When Art Rises: Living in Cin: (A Twisted Interracial High School Love Triangle)

by Lorrain Allen

  Though I have no interest in Lilah, Cin is a different matter. When I entered the dining room, I saw her as another forgettable teenage girl. There was nothing special about her. Though she’s not ugly, she’s no beauty queen. When she threw her glass of water in my face, my attention shifted to really take in her appearance. The fire in her eyes along with the rapid rise and fall of her chest in anger was sexy as fuck. The icing on the cake is her shiny dark hip-length hair with pink highlights, inviting pouty lips, clear creamy skin, and mesmerizing russet-colored eyes. She wore no bra, so I could see the outline of her nipples through her thin T-shirt. Her name suits her… Cin. I felt a spark, and as insignificant as it was, it caused life to breathe into my heart. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, increasing the flow of blood. The feeling is welcome, but unwelcome at the same time. I want to continue the battle of wills with her. She’s going to be an issue, but for a different reason.

  I hear police sirens behind me.

  Shit, just what I fucking need.

  I do not need to be on the cops’ radar my first day in town. I pull my motorcycle to a stop on the side of the road. I turn off the engine and release the kickstand. I peer back, watching the cop leave his cruiser to make his way towards me.

  “Get off the motorcycle, son.”

  “I’m not your son,” I reply, doing as he says.

  “You were going eighty in a fifty. That’s foolish and reckless. Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

  Yes.

  “I didn’t notice the speed limit.”

  “Are you new in town?”

  “Yep. It’s my first day, to be exact.”

  “Visiting?”

  “I’m staying with my uncle until the end of the school year.”

  “You Ricky’s nephew?”

  Good ole Ricky already warned the law around these parts about me.

  “I am.”

  “I’m Sheriff Andy Livingston. Since Ricky is a good friend of mine, I’ll let you off with a warning, but I still need to see your license and registration.”

  He takes the offered documents and heads back to his cruiser. After a few minutes, he’s back at my side.

  “Stay out of trouble,” he says in a serious tone.

  “Sure thing, Sheriff. Do you know where I can get something to eat around here?”

  “Judy’s has the best damn cheeseburgers in town. Breakfast is served all day too, if that’s your fancy. Keep going straight until you hit Division, then turn left at the stop sign. The diner will be on your right.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. Remember what I said.”

  “Will do,” I say, continuing on my way.

  I enter the diner a short time later.

  “Have a seat anywhere you like, darlin’,” a curvy redhead tells me from behind the counter. The diner is a little crowded, being it’s a Saturday night and all. I sit at the last booth in the back to be incognito.

  “Hello, my name is Mandy. I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get for you?” She’s a cute blonde, around my age. I wonder if she attends the high school I’ll be starting next week.

  “I’ll have the famous cheeseburger I’ve heard about.”

  “Excellent choice. How would you like that cooked?”

  “Medium rare.”

  “Fries with that?”

  “Yeah, and a Pepsi.”

  “You new around here?”

  “I am.”

  “Guess you’ll be attending Central High.”

  “That’s the plan.”

  “Maybe I’ll see you around,” she says, flirting.

  “That’s a possibility.”

  Another girl I’ll need to stay clear of.

  She walks off with a come-hither smile on her face. I’m sipping my Pepsi when a group of boys walk in. My senses are instantly on alert. Trouble recognizes trouble. The guy in front must be the ringleader, and his eyes land on me. When they move towards me, I’m ready. Ringleader places his palms flat on the table, leaning towards me. The look of him screams jock, like Josh—tall with an athlete’s physique. His dirty-blond colored hair falls slightly below his ears.

  “I’m assuming you’re new around here, so I’ll give you a pass this one time. This is our table. Move,” Ringleader says.

  “That’s funny. I don’t see a name anywhere on it.”

  There are four against one, but still I’ll take my chances. Though, most likely, I’ll be taking an ass whipping tonight. His eyebrows lift in surprise over sable-colored eyes. He expected me to scramble out of the booth, but I don’t intimidate easily. I’m not the fucking one. Number one and number two move in closer. I’m guessing they’re brothers, since they have the same pale blue eyes and auburn hair color.

  “Danny, don’t start no shit tonight.”

  “Mind your business, Mandy, and get back to work. I gave this boy a warning. It’s not my problem if he didn’t listen.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me while talking to Mandy.

  “I’m going to call your daddy.”

  “I’m shaking in my boots.” He snickers.

  Mandy runs off.

  “Are you sure you want to go down this route, boy?”

  “Of course, the scenery is to die for.”

  I deliver a blow to Ringleader’s gut before popping him in the eye when he doubles over. I push him back then grab my drink and the ketchup bottle from the table. When number one charges me, I jump from the booth, throwing the cup, hitting him square in the forehead. He grasps his head, falling to his knees. I break the glass ketchup bottle over number two’s head. Customers start to scream and flee the diner, while others take out their cell phones to record. My eyes connect with number three’s hazel ones as he takes a swing at me. I kick him in the dick, because yeah, I fight dirty. When number three hunches over to clutch his manhood, I grab him by his curly blond hair and slam his face into the table. He falls to the floor with a bloody nose. Number one recovers and wraps his arms around my midsection, tackling me into the wall. I’m elbowing him in the back when ketchup head grabs my arm and pins it to the wall, preventing me from continuing the assault on his friend. This gives Pepsi enough time to grab my other arm and pin it against the wall too. Ringleader stands in front of me now with number three next to him. I struggle against the other boys’ hold.

