“You’re going to see him?” She questions, her eyes widening. “I thought you said you can’t face him just yet.”
“And that’s still true but I need to see a doctor or something, I don’t feel too good.” I say, lying through my teeth. I know exactly why I want to go to that hospital. I want to see if I can get a prescription for Xanax pills.
They are probably the only thing that will calm me down because I’m not myself at all.
“Astraea.” Kim says, eyebrow raised as she watches me.
“Are you. . .?”
“Don’t be crazy, of course not.”
Just the thought of being pregnant, having babies, couple that with the way my mother is anxiously waiting for me to sign that damn contract, I don’t think I can stomach it. I get hives just thinking of it.
I can’t even deal with that right now.
“Oh, okay.” She sighs and I give her a small smile, trying to be brave in the face of all the hate that’s directed at me right now.
A hush falls over the cafeteria and the next thing I know, Kim grabs my hand in a rush, a gasp leaving her.
“What’s going on?” I question.
“No, no. Don’t look. Let’s go right now.” Kim says hurriedly, tugging my arm so that I get up but confused, I stay rooted in my seat. Everyone is looking at something or rather someone with fascinated shock. Some even glance back to look at me, then back to whatever or whoever just stole the show.
“Come on Raea, we can use the kitchen entrance to leave.” Kim urges as a sick feeling takes root in my stomach, watching as her face contorts into one of pain. . .and maybe fear?
Something is wrong.
“What’s going on?” I question and as I turn my head to look up to where everyone is looking, everything in me shuts down completely when my eyes fall onto Ace’s sexy, tall body in the middle of the cafeteria for all to see.
A body that’s being touched, caressed sexually by. . .Brittney Allory.
Bile rises up my throat as I notice the gleeful look in her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she plants a kiss on. . .Ace’s mouth.
Oh God.
“Astraea!” Kim calls but her voice is fading into the dark background as I start feeling faint, losing consciousness bit by bit.
“Astraea! Fuck!” I hear her cuss and then I feel a sharp sting across my face just as quickly.
I gasp for breath, filling my lungs with as much air as I can.
“What the hell? I didn’t mean to slap you but I was losing you there.” Kim rushes to say.
From the corner of my eye, I can see students looking at me with sympathy on their faces, but none of them make a move to come near me. And I soon find out why.
“Is she finally dying?” Brittney’s nasally voice fills the space around the quiet cafeteria. “That’s what happens when you have STDs.” She gloats and everyone starts laughing.
I don’t know what happens but something starts burning in me as people laugh. Maybe it’s because I can feel his hard, frosty gaze on me or maybe it’s my answering anger as a response to his, that I can still feel tangling us together, making me hyper aware of him and his nearness but I lift my head and my gaze immediately falls on Ace, who has his arms folded, watching me with an unbothered expression on his face.
I accept the water that Kim passes to me silently, watching Ace, letting him see everything that’s going on within me. Everything and nothing.
I take my sweet time as I drink the water, knowing Brittney’s pathetic and ridiculous ego is waiting for me to respond. How sad.
My eyes remain steady on Ace. He doesn’t react. His dark, bottomless and expressionless eyes are unreadable but this time, around, I’ll be damned if he has any power over me.
Let’s play, shall we.
“Oh dear Brittney, where do you think I got those STDs, and the HIV?” I ask sweetly, then stare pointedly at Ace. “Have you asked your boyfriend if he’s, snap, what do you call it?” I tap my chin, pretending to think it over.
“Kim, help me out.” I say, glancing at her briefly, noticing the cold look on her face as she watches Brittney.
“Safe.” She grits out and I snap my fingers.
“Yes! That’s the word.” I chuckle, my eyes still on Ace. “Have you asked him, before he fucked you and never finished of course because your pussy is as cold as your dead brain, have you asked him if he’s ‘safe’?”
