Page 32 of That Pucking New Girl

This obviously means they’re not done fucking with me, right? I’m not even sure why I’m interesting enough to bother with. As Alastair joked, I’m easy to push around.

Whether I stay down is nonnegotiable. They can keep trying, but I don’t plan to make it easy for them to get away with their shit. Since no one saw the girls jump me, Rachelle says the principal told her there’s no way to press charges or hold them accountable.

While that’s unfortunate, I’m not really surprised.

“Hey, Moo! Do you think you can breathe any harder?”

It takes seconds for me to snap out of my thoughts, and as I glance up at Alastair, I find Ignacio slamming him against the wall with a gun pressed under his chin.

“Hmm. Is this what fucking around and finding out looks like?” I ask. I’m not alarmed by what I see, I’m just kind of floating in time as I stare dispassionately at the scene in front of me.

“It’s Ignacio’s way,” Rachelle shrugs.

“What the fuck?” Alastair grits out through his teeth.

“I’m sure you can see exactly what’s going on,” I say calmly. “You probably don’t want your brains to be splattered on the wall, huh?”

I wonder if the steel barrel of the gun is cold or warm, and where Ignacio was keeping it.

“I don’t know, I kind of want to see his brains on the wall,” he remarks, chuckling. “It might scare the school into leaving you the fuck alone, Noor. I suggest you learn her name, shitstain. Body shaming is obnoxious and ignorant behavior.”

“I bet she hasn’t even really done anything to you either, huh?” Rachelle asks, eyes narrowed. “Noor isn’t a normal girl, and we aren’t normal foster parents. If you’d like to get out of this school and go to some fancy college, you might want to reevaluate your current life choices.”

“My girl knows where to bury the bodies in the best places, and the animals are great at hiding evidence,” Ignacio murmurs.

Glancing at Rachelle as she gives a small, secretive smile, I get the feeling that he doesn’t mean her. I’d worry about who I’m living with, but I feel too disconnected from everything right now.

“Call them off,” Alastair hisses, his eyes wide and panicked. “I can’t help that Moo looks like a prairie girl who milks cows. The braids don’t help things.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” Ignacio sighs. “Noor, do you remember what we told you about using a stun gun?”

“I do,” I reply, slipping my strap from my shoulder to find it. “My hair wouldn’t be in braids like this if I didn’t have to worry about it getting pulled, Alastair. You don’t know a thing about me, which is why your words mean nothing to me.”

Finding the new stun gun, I grin as I turn it on. This one has more voltage.

“Hold on,” Rachelle says. “Grab his arms, mi amor?”

Ignacio grabs Alastair’s wrists, overpowering the big hockey player easily.

“I bench press more than you weigh, asshole,” Ignacio says.

Rachelle glances around quickly before unzipping Alastair’s pants.

“After this I should probably make sure the cameras get an overhaul. This hallway has never had any cameras,” she muses.

“Theo will make sure the place is canvassed with them if you want him to,” Ignacio says easily. “Just this once, I’m going to ask you to shove your hand in a guy’s pants without consent, Noor. Fry his nuts.”

“Yo, what the fuck!” Alastair screams.

Rolling my eyes at his annoying noises, I check the stun gun to make sure it’s armed and ready before doing exactly as I’m told. Alastair’s body shudders and jolts as he continues to make very high pitched screams, and my nose wrinkles as the front of his pants get damp. I can feel his thick cock against the outside of my thumb as I press the taser in the general area of his balls, and I’m a bit concerned that he’s rock hard despite the pain I’m inflicting on him.

The scent of urine becomes very apparent in the air as I yank my hand back out of the open zipper of his pants, and Rachelle calmly hands me a packet of wet wipes. It seems that she’s always prepared.

“Fucking disgusting,” Ignacio grunts, making the gun disappear as he drops an unconscious Alastair to the ground.

Pulling a wipe free, I turn off the taser and wipe it down, along with my hands. I put away the weapon and pull my strap back onto my shoulder, ready to pretend that never happened.

“Someone will find him at some point,” Rachelle says dismissively, turning away. I shrug because I couldn’t care less either way, though I smile when Ignacio catches my eye and winks.