by Karla Luna
“Are you going to let me answer?” he asked rather quickly in one whole breath.
“Hmm…” I pretended to think about it as I tapped my chin voluntarily. “I’ll give you a minute to answer.”
Zavier sighed and nodded once before talking. “I guess… I mean, I’ve known her for quite a long time, I know how she’s like. She’s nice to the people around her.” Pfft, too annoyingly nice. “She’s funny, she can easily make you laugh.” Or barf. That works, too. “And she’s just a great helper. Plus, she’s smart. If you think I’m smart, you should see her report cards for the past few years. All straight As.”
I furrowed my eyebrows at him as if I was shocked. “What? You’ve never had straight As before?”
“I used to get a few Bs. Now I get As, but never under that.” I nodded and started pacing back and forth in the room again. “So what’s with the good girls, bad guys thing?”
“Would you say good girls are… let’s say, good?”
“Huh?”
“My bad, not really the question I wanted to ask. I meant, would you say that ‘good girls’ don’t get sexually aroused?” He cocked his head to the side a bit while biting his lip. His cheeks got rosy and he seemed uncomfortable, so I let that question go instead. I hated making him feel that way. I was just trying to make things funny. You know, lighten up the mood. But we’re getting to the very serious parts now.
I extended my hand out for him to take, and he seemed to hesitate as he slowly brought his hand to touch mine. When I finally and properly clutched his hand with my own, I felt his nervousness. I wanted to make him feel comfortable enough to not feel this way. He gets shy when something sexual is being used in a sentence or something connected to it. So he really needed help on how to just be casual with things like that. Aren’t high school boys always talking about perverted stuff and whatnot?
With all the strength I had in me, I pulled him up and we ended up bumping into each other. We were close, extremely close, causing him to swallow hard while he tried to look at anything else besides my lips. I didn’t care if I got caught staring somewhere (maybe somewhere inappropriate), so I was actually looking down at his soft, sweet-looking lips as if it was an everyday thing. And it sort of was to me, as weird as it may sound.
I’ve kissed him a total of two times now. And the first time, he froze up because he just didn’t know what to do and couldn’t breathe properly. The second time, he had kissed back roughly (which was hot) but he was high, so he was like a different person then.
Now, we were on base one of physical attraction. Next, I’d be kissing those lips and fighting a battle with his tongue. I knew I had the courage to kiss his lips right now, but these were just lessons to him. And for some reason, they were just a tad bit more than that to me.
“Okay, first lesson on a girl’s body,” I whispered to him, as I gripped his wrists and pulled him forward. I hit the wall but kept him very close to me so that I could feel some of his clothes and body heat. Goddammit! It was all driving me crazy but I had to control myself. I fucking had to.
“Yeah…?” he asked, seeming breathless already as he stared down at my lips. Why the hell was he doing that? Stop it!
“Find her weakness,” I finished telling him as I craned my neck up and pointed toward it. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him staring down and trailing his eyes down my exposed neck while blushing intensely. Dammit, teddy bear. “Kiss my neck until you find it. And then tease me with it.”
He started to shake his head. “I…”
“Do it.”
He paused for a moment, and then got closer to me. I felt those hard abs of his through our clothes and I wanted nothing more than to rip the shirt off his body to graze and kiss his skin. My heart was beating like crazy.
Oh god, his lips are on my skin now.
I shifted a little, but then I felt his large hands grip my bare waist, to probably keep me in place. I could’ve sworn my vision went hazy right then and there.
I felt the warmth and slight touch of his lips right now, and he was actually being gentle, barely kissing me. Or just starting to...
“Come on,” I said, giggling to myself. But I was cut off when he pulled me even closer to his body, feeling his hot breath on my neck, which caused many shivers and tingles to race through my body.
He then lightly brushed his cute nose against my weak spot, which was over my collarbone, making me lightly moan. He found it…
Suddenly, without really thinking, I closed my eyes as I brought my hands to caress his chest, down to his hard abdomen. I started to tuck my hands under his shirt to really touch his body, but then, he grabbed my hands, entwined our fingers together, and slammed them on the wall over my head, causing me to gape at him in pleasure at how rough he was suddenly being.
Damn… how hot.
But much to my dismay, he ended up pulling away from me as he turned around and brought his hands up to grab his messy dark hair. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this. It’s too much and I just, I…”
“No, you’ve come too far, Zavier. Come on. Don’t let it go to waste. Do it.” This wasn’t only for my pleasure, even though it may seem like it’s only for that. He just needed to learn, like I’ve said many times already. But damn! Judging from the feel of it, it seemed like he didn’t even need to learn anything at all from me. Looked like he’s jotted it all down.
Grabbing his hand, I slowly pulled him back toward me. And after a few seconds of just standing there and staring down at the floor, he got to the same position he was in earlier. Then he rested his hands back on my waist, but his grip was lighter this time, as if he didn’t want to hurt me at all. I craned my head back as he gently cupped the back of my neck, causing me to let out a sharp breath.
