Chapter 6: Reckless Escape
636 Words
Jason Rsman’s POV
I couldn’t focus on class. Every lesson, every word, bounced off me like noise. My mind replayed the kiss in the parking lot—the shock, the adrenaline, the wicked thrill. I’d stolen my sister’s first kiss in public. Her eyes… wide, confused, vulnerable… yet daring. That look burned into me, twisting my gut.
It wasn’t supposed to be intimate. This was territory-marking, a message to every guy who dared glance her way: She’s mine. But when she kissed me back—just for show, I know—it felt real. Dangerous. I stayed calm, though. Any explanation would make it messy.
Finally, the bell rang. I packed up just as Ethan Reece—Rez—showed up with his crew: Nelson, Leon, and Leo.
“Yo, sup Jason,” Ethan said, smooth as ever. “We’re heading to the cafeteria. All treats are on me today.”
I followed, stepping into the buzzing cafeteria. The “Virginators” booth loomed large—exclusive, untouchable, theirs. I slid in, smirking. But wealth and status didn’t faze me; Rsman blood ran thicker.
Then Ethan’s gaze snapped toward the entrance. Tracy. My sister. Fiery, untouchable, walking with a striking red-haired girl. I watched her—mesmerized. She was out of reach, yet every move she made made the room electric.
She ate quietly, clipped “yes” and “no” replies to anyone who spoke, before slipping out. I knew she couldn’t escape me completely. Music class was coming. I’d be waiting.
Tracy Rsman’s POV
“Big sis, why have you been so distant today?” Jason tapped my shoulder. That light, teasing tone… it snapped something inside me.
“You know what you did, Jason!” I hissed, fury shaking my voice. “Stop acting like you know nothing!”
I bolted. Heart hammering, bag in hand, storming to the parking lot. Hands shaking, I jumped in the car, slamming the engine. Asphalt blurred beneath me, neon lights streaking past as adrenaline consumed me. Escape—fast, reckless—was all I could think of.
I skidded to a stop in front of a neon-lit club: SENORA. Dangerous, indulgent, alive. Exactly what I needed.
Bouncers blocked my path. “Underage,” one said.
I smirked. Emergency pack. Trunk. Quick change.I quickly wiped away my subtle, neutral makeup and applied a much smokier, heavier look that instantly aged me, making me appear at least twenty-one. I messed up my hair to give myself a “wild” look, then took out a V-neck, slightly sheer crop top and a skimpy skirt that fell mid-thigh.
The V-neck perfectly complemented my average bust, and the skimpy skirt modified my curves and displayed my long legs. I took a last glance at myself in the mirror.
Yeah, i love this “wild” version of me, untouchable, untamed.
I strutted forward, hips swaying, made sure my body wiggle slightly in the skimpy skirt. I got to the bouncers, puffed my breasts out a bit more, and intentionally dropped my purse on the floor. I bent down, pretending to search for it, giving them a good view, until one of the bouncers took it and handed it back to me,stepped aside for me to go in and just like that permission was granted.
Inside, the music hit like a storm. Pulses, lights, heat. I moved toward the bar, scanning the room—then my breath caught.
Someone was watching.
Tall, dark, and deliberately vague in the shadows near the VIP sections. His eyes followed me, assessing, intrigued… waiting. Every instinct screamed danger, but also… curiosity, tension, temptation.
I leaned back against the bar, letting the pulse of the music sync with mine. Tonight, chaos was mine. The night had begun, and so had the dangerous game
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