I watch her over my book, wriggling in her seat under my gaze. I can't help but chuckle to myself, she might look all prim and proper today, her hair tightly tied back, barely any makeup and school books spread around her, but she's definitely the same wild girl I watched running naked through the streets and had writhing beneath me. My cock twitches to life in my jeans at the thought. She was fighting to keep control of herself just now, I know she was. I can't wait to touch her again, I love how much she wants me.
I'm going to make her beg for it! This is going to be so much fun!
Other students start filling the room and when her friends come in and sit beside her, I see her relax a little, but still she glances my way every so often. Every time our eyes meet, she blushes and looks away, I'm loving this reaction and wondering how else I can get to her today. I want to know for sure it wasn't just the alcohol making her moan at my touch.
"I can't believe he knows it was me." I tell my friends on the way out of school. "It's been a week, I thought I was safe." "The fact he's taken a week is quite concerning actually, he really isn't the brightest spark." Jenny giggles to herself. "He might have got it out of his system though?" Rae says optimistically, glaring at Jenny for being unhelpful. "It doesn't seem like he's told anyone else at least." "Miss Jewkes. Do you have a minute?" Mr Whiting calls to me from the main door of the school. "I'll meet you by my car." I hand Rae my keys and follow Mr Whiting back to his classroom. Waiting inside is Shane and my heart stops as soon as our eyes meet. What the hell? Has he told Mr Whiting!? "Mr Woodson has asked for some assistance with his classes. I thought you'd be best to tutor him since I know you tutor some other students." "Uh…" I look from one to the other, my brain in too much of a panic to think of a reason
I've met Aurora for an hour after school every day for two weeks and even tried to make conversation between classes and at lunch but she's avoiding me and ignoring any conversation that doesn't relate to schoolwork. In the first few sessions she shut down every attempt I made to discuss seeing her at Andromeda's, finally threatening to stop tutoring me if I didn't focus on the work. So, I've actually been studying just to try to work out a way to get her to talk to me properly. It's having an unexpected side effect in that I'm starting to understand what's going on in my classes, I even replied in French when Mr Gordon asked me something. I'm not sure who was more shocked but he took me aside after class, telling me I had a good accent and to keep up the good work, even giving me a friendly shoulder pat as I left. I've never had a teacher look at me proudly before, I'm not sure how I feel about it.
He left!? After what happened, what almost happened, he just left. I'm so confused. He'd looked so hurt, I don't understand what's going on, he could have any girl, has had most of them, everyone knows Shane Woodson doesn't do more than one night stands. So why's he worried about what I'll feel like tomorrow? What's he playing at? Pulling my dress back on and straightening my hair out, I grab the bottle of sambuca and head downstairs, carefully since the floor seems to be dropping away from me every time I take a step. The party's still going strong and despite checking all over the house, Shane's nowhere to be found. I feel the desperate need to apologise to him, to ask him to come back and tell him that I don't hate him. To erase the hurt that was on his face before he left and ask him what's really going on. "Oi, share." Alex grabs the bottle from my hand and slings his arm over my shoulder. Leani
What the fuck is wrong with me? I went there to fucking do her, and then I lose my shit and leave when it's about to happen! I kick the fence, the pain shoots up my leg and I shout until my rage subsides. The image of her beautiful confused face floats into my brain. I need to get her out of my head. At that moment, two girls I vaguely remember from one of Billy's parties, stroll along the path, giggling together and sharing a giant bottle of coke. They see me and grin, offering me the bottle, I swig it down. Vodka, perfect. I'll get trashed. I follow them back to an empty house, flopping down on the sofa while they dance and kiss each other in an attempt to turn me on. I drain half the bottle, barely seeing the two girls in front of me, my head swimming and images of Aurora refusing to be chased from my brain. I look down, both girls are trying hard to bring some life to my flaccid cock, sucking and rubbi
I get home quite late on Saturday after spending the day playing computer games at Danny's. Thankfully my mums not home until Sunday night, I can't face any sort of questioning until I know what's going on in my own head. Now I'm alone, I let the thoughts of Shane flood my brain. I still don't really understand what happened last night, but I know I've got a crush on him that is refusing to go away. At least until I figure out what his game is, I hope it goes away then anyway, because I feel like an idiot right now. Who fancies their bully? Seriously? There's got to be a name for people like me and not a complimentary one! I hear a noise outside, like something large being knocked over and Molly starts barking, running towards the sound. Reluctantly, phone in hand and 999 already ent
