Chapter 5 The History

Fuck.

was the only audible thought in my head, as Leviathan pulled the chair out and slid in next to me. All eyes were on our table, anticipation thick and heavy throughout the air. My eyes shift to Rosa who is completely turned in her seat facing us not caring if she would get scolded by the teacher. She seemed to be frozen in place with her mouth agape eyes opened so wide you'd swear they were going to fall out of her skull and roll away on the floor. I could feel all the eyes burning holes through me from all sides of the room. Although I'm sure they were not actually directed at me, I'm merely a victim of circumstance here. The entire class silently watching, waiting to see what entrainment this year will hold for them. No doubt this will be the talk of the entire school for the rest of the year. My table has just become the main focal area that every kid in the district will be glued to. I slowly look around the room and sure enough everyone has stopped what they were doing and locked in on the two boys next to me. Some of them had even pulled out their phone to take photos to prove the truth, texting other classes and posting on their social media pages. The two boys haven't sat together sense middle school, they've barely had a class together sense then. For obvious reasons. So why now? And why am I cought in the middle of it all.... again?

Desmond has returned his attention to the paper in front of him but his fist is clinched as he holds back from attacking Leviathan. His veins in his neck and arms are bulging at the surface of his skin. His right leg bounces under the table. I'm not sure if it's calming to him or if he's just trying to find a way to release some of the tension radiating out of his body. Leviathan appears to be unaffected by the whole thing, as he lazily leans his back against his chair flipping through the pages Mr. Oliver gave him. However, his jaw is clinched and his veins are also inflamed. Despite trying to come off as unaffected his body language tells another story entirely. Neither one of them will look in the same direction of one another. Mr. Oliver clears his throat loudly breaking the silence in the room catching everyone off guard. He has finally looked up from the screen of his laptop he's been typing away on sense he'd finished explaining the assignment he handed out. Everyone shuffles their things and puts away their phones returning to their assignments before Mr. Oliver has to say a word of warning. I pick up my pencil and return to my paper hoping I can somehow make myself small enough to disappear.

The entire day was so awkward and uncomfortable I couldn't wait to get home into a quiet space. My table was the center of attention the entire day which made it next to impossible to focus on my work. I honestly don't know how Leviathan and Desmond do it. They are both honor roll students with perfect attendance every collage in the world will be begging for them to join. Apparently they are used to the entire school watching their every move, every second of every day because they were able to finish their assignments with ease today. In between every class was like a full blown interrogation session from Rosa and even students I've never spoken to ever. Everyone must have assumed I'd be the approachable one out of the three and willing to dish all the dirt. Boy when they found out I was the opposite they got real upset. A couple girls even tried to intimidate me into giving up information and quickly regretted that when Rosa stepped in.

Leviathan and Desmond stayed civil throughout the day, I was honestly worried I'd have to break up fights between the two of them like when we were kids. I was relived when nothing eventful occurred between the pair. Desmond stopped taunting me after Leviathan appeared in class which I was grateful for, so his appearance wasn't all that bad, for me anyways. However, throughout all the classes Desmond and Leviathan would bump into me or rub up against me with their elbows shoulders and legs randomly. I assumed they were trying to get my attention but every time I looked at them they seemed unaware of their actions, paying no attention to me. Maybe I just take up too much room even though I've spent the entire day trying to shrink my size giving them what I thought was ample room. Perhaps the real problem is that they are both rather large men when looking at their muscular build, requiring more room to fit comfortable. I'm not very big but I'm also not a tiny girl. I'd consider myself average for my age and hight, so I didn't think I was being a space hog. Desmond didn't say another word to me the rest of the day and Leviathan didn't even attempt a conversation. Desmond's also never returned my pencil.

Despite Rosa's pleas to hang out after school and get the chance to as she says "Chill with William" I successfully sent her home after dropping me off. I went straight to my room to take off my uniform antsy to get a shower and throw on some comfortable clothing. After starting the shower in my bathroom I returned to my room to grab a towel and clothes to change into while the water warmed up. I lifted my shirt over my head tossing it into the laundry basket by my window. I was about to bend down to remove my skirt when realization set in. I shot up standing straight and threw my arms over my nearly bare chest that was only covered by my thin lacey white bra, and rushed over to the window. I had left my curtains and window wide open this morning like an idiot. My window directly faces my neighbors bedroom window giving both of us the perfect view into each other's rooms. What caught my attention is my neighbor was not only home in his room, but was standing in front of his bedroom window. Looking out to see a potentially free strip show. As if my luck today couldn't get any worse. I reach for the curtain still trying to keep my exposed body covered with my arm. That's when he chooses to further my humiliation by laughing and calling out to me between the two houses.

