by Ashley Beale
Shaking his head he doesn't answer but finally opens his eyes. "Why are you here Cassandra?"
"Stop calling me Cassandra," I stomp my foot. He chuckles softly which causes my heart to pump extra fast. "Sorry, that was a little dramatic. It just hurts, I like when you call me Cassie, or uh, Angel," I state sheepishly.
Avery walks over to me and hugs me to him. I put my hands around his waist and pull him tighter towards me. "Angel," he says, causing a serious case of butterflies.
"Much better," I whisper back. I can feel his heart racing against his chest and I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels something between us. I pull back and look up at him. There is so much emotion in his green eyes, it breaks my heart just a little more. If that is possible.
"Why are you here though?"
I sigh before answering, "I messed up Avery. But I've been trying like crazy to get you to even look at me, let alone talk to me. I didn't want to start school with this tension. Can we please at least be friends?"
"I don't want to be your friend," he states so matter-of-fact.
"I don't either!" I snap. "I want to be so much more Avery Manning. I want to be your God damn girlfriend."
His eyes enlarge at my words. "Have you slept with Pierce since the last fight?"
"I haven't slept with anybody since Thanksgiving. I haven't kissed anyone either. It's you Avery. It took me a little bit to see, but it's you. I am so desperately in love with you, I'm going insane! I'm sick to my stomach, I'm heart broken, and I’m hurting so bad. I need you Avery. I've lost you before, I can't do it again."
Avery's lips are on mine in seconds. When he pulls back, he looks my face over, memorizing all my features. "I love you, too, Angel. You hurt me so much more than I could ever explain. I don't understand why you did what you did, but if you can promise me that that shit won't happen again, I think we can make this work."
I'm more excited than words can explain. I throw my arms around Avery's shoulders and press my lips to his. He walks me over to his bed, and shows me just how much he loves me. I've had amazing sex, multiple times, but the way that Avery looks down at me, touches me, caresses me, nothing has ever compared to what we just shared. I understand the difference between sex and making love now. It's a much more incredible experience.
Chapter 14: Bliss
Several days pass and everything between Avery and I have been more than perfect. I've been continuing my kick boxing, mostly because I'm determined to get back in shape, and also because I really enjoy distressing myself that way. Carson has joined me in one more session, which I did tell Avery about, and surprisingly he wasn't mad. I told him about the conversation I had with Carson, and that the feelings I have towards Carson is strictly just friends. I do have love for him, but maybe I was never in love with him. I was infatuated. I was falling but I never landed. I just thought I had.
School started back up yesterday, and on my Monday classes I only have one class with Aubrey, but it's also shared with Mason. Today I only have one class, but it lasts three hours and I'm not happy about that. I'd rather have three one hour classes, but I'll make do of course. I walk into my Advanced General Sociology class and get ready for a long lecture and syllabus. This class is mostly for juniors and seniors, but because of my major and grade point average I managed to get into it. The worst part is I don't know anyone, so I walk towards the back of the room.
While waiting for the room to fill up, I doodle on a sheet of white paper. The chair next to me pulls out so I look up to see Pierce occupying it. Seriously? Oh. My. God! I can't get a break, ever. "What you scribbling? Mrs. Avery Manning?" he jokes.
I don't laugh, nope, instead I just glare at him. Why would he sit next to me? Why would he say something like that to me? And why on earth do I have to share this ridiculous three hour course with him? Karma. That’s it, this is my karma. Like I haven't received enough! "Funny," I say sarcastically.
He chuckles and my insides flip around. His laugh is deep and husky, reminding me of his moans in the bedroom. I don't dare look at him, because I'm not sure if I can handle it. I never had any feelings towards Pierce, besides a massive sexual appetite, and although the sex with Avery is perfection at its best, what I shared with Pierce was intense. I continue to doodle on my paper, nothing specific, just whatever comes to mind. Pierce is leaning forward watching me intently. "What is that supposed to be?"
"Nothing," I mutter.
"You mad I sat next to you?"
I actually dare myself to look at him. His grey eyes are searing into me, and I have to count down from ten so that my insides settle down. "Yeah," I breathe out.