Brittney’s eyes narrow on me. “Jealousy isn’t a very nice color on you, sweetie”
“So is pathetic on you, but here we are oh, mighty one.” I roll my eyes, knowing that everyone is watching. Phones are recording and whatever I do or say here, will live on forever.
All of a sudden, I feel so reckless. I just want to mess some shit up.
“You know what Astraea, your time here is done. I think it’s time for you to accept your manic diagnosis and go back to that institution. Do you need a straightjacket? I’m sure there is one in green to match the look on your face.”
“If it’s from your closet, bitch you can keep it. I know what to do with my crazy, do you?” I ask but I’m not talking to her. The asshole I’m talking to knows that I’m talking to him.
He’s quiet, doesn’t say a word. He just watches me with hate in his eyes.
“I’m sure you do. Now listen up you two skanks, here’s what’s going to happen from now on” Brittney claps her hands as if she’s at ta tea party with her fucking bratz dolls.
“From now on, you gave been banned from all sports and clubs, that includes you too Kimmy. You’ll withdraw your bid for Student Council President without contest, with immediate effect.” Brittney commands.
“You will not set foot in this cafeteria unless it needs to cleaned.” She goes on.
“You will not talk to, touch, look at or breath around any of the Blue Boys.” She finishes,
I start laughing then and all eyes turn to me.
“What are you laughing at, bitch?”
I shoot up from my seat, completely outraged by this. . .this ridiculousness. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? The queen of bullshit?
A thought of the tattoos on my back makes me shiver but I quickly shake it away as I turn to look at Kim, wondering why she isn’t saying a word.
Kim mouth is wide open with shock, her face draining of color and that only makes Brittney’s smile widen.
“Oh, will you fucking give it a rest Brittney. Go fuck yourself with a toothpick.” Noah says as he pushes through the crowd.
I watch him as he shoots Ace a look that I can’t read from here but whatever message that passes between them isn’t good.
“No one is talking to you, Noah.” Brittney says, rolling her eyes.
“Hmmm, but what makes you think you can enforce all this bullshit? Who do you think you are?” He questions, cupping his ear, waiting for her to speak.
My stomach drops as soon as Noah’s question rings through the cafeteria, making Brittney’s smile widens. This time, it’s genuine.
I watch as if in slow motion as she turns to look at Ace. Slowly, she struts over to him, her skirt swishing with the sway of her hips and I feel sick again.
I watch as she places a manicured hand on Ace’s chest, just over his heart.
I almost gag.
He doesn’t even flinch. He doesn’t move, he just watches me as my face starts draining of color as well.
“Why, I’m the motherfucking queen of course. I can do anything I want when I have the king by my side, right baby?” She says as she looks at Ace.
I swear, the entire cafeteria sucks in a breath along with me and they all wait on bated breath for his response.
I watch as his unreadable gaze shifts between my eyes, then as if dismissing me, he looks at Brittney, a smirk on his face that makes her giggle. Freaking giggle!
And I watch as he gives her everything in that moment. Everything that he never gave me.
“Yeah, you’re my queen. Everyone bows to the queen.” Ace murmurs but he mi
ght as well have shouted the words as I feel their harsh impact.
The ground quacks, the cafeteria roars with a loud shout as everyone starts talking and gasping at the same time.
Ace just claimed Brittney, practically putting his stamp on her ass.
I flinch, my feet shifting as I try my best not to look at him but I do, as Noah roars.
“What the fuck?!” Noah shouts, looking at Ace but he doesn’t explain or say anything further, he’s meaning crystal clear.
“Aww, Noah. Be happy for us. After all, you and my sister won’t be campaigning anymore. We’re all supporting my team now.”
Her team? And what sister? My brow furrows as I look at Brittney, noticing her gaze looking at someone behind me.
Every part of me dies with shock as I whirl around.
“You don’t have a fucking sister.” Noah grits out, not yet caught up on what’s happening. Everything so fucking crystal clear in front of us.
