15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Presley

The ride back to school was quiet. Before I left Braxton’s car, he grabbed me for one last kiss, taking my breath away and making me put my number in his phone. I fucking hate that our time together came to an end so quickly, but my so-called boyfriend has a game in a few hours and I’m required to be there. Such fucking bullshit.

Entering the bathroom, I see my friends are already here doing their makeup.

“Where the hell have you been?” Violet asks and I smirk.

“Can you guys keep a secret?” I ask the three of them who nod their heads in unison,

“I was with the new boy, Braxton.” I say and they scream in excitement as I cover my face with embarrassment. “Would you guys shut up?” I say and they laugh.

“Oh, we need the deets girl, and am I painting your face with the usual?” Mila says, and I nod.

“Don’t have much of a choice now, do I? We just gotta stop at my locker to grab his jersey and throw it on. Anything to please the quarterback.” I mock.

“So tell us, where did he take you?” Marcy asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Does he have a big dick? I feel like he would be the one with the monster cock.” Violet says.

“No, that’s Caspian.” I answer, realizing what I said after I said it. Fuck.

“Wait a second, how do you know how big Caspian is?” Mila asks as they all stare at me.

“You’re such a slut, bitch. Have you fucked them all?” Violet asks giggling and that shit right there pisses me the fuck off and is exactly why I never tell them anything. They would never believe what I go through. Period.

“Remember, I’m friends with Maverick. We did movie night last week and I accidentally walked in on Caspian getting out of the shower. So no, I didn’t fuck him or any of them for that matter.” I lie. They don’t need to know that Maverick was my first.

“If that's the story you’re sticking with. Hoebag.” Marcy says hip bumping me as Mila paints the number forty-five on her face.

“It’s the truth, but anyway, Braxton took me for food, and then we had a picnic on the hood of his car. It was incredible.” I say and they giggle.

“That’s it? Nothing else happened?” Mila asks and I roll my eyes.

“He’s a gentleman. So no, nothing else happened. Plus I have a whole boyfriend. Helllooooooo.” I remind them, but I see the look on Mila’s face the minute I said nothing happened. It was like she’s disappointed that I didn't cheat on Jacob Lee.

“Ahhh, fuck that quarterback.” Violet laughs and I school my features as Mila stands in front of me to paint my face with the dickheads number. Twenty-three.

“Oh, I will fuck the quarterback. After the game. We all know how the team is about ‘no sex before the game’ bullshit.” I mock and there’s that look again. Disgust is written all over Mila’s face as she swipes the brush against my cheek.

“What's the problem, Mila? Your Amber is showing.” I spit, making a dig at her attitude matching her bitch of a sister. I’m so sick and tired of the bullshit.

“Nothing. What do you mean?” She says, and I roll my eyes.

“Whatever you say.” I reply as she finishes with my face paint. We all turn to look at ourselves in the mirror and I hate the person looking back at me. Like always, I just plaster a fake smile and head for the exit.

“I’m going to grab my jersey. I’ll meet you guys on the bleachers?” I say, leaving the bathroom. I really wish I could just say fuck it and walk out the front doors and go hangout with the Cyprus boys, but I can’t. I’m too afraid of what the consequences will be.

Hours later, and yet another win from the football team, Jacob grips my hips, picking me up off my feet in the middle of the field and twirling me around as he celebrates his win.

“We did it again, Pres. We fucking did it!” He cheers before placing me down. He rips his helmet off and cups my face.

“Happy Birthday baby, I love you. I’m going to go with the guys for a little while, then I’ll pick you up for a night out. I’ll text you.” He says, kissing me before I can say anything.

“Okay, don’t forget, my party is in a few days.” I remind him and he grips me tighter.

“I didn’t forget. It’s going to be awesome.” He says before one of the guys comes up to him, dragging him away. Thank fucking god.

Leaving the field, I try to find the girls to catch a ride with one of them, but there’s so many people I can’t fucking find them. Fuck. I head for the school in hopes maybe they’re inside by their lockers.

Opening the side doors, I jump as I slam into a hard chest causing me to stumble back but strong hands steady me.

“Hey, you’ve been avoiding me, Beauty.” Mav says and I roll my eyes walking around him, but he grips my hips from behind, wrapping his arms around my waist. Why must he do this?

“Please let me talk to you. I don’t like how we left things.” He pleads and I spin in his arms, pushing at his chest, but he doesn't let go, he only grips me tighter.

“Why? We’re just friends, Mav. Those are the rules you set out, remember?” I say as he cups my face, forcing me to look up at him.

“That’s not what I want anymore.” He whispers, pressing me against a locker. Thank god the halls are deserted.

“Bullshit. Then what? Just pass me along to your brothers? I’m not a fucking whore, Maverick.” I spit and he shakes his head, pressing his body into mine. God, the urge to give into him is sooooo fucking strong.

“I’d never do that, Pres. Not with you.” He says as he looks into my eyes, then down to my lips and back up again. Fuck. I want him to kiss me, but I know, I know what his kisses do to me.

“Mav, don’t,” I whisper, but he licks his lips before pressing them against mine so gently. I fall into the kiss, moaning as his tongue swirls against mine. He pulls back with a smirk as I try to catch my breath.