His grin turns into a full blown smile, showing me his pearly white teeth. He needs to stop that! I cannot sit here two days a week, three hours each time, if this is how it's going to be. He is too gorgeous for his own good, and it scares me. I have to squeeze my legs together because just being in his proximity turns me on. And I can't help but be a bitch to him, which is a mistake each time, because it turns the both of us on. I turn my head again, towards my paper, but I can't even concentrate enough to scribble down anything. Pierce leans in, way too close to my ear, "good."
As my insides flop around, I almost feel nauseous. I just got Avery a few days ago, I'm not losing him. I can't let Pierce get to me like this. I look at him, giving him the sternest look I possibly can. "Pierce, you can sit next to me, but you need to know right now that Avery and I are official, and I won't ruin that. I already ruined it once by sleeping with you, I can't do it a second time. So please, let’s just, let’s not do this, whatever this is."
"Don't worry Rosie, I just like taunting you," he says, clearly amused.
"Thanks," I mumble out. I return to my paper but can't think of anything to draw, so I close my notebook and wait for the professor to finish passing out our syllabi.
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Over the course of the next month, I'm right in bliss with my life. For the first time since starting school, everything just pulls together smoothly. I continue my kick boxing and at least once a week Carson joins me. I finally formally meet his girlfriend and she is perfect for him, and I couldn't be happier for them. Pierce and I have our class every Tuesday and Thursday, but he respects my relationship with Avery and doesn't push the limits... much. Sometimes I have to remind him, but for the most part we've actually become good friends. Except, I don't mention that part to Avery, I just told him we have class together. He doesn't even know we even sit next to each other, but I think it's best to keep it that way.
Avery brings me out to dinner or movies or random, fun places every so often. On our one month anniversary last week he brought me to Legoland, which was just as fun as Sea World. Sometimes I feel like a little kid with him, other days I feel like I'm thirty, but I enjoy it all. We are a match made for one another.
Tomorrow is my nineteenth birthday, and Carson talked to his frat brothers about having a party at their house. They agreed it could be, even though a few of them are still skeptical of me after I kissed Avery at the fight. But since Carson has decided to forgive me, so has the rest of them, I guess. I want to look beautiful for my party, so Aubrey and I have decided to have a day of shopping and salon time.
I walk out of the dressing room in the miniskirt dress that Aubrey picked out for me. It's black and neon green with a pink thread, which will cause me to stick out from any crowd. It's one shouldered and skin tight. Even though it isn't something I would ever pick out for myself, I absolutely love it. Aubrey seems to as well, as she looks me up in down with approving eyes. "Hell yeah! It's perfect. Now we need to find you some hot pink heels."
My eyes widen. "That’s pushing it."
Aubrey laughs at me, "oh stop it. You need to stand out. And in that, you're going to be looking like sex in a dress. I'm finding you some and you’re wearing them, no arguing. I'll buy them, happy birthday!"
I can't help but laugh and tell her okay. When we're cashing out from the store I see that Aubrey no
t only found heels that yell out 'fuck me now' but she also got a silver tiara that looks very expensive. I don't argue with her, because I know she would just be annoyed with me and would purchase them anyways. I'll wear them with pride tomorrow, just for her.
At the salon, I have them add more hi-lights to my hair, adding in a few blonder ones as well. Avery tells me over and over how much he highly approves of my new hairdo, and I want to keep up with it. I'd do anything to look sexy for my man. After my hair is finished, Aubrey and I get acrylic nails. Since I'm being spontaneous with the dress and heels, I decide for my nails to match. The tips of my fingers are neon green, except for my thumb tips which are bright pink, and my ring fingers are solid in the same color pink. The manicurist tells me this is the "hip" way of doing nails, so I let her at it. They actually come out awesome and I'm excited by the results.
When we finally arrive home, I'm ready for food and movies. Aubrey agrees, so I grab all our take out menus and sort through them, trying to figure out what I want to eat. Her phone rings the same time I'm preparing to call my favorite Sushi restaurant. "Hey baby .... Yeah, we just got home. Trying to figure out what to eat. How about you? ... Oh really? ... Yeah, that sounds perfect ... Okay, see you guys then." She gets off the phone grinning, "the boys are bringing us dinner."