My eyes are wide with shock as I look at Kim.
Kim who is Brittney’s sister.
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t know?” I hear Brittney’s gleeful mocking from behind me as everything in me stirs and collapses.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Noah demands as Kim starts shaking on the spot but she doesn’t look away from me. She has the guts to hold my stare.
“Kimmy, you didn’t tell adorable little Noah here that we are sisters?” Brittney’s voice gloats, knowing damn well that she just destroyed. . .everything.
I can’t even move.
“I mean, we are half sisters but baby, we’re still blood.” She goes on.
By this point, Kim’s face is completely drained of all color, her entire body is shaking as Noah turns around slowly to look at her as well.
“Tell me she’s lying.” Noah demands, looking straight at Kim, her lips now quivering. There is a plea in her eyes that doesn’t match her overall personality.
But then again, she was lying about who she was all along.
Oh God, am I only surrounded by two-faced liars? What is truth? I don’t even know anymore.
“Fucking grow a pair and tell me she’s lying!” Noah almost shouts at Kim who is now crying but I swear, I hear a catch in Noah’s voice too. And I, I can’t even say a word.
Without another word or look, Noah turns on his heel, his face red and so damn angry, then he leaves, pushing the shocked crowd away, his steps heavy heart broke.
And mine?
Completely devastated.
“How could you?” I whisper, watching her but I don’t wait for a response either as I grab the bottle of water and my backpack.
In one move, I’m suddenly in Brittney’s face. Without wasting a breath, I squirt the bottle of water and it comes gushing out and directly into her face.
As she gasps, I take that moment to slap her hard across the face.
“You bitch!” She shrieks but everything in me is just dead.
“Aww, I’m sorry.” I mock, then immediately harden my tone. “Why don’t you let your king handle that for you, your motherfucking highness?” I suggest with venom in my voice.
As I leave this time, I throw the bottle of water in Ace’s direction, and I don’t bother looking at him.
I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of him.
With that, I leave in the direction Noah left with.
I run out of the cafeteria like I’m being chased by dogs. Bursting out of there, I look to the left and then the right, feeling lost, with nowhere to fucking go. Something is clawing at my chest, demanding to be let out but I need to get the fuck out.
I immediately choose left, then I start running towards the exit doors at the end of the corridor that I know lead to the Blue Boy’s private parking space.
I can’t fucking breathe, but I run anyway, needing to get away from this hellhole.
As soon as I burst through the door, a hand snakes around my waist and I’m hauled back into a hard chest with a dull thumb.
“Let go of me!” I scream but he remains deathly still in quiet as I struggle against him, but he doesn’t let go. Instead he lifts me until my feel don’t touch the ground anymore then he starts walking, quickly and silently towards the shadowy, hidden space between the school building and the trees.
“Let me fucking go!” I start thrashing around, screaming really but he isn’t even fazed.
To him, my struggling is just, meaningless. But I keep on fighting anyway.
Today, I’ve just been reminded that Ace is not just a heartless bully but he is a skilled tormentor. And he knows just how to end me. How to knit pick my weaknesses and then exploit them to his advantage.
“Get your fucking hands off of me!’ I demand again, lashing out just as he puts me down but before I can move away or try to run, he plasters me to the cold building wall, my back flash against his hard front, my front pressed to the wall.
He grips my face and turns it to the right with his fingers. Then and only then does he start his real torture. Starting by whispering in my ear.
“You did this to us. You lied to me and you broke your promise.” His harsh whisper is almost like growl of hate.
I shiver, feeling my own hate building up.
“I didn’t do what you’re accusing me off, you asshole.” I seethe, hating that I’m starting to cry. “Now, let go of me!”
Hating that I feel like this is the end of the world for me.
Hating that I actually do feel like dying.
“No.” He groans low in his chest so much so that I can feel that one vibration.