  “Keep him still,” shouts Ringleader. Now, you get your ass handed to you.”

  He delivers blow after blow to my torso. Damn, this fucker hits hard.

  “It’s my turn,” number three says.

  “I guess this means we won’t be painting each other’s toenails and having sleepovers anytime soon,” I mock.

  “I’m not done yet.”

  “Yes, you are.” It’s Sheriff Andy.

  “Dad, he started—” Ringleader begins.

  Dad?

  “Let him go now!” the sheriff shouts.

  Oh fuck, I get into a fight with this bastard after his father warned me less than an hour ago to stay out of trouble.

  The assholes drop my arms. Fuck me, my body hurts.

  “I knew you were trouble when I first saw you.” The sheriff shakes his head.

  “Now, Sheriff, I saw the whole thing. Your son came in here looking for trouble and he found it,” the curvy redhead says in my defense.

  It seems as if he doesn’t believe her.

  “I saw what happened too, and Danny started the fight,” Mandy chimes in.

  “You and your friends go home, Danny,” the sheriff says.

  Danny and his bozos leave.

  “I’ll be stopping by to speak with your uncle in a few.”

  Fucking terrific.

  “Go home,” the sheriff says.

  “I haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

  “I don’t give a damn.”

  I figure I’ve caused enough havoc for one night, so I leave, but not to go back to Ricky’s. I need dinner first.

  It’s just after midnight when I arrive back at the house. Damn
, I don’t have a key and all the lights are off. At least my uncle is asleep. I don’t feel like dealing with his bullshit. Maybe the front door was left unlocked for me. I twist the doorknob and push.

  Thank God for small favors. I step inside then close it as quietly as I can. Home free. When I turn from the door, a light is switched on.

  Fuck.

  Ricky is leaning against the banister.

  “Where have you been?”

  “Out,” I answer nonchalantly.

  “There are rules here. You can’t do whatever you want.”

  “Well, that’s a problem for me because I like breaking rules,” I say mockingly.

  His jaw clenches. He’s losing patience quickly.

  “Sheriff Andy came by earlier.”

  “And just what did the good ole sheriff have to say?”

  “You were speeding, and you got into a fight with a group of boys.”

  “I was defending myself. Every American has the right to defend themselves.”

  I’m done talking. I move to walk by him, but he grabs my arm to stop my progress.

  I snatch my arm back. “Don’t you ever touch me again.”

  “Art, I’m not the enemy.”

  “Are you my savior then?”

  “I want to help.”

  “It’s too late for that.”

  “Give this a chance.”

  “I can’t be helped!” I shout.

  “That day I found you—”

  “Where were you? When I woke up in the hospital, you were gone. If you cared so much… If you wanted to help me… Where the fuck did you go?”

  “Your mother was in no shape to make any decisions at that time. She gave that right to my father. He prevented me from visiting you. My hands were tied. There was nothing I could do.”

  “You could’ve tried harder.”

  “I’m sorry I failed you, but I’m here now. Don’t let this be the end of the road. You have the rest of your life ahead of you.”

  “My life ended the night Cole’s did.”

  He doesn’t stop me a second time when I walk past him.

  “Trevor, you have to leave,” I say.

  I gently nudge him on the shoulder to wake him up. His big body takes up most of my bed.

  “I don’t want to go,” he grumbles.

  “You have to before morning.” I smile, straddling his hips.

  “One more time before I go.”

  He brings my lips to his for a passionate kiss. I grip the base of his dick, guiding him into my pussy. Once I’m completely filled, I begin to rock my hips back and forth at a steady pace. My pussy is sore since we’ve fucked several times now. Trevor groans and deepens our kiss. Josh knows about Trevor’s nighttime visits, but he gets pissed if he hears us, so I try to keep as quiet as possible. As I feel my orgasm building, I increase my speed. Trevor grips my ass to hold me still so he can take over the pace of our fucking. He thrusts his hips upwards in a frantic motion. My pussy clenches as I climax. He slams into me until he finds his own release.

  “Eu te amo,” I whisper against his ear.

  “I love you too,” he replies gruffly.

  He rolls me under him and runs kisses along my collarbone.

  “I want to stay for a few more hours.”

  “No.” I swat him on the butt. “You have to go.” I laugh.

  “Fine. Come over for dinner and a movie tomorrow night,” he says.

  “Is your mom cooking her famous meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans? If she is, I’ll be there with bells on.”

  “I’ll make that request just for you.”

  He pulls his softening dick out of me and leaves the bed to dress. I roll to my side to watch him, my head resting on my upturned hand.

  “See you later, babe,” he says.

  “Okay.”

  He pecks my lips before moving my thick purple curtains to the side to climb out the window and down the trellis.