"It better be sushi, I have a craving," I laugh out. Then I walk down the hall to my room so I can throw on some yoga pants. I'm glad I don't have to feel dressed up every time I'm around Avery, in fact, he encourages me to dress as comfortable as possible, saying I look sexier that way. Not that I believe him, but it does make me feel better about myself, so I guess that is all that matters.
Nearly an hour later the boys show up, but it's not sushi. Instead it's a mixture of Thai and Chinese food, which is just as delicious, and my mouth is watering as they set out all the take out containers. We sit at the table while we chat, and its moments like this I'm thankful my best friend and I could find best friends to date. Two amazing, wonderful guys. We all may bicker with one another, but that just makes us all stronger in the end.
"Oh my God, so you two should see what Cassie here has chosen to wear for her party tomorrow," Aubrey announces with excitement.
Avery eyes me. "Oh yeah? Am I gonna be fighting dudes off you all night?"
"Hell yeah," I say, laughing, "I'm going to look hot."
"Hey!" Avery throws a piece of fried wonton at me. I pick it up and toss it back at him. We both laugh, but my laughter ends when I get chow mein thrown in my hair.
"You ass! I just went to the salon today!"
Avery just laughs harder, clearly amused by my anger. Although, I'm not really angry, I'm just playing around with him. "You did? I was wondering what happened. You should have made them wax that stash."
I grab everything left on my plate and chuck it at Avery. "Take that back! I do not have a mustache." I put my fingers to my lips just to check, but there is no hair there. I've never had hair there. Everyone at the table is laughing except me. Even Avery is laughing, even though he is covered in sauces and foods.
He slides out of his chair and I mildly panic. I stand up to run, but he grabs me before I have a chance to go anywhere. His face is covered, so I squeal out when he presses his lips to mine. I can't help but laugh now. "Gross, get off me," I tell him, playfully pushing him away.
Aubrey tosses an egg roll at my head, and I whip it around to glare at her. "Sorry," she shrugs innocently.
Mason picks up a pile of noodles, "I'm not," then throws them at me.
"Why are all you picking on me? This isn't fair!" Avery reaches to the table and grabs some more noodles and shoves them in my mouth as I'm talking. I spit them back out in reaction and they land in Avery's face. We're all laughing so hard now as a war of food just explodes in our kitchen.
Pretty soon we are all covered in food, as well as the table, floor and walls. I'm the worse though. "It's my birthday tomorrow, so I get to shower first while all you little fuckers clean up," I say with a bright, smug smile.
"Mason and Aubrey got that, I'm joining you to make sure all the food is out of your, uh, hair," Avery says with a mischievous grin.
I run down the hall away from him but he chases after me, and makes it to the bathroom door the same time as me. He picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. "Let me down Avery!" I slap his butt but he just laughs at me, not listening to my order.
He starts the shower with me still over his shoulder. "Keep slapping my butt Angel and you're going to get it!" I whack his butt even harder and he growls. "That's it!" He lays me down in the ice cold shower, still fully dressed.
I squeal out, "what the hell? This is so cold!"
Avery throws his head back, laughing even harder at me. I stand up as he gets undressed in front of me, and I turn the water warmer, then strip out of my clothes, chucking each piece at Avery.
After our shower, and the two rounds of mind blowing sex in there, Avery and I go to my room to relax. I throw on an oversized tee shirt and Avery just slips his boxer briefs back on, then we lay together in my bed. I turn the TV on, and there is some romantic movie playing. I don't change it, in fact, I turn the volume up, knowing Avery hates sappy movies. "You would keep it on this," he says.
"Sure would." I smile but don't look at him. I see him stare at me from the corner of my eye, silently laughing.
"I have a birthday present for you. Well, it's a mix of birthday and Valentine's Day. I just can't give it to you until next weekend."
My gaze turns towards his when those words leave his mouth. "Then why did you tell me?"
