Chapter 2 #2
Fuck! Think quickly Charlee, he doesn’t like to be ignored. Taking another bite of my chicken, I figure I’ll just tell him the truth but omit some of the details.
Me:
Going to the game at school. Maybe after? Depending on how late it is.
Shutting the screen off, I continue eating, hoping my answer suffices him.
After we’re done, I help my mom clear the table and load the dishes into the dishwasher.
Kissing her cheek, I leave the kitchen and place a kiss on my father's head as he sits in his chair getting ready to watch a game that’s coming on TV.
“Don’t go Charlee, this will not end well.”
“Please stay with us, please.”
I grit my teeth, ignoring the voices in my head that I cannot explain. Walking to the front door, I glance over my shoulder.
“See you guys later, love you,” I yell as I leave the house and head back to school. I really need to ask my parents for a car. Depending on Quinn for a ride was one thing, but now that she’s gone, I think it’s time to get one of my own.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out. Shit!
Jer:
Football game at the high school? I didn’t take you for the school-spirit type of girl.
Jer:
I’m not sure how I feel about this little revelation. You never ever showed interest. You and Quinn never went to any games. Why now?
Jer:
Which boy is it?
Jer:
Sky, answer me.
Taking a deep breath, I need to diffuse the situation. He sounds mad, and I don’t want his attitude to sour my mood.
Me:
It’s for an assignment. If I don’t go. I fail.
Not a total lie, I have to do it for a class next semester, but he doesn’t need to know that. My phone vibrates in my hand, and I brace myself for his response.
Jer:
Old Neuman still doing that shit?
I blow out the breath I was holding, thanking God he’s not mad.
Me:
Yep, and it’s stupid. He’s a math teacher. Why does he care so much about the football team?
Jer:
That’s because he was injured playing college ball. Came home and became one of the assistant coaches. After that, he finished with a math degree and has been assigning that shit ever since.
Me:
Makes sense. So I’m heading there now. Maybe if I get out of there early enough, I’ll get to see you.
Jer:
Text me when you’re done. Be a good girl, Sky.
Me:
I will, Jer. Talk later.
Shutting off the screen, I slide my phone into my pocket and realize I’m at the school.
The parking lot is already packed with cars and people walking towards the field.
I arrive at the gate, show my ID, and head for the bleachers.
The atmosphere is electric; everyone’s in high spirits and filled with excitement for the game tonight.
I find my seat in the bottom row and feel eyes on me.
I look around and see a few girls with snarls on their faces.
I roll my eyes and watch the field as the team comes out.
Spotting Vaughn, he looks in the crowd and finally spots me.
He winks, making me blush as he waves. I give him a little wave back as my heart beats a mile a minute in my chest. I can’t believe I’m here, wearing Vaughn's jersey, and he acknowledged me in front of all these people, despite the whispers of how and why I smile as I watch him warm up. The cheerleading squad comes out and does the same and my eyes collide with Clara’s and I smirk.
She narrows hers at me and I flip her the bird.
Fuck her and her friends. If Vaughn wants me here wearing his jersey, then fuck them bitches and anyone else that has a problem with it.
A few hours later, the game ended, and we won.
During halftime, Vaughn came into the stands and kissed me in front of everyone, which only seemed to piss Clara off further.
He told me to wait by his car after the game, so here I am standing next to his lifted Chevy truck as the parking lot starts to empty.
I take out my phone, looking at the time, and see if I have any missed texts from Jer, which I don’t, thank god.
As much as I want to see him, I also want to see where the night takes me with Vaughn.
A smile spreads across my face as I think about the kiss during halftime, but then I hear someone approaching, and my phone is slapped out of my hand.
“What are you smiling about, pig?” Clara spits, pushing me into his truck. Harsh metal stabs into my back, and I cry out in pain as she wraps her hand around my hair, pulling it.
“Hold her still,” she orders the others as I try to get out of her hold, but the glint of metal has me freezing while Donna and June press me harder against the metal running board. The metal digging painfully into my back.
“You think he wants you over me? Let’s see how much he likes you after this,” she growls as the snap of scissors has me thrashing against them.
“No, get off me!” I yell, and she laughs as I hear and feel the sharp blade glide through my thick locks as droplets of my hair fly around us. Tears fall down my face with every snap of the shears. I scream for help, but all they do is laugh and continue to cut my hair.
“Hey, hey!” a masculine voice yells out. “Get the fuck off her,” he yells again. As Clara spits in my face.
“This is just the beginning, little piglet. I’m coming for you,” she growls as Vaughn and Reggie pull the girls off me. Wiping my face, he spins on her, blocking my view.
“Get the fuck out of here! Now!” he yells, and she scampers away like a little rat. I bend down and pick up my phone, thanking God the screen isn’t cracked. He turns back to me and cups my face. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I took so long,” he says, and I nod.
“I-I’ll be okay.” I stammer, my back feeling like it’s been ripped apart by his metal step. He looks over my face and sees what they did to my hair. He runs his fingers through what’s left as tears pour down my face. He looks over and nods for Reggie to leave. Then looks back at me.
“You are still as gorgeous as you were before you stepped out of the gates. It’s just hair. It will grow back,” he says, and I laugh. Stupid boys don’t understand.
“Can you take me home, please?” I ask, and he sighs.
“This is not what I had planned for us, baby, but if that’s what you want.
I’ll take you home.” He smiles. Opening his truck door and helping me into the passenger seat.