He found that weak spot once again and kissed the skin there, but more this time. He stuck his tongue out and licked it a bit before starting to suck on it, to really push me on to the edge. I couldn't help but bring my hand up to tug lightly on his soft, thick hair while deeply sighing in pleasure. I felt stupid butterflies everywhere, or was it a freakin’ zoo? Ugh, he was so good. I felt so tingly and amazing all over, it really was not making me think straight.
Zavier continued to kiss my fragile skin and I wanted to pull him closer to me. I wanted to jump right in his arms and make him kiss more of me, while up against this very wall.
I’ve been kissed before, yes. But I’ve never had this much sexual want in just a matter of seconds. Zavier was such a good boy. He made me want to turn him naughty and bad just for me. I’m good just for him, he should do the same for me, because goddamn… I’m sorry (not), but he was really fucking driving me insane. And if he thought he could get away with this, then he thought wrong. He definitely thought wrong. I’m getting my good boy, one way or another.
Once he was done and had pulled away from me, he looked deep into my eyes. He licked his lips and then bit down on his bottom one as he looked down at the spot he had just created. Only God knew just how much I wanted to lick and bite those lips for him instead.
“What?” Zavier suddenly asked, catching me by surprise as I inwardly cursed at myself. Shit… what?!
“What?” I asked him.
“You just…” He looked majorly confused right now and I bit my lip, feeling like my knees were so close to giving up on me. “You just said you wanted to lick and bite my lips…”
Double shit. “I s-said that? I not did." What the fuck, Evelyn? Why are you yoda-talking now?
Zavier laughed and the sound was so angelic. Though I still managed to look mad as I slapped his muscular arm. But I bet he didn’t even feel it, judging from how hard his bicep felt.
“Do laugh at me not!” Dammit!
He was still laughing when he said the two words that got me frozen in place. “You’re cute.”
Wait, what? Did he really just say that to me? And sober?!
“What?” I asked, because I really needed to know if my stupid mind wasn’t just playing these
lame-ass games with me.
“Shoot…” He blushed and shyly looked down before looking back up and pointing to his head. “That was meant to stay in my head.” It was quiet once again, with the both of us just looking at each other. Then, he cleared his throat and began speaking again. I could honestly listen to him all day. I don’t give a fuck if it sounds freakin’ clichéd. “So… how did I, you know, do?”
“Perfect. And that’s how it’s done,” I say with a wink, causing him to blow out a deep breath and blush. But he tried to hide it with a warm laugh as he scratched the back of his head.
“All right… um, well…”
“Guys! Where are you!?” Stormy called from down the stairs, but Zavier got a little paranoid and stepped away from me in a flash. “It’s dinner time! I’ve got my famous chicken casserole here.”
At that, Zavier and I slowly looked at each other before quickly starting for the door. It was locked though, so he had to unlock it first. But I jumped over him and opened it instead.
I started to run out, but he pulled me back in and made a run for it, down the hall toward the stairs.
Well, he was the fittest one here. It wasn’t fair!
I squealed when he suddenly came back and threw me over his shoulder, and then ran down the stairs.
Damn, was he strong!
•Zavier•
That whole neck kissing back there was pretty intense for me. I was so close to backing out because I felt so nervous that I bet Evelyn could hear my heart racing from where she stood.
But to be honest, I’m so glad she forced me into it. This whole deal thing was for me to stop being shy, right? I can’t live my life just backing out on things when I have the chance to do them. It’s like having a huge opportunity to get a great scholarship and just turning it down. And I have received many scholarships. It’s just the choice of which college or university would be best to go to. The whole thing sort of felt weird to think about too, for some reason. I’ve always wondered where Evelyn will go when she leaves. What she will study and just…
I shouldn’t really think about that right now. That’s the future and it’s just like what I had told Evelyn the other day: the past is the past, so just try living in the present. If I don’t, I might miss everything about it. Treasure it because I don’t think I’ll have any opportunity to see much of Evelyn in the future.
As we finally got down the stairs, I put her down when we reached the bottom step. Her face was red from laughing and probably from all the blood flowing to her head when she was over my shoulder. She still managed to look beautiful, even with messy hair. My gaze went down to the spot where I had kissed her wonderful, sweet neck, until she covered it up. Boy, did I want to kiss her lips badly back there. But that was probably for another lesson, wasn’t it? I just knew I wanted it to be now already. I never thought I would find myself in a situation quite like this though.
Without realizing it, I was still staring at Evelyn, until I noticed her expression going into one of either anger, irritation, annoyance, disgust, or all of the above. I wasn’t sure, she has those looks all the time, and it was hard for me to recall which was which. I followed her gaze instead. And right by the door stood a middle-aged man wearing a grey suit with no tie. He’s almost as tall as my mother (when she wears heels though), and has dark tan skin with dark brown hair and some traces of a beard on his chin.
Who is this guy?
“Oh, this is my son, Zavier,” my mother told the man. And I took a quick peek at Evelyn, who was glaring at him now. Oh, so it was anger that she felt toward him.
The man offered one hand out for me to shake as he slightly bowed his head. So we’ve got a gentleman here as well?
“Um…” I had no idea what to say. Was my mom starting to date now or something? It’s been years since dad left us. But then, why is Evelyn looking at him in the most disgusted way possible? I was so confused here. What is going on, can somebody please explain?