Where am I? I wake up in a strange room, it's dark outside so I can't see very well and my brain's too foggy and painful to remember what I did. My arm feels heavy and I glance across to see a mass of red hair sprawled across my skin. Aurora? The shock makes me jump. Oh no, what did I do? "You're still alive then? How're you feeling?" She murmurs, my movement disturbing her. She yawns and sits up, sliding out of my arms, leaving me feeling cold and alone. "Barely, I feel like death. What am I doing here?" She grins down at me, the moonlight lighting her skin and I fight the urge to run my hand down her back. "I have no idea but I'm pretty sure I've been asking you that for at least a fortnight." My voice croaks a laugh and I grab my head, splitting pain rips through it. She offers me a glass from beside the bed, a box of painkillers in her other hand. "Here." "Thanks." She watches me swallow them down before speaking
I lie nervously on the chair in the tattoo shop, my jeans pushed low and my top on the chair underneath me. I grip Shane's hand as the guy, Marcus, traces the tattoo onto my skin. "Hey, you'll be fine." Shane whispers, kissing my fingers. The gesture is confusing and distracts me momentarily from my fear, but then the machine starts in the corner and I jump. Marcus comes towards me with the needle, buzzing like a thousand angry bees and I squeeze my eyes shut, crushing Shane's hand with mine. He whispers something in my ear, but I'm too stressed to take it in. Marcus's fingertips press into my skin and it's a matter of seconds before the needles touch me. Oh wow! I can handle this! No problem! It's nowhere near as bad as I was expecting, not even as bad as when I stabbed my finger with a pin at cadets the other day. I relax my hand, releasing the breath I was holding and opening my eyes to see Shane smiling at me. Even covered in cuts and bruises he's probabl
We stop off for fish and chips after the walk and I notice the lights are still off in her house when we get back. "Do you live alone?" She laughs, shaking her head. "Pretty much. Mum's away a lot, she travels about the country most weekends now I'm old enough not to kill myself if I'm left alone for too long." "What does she do?" "Um… just teaches courses and stuff." I know she's being deliberately evasive, but there must be a reason she doesn't want to say and although I was only asking to be polite, now I'm actually interested in what her mum does for a living. I store it in my brain to ask about another time and hurry around to take the bag of food from her when she goes to carry it indoors. "I'm not totally without manners." I say when she stares at me, pleasantly surprised when she leads me towards the living room. "I thought you'd be a meals at the table kind of girl." "I don't know how to respond to that." She switches on
"You look beautiful." I tell Aurora as she opens the front door, she's wearing a beautiful black dress that brushes the floor as she walks and she must have heels on, because she's almost tall enough that I don't have to lean down when I kiss her."You don't look bad yourself." She grins, looking me up and down in the stupid tux I got just for her."Woohoo Rory, get your ass in here." Luke hollers, sticking his head out of the sunroof of the limo we rented, her friends slip passed us to climb inside.As soon as we're in and the car starts to move, he pops the cork on a bottle of champagne while Jenny passes around plastic glasses.Despite complaining how lame the night will be, he definitely seems to be enjoying himself, Ruby sits beside him, clinging to his arm as
"Morning love muffin." Luke's smiling face rests on the pillow beside mine when I wake up. Oh god, what did I do? My gaze drops to his naked chest, a vague memory of standing in my underwear and kissing him flashes into my brain. "How much do you remember? Because, I shit you not, it was fucking amazing." "I don't remember anything." I say, burying my face in the pillow, forcing myself not to crawl away when his arm curls around my waist and he slides in too close. "I thought you might say that. So I've got us breakfast ready for round two this morning." He smacks my bottom and jumps out of bed. "How are you not feeling like death?" I complain, mor
Luke: Rory's at mine. Get here. Fast! It takes me ten minutes to get to his house, walking straight in and seeing her dress on the floor, two glasses on the table and an empty vodka bottle. Luke's on the sofa, his head in his hands, his shirt open all the way down. "I didn't, but shit did she make it hard not to." Luke slurs at me. "She's upstairs. Sort it out will you." She's under his quilt. She looks up at me, but struggles to focus. "Shane?" She gulps. "Are you ok?" "No." Tears run down her cheeks and I'm at her side, wiping them away with my thumbs
Something breaks inside me when I say those words. He looks so hurt and I can't stand to see it. I don't think about what I'm doing, I just start running. The pain in my legs and lungs helps block out the pain in my heart, so I keep running until I can't breathe. Panting heavily, I look around, I don't recognise anything around me. I turn in circles, trying to get my bearings when I notice a car pull up beside me. "Rory?" Luke lowers the window and I scowl, walking away from him. "Rory, get in the car, I'll take you home." "No, thanks I'm fine." He creeps along beside me. "I can see you're not. If I have to, I'll wrestle you in the damn thing, but I'm not leaving you here." I stop, turning to look at him. Everything hurts, I need it to stop hurting.