I hop in and sit, wishing those bitches hadn’t ruined my night.
Now I feel bad, but I also just want to be home where I know I’m safe.
He gets in, starts her up and backs out of the spot, leaving school and heading to our neighborhood. The ride is silent, and I feel so fucking stupid. I take off his jersey as we pull up to my house and place it in his lap.
“Thanks for tonight. I wish it would’ve ended better,” I say, opening the door and hopping down. He gets out and meets me halfway, taking my hand into his and walking me to my front door.
“Hey Charlee, you didn’t have to give back the jersey. I really loved seeing you in it,” he tells me, and I smile, nodding. He steps into my space, cupping my face. “Do you think I could take you out next week? Like on a date?” He asks and I nod.
“I’d like that,” I say as he presses his lips to mine, as my front door swings open. I gasp and jump away from his embrace as the door shuts and Jeremy steps out.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He asks, and my eyes widen as he looks at me and then Vaughn.
“Just dropping my girl off,” Vaughn responds, and I cringe, wanting to run inside and hide.
“Is that so?” Jeremy asks, and Vaughn nods, waving to me and then turning to leave when Jeremy grabs him and slams him against the house.
Oh, shit!
“Word of advice, son, don’t claim what’s not yours, and if I see you around here again, I’ll kick your dick in.” He spits and lets him go. Vaughn's eyes widen, and he runs for his truck. Once he pulls off, Jeremy spins on me with rage in his eyes.
“Come with me. Now!” he orders, gripping my arm and pulling me around to the side of the house, pressing me against the siding, caging me in.
“Jer, let me explain,” I stammer out, but he places a finger over my lips.
“I don’t ever, fucking ever, want to see another man touching you!” He growls, running his finger along my jaw over my breast and down my rib cage. My breathing hitches when he slides his hand into my pants under my panties flicking my clit.
“Jer,” I pant as he sinks a finger inside me and uses his thumb to rub tight circles around me.
“No, Sky. Seeing that boy with his hands all over you, made me crazy. You’re mine. Not his. Do you understand me?” he snaps, as his fingers work me over to the point my legs are trembling.
“Shit, Jer, I-I nee—” but he interrupts.
“I know what you need, I’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good—a writhing mess on my fingers,” he groans, biting down on my jaw.
“You make me feral, Sky. When I’m not with you.
You are all I think about. I want you with me every day, baby.
” He admits, making my heart skip a beat, as my hips roll against him.
“Oh, god. You feel so good, Jer.” I whimper as he bends a little, biting my hard nipple through my tank top.
“Goddamn baby. You’re so fucking wet. Do you want me?” he asks, and I whimper.
“Yes, Jer. I want you so fucking bad,” I whine.
“Then take my dick out and show me.” He orders, and I unbutton his jeans, pulling down the zipper and sliding my hand into his boxers, wrapping my fist around his thick length.
“I want you in my mouth. That’s one thing we haven’t done yet,” I pant, and he grins, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
“You're right, but this isn’t the time and place for that. It’s late and we’re running out of time, but this weekend,” he groans as my thumb swipes over his tip.
“If you come over this weekend, I’ll let you do it.
You can stay the night and I’ll make you cum for hours, baby.
” He hisses as I flood his fingers and pump him faster.
His words egg me on, and just the thought of being with him all night, damn near sends me over the edge.
“Yes, Jer, please let me stay the night with you.” I beg, as I stroke his cock faster, circling my thumb over his slit, spreading his pre-cum.
“Yes, baby just like that,” he moans, shoving his head into my neck as his fingers slide in and out of me. He grips my hip so roughly as his teeth sink into my throat.
“I’m going to cum, Jer. Fuck!” I whimper.
“Shhh, baby. I don’t want anyone to hear what's mine. Swipe your thumb over my tip and tighten your grip. You’re doing so fucking well. My Sweet Sky,” he pants, as his thumb circles my clit and I cum so fucking hard. My legs tremble as my hips move erratically, and I gush all over his hand.
“Such a good girl. Fuck Sky. I want to be inside you so fucking badly, Baby,” he growls, and I dig my nails into this shaft and squeeze as my thumb swipes over his tip once, twice, three times, and then he’s growling into my neck, filling my hand with his cum.
“Jesus Christ, my sweet girl.” He pants, licking his lips and pressing them against mine.
He removes his hand from between my legs and brings his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan.
I slide my hand out and lick his cum from my palm, never taking my eyes off him as they burst with lust. He cups my face, wrapping a hand around my throat.
“You, my sweet perfect girl, are mine. Don’t let me catch you with another person again,” he threatens, and I nod.
“I promise, Jer. It’s just me and you.” I assure him, and he smiles.
“Get inside. This weekend you are mine,” he promises, and I nod again, pulling him towards me and kissing him.
He groans but pulls away. “Inside or I won’t be leaving.
” He chuckles as I walk around to the front of the house and through the front door.
Thankfully, no one is in the living room, and I shut off the lights and head to bed.
Once I’m in my room, I take off my clothes and look in the mirror at the purple mark littering my lower back, then my eyes connect with my battered hair, and a tear falls from my eyes. I cringe as the voices start up again.
“We warned you, now look at your hair.”
“I told you to stay away from him. He’s a monster!”
“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shout as I put on my usual attire—an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Climbing into bed, sleep takes over, sending me into the dream I had this morning or maybe it's a nightmare.