"You don't have to try and seduce me. You do know you could have just asked me earlier today. I'd be happy to help you. "

I inwardly grown as I use the curtain to shield my exposed torso. You guessed it. Desmond is my neighbor and when we were kids this was a cool thing between the two of us. At one point we even had Dixie cups with string attached to them running from his window to mine so we could talk to each other every night and morning. We'd stay up all night looking at each other through the window as we talked through our makeshift phones. It's cute when you're a kid but not when you're a grown teenager who has dropped all contact with your neighbor for years. I usually keep the damn thing closed except for when I do my makeup. The sunlight is so much better than fluorescent lighting to apply makeup.

"Stop it Desmond! Someone's going to hear you and get the wrong idea!" I inform him.

"Like who? Your tutor? " He calls out to me. " You have another hour before he arrives."

" No, like our other neighbors, you idiot! Like the one back the.." I begin to scold him about to point in the direction of the back yard when I register what he said." Wait! How do you know what time my tutor shows up? "

I haven't talked to this kid in years so how does he know about my tutor or our schedule? Has my dad been telling his parents my business? Desmond just smiles in response. His adorable dimples on full display, bringing an unknown tingling sensation to my stomach. He winks his left eye and blows a kiss in my direction. Before turning his back to me and walking out of view from the window. I quickly shut the curtain and head for the bathroom where I've decided is the safest room to undress.

My dad is ridiculously strict about my education and extracurriculars. He's always been like that but after my mom died he became obsessed. Like Leviathan and Desmond I'm an honor roll student with perfect attendance. Every year we had to attend school ceremonies where they would give out awards, certificates, and even scholarships. Mom loved it and never missed an opportunity to bost about how proud she was and how gifted her daughter is. One of the things I miss most about her. Don't get me wrong my dad feels the same about my accomplishments but it's not the same as when mom did it.

My daily routine leaves very little time for friends, socializing, or fun. After school I always have tutoring not because I struggle in any topic but because dad says "you can never learn too much. There's always room to further your success." Monday and Wednesday it's math Tuesday and Friday science, technology and Wednesday is government, history, and world events. Tutoring starts at 3 and ends at 5. Then from 5 to 6 are my sports and training sessions. Monday and Tuesday volleyball, tennis Wednesday Archery, Thursday culinary arts well you get the point. Every day I get up at 4:30am to workout at the gym with my personal trainers, and kick boxing instructor for an hour. With the exception of Monday and Friday, Those days I only have to do a half hour of yoga with my instructor before school. I honestly think this is his way of keeping me out of trouble and coping with the single parent life.

My dad is a man who values traditions and is strict about it. So I'm not aloud to date, and have never had a boyfriend or even shared a first kiss. I am to keep myself pure of all sin before marriage, which will be an arranged marriage chosen by him. I've argued this issue until I'm blue in the face but it's one that he will not be moved on. His marriage to my mother was arranged by my grandparents and because his years spent with her were the best years of his life he is now a strong advocator. He works from sun up to sundown most days not only providing for me but also for the town, he's the mayor and is always in the spotlight. So the more rules and strict schedule assigned to me the easier it is for him to keep me out of the public spotlight and prevent my actions from tarnishing his reputation. Every night he is home at 6pm sharp and we have our family dinner at 6:30. He's a man of routine and keeps a strict schedule not just for me but for himself too. I know things have been hard on him sense my mom passed so I do my best to fallow his instructions without too much resistance. He is a good man who means well, he's just old fashioned in his ways.

The next morning

I had just finished my gym session and returned home to shower and get ready for school. I had a hard time sleeping last night my thoughts were consumed by Desmond. His behavior confused me, we've been strangers for so long but it was almost as if no time had passed at all when he talked to me. Like we could pick up right where we left off but just when things appeared to be heading in the right direction we'd smacked into a brick wall. He didn't acknowledge me at all after Leviathan got to class. I didn't think anything of it at the time but as the night went on I couldn't help feeling offended, and I didn't know why it bothered me so much. Until he caught a glimpse of me in that intimate moment. He is never in that window, so why was he standing there yesterday like he was waiting for me? The man was so hot and cold. My workout helped me forget about it all, momentarily helping me get my head straight. But now that I was home thoughts of Desmond swirled back into my brain. I wondered what he was thinking, how he felt about me. If he also longed to repair our friendship. I wondered how he was doing and if he was okay after his fight with Leviathan. I wanted to see him, I wanted to talk to him although I had no idea what I'd say to him. I found my body acting on autopilot and hadn't realized I was at the window until my hand was on the thick pastel blue curtain about to draw it back. I took a deep breath and regained my senses before walking away to take a shower.