“Hi?” I say, holding my hand out to shake his hand. He had quite a firm grip, too.
“Nice to meet you, son.” He said son, he said son! Okay, Zavier, that doesn’t mean a thing. Men usually call younger guys like that. You’re just looking too much into it. “I’m Bradley Munchuck.”
“He will be having dinner with us,” Mom said, causing Evelyn to fake a laugh and excuse herself to the other room. It was silent after that, but seconds later, we heard screaming and glass breaking.
Yup, definitely anger.
Bradley tried to smile it off as he nodded at my mother and clapped his hands together. “So, what’s for dinner?”
23: Her Story
•Evelyn•
Mr. Dickhead and I were in a very intense glaring match throughout dinner whenever Stormy would look down or look away from us. But really, I was the one who kept glaring at him even when she would look up at us. He would just sport that stupid fake smile of his and pretend nothing was wrong at all. Fuck! I still hated this guy for taking me away my freedom. I wanted to at least talk to my boys back home once in a while, but they couldn’t even do that without being intensely watched by the cops. Plus, he made me feel like a crazy person for getting a psychologist for me. I still didn’t have a problem, it was just the way I acted and did things that may be really bad for some (or most) people.
Though, I kind of felt grateful that he did send me here, because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Zavier Coin.
I would look at him from the corner of my eyes throughout dinner as well, and I could tell he felt uncomfortable and lost about the whole situation. I’m sure Stormy would tell him how great Dickhead was, but I’d be sure to fill him in on the true stuff later. I still hadn’t told him everything about my life. But for some reason, I felt comfortable now. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted him to really get to know me and realize just why I was like this.
Earlier, I had made sure to cover up the beautiful mark he had left on my skin. Once I had touched it, I bit my lip and mentally congratulated him. He really did well. I couldn’t wait until we got to the more intense stuff.
“So…” Ugh, Dickhead’s gonna start talking. I’d rather not be here for that. “How has Evelyn been doing? I’m sure…” he paused to glare at me, and then turned back to Stormy with that fake-ass smile on his face, “… she’s been quite a handful.”
“Oh,” Stormy laughed as she took a small sip of her drink. “She’s been working very well with me during our therapy sessions,” she informed him, as he nodded. But it seemed like he couldn’t entirely believe her words. “Overall, well, she’s a delinquent, you can’t really change their ways so easily.”
“Has she been arrested?”
“No.”
“Has she been taking drugs?”
“Not that I know of, no.”
I bit my lip.
Come on, even Zavier has taken drugs! Stormy can be pretty blind sometimes, but thank God for that one. If not, we would be in some huge trouble by now. I’m sure they’d send me away again if Dickhead were to find out.
“Has she been drinking?”
“No.”
“Murdered…”
“No! Bradley, please.” Stormy was the one to glare at him now. And guess what? He had the fucking nerve to stare me down every time he asked one of those questions.
I already knew he didn’t have faith in me. Why would he? But come on, didn’t he send me here to become a better person or some shit like that? I know I’m not turning into a better person, but people have to understand that being bad is practically in my blood. I’ve had a dark past that only a couple of people know about, including Stormy. So she understood what’s been going on with me, and just why I had become like this.
Besides, the only person I was sort of becoming good for was Zavier. And I don’t even know the reason behind that one. He’s just a boy, just another boy. But that’s where my brain was wrong. He wasn’t just a boy. He was a sexy boy (what, I had to say it!) that will surely turn into a g
reat man. He was also sweet (I hated sweet, so that was definitely saying something). He was also someone that just made the world seem a tad bit better. I don’t know, it was pretty hard to explain. But he was just different.
Dickhead decided to ignore Stormy and turned to Zavier instead with a huge, ugly smile on his face, the same fake one that told me he really felt like choking someone right about now, probably me.
“Son, what do you say?”
All eyes were on Zavier now as he quietly ate. He probably didn’t hear him, so when he slowly looked up and saw all eyes on him, he looked completely lost. It was simply adorable.
“What?” he asked, still chewing his food.
Dickhead deeply sighed and clenched his fists to try to relax. If he even thought about punching Zavier or something, there would actually be a crime scene here. No one will hurt him. I won’t even give him the chance to yell at him. “How has Evelyn been treating you? Because I’m sure all of us here knew just what kind of girl she really is.”
Zavier swallowed his food and turned his gaze toward mine. I just gave him a blank expression, wondering what he would actually tell Dickhead. He wouldn’t blurt out all the bad things we’ve done, right? Or at least, what I’ve done?
“She’s been treating me well, sir,” he said, his voice very shaky, it was hard not to notice it. I knew he was extremely nervous about being on the spot.
Dickhead looked at me for a brief second before turning back to Zavier with a chuckle. Then he put his fork down and narrowed his eyes.
“You do know she’s hurt innocent people, right?”
“That’s not true,” I said through gritted teeth. I didn’t want him feeding Zavier all of this BS to get him to stop talking to me. I don’t hurt innocent people! Okay, slightly, but not badly! I mostly go after the little pricks running around, thinking they could get away with things. Plus, those who never paid for the drugs I gave them.