"Shane, what's going on?" My mother sits down on my bed. "Don't try to fob me off, you've been laying on the bed for days staring at the wall. Is it Aurora? Has she done something?" "We're done, I broke her mum, I broke us and I don't know how to fix it." She pulls me into her arms, cradling my head while I tell her what happened. About the bet, how I feel and how she won't let me explain. "It's fixable." My mum says decisively, stroking my hair back like when I was a child. "It'll just take a little time, tell her how you feel and show her how much she means to you. It'll work out, I'm sure of it." "Thanks." She leaves the room to answer the door. Minutes later, Luke appears dressed up in black jeans and a purple shirt. "Come on mate, we're getting your girl back, s
"Do you…" Danny appears beside me and I shake my head. "Not yet, I can't." I lock myself in the bathroom, breathing shakily, staring at my face in the mirror until I know I'm not going to fall apart. It'll get easier. Forcing a smile, I open the door, walking out, ignoring the concerned looks of my friends and pretending everything is fine. I will not let them break me. ¥ The next day I plan to pretend he doesn't exist, but he's waiting for me outside the doors with his friends. I hold m
Watching her drive away from me physically hurt, as though someone stuck a knife in my chest and sliced my heart in half before ripping it out through the hole. It takes me too long to recover and she's gone. Grabbing my phone, I know before I dial she's not going to answer, but I need to do something. Shane: Where are you? It's not like you think, please let me explain. I send her a message, running home to grab my car. She's not at her house, or any of her friends, so I just keep driving, hoping I'll see her somewhere. By seven, I've been back to her house twice and finally I see her car parked outside Danny's. "She doesn't want to see you mate, I'm sorry." Danny stands in the doorway blocking my path. A few of
Luke's sitting on his wall smoking when we pull up outside his house the next day. "You alright?" Shane says, eyeing him carefully when he chucks his cigarette onto the floor and grinds it with his shoe, breathing out a cloud of smoke before he steps into the car. "Yep, it's done." He says and Shane nods beside me, mouthing 'Ruby' at me as I pull the car onto the road. "Are you ok?" I ask, glancing at him in my rearview mirror, he gives me a massive smile and nods. "Course I am, just let me know when you ditch him and we can run away together, alright babe." He chuckles, patting Shane in the shoulder as if to say he's only kidding. "So no Billy?" Shane asks, making Luke chuckle.
I arrive back to pick her up early, planning to sit in the car and wait, but when a couple of parents start heading inside, I can't help myself hopping out of the car and following them. I hear her voice before I spot her, standing in the front of a group of teens, shouting instructions in a commanding voice and studying them all as they turn in sync with one another. The sound of their feet stomping in time echoes through the hall. She looks amazing, even in the shapeless blue uniform. I don't know why she didn't want me to see her. I watch mesmerized as she calls out instructions, marching alongside the cadets, turning them, marching them back. Correcting the few who make mistakes, she glances at the clock and calls out some more instructions. The cadets fall into a perfect square in front