Desmond's POV

I laid in bed wide awake stairing at the shadows on my ceiling caused by the moonlight entering my opened bedroom window. Thoughts of selene ravaged through my conscious state preventing me from getting a good night's sleep. No matter what I did I just couldn't get her out of my head. That mouth watering tropical fragrance that rolls off her soft tan skin had me reeling after taking it in the entire day. I just couldn't get enough of it. Recalling every time I intentionally leaned in closer to her yesterday, just so I could take a deep breath of her fragrance and relish in it. She probably thinks I'm a freak I scold myself for my strange behavior. Remembering how soft and supple her skin felt beneath my touch, how my touch caused tiny goosebumps to appear against her skin. I think back to when I slid my hand up her skirt how badly I wanted to touch every part of her and how hard it was to control myself in that moment. I throw my pillow over my face and muffle my groan before setting it aside and peaking at my clock.

Selene should be getting home from the gym right about now and prepping for her shower. I sit up in my bed thinking about her standing in her room wearing that skirt and just a bra. I lick my lips as I think about how her voluptuous round ass lifts that skirt a few inches higher than it's supposed to be. I've fantasized about how it would feel to hold that ass in my hands more times than I can count. Envisioning how those cheeks would ripple beneath a smack of my hand. How good they would look bouncing against my body thrusting into her from behind. Her chest was begging to spill out of that bra yesterday. I imagine her allowing me to set them free from their restraints, how they would feel in my large hands. I bet my hands would look small in comparison. Those seductive eyes have haunted my thoughts all night. That unique bright turquoise color with specks of grey that are only noticable when you pay close attention. My cock twitches under my basketball shorts thinking about those eyes looking up at me beneath those thick full lashes as she takes all of me in her mouth. I wanted so badly to touch every part of her yesterday and I almost lost all control and gave into my primal instincts. Ugh! I'm such an idiot.

I move from my bed to my bedroom window looking out into the night before staring at her window. My thoughts Willing her to come to the window, begging for just one glance at her. Her blinds are closed as usual, it's been like that for years now. When we were younger she always had them open, insuring I'd never be alone, she would always be there for me any time I needed her. Selene was my best friend and I allowed Leviathan to build this trench between us. I want so badly to jump across this abyss and reclaim her but I know it's impossible. There's probably too much damage to repair anyway.

My blood boils at the thought of Leviathan. There isn't a single person on this planet I could ever hate more than that spoiled little shit. I wish it was possible to rid him from my life, but I'm stuck dealing with him until one of us croaks. It's not common knowledge, but he's actually my cousin. I don't even think we've even told selene about our blood relation. In all honesty I'd deny it anyway. Selene's light flicks on catching my eye. I stand up straight placing both hands on the window seal then lean forward hoping I'd get a chance to see her.

Don't judge me, I'm not some peeping Tom pervert. Selene was my first crush, my only crush really. I Vowed to marry that girl all through my childhood, even asked her parents permission many times. I look over at the run down treehouse between our houses. Remembering the summer I spent building it by hand refusing to let anyone help me, wanting it to be perfect. All because when I asked her dad to let me marry selene his response was "You're too young for marriage. How will you provide for my baby? Where will you live?" I built that house for her, to prove to her father I'd always provide for her and take care of her, no matter what. I spent most of my life doing everything I could to prove to Mr. and Mrs. Delray that I was worthy of their daughter and I would be someone they would be proud to have join the family. We spent many years playing in that treehouse, it was our secret meeting place when we would sneak out of our rooms at night. When Selene's mother first got sick she would have nightmares almost every night. She'd call out my name through these little makeshift Dixie cup phones we had strung between our houses. I can still hear that sweet voice and the way she said Dez. We'd meet in the treehouse and I'd spend all night consoling her and making her feel safe and happy again. I'd do everything in my power to make her forget about the bad and ugly in this world. I miss being able to hold her close like that.

I let out a sigh before turning away from the window. I know deep down she's not coming, she never comes to the window anymore. I've known for many years that I've lost her and I'll probably never get her back. I head for the shower knowing there's no point in trying to get more sleep, might as well get ready for school.

