by Olivia Snow
He chuckled lightly as I stood in front of him kicking off my heels slowly unzipping my jeans. I shimmied out of them, draping them over the bathroom counter. Gabriel’s eyes enlarge with sexual hunger.
“Commando.” His voice was low and sexy.
“Aha.”
Tearing the foil of the condom I had in my back pocket—Yes. I keep my own condoms. I might be a slut but I’m not stupid—I slid it over his perfectly harden dick, his breathing started to labor once again. My hands gripped his shoulders as I straddled him lowering myself gently until he completely filled me with his length. I moaned while I began to ride him slowly Gabriel buried his head in the crook of my neck, kissing and nibbling at my skin. His hands gripped my waist as I move faster slamming into him harder.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.” He whispered against my skin almost like he was in pain. Grabbing his face I kissed him hard our tongues crashing against each. Between kissing we panted our bodies becoming slick with sweat. Gabriel placed his mouth on my shoulder sinking his teeth down gently, groaning I moved faster as I did, he grabbed my tits sucking hard on my nipples. Good God. It was like he had a manual on how to drive me crazy.
This. Was. Amazing.
“You can make me come by just doing that.” I moaned.
“Is that so?” He smiled against my skin, eyes hooded.
“Aha.” Was the only response, I moved faster harder closing my eyes dwelling on the intense pleasure. I was climbing, getting closer to where I desperately wanted to be. My muscles beginning spasm, I felt his free hand grip my ass while I moved and with that the delicious explosion went off in between my legs while calling out his name.
Did I really just say his name?
Oh, fuck me! And with that gesture he came too. What the hell is wrong with me? I needed to get out of here A.S.A.P. Before, catching my breath, I slid off of him flinching as the muscles inside of me were still contracting. That was one hell of an orgasm. I dressed quickly faster than I ever have Gabriel was still reeling in our bathroom sex, dazed. He didn’t notice that I was already putting on my heels.
“Wait, where are you going?” Confusion rang in his voice.
“See ya around Baby Blue.” Blowing a kiss in his direction I opened the bathroom door closing it immediately. I bobbed around bodies trying to get out of the house before Gabriel had a chance to follow me. I practically ran to Declan's SUV, which wasn’t easy in five inch heels. Once there I texted him I was waiting for him outside. Leaning against the car I waited looking up at the starry sky. That’s one thing about Vail; you could always see the stars at night without all the light pollution that was in the bigger cities. Ten minutes later Declan's shadow neared the car.
“That didn't take you long.” He said pressing the button on his keyless remote.
“I got what I came here for. Why stay longer?”
He chuckled as we pulled out of the street and drove “home.”
I spent the next week thinking about Gabriel. I had no idea what it was about him that struck me, I wanted to ask Declan if he knew him but opted not to. I promised myself I would try to be different here, but of course old habits die hard because I fell back into the one night stand bit the same day we arrived here. So much for a new and improved Ava. Luckily, he was a college student. I wouldn't have to worry about bumping into him.
Chapter Six
Vanessa
The first day of school came too quickly mother managed to keep me busy all week long dragging me to piano lessons, Pilates, and back to school shopping. I hardly had any time to spend with Ava last night I did manage to talk about our schedules.
“We have no classes together.” I said in disappointment comparing the two pieces of paper. “You’re taking AP Calculus?” I glanced up at Ava in disbelief while she played with a loose thread on my comforter.
“Yup.” She replied like it wasn’t a big deal.
“That’s like, really advanced.”
“Yup.”
“I’m not even taking that.”
She glances up at me with an amused look and a sly grin. “Are you insinuating that I’m dumber than you?”
“No! Of course not, it’s just, you got to test into that course and the exam is very hard.”
Oh, jeez like that was even better. Insert foot in mouth. I should have stopped while I was ahead.
Ava chuckled she thought this was funny. “Van, relax I’ve always been good at math. I didn’t flunk eighth grade because I was stupid you know.”
“Then why did you?” I asked curious to know the reason.
“It’s getting late, we should get to bed.” Ava said jumping off my bed heading towards the bathroom door.
“Oh, all right good night then.”
Ava stopped suddenly in front of my dresser slowly she turned around.
“Should I be concerned that you suddenly developed a sadistic personality? Or do you just have something against glass people?”
“Huh?” What is God's name was she talking about?
“Get off on mutilating innocent ballet dancers?” She replied, revealing my broken figurine in her hands. I buried my face into a pillow laughing hysterically, once I put two and two together.
“You have to stop running into shit, Vanessa, you're really going to hurt yourself.” Ava said already knowing what actually happened to my poor ballerina, as my laughter subdued I was able to regain my voice.
“I don’t know how it happens.” I said honestly. Ava’s freakishly expressive eyebrow rose while the other one slanted.
“Really, I don’t.” I replied, holding my arms up in surrender.
