your brother, Charlie, suggested we call you. Unfortunately, his mum hasn’t come to pick him up from school, you see.”

“Oh.” I quickly jump to my feet and walk over to check outside my bedroom door, making sure no one is around. I close my door. “Ah, my mum must have got caught up at work.” I check my watch. How the hell am I going to get over there? If I take the bus, it will be gone five before I get there.

“Charlie said that you might come and collect him?” The lady suggests. No doubt they are waiting to pack up and go home for the day.

“Yes, of course I’ll come and get him. I can be there in about half an hour?” I offer and she thanks me. She tells me she’ll set up Charlie with some colouring to do while he is waiting for me. I thank her and ending the call, I pace the room. How am I going to get there? I pick up my phone again and dial Ryan’s number.

“What’s up?” he asks when he picks up. No, ‘hi babe’ or greeting.

“I need a favour,” I say sweetly. “I need a lift into Droyton.”

There’s silence from the other end. “Babe, I’m doing weights with the boys.”

I can tell from his voice that he’s going to say no. “Please,” I beg. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You will?” His voice perks in interest. “How?”

I roll my eyes. I should have known the promise of sexual favours would work with him. I sometimes think he only wants me for that. “Why don’t you say you’ll pick me up and I’ll surprise you later.”

“I’ll be there in five,” he says, and the phone goes dead. Breathing a sigh of relief, I grab my trainers and pull them on. I have a quick wee and dab on some blusher and lip gloss. He beeps outside the house, and grabbing my bag, I jog down the stairs. “I’m off out with Ryan,” I shout back as I pull the front door open and dash outside.

I climb into Ryan’s car, and he appraises me with an anticipatory grin as he heads out of the drive.

“Thanks for doing this,” I tell him as I fasten my seat belt.

“You can thank me now if you like,” he says, smirking and gesturing to the bulge in his pants.

“Now?” I say with an arched brow. “Whilst you’re driving. Isn’t that dangerous?”

His smirk drops and he frowns. “If you want me to use my petrol to drive you into Droyton, babe, I suggest you get those pretty pink lips on my dick.”

Rolling my eyes, I pull out my belt so that I can stretch across the car, and I pull down his zipper and free his cock. “Ah, that’s my good girl,” he says with a satisfied sigh as I wrap my lips around the tip. His hand pushes on the back of my head, forcing himself inside my mouth and making me gag. He moans and groans in pleasure as I get him off as he drives. Why does there always have to be a trade-off with him? Couldn’t he have simply picked me up and driven me there because I’m his girlfriend and he wants to help me out?

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