Avery kisses my pouted lips. "Well, I was going to tell you what it is. It's nothing too fancy but I rented the Presidential Suite at the Courtyard downtown, from Friday night until Sunday morning for the two of us. I booked us a couple’s massage at a salon on Saturday that is down the road. I'm hoping that’s the only time we leave the room. I want to have a romantic weekend away with you. But if you tell anyone I'm being romantic and sappy, I may have to punish you."
Giggling lightly at his threat, I also smile as big as I ever have. My cheeks actually hurt from how big my smile is. That is the best present I could ever ask for. "Oh my God, that is perfect! Thank you Avery." I kiss his lips, and instantly our tongues swap into each other’s mouths.
I straddle over his waist, and since I don't have anything on besides my shirt, he is nearly inside me. The only thing stopping him is his boxer briefs. His erection grows underneath me and I grind into him, moaning in his mouth. I lift my butt up enough for Avery to pull his briefs down, then I slowly slide down Avery's exceptionally large cock. He pulls my shirt off and throws it on the floor, his hands immediately massaging at my breasts as they bounce. I put a finger in my mouth to wet it, and start rubbing circles on my clit, as I slide up and down on top of Avery.
He growls out in approval as he watches me do this to myself. "Mmm, Cassie, that is so hot."
I go faster up and down on Avery's shaft, as I keep rubbing circles on myself, feeling my third orgasm of the night starting to build. When I get close, I shove my finger into my mouth, causing Avery's eyes to bulge. He grabs my hand and takes my finger into his own mouth. I feel his moan on my finger and my insides start pulsating against him, my release building faster. "Fuck," I moan out, "I'm coming Avery."
"Me too Angel, come with me," he breathes out. I lean down, my mouth brushing against his as I start shaking with pleasure. Ecstasy taking over as I'm filled with Avery's warm release. "I love you Cassie," Avery says between his moans.
"I love you too Avery," I pant out, "so much."
Chapter 15: It's My Party, I'll Cry If I Want To
"I look like a high class prostitute," I tell Aubrey while looking myself over in the mirror. My hazel eyes are lined in a mixture of silver and black, my hair is curled in loose ringlets all over, and these six inch heels she bought me yesterday are intense. I love how I look, don't get me wrong, I know all eyes will be on me, but still, I remind myself of
an expensive call girl.
Aubrey bursts into laughter, "well, at least you look high class, not like a Craigslist whore."
I shake my head in amusement. "Hurry up and get ready, I want to go! I'm so excited." I clap my hands together. "I think this night is going to rock, if I don't break a leg that is."
"At least it'd be entertaining," she snickers.
Like the classy lady I am, I stick my tongue out at her. We both giggle a bit, high on excitement. Aubrey finishes getting ready, and she is dress calmed in comparison to me. She is wearing black jeggings with a bright blue, strapless top that fits her like a glove. Her hair, now cut into a pixie style, is straight, and her eyes resemble mine, replacing the silver with blue. The black heels she wears are similar to my own, so I don't feel as trashy as I did when I first put them on my feet. "There, done," she says when she straps her last heel on.
"Good! I can't wait for our boys to lay eyes on us." I wink at Aubrey as we walk out of the bathroom.
Together we pull up to the frat house, where there are already four dozen cars parked around. I didn't dare walk in these heels, but Carson said we could pass out here if it came down to it, so I didn't mind driving. Aubrey places the tiara she bought me on top of my head before we get out of the car, then we make our way towards the front door. Inside, you wouldn't expect this to be a frat house by any means. It is covered in all girly colors between the balloons, streamers, giant pink banner that says 'Happy Birthday Princess' and the normally red Solo cups are pink. I absolutely love it all!
"Who decorated?" I look over at Aubrey, because she has been with me all day, so I know it wasn't her.
She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know, I didn't expect anyone to. I never even thought of asking."
Oh well, I guess. It awesome nonetheless. Together we walk into the room where the pledges are passing out the drinks, and people start hooting and hollering out at me, telling me things similar to happy birthday. The poor pledges are required to wear bright pink or purple, all with happy birthday pins attached to their shirts. It's moments like this I'm happy I don't belong to the Greek system. I feel more special today then I think I ever have.