  I leave my bed and put on my panties and T-shirt, then head downstairs for a bottle of water.

  As I approach the kitchen, I hear a noise coming from the hall leading to Art’s bedroom. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I change directions. I see light shining from underneath the door.

  Art must still be awake.

  My steps falter. Do I really want to poke the bear?

  “Cole, I’m coming! Don’t give up! Stay above the water.”

  He’s having a nightmare.

  “Cole, I’m so sorry… so sorry. I should’ve been there for you.”

  His voice is filled with sorrow. I lightly knock on the door.

  “Art, are you okay?”

  No answer.

  I twist the doorknob and push. I slowly walk towards Art as he thrashes in the middle of the bed, drenched in sweat, with only boxer briefs hiding his nudity. I take in the tattoo on his chest. I wonder how many tattoos he has. As I move closer, I see cuts covering his hard abs, some fresh blood still seeping from them. On the nightstand, there’s a razor covered in blood. It takes me a few seconds to process the scene before me.

  Art’s a cutter.

  I move closer to stand directly over the bed. I should leave, but I can’t. His cheeks are wet with tears. I run my fingers over the puckered skin of the healed wounds. His eyes snap open. His hand moves quick as lightning, clasping onto my wrist. Anger transforms his facial features. He yanks me forward, causing me to tumble onto the bed. He rolls over, pinning me under his big body and latches his strong hand around my throat.

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?” he sneers in my face. He’s wild with fury.

  “Don’t you ever come in my bedroom again, or I’ll make you squeal. Do you understand me?” he yells.

  I claw at his hand in an effort to get him to release me. I can’t breathe.

  I’m going to die.

  His grip on my throat tightens. I see blackness at the edge of my vision. I panic and vigorously thrash against his hold. I can feel his dick getting hard.

  What the fuck?

  He closes his eyes and shivers. When they open again, a new emotion manifests in their depths.

  Unbridled lust.

  He pushes my thighs open with his knee to rest between them. He grinds his stiff dick against the thin fabric of my panties. I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world because damn, I fucking love the feel of his dick rubbing against my slick heat. The friction causes my sensitive pussy to throb greedily, wanting to feel him inside. I like what this demented boy is doing to me. He latches onto my bottom lip, biting down hard. His hand around my throat prevents me from screaming. Tears roll down the side of my face as the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth.

  “Come in here again, I’m going to spread you wide and fuck the shit out of you. It won’t be a gentle fucking for you. No, I’m going to split you the fuck open and make you bleed.”

  He throws me off the bed. I land on my head, so it takes me a few seconds to come to my senses. I cough, struggling to take deep breaths.

  “You have three seconds to get out of here. If you’re still here when I’m done counting, I’m going to take it as an invitation that you want to fuck.”

  I start to crawl to the door.

  “One.”

  I try to move faster.

  “Two.”

  He leaves the bed and begins to trail me. I make it out the door, turning to rest against the wall. My T-shirt is stained with his blood. My body is trembling, and it’s still very difficult to breathe. My gaze travels from his toned legs to his bulging manhood, clearly visible through his boxer briefs, then over his taut stomach and muscular chest to finally connect with his eyes. I wipe the blood dripping from the side of my mouth with a shaky hand.

  If looks could kill…

  He slams the door shut. Once I am able to stand, I run upstairs back to my room, forgetting all about the bottle of water needed to quench my thirst.

  I lie on my temporary bed, staring at the ceiling. In a few hours, it’ll be a new y
ear.

  Another year without Cole.

  It’s been two days since I woke up to Cin standing over me. She knows my secret now, but surprisingly, she hasn’t told anyone. I was sure my uncle was going to come barreling into my bedroom to ship me off to a mental institution that night, but it never happened. Her sweet, warm flesh is more addicting than cocaine. The feel of her beneath me won’t leave my mind. Her pussy was on fire, the heat enveloping my dick. I haven’t felt the urge to fuck in a very long time, but my God. That night, I wanted to fuck us both into oblivion. Now there are three things constantly beating at my mind—Cole, cocaine, and Cin.

  I’ve jerked off a few times with thoughts of my dick pounding through her tight little pussy. One thing’s for certain, I want to live in Cin. She tries her best to stay away from me, but that’s not always possible. When we happen to end up in a room alone, she dashes to the exit. It’s the complete opposite for me. My gaze continues to seek her out. I hate myself for it, but I don’t have control. It’s the only reason I eat dinner in the dining room with everyone else, not because my uncle demands it. I always deliberately sit next to her, but she doesn’t glance my way. Watching her squirm makes my dick hard.

  My cousin, on the other hand, shoulder checks me whenever we cross paths. It’s cool, because I shoulder check his bitch ass right back. If he swings on me, that’s when the real trouble will start.

  I leave my room in search of something to drink. When I enter the kitchen, my cousin is leaning against the counter drinking a Sprite. He glares at me.

  “You have something you want to say to me?” I ask.

  “Yeah, leave.”

  Ricky walks into the kitchen.

  “Good, just the two guys I want to speak to. Missy and I are going to be heading out in about an hour. What do you plan on doing tonight, Josh?”