Two
Cherry
I move to rest my head on my hand as I watch Kevin sleep. He has his arm over his eyes, and the sheet is around his hips. He looks so beautiful, and I love him so much.
I thought that this moment would never come because he’s always fucking fighting it. Yeah, we make out, really hot and heavy, but I wanted more. Last night, he was drunk, and we went into the Lair, well, the clubhouse garage. We used to hangaround in here, but not much anymore. The older boys mess around in the clubhouse. My girls and I don’t come here often.
The Lair is divided into several sections, and we ended up in the last garage; it has a storage section at the top, like a loft. We’re lucky that we didn’t get caught.
I look at his morning wood, biting my lip. Yeah, one more time, and then I’ll leave. I decide to wake him by running my hand over his chest, down his stomach, stopping to play with his hard flesh.
“Hell, yes! Kevin, finally, you didn’t stop,” I say, kissing his lips.
Kevin opens one eye, looks at me, and then moves, sitting up in bed.
“Fuck! Tell me we didn’t,” Kevin asks, looking around the room and at the bed.
Of fuckingcourse, the evidence is right there that we made love.
Yeah, he took my virginity, but that’s the point. I’m not going to stay a virgin forever, and everyone is doing it. I wanted Kevin to be my first.
I’m so fucking happy that he was too fucking drunk to stop.
“Babe, of course we did; it’s about fucking time,” I say, moving my hand to wrap it around him.
“Oh, fuck me,” Keven groans, scrubbing his face.
“Yeah, well, I don’t regret it because it was going to happen sooner or later. It’s not like we don’t mess around,” I say, leaning down to kiss him.
Of fuckingcourse, he kisses me because he loves to kiss me.
Kevin pulls me close to him, and he gives me what I want.
What we want.
days later.
I walked out of my last English class. I love it because I love to write. My journal is full of poems. I turn the corner in a hurry to get to the gym. I need to get ready for the Volleyball game. It’s a home game, thank God.
“Cherry,” Bill yells, running up to me.
“Hey, what’s up,” I ask, turning up my lips.
The guy is okay in a cute, shy way. I look at the red creep up his neck, spreading through his face. He flips his head, tossing his hair out of his eyes.
“Cherry, I . . . . um . . . .I want to invite you to the Junior’s Prom,” Bill says, raising his brows.
“Oh Bill, that’s so sweet, but I don’t know if I can go.”
“Uh, okay. I hope you can; let me know,” Bill says, tossing his head again.
“Yeah, right. I will let you know. I need to get going; I have a game,” I say, nodding.
“Right. Talk later,” Bill says, taking a step to the side.
“Later.”
I’m going to be late, so I start running to get ready for the game.
The volleyball comes straight at me, and I hit it over the net; the blonde bitch hits it, and I jump and slam it.
“You touched the net,” Blondie yells, waving her arms.
“Seriously, you’re lying. I did not touch the net. I slammed the ball, and you’re too slow to hit it,” I yell, bopping my head.
“You’re just a slutty MC girl! All you do is cheat,” Blondie yells, flushed face and bright eyes.
“Girls! Rose, Cherrie, you need to stop,” Coach Adams yells, walking over to us.
Then Rose runs under the net and punches my face twice, knocking my head back, and blood splatters on me. I move my hand to tap a finger on my lip.
“Fuck!”
“Cherry, watch your mouth and go to the nurse,” Coach Adams yells, blowing her whistle.
I glare at Rose, and look at her good. She’s going to get her ass kicked, I don’t know when, but she’s on my shit list. Stupid bitch thinks that her shit doesn’t stink. She knows who I am, but I don’t fucking know a damn thing about her, but I’m going to find out.
“Rose White, you earned yourself a red card; go to the bench, you’re disqualified,” Coach Lee, the Central High School coach, grabs Rose’s arm, staring at her.
Rose White, humm. She’s more like Rose thorn; yeah, she has fucking has thorns.
Oh yeah, she’s pissed off.
“Cherry,” Kevin yells, running over to me.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I hum, looking at him.