“You always taste so good, Beauty.” He says before kissing me again. I don’t know how long we stand there for, getting lost in one another in the middle of the deserted hallway, but it’s not until a throat clears that he pulls away.

“You guys need to leave and take your little party somewhere else. I need to lock the school.” The janitor warns. We both laugh and walk out the same door we came in. The sun has set and there's not a single person in sight. He grabs my hand, leading me to the parking lot.

“I’ll take you home, unless you want to come hang for a bit at my place?” He asks with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, but I shake my head.

“Not tonight.” I say as we approach his Thunderbird. He goes to open the door but presses me against it and wraps his hand around my throat, thumbing my bottom lip. Jesus, this guy. A blush crawls up my cheeks and he smirks.

“I can’t stop kissing you Beauty. I want to devour you.” He admits, causing my breathing to hitch.

“I have a boyfriend, Mav, you can't keep kissing me like that.” I say, and he shakes his head.

“Fuck that guy. You deserve better.” He says, gliding his lips against mine. Fucking Christ. His words hit home more than he will ever know. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me again, he backs up and opens the door.

“Let’s get you home, birthday girl. Before I start thinking with my dick.” He laughs and I shake my head.

“Such a beast.” I giggle, climbing in. I wish he could just take me somewhere no one will ever find us and just live in a bubble of happiness, but no. All he’s going to do is drop me off at the devil’s lair.

He starts up the car and heads to my house. I hate having to go back there. I really hope Stan and my mom are occupied so I can just go to my room and relax.

“So, did you have a good day today?” He asks, and I laugh.

“I did for the most part. Brax took me out to lunch–” I start to say but Mav slams on the brakes in the middle of the road causing me to brace myself so my head doesn't smash into the windshield.

“What the fuck Mav?” I yell as he turns in his seat.

“My brother took you out?” he growls. Oh, is he jealous? That’s new.

“He sure did, and I had a great time, too.” I say. He slams his hand on the steering wheel as he puts his foot on the gas and continues to drive.

“Is that a problem?” I ask and he grunts.

“Nope. Not at all.” He replies sarcastically. Jesus fucking Christ.

“Am I not allowed to hang out with your brothers?” I chide as he drums his fingers against the shifter.

“You do as you please. I’ll deal with my brothers,” he simply states along with something else under his breath that I didn't catch because of the rumble of his engine. He stares forward and it doesn't take long before we’re pulling up to my hellhole.

“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” I say, reaching for the handle of the door. I grab the lever, but he grips the back of my neck, pulling me towards him.

“I’m sorry for being such a dick. I just want you for myself.” He admits, kissing me on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Beauty,” he adds and I nod a silent thanks. He lets me go and I climb out of the car, walk up the few steps and take a deep breath.

Opening the door, I hear him take off and I shut the door behind me, leaning my head back against it. Shutting my eyes, I think over everything that’s happened today and I feel like I have whiplash from these boys. I don’t even know why I'm entertaining any of them. I have a fucking boyfriend that I'm legit stuck with. There’s no chance for me to be with any of them, but I can’t help my stammering heart and the butterflies flying around in my stomach anytime they are near.

“Oh, you’re home. It’s about time. I have a little birthday present for you.” Stan says as I open my eyes and see him stumble a bit with a glass of what I assume is whiskey in his hand.

“I’m not in the mood for you tonight, Stan. I’ve had a long day at school.” I say, but he gets in my face. His breath smells like stale cigarettes, rubber and alcohol. I push him away but he growls, grabbing the top of my hair and pulling me towards him.

“Don’t be a brat. Come see what I did for us.” He orders, burping in my face. I damn near spill my guts from the smell.

Pushing him off me again only gets me a slap to the face. My head whips to the side as I drop my bag, but he wraps his hand around my throat as he pulls me against his chest. Spinning us around, he starts walking towards the living room. I stumble backwards the whole way as he squeezes tighter. He doesn’t let go as I try to watch my step, instead letting me trip over something, only to fall on my ass. That’s when I realized what I fell over. Legs. Legs of my mother. I look at her still body laying on the cream-colored carpet. I gasp as I see the foam leaking from her mouth as she stares at the ceiling.

“What the fuck did you do?” I scream as I hurry to her, trying to feel her wrist for a pulse. Leaning down on her chest, I don’t hear a heartbeat. Tears stream down my face at the realization. My mother's dead. My. Mother. Is. Dead. He killed her.

“I told you, you’d be mine.” He laughs and my eyes snap to his.

“I’ll never be yours, you fucking sicko!” I yell, gripping my mother's cold hand. She’s so fucking cold. How long has she been like this? What the fuck is happening? He bends down, pulling my hair again to look at him.

“I did this for us. I gave her a little more than she could handle so that we could be together. Happy birthday to you, my new wife.” He growls as I rip his hand off me.

“Fuck you.” I spit in his face. He quickly rears back, punching me in the face. My head snaps back as it bounces off the coffee table. He climbs on top of me, punching me in the face again and again.

“You’re all mine now. No one can have you!” He growls as he hits me again. My vision blurs as he moves from my face and shreds the clothes from my body. I can’t move, can’t breathe, and all I can do is wish forthe green-eyed boy to find me and save me from my own personal hell. Another blow to my face knocks me out.

As darkness takes over, all I see are five boys staring back at me, their eyes filled with disgust.

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