Repay The Favour

School flew by that day. Carter's presence loomed over me, impossible to ignore. His gaze felt like a physical touch, always lingering. Emily must have noticed it too, though she chose not to say anything. Strangely, she didn't seem thrilled about Carter's attention—odd, considering how eager she'd been to push him away just a week ago.

"Do you want to sleep over at my house tonight?" Emily asked as we walked out of the school gates.

"No. I've got studying to catch up on," I replied with a shrug. "Besides, Silas is too busy with Tammy these days to notice me. I'll be fine."

Emily nodded, her expression unreadable. We said our goodbyes, and I watched her climb into David's car without a second glance at me. A flicker of irritation flared—she didn't even offer me a ride, knowing Silas wasn't here yet. I dismissed the thought. She probably wanted alone time with David.

Standing alone on the curb, I scanned the street, hoping to see Silas's car. This was the second time this week he'd been late. I wouldn't be surprised if there came a day when he didn't show up at all—Tammy would consume all his attention by then.

I tried to be happy for him. Silas deserved to find someone who made him happy. But it hurt more than I cared to admit. There was a time when he was always there for me, ensuring I was okay. Now, his kindness felt like a distant memory. And honestly? I deserved it. I'd told him once that I was afraid of him, throwing his care back in his face.

"Hey, Jones."

I turned to see Carter's car pulling up beside me. His usual smirk tugged at his lips, though his tone carried a teasing edge.

"Why are you still calling me Jones?" I asked, crossing my arms. "You only do that when you're mad at me."

"Why are you still standing here?" he shot back.

"I'm waiting for my ride," I said flatly, though irritation crept into my voice. I would've taken a taxi if I had any money. Last week, I decided I didn't need my stepfather's cash anymore. My barista job barely covered food, and Emily's kindness filled in the gaps.

"Your brother's not here yet?" Carter raised a brow.

"Obviously," I replied.

"Hop in. You make a sorry sight standing here alone."

I rolled my eyes but got in. His scent—soft and floral, like lavender—wrapped around me. It wasn't cologne; it was him. Vampires always smelled like flowers. Silas smelled like orchids, sometimes roses. It was one of their weapons, designed to lure humans.

"Jones, think positive," Carter teased, catching onto my train of thought.

"Stop reading my mind. It's rude."

"I'll try," he said with a smirk. "But you think so loudly."

I shook my head, but his laugh softened me. I used to love making him laugh. Back then, I'd go out of my way to come up with the worst jokes just to see him smile. But those days were gone. When Emily came along, Carter's attention shifted entirely to her. No matter his reasons now, it still stung.

For years, they were the school's perfect couple—voted "Best Pair" three years running. How much had they done together? Dates? Vacations? The nagging thought of their intimacy crept into my mind, unbidden. Had they—? My eyes darted to his lap before I could stop myself.

"Take a picture; it'll last longer," Carter quipped, not even glancing at me.

"Shut up," I snapped, heat rushing to my face.

"Friends don't check each other out," he teased. "Then again, friends don't kiss either. Maybe we're past that point."

His words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. My chest tightened. Somewhere along the way, my hand brushed his thigh. Carter stiffened but didn't stop me. My fingers grazed his zipper, Slowly, I unbuckled the seatbelt that was restraining my movements. With that done I was able to lean towards Carter more. My hand moved from his thigh to the spot between his legs. I could feel the heat radiating from him, I looked up to see Carter's jaw clenched, yet there so were complaints from him, so I became bolder. I moved my fingers to unzip his flier, I dipped my hand into his shorts, feeling his length harden against my hand. I brought him out to get a clear view, and God it was worth looking at. Carter was big, big enough that I had to wrap both hands around him, my mouth watered just looking at it. I had to have a taste, and taste I did.

I leaned closer, my mouth falling open and my tongue coming to lick the trail of precum on his tip. Carter's hand clenched on the steering wheel. This shouldn't be hot at all, this could end up getting us in an accident. Carter would be fine but there's not saying whether or not I would be okay, but I was still going to do it. I finally wrapped my lip around his dick and sank, bobbing my head.

" Shit " Carter cursed out, his eyes rolling back. My hand pressed against his as I shut my eyes, enjoying the sweet taste of his precum on my tongue. I moved up and down on him, constantly twirling my tongue around the tip, I didn't even care that my mouth was hurting a bit because of the stretch, not that my eyes were watering because I couldn't breathe properly.

" Oh...God...mhm" Carter moaned. One of his hands came to grip my hair, he took it upon himself to slam forcefully into my mouth. The rough treatment made me drool, especially the spot between my legs. " Fuck " Carter threw his head and grunted, his head erratic as his release continued to climb. I thought that if we happened to have an accident at that moment and I died, then I wouldn't mind at all.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took him as far as I could, using my tongue to glide along the side of his cock. Through my blurry vision, I saw the pleasured expression on his face, the hottest thing I had ever seen. A good minute later, hot liquid came spewing down my throat as Carter came. I pulled myself off him as I struggled to swallow. I gulped Carter's release down, a moan leaving me at the taste. My tongue darted out to leak away his remains on my lips.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he murmured, pulling me into a kiss.

"Repay the favor," I whispered, breathless and flushed.

"Gladly," he growled, his hands sliding under my top. The cold temperature of his skin was at odds with the fire building between us. We might've gone further if a passing car hadn't honked, snapping us back to reality.

"Get a room!" someone shouted as they sped past.

I laughed, gently pushing Carter back into his seat. "I think it's safe to say this isn't the place."

"You're right," he admitted with a sigh, restarting the car. "But next time, I'll make it worth your while."

My heart fluttered at the promise. For once, things felt right—exciting, even.

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I expected to find Silas at home with Tammy, but the house was empty. A pang of unease settled in my chest. Silas never forgot to pick me up without good reason. I grabbed my phone to call him, but an unknown number flashed on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Kerry, right?" Tammy's voice answered.

"Yeah. Where's Silas? Is he with you?"

"That's the thing," she said, her tone unnervingly calm. "Silas ran into some trouble. Come to this address. Don't tell your parents."

"Wait, what kind of trouble? Hello?" But Tammy had already hung up.

Moments later, a text with an address buzzed onto my screen. My stomach dropped. The location was a vampire feeding ground—the type of place where vampires could legally drink human blood.

Why would Silas be there? Did he… feed on humans? The idea made my stomach churn, but I couldn't ignore Tammy's urgency.

I grabbed a taxi, my thoughts spiraling as the city blurred past.