“Be extra careful.” She said placing the figurine back on the dresser. Opening the bathroom door she waved the back of her hand at me, before closing the door she said good night.
Why did I get the feeling that she was an expert in deflecting questions she didn’t want to answer? She flipped the entire conversation from her to me in a matter of seconds.
What a ninja.
Getting out of bed I heard Ava in the bathroom turning on the shower. I knocked softly on the bathroom door that was on my side.
“Ava, can I come in?” I asked shyly. “I need to brush my teeth.”
“Of course.” She said over the running water. Slathering the toothpaste on my brush I asked her if she was ready to finish her final year of high school at a new school.
“Eh, not really but it’ll give us more time together. I haven't really seen much of you lately.” Turning off the water, Ava stepped out of the shower. Reaching inside a linen closet I grab a towel handing it to her.
“Yeah, I know Mother’s kept me pretty busy since you’ve arrived.” Continuing to brush my teeth Ava replied. “Tactfulness isn’t one of Cynthia’s strongest traits.”
“What do you mean?” I asked mouth full of toothpaste foam.
“Seriously, Vanessa? What does that tutor teach you?” She sighed in slight annoyance as she tightened the towel around her. “Tactful; to be thoughtful, careful. Cautious not to offend or upset other—” I interrupted her spitting blue fluff out my mouth.
“I know the definition of tactfulness Ava, I meant what are you hinting at?” I asked rinsing out my mouth. Ava chuckled like she found my obliviousness comical.
“Don’t forget to glue that ballerina before Cynthia finds it and dismembers you.” She said turning her back to me and entering her room. That’s right I should glue her as soon— Ah! She did it again! Hash tag master-of-deviation.
Showering after Ava I blow-dried my hair dressing in the Eagle Academy assigned uniform before heading downstairs for breakfast. Mother and Aunt Rose were already sitting down eating breakfast.
“Good morning.” I said to both as I sat down.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Aunt Rose replied. “Are you ready for your first day of school?”
“Yes, I am. I’m excited for my last year of high school.” I answered picking at my scrambled eggs. The bathroom conversat
ion with Ava had left a bad taste in my mouth why would Mother try so hard to keep me away from her? She was my cousin for Pete’s sake. Daddy soon entered the breakfast area giving me a kiss on the top of my head before sitting down. He said his ‘good mornings’ to both my mother and aunt. Shortly after, Ava enters the room she wore black skinny jeans, a black fitted racer-back tank top, pin straight hair and a pair of knee high black leather boots, along with her gold cross to finish off her look. She had yet to receive her uniform I was envious she didn't have to wear the atrocious pieces of clothing that was forced on us by the Academy. There was nothing sexy about this schoolgirl uniform, which quite frankly was all right by me. The shapeless gray pleated skirt hung right above the knee, all the students were required to wear navy blue knee high wool stockings, that felt awesome during the summer time, there’s nothing more appealing than sweaty shins. The navy blue blazer covered the white button up shirt that was accessorized with a gray tie.
“Good morning.” Ava called to all as she sat down next to me as soon as she sat her hand shot forward grabbing the carafe, pouring herself coffee she drank it black. From the corner of my eye I saw mother’s disapproving glare. Ava moved her head slightly away from mother’s view and winked at me. I giggled as her cell phone chimed alerting her of a text message.
“It’s Declan. He’s wishing us a good first day of class.”
“It’s a shame he had to leave so soon.” Aunt Rose said. Daddy and I looked at each other. We knew well Declan wouldn't stay too long. He and mother would start to argue breaking the facade of the perfect family she tried so hard to play off, even towards her own sister.
“Girls, how about I give you a ride to school today?” Daddy asked sipping on his coffee.
“Sure.” We both answered in unison.
Walking up the steps to Eagle Academy I noticed Ava’s resistance. Reaching over I grabbed her hand holding it in mine trying to give her some sort of reassurance. Honestly, I’m taken aback by her struggle. This was so unlike her nothing appeared to faze her. Seeing a small glimpse of her vulnerability it tugged the corners of my heart remembering why she was here to begin with. Possibly being the reason why her wall was currently crumbling, even if it was just a little.
“Hey.” I said softly with an encouraging tone still holding her hand she tugged on her necklace.
“I'm good, Van.” She whispered.
“I need to use the bathroom.” Her tone drastically changing from timid to forceful she squeezed my hand gently before letting go. The tiny crack in her wall was patched back up with extra reinforcement.
“All right, there’s one right inside.” I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice however I’m not always good at hiding my feelings when it comes to Ava.
We enter the building right away I noticed all the looks we...well she was getting. Ava walks directly into the bathroom without noting the stares directed at her. I waited outside the door giving her some privacy. Moments later she surfaced from the restroom appearing calm and collected also smelling like strong mint, I felt a small wave of relief that she was looking and feeling better.
