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"I've always called you by that name," he states, keeping his eyes on the road. "Why would I stop now?"
I decide to just ignore him for the entire drive home. It makes no difference what I say because he just doesn't care. Watching the scenery pass us by, my silence must be getting to him because he finally turns up the radio. Good, let him be annoyed with me because that doesn't even come close to how I'm feeling at the moment.
I've been waiting for the police to come knocking on my door, wanting to arrest me for assaulting Lance. Like Beau, his family has money, so he could have easily pulled some strings, but nothing happened. I wonder if Beau has anything to do with it. If so, I hope he doesn't expect me to give him a cookie or anything.
My tormentor has also kept his distance since that day three days ago. Of course, it hasn't stopped him from burning holes through me whenever he's seen me in the halls. I assume he's given in to Ashlyn's pleas to date because she's been hanging all over him. I've even caught them practically sucking each other's faces off. It was fucking disgusting.
My phone buzzes in my pocket on my way to my locker at the end of the day. I pull it out and see that it's a text from Brock. I've talked to him several times since the party, but he's taken it easy. Lance really got him good for bringing me to the party, and I can't help but feel like it's my fault, even though I didn't know we were going to Lance's when I agreed to go with him.
B: Wanna hang?
ME: Of course! How are you?
B: Better, but I need to return to the land of the living.
ME: Give me until about 4:30
B: Cool…see you then.
I'm so relieved that Brock is doing better. I've missed my friend. With my mother being gone on that "work trip" with Bain, it's a bit boring at my house without her getting on my ass about shit. I wish I could have a normal relationship with my mother, but she chose to have it this way when she chose herself over her child after my father's passing.
Hurrying to my locker, I grab what I need and head to my car. Searching my bag for my keys, I find them and then look up toward where my car is parked, only to come to a halt. The sight before me seriously makes me want to vomit.
"What the fuck?" I stomp over to my car, where Beau and Ashlyn are having a make-out session against my driver-side door.
They pull apart, and Beau smirks. "Oh, is this your car, Ry-Ry?"
Ashlyn just glares at me, then turns back to Beau. "Come on, babe. I can't stand the sight of that skank."
Is that a wince that passes over my tormentor's face? It's gone instantly, making me question whether I'm seeing things. "Yes," I say, trying to shoo them away. "Go somewhere else and swap spit."
"What's the matter, Ry-Ry… Jealous? Want me to come over and swap spit with you, too?" Beau taunts causing my face to screw up.
"In your fucking dreams, Huntley."
"What the hell, Beau?" Ashlyn's face turns even angrier as she glares at Beau this time, but he only ignores her.
Since it doesn't look like they are moving away from the driver-side door. I get in through the passenger side and climb over the center. I don't think to lock my door again, so once I get my seatbelt on and go to start my car, my door is thrown open, and Beau has his hand on my neck.
"You had better get that attitude in check, Ry-Ry. You owe me big time for keeping our mutual friend from going to the cops." Beau's face is so close to mine that I can smell the Doritos he must have eaten not long ago.
I can barely breathe by how tight his grip is, but I refuse to beg him to let go. When I remain silent, he lets go with a jerk and just stares at me momentarily before moving and slamming the door to my car.
I wait until he's no longer looking before I start gasping for much-needed air. I can still smell him. His cologne clogs my senses every time he gets close. Too bad the guy himself doesn't turn me on the way his cologne does; at least, that's what I keep telling myself.
Turning the key in the ignition, my car roars to life, and I take off for home. I don't realize I'm trembling until I come to the first stop light, and my hands shake on the steering wheel.Why me? What is it that makes that guy want to torment me every fucking day?I never even knew him until high school. From what I had heard, Beau and his dad moved here during his freshman year. I've tried figuring out the reason for his dislike, but I stopped after so long when I realized that it didn't matter.Just a few more months…another reminder to myself.
I can feel eyes on me as I walk to Brock's house, but I don't find anything or anyone when I search my surroundings. Kids are playing in a nearby park; maybe that's what it is. I shrug it off and quicken my steps, making it to my friend's soon after.
No sooner do I walk through the door, than I’m being pushed against the wall, the door being left wide open. Brock's mouth is on me instantly, and I kiss him back. He lifts me, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Pressing his hardness into me, he grinds against my core, groaning into my mouth.
"Brock…" I breathe against his lips, and I feel him push a pill into my mouth from his.That's so fucking hot.
"Fuck, Ryan. I want inside you so fucking bad," he says against my lips before his tongue is back gliding against mine.
He spins us around, kicking the door closed with his foot, then carrying me over to the dining room table. Yes, the same table that his mother and father eat at. I'm laid out across the hardwood, and Brock immediately strips me of my bottoms and drops to his knees.
I have nowhere to grip as his tongue pleasures me, his thumb rubbing my clit hard. "Damn it, Ryan. Please let me in…" he hums against my folds.
