The boys had rocked up at eight to Cassian's Pap's place. A three story townhouse in the far east of Mayfair, where he parked his black bentley and escaped to when the boys dorm got a little too suffocating with ketamine and sluts. He didn't give a shit about the schools curfew or rules. Even if the headmistress was always on his ass for it. 

He was convinced she only brought it up cause she wanted to fuck him. Plenty of other dickheads didn't even rock up to class. She'd call him to her office and grope his arms sometimes. With her buttons a little too low and her skirt hiked up to her ass. The boys always cheered him on to just do it cause she had a nice pair of apples. All raved on about how jealous they were of his face. And it was true that he'd flirt back and get handsy with the headmistress from time to time. But a part of him he buried deep under all the vodka and heroine found it uncomfortable, almost disgusting.

The three did tequilla shots and chilled in the townhouse, until one of the Mulberry girls texted Reggie that they were heading out. So at 11'oclock with two half sober friends, Cassian got in his bent and drove them down Oxford. He was honestly having a pretty good night despite the two drunk asshole's babbling, and was ready to fuck some Mulberry bitches. 

Up till he pulled in next to a red Ferrari. With a horse perched on the hood and two white racer stripes. He recognized the guy inside, some dealer he'd met with from time to time. But when his eyes followed his arms to the curly haired, dolled up brunette. Wearing her signature red and pretty hair flowing past her ass, his mood instantly soured.

They made eye contact, but he immediately broke it and looked away. Apple had nothing to do with him anymore. He couldn't give two shits about her. Seeing the bitch still made his blood boil, but he would get over it. It was all going fine, and he was keeping his promise to himself until that fucker Antonio. Or Tony. Or whatever the asshole was called, shoved his fingers up her skirt. Flashbacks of that night raced through his mind, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore.

"Careful with that one."

The look she gave, that fierce look that said she wanted to rip him to shreds, made his heart race in a way all too familiar to him. He hadn't realized how much he'd been craving it. Couldn't stop the smug smile that came to his lips. That rush from back in middle school. The one thing that made his stone cold heart beat. And not in the good way. But that was before she opened that pretty mouth.

"And that one." 

He barely heard the rest of her sentence. His smirk had wiped clean. And the blinding rage that had coursed through his body was enough to make him tremble. The utter violence that immediately came to mind. He had to tear through the leather of his steering wheel to keep from lunging at the bitch and strangling her. Did she have a death wish? To fucking bring that up. Where she got the nerve when she knew what those words would bring. What they had brought her already. Well he would answer that death wish in full.

He hit the gas like a maniac and zoomed through the street. Right through traffic and damn all the shitheads that honked. He was going to fucking win this race. And when they got to that club. When they got back to school. In the morning. And at night. He would turn Apple's life into something worse then the nightmare three years ago.

"Slow down man they're gonna call the cops," 

Reggie called from the back, but Cassian ignored the idiot, just punched the petal harder. "Woah how are they catching up already? You were driving like a lunatic." Cassian checked the mirror and loe and behold, three sluts and a druggie. Apple in the front sticking a finger through her scrunched up hand and moaning at the window. Fucking bitch.

"It's around the corner," Mateo yelled, "Fucking go man!"

Cassian skidded the corner with a screech, a group of girls on the side walk screamed. Tony swerved in next to him. The two cars neck and neck. Bentley and Ferrari. Black and Red.

Apple rolled her window down to his right and stuck her head out the window, her long locks flying into her face, "you having fun jerking each other off over there?" she laughed. Her looks really didn't match her personality. For such a scathing whore, she really had the face of an angel, like a chocolate blythe doll come to life.

Cassian's smile was dangerous as he said this, "I think I'll have more fun with you when we get there, I brought a pack of cigars." Reggie and Mateo gave each other a look. But Cassian didn't take his eyes off of Apple. Searching her eyes for that fear that seemed alien to those brown crystals. As usual, she showed none. Instead, she went back into the car, stuck her ass out the window, and lifted up her dress.

Her red thongs flashed through the streets. Mateo and Reggie cheered, joined by the girls in the ferrari, and some guys on the sidewalk. It was only for a split second. One second he lost his focus. One second he had taken in that tanned juicy ass. But that was all it took.

Tony took the lead, speeding the last half kilometer to Neon 21, stopping into a cloud of dust. Cassian lost.

Apple and her friends were celebrating at the door as Cassian pulled up. "Guess you've lost your touch aye Butler?" Tony jeered as they got out of the car. "Cassian." No one was allowed to call him Butler. "Alright man, anyways I know some guys around here, I'll get us in from the back." Everyone followed after Tony except Cassian and Apple. The two hanging back and glaring at each other expressionlessly. Not a hint of interest in either of their eyes. Both a little breathless. "Guess I won," she said haughtily.

Cassian looked down her dress. It was back on her ass. "Whatever," he pushed past her to follow Tony. His hands tightening. She had no idea what he was about do to her in there. Because if she did, she would get back into that red car and run.