Sins Of Her Venom

- Glyndon Walton: (Song of the chapter: Okay by Chase Atlantic)

"Good morning, beautiful." Alex King's voice broke through the quiet morning air, carrying a playful warmth.

I stood in front of my family's mansion, dressed in our school's purple uniform, my freshly cut brown hair grazing the nape of my pale neck.

A bob haircut, my favorite.

Alex sat in his brand new car, the one his dad had gifted him for his 18th birthday, his lips curled into a smirk as he waited for me.

I tightened my grip on the straps of my backpack, chuckling softly before breaking into a light jog toward the car.

Sliding into the passenger seat, I quickly kissed his cheek, feeling the roughness of his growing beard against my lips.

It made me cringe for some reason, but I pushed the thought aside.

"Good morning to you too," I replied, settling in next to him and fastening my seatbelt. "You didn't have to pick me up. The driver could've given me a ride."

He shot me a playful glance, his voice deep and confident. "Don't say that, pretty. I'm happy to pick my future wife up every morning."

A slow smile tugged at my lips as my gaze drifted over him.

His buzzcut was fresh, the shape of his jaw strong and masculine.

I followed the line of his body down, his perfect white teeth flashing when he smiled, his rich, deep brown skin glowing in the soft morning light.

His purple school uniform clung to his muscular frame, outlining the strength in his arms and chest.

He reached out, his large, veiny hand gently cupping my cheek.

As he leaned in to kiss me, I felt the familiar warmth spread through me.

His lips met mine, slow at first, before deepening as I opened my mouth, welcoming him.

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the fabric of his uniform.

His hand slid down, resting on my thigh, and I felt his touch grow more possessive as he slowly moved his fingers to my panties.

I broke the kiss, pulling back gently. "We should go to school," I said with a smile, my voice soft but firm. "I promise I'll make it up to you later." As pressed on his clothed shaft.

Alex's breath hitched for a moment, but he smiled and nodded.

"Okay, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing mine once more before he placed his hands back on the wheel and started the car.

As we pulled out of the driveway, I let out a contented sigh.

I couldn't deny it—this was the life I'd always dreamed of.

Alex was everything I needed: handsome, charming, and more than enough for the future my parents had carefully planned for me.

They, along with his parents, had set us up when we were sixteen.

We'd been dating for two years now, and once we graduated, the plan was to get married as soon as we started college.

Alex, of course, didn't seem to mind. He loved the idea of having me as his wife.

He treated me well, and honestly, what more could I ask for?

"Yesterday's game was fucking lit," Alex was saying, his voice animated as he spoke about his hockey team's latest match. "You should've seen the other team, Glyn. They didn't stand a chance."

I smiled, listening intently, even though I didn't know the first thing about hockey other than the basics: sliding on ice and getting the puck past the goalie.

But I enjoyed seeing him so passionate, especially as his hand occasionally found its way back to my thigh, resting there in a possessive grip as he drove.

I pulled out my lip gloss from the small bag I kept in his car, applying it with a careful hand as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

"I like your gloss, baby. It suits you," Alex murmured, his eyes flicking toward me.

I smiled at his compliment, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips to thank him.

But as I settled back into my seat, my smile faltered when I saw Alex wiping his lips with a napkin. "Uh, sorry about that," I muttered.

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but I quickly recovered.

"It's okay, baby," He reassured me with a gentle smile as he patted my thigh, his gaze now focused on the school coming into view.

Students were milling about, heading toward the entrance of the sprawling private school.

The moment Alex drove into the student parking lot, his flashy car drew attention.

Of course, it did.

Apparently, it's an expensive car, one that looked as polished and pristine as the life he lived.

Personally, I didn't care much about cars and things like that, but I could admit it was beautiful.

The second we stepped out of the car, Alex's friends from the football team crowded around us, their girlfriends tagging along behind them.

"Yo, yesterday's game was insane," Silas, one of Alex's closest friends, said with a grin. "There's a frat party tonight—wanna join? You too, Glyn."

I stayed silent, glancing up at Alex, waiting for him to respond.

His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close as he replied with a smirk. "Hell yes, we're in."

I nodded, though inwardly, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I loved parties, but my parents were strict.

They only allowed me to go places if Alex was with me, so I knew that would be the case again tonight.

Before I could say anything, Silas' girlfriend, Paige, piped up with a sneer. "Look, the Lesbo is here."

All eyes turned toward her, I followed their gazes.

Katherine Andrews, the 18-year-old girl who'd become the talk of the school for all the wrong reasons.

The rumor that she'd come out as a lesbian had spread like wildfire, and now she was the subject of whispers and cruel jokes.

It didn't help that she was also one of the poorest students here.

Her motorcycle, a sleek purple Kawasaki Ninja 1000SX, roared as it pulled into the parking lot.

The crowd parted as she parked, shutting off the engine before stepping off and placing the kickstand down with practiced ease.

She pulled her purple helmet from her head, shaking out her long, dark braid before pulling her skirt down, likely frustrated by its constant tendency to ride up.

She paused for a moment, her eyes scanning the crowd.

When her gaze met mine, I couldn't help but notice the emptiness in her eyes, a stark contrast to the lively banter around me.

She wasn't part of this world, and she knew it…

We also don't waste any chance we get to let her that she is not even worth a used hum under our shoes.