“Fuck, that bitch hit you hard,” Josh says, looking at my nose as he touches it.
“The bitch did, but I’m going to kick her ass,” I hum, lowering my eyelids.
“Let’s go to the Nurse's office,” Kevin says, taking my arm.
“Yeah.”
“It looks like you’re going to have a black eye,” Kevin says, looking at my face.
“Bitch is going to pay. I want you to teach me some kickboxing.”
“Yeah, I will,” Kevin says, taking my hand.
He always takes my hand when I get hurt and that makes me feel so good, special.
“Wow! That girl really hit you,” Halo hums, looking at my face.
“Let me see,” Mommy says, walking around Halo.
Mommy moves her hand and holds my chin, tilting my face to look.
“Oh my, she gave you a nasty black eye and a split lip, but you will be okay. Pixie, get me the ice bag,” Mommy hums, moving her head from side to side.
“Okay,” Pixie hums, walking to the kitchen.
“I’m going to kick her ass,” I hum.
“I don’t want you fighting at school,” Mommy says, pressing her lips tight.
“Mom, Cherry needs to kick her ass, it’s a must,” Pixie says, holding the ice bag.
“Yeah, she knows that I’m an MC brat; she shouted at the court that I’m a slutty MC girl and that all I do is cheat. It pissed me off that she’s talking shit,” I hum, closing my eyes.
Mommy pushes my hair back from my face and places the ice bag on my eye.
“You know that people do not understand our lifestyle. They’re ignorant and scared, so they go off. I don’t want you to fight because you’re better than that,” Mommy hums, looking at me.
“Hell no! Mom, she has to kick her ass,” Halo hisses, resting her hands on her waist.
“Yeah, I’m going to train and learn to kickbox to kick her skinny ass and anyone else that dares to try to humiliate me.”
“That’s my girl,” Pixie hums, doing a happy dance.
“Hell yes, you kick her ass,” Halo hisses, lowering her eyelids.
“Girls, you’re going to be the death of me,” Mommy hums, moving her head from side to side.
Later.
I walk out of the clubhouse and across the gravel drive. I walk into the Lair and see Kevin at the table smoking. I walk over to sit next to Kevin.
“Hey.”
“Cherry, you’re getting a black eye,” Kevin hums, moving his fingers to my face. He turns my face to look at the ugly bruises.
“Yeah, the bitch caused some damage. I’m so pissed at myself! I never dreamed that she would hit me.”
“Hell, that was a bitch move. I think that learning how to defend yourself is good. -We can start you on weight lifting to get you strong, then we work into kickboxing,” Kevin says, taking a drag.
“Okay, that sounds good. Kevin, I want you to take me to your Junior’s Prom.”
“What? No way, I’m not going to no fucking prom!”
“Okay, well, then I’m going without you.”
“What the hell! You’re not going!”
“Like hell, I’m not. It’s our high school moment. I was invited to go to the Junior Prom. So if you don’t want to take me, I’ll go with Bill.”
“Fuck! You’re not going with Bill. Bill, who,” Kevin asks, dropping the cigarette on the concrete floor.
“I’m not going to tell you so you can kick his ass,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“You’re not going with him,” Kevin hisses, grabbing my arms and pulling me close.
“Then you’re taking me?”
I gaze into his emerald green eyes, and I know that he hates it, but he will take me.
“Yes.”
“Hell, yes! I can’t wait! I’m going to get myself a nice dress, and don’t forget to get the tux.”
“Right.”
I throw my arms around his shoulders, go to my toes, and kiss him. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close. He runs his lips across my face and kisses my neck.
“Cherry, but one condition. We will not fuck,” Kevin whispers.
I slide my arms down and shove him away, shaking my head.
“That’s fucking unbelievable! What the hell are you thinking? Why the fuck not,” I hiss, resting my hands on my waist.
“I have legit reasons, and that’s it,” Kevin snarls, walking away from me.
“Kevin, you need to tell me why not!”
“That’s the only condition, so take it or leave it.”
I watch him walk out of the garage, and I’m so ready to kill him.