Chapter Six

Dedicated to My friend Britteny Rock

Crazy person but very fragile, love you Brits.

Beep, beep beep. "Oh shut the hell up." I scold putting my pillow over my head, trying to reach the alarm clock to switch it off.

 

I sat down on the bed realizing it was Monday which means it was time for school. Ugh. Crissy left last night so I kind of got a good sleep. 

 

I looked at the alarm clock, it was six thirty-five. I got off my bed and went straight to the mirror to look at myself. "What a mess, my curls are so tangled up." I scolded myself. 

 

I took a quick shower, when I was finished bathing I pulled my hair into a ponytail.

I immediately got dressed then ran downstairs for breakfast. 

 

 

"Hey Dad, where's mum? "

I greeted dad with a kiss on the forehead. 

 

"Well after the morning breakfast yesterday, she had to take care of some things at the hospital. Since that, she hasn't returned home. " He looked at me with sorrowful eyes. 

 

Did I sleep through all this? I didn't know mom never came home, damn. I thought. 

 

"Did you try calling her?" I asked really worried. 

 

"Yes I did, she answered and told me she got caught up with work."

 

"Oh, well then she's fine. Right? " I asked.

 

He sighed, then shook his head he left then went upstairs to his room. 

Does he think mum is cheating? 

She won't do him that, at least I don't think so. 

 

I heard the sound of Crissy car and grabbed a bagel then left. 

 

We left with the music on blast like usual.

 

We pulled up in the school's car park. I looked outside and just stared at the students passing by.

 

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Crissy asked me while unbuckling her seat belt.

 

"Sigh. Mr Clarke wants me to be with him and Tristan also wants to be with me.

We kissed and it felt amazing. I don't know what to do at this point." I manage to blurt out. 

Guess I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. 

 

Her face lit up. "Omg. Yay. So who your gonna choose? " she propped her chin with her hands. 

 

I chuckled. "Well, I don't know Crissy. I like Mr Clarke but it's wrong to like him, and I really like Tristan but it's also wrong. "

 

"All I heard was blah blah blah, I choose Mr Clarke." She mocked. 

 

I punched her on the arm. "I didn't say that!"

 

"I know, that is what I wanna hear. Tristan is your best friend Emma. Best friend relationship doesn't go well."

 

"That's not true, Crissy." I protest. 

 

She held up her hands in surrender. "I'm just saying."

 

"Ugh whatever, let's go to class already. I'll let you know when I make up my mind." I told her.

 

I've been to all my classes so far and managed to avoid Tristan and Mr Clarke. I was doing good. 

 

It's lunch and I'm not even hungry, so I just bought a juice and an apple. 

I made my way down the hall and stopped at my locker, putting away my books. 

 

"Are you avoiding me?" I felt a warm breath breathe into my neck. "It's time I teach you the meaning of dominance Emma."

I spun around at that final statement and saw Tristan, his eyes were dark and full of lust. 

 

"Come with me now!" He said as he pulled my hand and dragged me into the boy's bathroom and into a toilet, locking the door. 

 

"Gosh, you smell good. I'm gonna show you a part of me you've never seen before."

 

He caressed my face with his finger then held my hands above my head with one of his hands. The other made its way up my skirt and pulled aside my panty which was already soaked by his possessiveness towards me. 

 

He pushed two fingers inside of me which made me yelp in pain and pleasure. 

 

"Your so tight buttercup." He groaned against my ears, making him thrust harder and faster inside of me. 

 

I was dripping with juices all over his fingers. I tiptoed and gripped tightly to his Jersey. 

 

"Tris-stan please." I moaned. 

 

"Please what Emma." He whispered.

 

"Please stop."

 

"Are you gonna cum for me buttercup? I'm not going to stop unless you cum."

 

"Yes, I'm gonna cum." 

 

I cummed all over his jeans. It made him chuckle and it made me feel really embarrassed.

 

"Don't feel bad buttercup, I find it really sexy." He held my chin and passionately kissed my lips. 

 

We sneaked out into the hallway. As I was about to depart from him he held onto my hand. 

 

"You wait for me after school okay, I'm not done with you buttercup."

 

He left leaving chills to go up to my spine. Why am I turned on by his possessiveness?  

 

Fuck. I really liked it.