The best part of my senior year is going to be sitting next to Selene. When I came in yesterday and saw my name next to hers on the seating arrangement sheet it took everything in me to contain my excitement and play it cool. I knew I'd have to come up with an excuse to talk to her, there's no way I'd be able to go the entire school year without being able to try repairing some kind of friendship between the two of us. I sit in my chair waiting for the rest of the class to file in, if I'm being completely honest I'm just waiting for Selene. I could care less about anyone else in this school. I pull out the neon green pencil I borrowed from her yesterday and tap the eraser on the table to pass the time. I had a whole pack of pencils and didn't need this one but I needed an excuse to hear that sweet voice respond to me. I have no intention on giving it back to her. I hear her voice before I see her walk into the classroom. My heart rate increases anticipating finally getting the chance to see her. It's only been a few hours but it feels like an eternity. She walks in with that Rosa girl she's always with, the two of them lost in conversation with each other. Selene's dark brown hair is down in curls that flow to her lower back. What I would give to wrap my hands in her hair. She's short compared to other girls at this school, only shoulder hight to her friend Rosa, but in my eyes she's perfect. Her nose dose that cute thing where it scrunches up as she looks up at her friend listening to whatever it is she's saying. That thing she does with her nose signifies they're talking about something Selene dislikes. Her arms are crossed over her chest holding some notebooks between her arms and breasts blocking my view from her chest. The two make their way towards me and I stair off in the opposite direction pretending not to notice them.

"Come on, just let me come over this weekend. I'll be on my best behavior." Rosa pouts as she makes her way to her seat in front of us.

"I already told you, I'm not aloud to have anyone over." Selene explained as she pulls out the chair next to me before taking her seat. That familiar smell caresses my nostrils causing my eyes to close as I inhale deeply.

"You gotta learn to stand up to your dad. Do you want me to talk to him for you? You're already on this insane schedule, and I never get to hang with you outside of the gym and school."

"I already told you, my dad is going on a business trip this weekend there is no chance he'll change his mind." Selene sounds exasperated with the conversation as she lets out a long breath and pinches the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

" Wanna bet. I'm talking to William about this. He can't leave his precious baby girl home alone all weekend. What if something happens to you? It's irresponsible parenting." Rosa argues not giving up on the topic. I cover my mouth with my left hand trying to hide the smirk creeping on my lips, not wanting them to know I'm listening in.

"Whatever Rosa. Do what you want, I give."

"What's with the cranky attitude?"

"No attitude. I just didn't get enough sleep and this conversation is mute. I'm seventeen not eight, and there's no home alone when the entire staff will be at the house all weekend." Selene says tucking the stray hairs behind her ear.

The bell rings ending their conversation as Rosa rolls her eyes and turns around in her seat. I'm happy to finally get Selene all to myself but I'm quickly reminded that's not the case when the parasite flops down at our table. I'm tempted to break his fucking face and send him to the hospital so I can get him away from Selene. The only downside is I'd get kicked out and would miss out on being near her too. I can imagine the lecture my dad would give me after that. What a disappointment I'd be if I ruined my perfect attendance my last year of highschool, what if I destroyed my chances at a presteen collage? My dad is the Head Master and the only reason Leviathan and I get away with our constant fights. As long as neither of us are sent to the hospital, no police reports are made, and our grades remain in the top 5 stats of the school we can pretty much beat the crap out of each other with little consequence. The most important thing to my dad is education, heaven forbid I have anything on my record to tarnish it.

Mr. Oliver stands in the front of the room drawing everyone's attention as he begins his lecture. I don't pay much attention to what he's saying because the workbook he handed out yesterday had the first months worth of work in it and I've already finished it. Instead I pretend to pay attention as I secretly watch Selene. Everything she does is absolutely adorable, the way she furrows her brows when she's concentrating, the way she scrunches her nose when she disagrees, the way she bites on her bottom lip when she's nervous or embarrassed. It drives me wild every time I see her take that full bottom lip between those perfect teeth of hers. I can't get enough of her intoxicating fragrance coconut and almond mixed with some exotic tang I could never figure out. Selene is like a drug to me, I crave every part of her, and if I could get even one taste I know I'd be addicted to her for the rest of my life.

Leviathan bumps his elbow against her arm when the teacher has finished his speech and directed everyone to begin their work books. The sight of it makes my blood boil and I have to resist the urge to slam his face into the table. Selene simply pulls her arm closer to her body attempting to give him more room as she begins writing in her workbook. Always trying to be considerate of others, but what she doesn't realize is he's purposely trying to touch her. She pays him no attention but I see the way he looks at her, like he's a predator who's locked in on his prey. Waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on her and devour her. I watch his eyes trail to her full breasts lingering too long for my liking, before his vile tongue pokes out of his mouth to licks his busted lips. My hands involuntarily ball into fists as I think of all the ways I can inflict pain on that peace of shit. I want so badly to grab Selene's chair and drag it closer to me, to put distance between the two of them. Honestly I don't know how much of this I can take. His eyes shift to mine as he notices his actions were not as suttle as he assumed. His mouth curves up into that cocky smirk of his. And that's it. I've had enough I'm going to knock this mother fucker out.