“You just humiliated me in there and you are with her?” I cry and scream at the same time but all he does is kick my legs apart and then I feel his hand reach between my legs, slipping under my skirt.
“You let her destroy me in there, get your fucking hands off me! Don’t you dare touch me!”
“That had to come out. You had to know that you have shit luck when it comes to friends.” He says, ignoring me as his fingers start caressing my inner thighs.
“I guess I have shit taste in everything, including who fucks me.” I grit out, wanting to hurt him as much as he hurt me. He growls and bites my earlobe and instead of fucking screaming in pain, I fucking moan!
“You let her kiss you in there and touch you!” I seethe, seeing the image of her, wrapped around my Ace likes she owned him! No matter what I do, I can’t get past that.
But Ace? He’s meaner than mean.
“Were you wishing that it was you in there?” He seethes in my ear. “Did you want me to announce to the whole world that a disaster like you is my girlfriend when you go around kissing my best friend?” He questions.
I can feel his anger and mine merging together, growing and expanding around us, gluing us together making our breathing hard and fast. I can just about feel the impeding explosion.
“You never wanted to be anything to me before so go fuck yourself.” I say, feeling the sting of rejection in his words. I did want him to do that. I wanted him to fucking claim me but now, he has gone and claimed that. . .that. . .
Oh God.
“I wanted to be your fucking everything but you proved that you are not worthy of that too.” He says, his fingers now at the edge of my panties and for the life of me, I have no idea why I’m soaked even now.
Wet for him.
Wanting him even when he is the reason I’m being bullied. The reason why Brittney just walked all over me, taking away the one friend I thought I had. The very reason why I’m wallowing in this misery.
“Even now, your greedy pussy wants me. You want me to fuck you right here, right now, don’t you?” He growls, his hand slipping into my panties and just before I can push him away or tell him to stop, he plunges three thick and calloused fingers into me and I gasp, standing now on the toes of my shoes because fuck. . .
“You chose her!” I cry as he starts fucking me with his fingers, plunging into me, over and over again as he bites my neck, marking me there. “Y
ou fucking chose her even when you know what she did to me.”
“Why should I care? You mean nothing to me now.” He growls, his thick, hard erection pressed right at my ass.
“Then why the hell are your fingers in me?” I seethe, moving along with those very fingers.
“Simply because even when you are nothing to me, I still own you. I own this pussy.” He groans in my ear as his other hands reaches up to pinch my hard nipples through my school shirt.
It looks dirty. It feels dirty. It is dirty but God, I know what I want. He knows what I want right now. “I should deny you orgasms for the next two weeks for everything you’ve done but I want you to fucking know that you come when I say so.”
“Asshole.” I curse him.
“I never claimed to be nice.“
“I’m not your fucking property!” I shout, pain piercing my heart as my body starts singing with a near orgasm that I desperately want. “You declared war on me and so help me God, I’m going to destroy you before you can even fuck that bitch!”
He chuckles then and this time, it’s actually filled with humor. A genuine, dark chuckle.
“Look at you, claws out and ready to rip out veins and hearts.” He chuckles. “A word to the inexperienced, choose your battles wisely, little Star.” He groans, pushing his dick between my ass cheeks and I almost moan but I catch myself, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
“I’d hate to enjoy how you will unravel for me.” And as if those are the magic words, I come so hard, my head actually spins.
“That's it, let it go.” He whispers in my ear, pressing his forehead to my temple.
I keep coming like I have never done before. I feel him pressing a kiss to my temple and then my cheek. And then he licks my tears with a growl lodged deep in his chest as if he’s a wounded beast.
“Stay away from Brittney.” He whispers after a few seconds when I stop coming but I’m still convulsing with little tremors but as his words sink in, my eyes fly open.
“Defending your whore are we now?” I mock, pushing him away so I can gather myself together after that dirty finger fuck he just gave me that I shouldn’t have allowed but my body only knows him.
It’s been conditioned by him to want him in anyway it can get him.
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