APRILAs planned, Nick parked a block away from the Juvenile Detention Center and we walked the rest of the way.Surprisingly—like I said, Nick was full of surprises today—we engaged in harmless small talk and even shared some laughs on the way to the center, I was almost saddened that our arrival meant the end of our rapport, but I reminded myself that he would likely snap out of it soon, this was probably just him being professional because it was a school project.“Hello, we have an appointment slot for the next two hours,” Nick’s words to the police officer at the reception yanked me back to reality.“What name is your appointment under?” she asked him while clicking away on the keyboard before her.“Nick Bright,” he supplied.After a few more clicks on her keyboard, she called a warden to show us to the interrogation room where they assured us that the first teen we were to interview would be waiting. When we walked in, I carefully took in the scrawny teenage boy in blue scrubs a
APRILWe've been stuck in a traffic for more than 30 minutes now. The mood between us hasn't shifted since he lashed out at me earlier at the juvenile center. We haven't said a word to each other and I couldn't wait to get to school and get out of his suffocating presence. But the gods seems to have other plans because an announcement soon came from a megaphone, announcing an accident involving almost 7 cars a couple of miles ahead of us. It was the cause of the traffic and we were going to be here for at least 3 more hours.It was almost 10pm.Nick slammed a fist on the steering wheel after the announcement was done. I could tell that he was angry and he probably didn't want to be in my space for a minute longer than necessary. Well, that makes the two of us. I looked around the area we we were in. It was an economic area and because I haven't had anything to eat since early in the afternoon, I was already hungry. I could find a café, grab some pastries and food and stay there ti
APRILI collapsed against him, panting as if I just ran a marathon. It did feel like a marathon except that this was much more strenuous and pleasure.My breathing was just becoming regulated when the shame started to set in. I've done it again. Slept with Nick in public where we could have easily gotten arrested.I raised myself up slowly, careful not to meet his eyes. I was about to lift myself off him when he held me back and before I could process the reason, he ducked his head and sucked one of my boobs into his mouth.Holy shit!I was clothed but with the strokes of his tongue, it felt like I wasn't. His tongue continued its ministrations while his free hand grabbed my other boob and he squeezed with so much force that a scream-like moan left my mouth.I wanted to take my top off, I wanted to feel his mouth on my skin without any barrier.I attempted to pull my top over my head but he wouldn't let go. It seemed like all he cared about was sucking me."Nick, please... I need to t
APRILA parched throat and cement dry tongue woke me from sleep. It wasn’t a good one anyways, it’s lasted for about ten minutes after I’d struggled hopelessly to find sleep and I knew I might not be able to sleep back afterwards.I turned to my side hoping to find Nick in bed, but all there was were ruffled sheets to show that he'd gotten out of bed at some point. I figured he must've realized how weird it’d be to share the same bed with a woman he had no romantic inclination for and decided to crash in another room. That honestly didn’t bother me because I expected nothing of the sort from him or any of his friends, so I pushed the thought away and got out of bed with a yawn before throwing on a robe and setting out to find water for my desert dry throat.I found the kitchen easily, but what I didn’t expect to find was a shirtless Nick seated opposite the counter and sipping from a steaming cup. Whatever was in that cup was nowhere near as hot as he looked, his chest was a sinfull
BROOKE“Tell me why I shouldn’t start pimping you to other men so you can at least prove your worth?” mom asked like it was completely acceptable dinner conversation. In her painfully misguided defense, that was appropriate dinner conversation to her. It might seem berating and outrightly vulgar, but that was mom’s only way of interacting with me since I was a child. She’d groomed me to do everything in my power to please powerful and influential men in return for favors of various kinds. And after being used as a pawn of her all my life, I didn’t take her words lightly because I knew she could sell me off to as many men as were willing to pay to fuck me if I continued to piss her off. “Maybe if I make a rooster of men to run through you and pay me a substantial amount of money it’d make up for how useless you’ve proven to be, but I doubt any amount of money could compare to the endless privileges we’d be swimming in if you could manage to hold down your engagement,” she carried o
APRILExcitement buzzed through me as I looked through my application one last time.Competitions were my favorite part of schooling, it had always been so since I was a toddler and nothing changed up till now. We didn’t have much competitions at Enigma, but the few we had were always bloody, students would go to any length to win and one couldn’t blame them because the school always put up pretty amazing cash prizes to be won. This time around, we were gearing up for the Jaw Wars, an annual oratory competition where the winner went home with a ten thousand dollar cash prize, an all expense paid summer trip, and free tutoring sessions. While I enjoyed competing, the main reason I was signing up for the Jaw Wars was because the cash prize would help me pay off a huge chunk of my dad’s crippling debt that he’d left behind. For some reason, the loan sharks he owed thought it was wiser to bug his college daughter to pay off his debt rather than his ex wife who was swimming in wealth. U
APRILHow did Natalie manage to rope me into hell over and over again? It was an unsolvable mystery to me. We both knew that I didn’t care for parties. The sweaty bodies, deafening noises, random puking, marijuana filled air, the painful small talks, the provocative gestures from every corner, the parking lot full of random people fucking, the pressure to play beer pong, the irritating catcalling…I could go on and on, it was a fucking tedious experience and I had no idea how Natalie enjoyed them so much that she felt the need to drag me along. “Is it too late turn around and just have a night in with Vampire diaries and pizza?” I proposed a night of actual fun and relaxation. “That ship sailed hours ago, and besides,” Natalie paused and made a dramatic screeching noise as she honked outside a gate I assumed was the venue of the hellish gathering, “we’re here already!” I groaned and sunk into the passenger’s seat as the gates opened, wishing I could freeze time and disappear or so
APRILI’d expected an outburst. Insults raining down from every corner. Accusing fingers being pointed at me. Heels being flung my way. Literally anything but the puppy-looking sad eyes that were regarding me after I’d just been caught red-handed and meted out an apology. Despite apologizing, I still thought that I’d be met with hostility, but Brooke seemed too worn out with the argument to react in any way other than plain sadness. For some reason, that made my heart hurt on her behalf. The fact that she was too overwhelmed with sadness to wield any other emotion spoke volumes about their relationship. It was glaring that it was more of a burden than a relationship and it was slowly wearing the poor girl out. “It’s fine, at least I don’t need to give you much of a backstory to explain how shitty our relationship is, since you’ve seen it firsthand, you understand that it’s a complete shit show and nothing more,” she sunk to the floor, wiping her face with the back of her arm. I f