“My locker’s this way.” I said she nodded giving me a small smile. Walking along the long row of navy blue I quickly located the locker that’s been assigned to me for the past four years. Like a pro I turned the dial unlocking the door, as I was putting books inside Viola and Gretchen cautiously approached us. I’ve known Viola and Gretchen since freshman year when mother forced me to become their friend. They were best friends I was the third wheel. I didn’t complain really, Mother’s ruthless schedule left me without any form of social life if it wasn’t for Viola and Gretchen I’d have nowhere to sit during lunch. It might seem like a ridiculous excuse to subject myself to ridicule and bossy high school girls but in this particular high school status was everything and although Viola and Gretchen weren’t the prettiest girls in school their parents were very important members of the community. Mother gave me strict instructions to flourish the friendship between them.
I was so over it.
“Hey, Vanessa.” They both said stepping in front of Ava and I. The pair glared at Ava like she had just kicked their puppy into the street.
“Hey, guys. This is my cousin Ava. Ava this is Viola and Gretchen.” I knew Ava didn't make girlfriends easily. She was gorgeous so girls naturally saw her as competition and therefore the enemy.
“Hi girls, it’s nice to meet you.” She said sweetly.
“Hey.” They both replied weakly without missing a beat. High School. I fought the urge to rub my temples, not even two minutes with them and I was already annoyed.
Ava snorted and smiled, but it wasn't sincere. “Listen, Van. I’ll see you later. I’m going to find my class and get a feel for the building, ya know?” She said backing away from us.
“I’ll go with you.” I stammered, closing my locker.
“No, it’s all right you catch up with your friends. I’ll see you later.” Before I could protest she gave me a kiss on my forehead and walked away. Why must she always run away?
I turned my attention back to Viola and Gretchen my jaw clenched, all I want to do was tell them how stupid it was to feel like they were better than everyone, how entertaining it will be for me when they go out into the real world and realize their no longer on top of the food chain.
If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Right, I remembered I have those little things called manners, which they've seemed to forget.
“Did you guys forget your manners at home?” I replayed what was on my mind.
“We’re sorry, Vanessa but we can’t stop hearing about the ‘Big titty, black hair hottie’ that was at Danny’s party last Friday. We didn't know she was your cousin!” Gretchen replied jealousy oozing out of her voice.
“Let me get this straight, you’re being mean to my cousin who by the way you’ve never met or spoken to before because you’re jealous? And who the hell came up with that ridiculous name?”
“I don’t know, it doesn't matter. Vanessa, having one of you was enough to compete with now there’s two of you. Girls like us don’t have a chance.”
“Viola!” Gretchen hissed through her teeth.
“Well, it’s the truth.” Viola testified rolling her eyes at Gretchen while checking on her manicured nails.
Oh man, this was an awesome start to my senior year. Not! One: my two friends were completely and utterly jealous of my cousin. Eh…all right I won't be upset about that because let’s face it Ava’s out of this world gorgeous. I’m jealous too but in an, I admire your beauty and envy the way you have so much confidence sort of jealous, not the vengeful kind. Two: There seems to be a competition between the three of us I wasn’t aware of, which was really weird. And three: who the hell came up that ridiculous nickname? I mean seriously you attend one of the most prestigious schools in Colorado yet you come up with that? Sad.
“Guys, I’ll just see you later.” Smiling tightly I walked away from them, I was so over this conversation it was time to skedaddle. I left feeling a little more annoyed, a little less at ease and a whole lot of what the hell.
Chapter Seven
Ava
I never really understood why girls hated each other for no reason. Thing One and Thing Two obviously didn't know me from Adam yet because of the way I looked I was instantly an adversary. Whatever happened to getting to know someone before hating them? Well, to their defense I’d probably hate me too if I was them. Still, they were complete bitches towards me, withdrawing myself from the situation wasn’t easy. The only reason I did was for Vanessa’s sake. They are her two best friends after all although, how she’s able to befriend such pretentious stuck-up assholes is beyond me. The hostility inside me grew making my body shake and clouded my mine. The monstrous hand that is my vice gripped my throat as the urge drowned the anger I was feeling and turned it into craving. The three out of four shots I took weren’t going to be enough to get me through the day. I figured I
wouldn’t need them at all but this school had a way of making me feel out of sorts. No doubt, I needed to start investing in more pints not shots. The last shot in my satchel would have to do until I got home. Scrambling to find the nearest bathroom I made a sharp turn at a corner and collided with a body; a big hard body at that.
“Watch where you're going.” I barked. Watching in slow motion as my textbooks crash against the floor.
“Ava?” The familiar voice questioned. Oh, my shit. That voice was in my dreams every night for the past week. The memory of his bright blue eyes haunted me. His lips. God, those lips left torched imprints on my skin and his touch; only his touch was able to obliterate any man who came before him. I couldn't get this guy out of my head. I hated it. I was terrified to look up maybe if I kept ignoring him he’d leave.