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He picks me up bridal style, before lowering me onto the chair. This location is rather confusing until he pushes my skirt up and around my waist and lays my legs on either arm of the chair. I’m bared to him, the only thing keeping me covered is my lace knickers.
I buck up from the chair as he closes his mouth over my mound with my knickers still in place. My stomach is pooling with desire and when he hooks a finger around the lace to remove the barrier it creates, I feel his knuckle brush against my clit and I moan louder than I intended.
“Someone will hear us if you don’t keep it down,” he says, grinning wolfishly as his tongue thrusts inside me and he flicks at my clit.
I can’t think, I doubt I could even form a coherent sentence right now it’s so intense that I have my eyes squeezed closed while I bite down on my fist.
I moan deep when he pulls away and I’m faintly aware of the sound of a condom wrapper being torn. In one swift moment he pushes inside me and places my knees over his shoulders on either side of his head.
It’s an awkward position until he pulls me down from the chair and onto the thick, shag pile rug. This position is so intense, I can feel him everywhere and he’s hitting every spot I have. It won’t take long for me to lose my mind and now he’s going to be right there with me when I do.
By the time it comes around for dinner, I’ve finally figured out a way to give Octavia everything she deserves. It won’t even take a lot of planning on my part, although I wish I could do to her what I did the Chelsea. She had to have a pixie cut in the end just to get rid of the glue and the left side of the hair had to be shaved off. She dyed over the grey pretty quickly, but her skin remained stained for two weeks. It took her almost that long to figure out it was her soap. I’m going to look back at this and smile for a very long time.
No, this will be more direct and none of the little things in between. It’s just me and her and I’m about to ruin her with honesty.
I find her coming out of advanced building, let’s get this show on the road.
“Hello Avi,” I say, a cold, calculating smile spreading across my face.
“What do you want sket, come to beg for your boyfriend back? Sorry but it’s not going to happen, especially with the way he moves between the sheets, fucking yum,” she says with a smirk and all I want to do is slam my fist into her face, but not yet.
“Why did you take photos of my beaten body, did you want to make sure the memory lasted?” I’m calm and collected on the outside, even if inside I’m boiling away like an overdue volcano.
“Honey, we took a video as well. It’s the perfect way to get myself hot, I watch it every time Amias is due to come over.”
Damn, she is sick in the head. Who in their right mind would get off on something like that?
“Why did you do it?” I ask, making my voice tremble slightly, letting her think I’m starting to feel scared.
“Because you’re you, this annoying little miss perfect. Even though we both know you’re not, you’ve got a record for fuck sake and yet you get the guys and have everyone watching your next move. You act like you shit diamonds and you’re better than us, but you’re not. You break easy and next time, I’ll do more than break you. I’ll fucking end you.”
Her fist connects with my face and that’s all I need to drive mine into her stomach before pulling her head down onto my knee. I hear the crunch as her nose splits open and floods with blood.
“Touch me again and I’ll do a lot worse than break your nose, don’t mess with me again.”
I’m walking away and I have everything I need, but if I can get a copy of that video then I can destroy them all.
It’s been nearly a month since I trapped Octavia and now things are coming to a head. Prom is being held two weeks before we leave and it’s the perfect place to show everyone just what kind of person Octavia really is. I don’t care what the students think, but the teachers will have to do something with the amount of evidence I have against her.
I’m wearing a figure-hugging black cocktail dress, with a lace overlay. Half of my hair is up in a fancy french plait while the rest is loosely curled and falling down past my shoulders. My makeup is light, a gold shimmer on my lids with a black line across the top and bottom and just a brush of mascara. I’m really looking forward to tonight and come tomorrow, I’m going to tell everyone what I did to Rebecca. No more hiding and waiting for the countdown to end, I’m ripping off the plaster and getting it over with.
Noah and Elijah arrive at my door together and I slip a hand in each of their arms. It doesn’t feel weird to kiss them one after another or even in front of them, sharing me really doesn’t faze them in the least. At least it doesn’t seem to.
“Are you ready for our last dance as school kids,” Eli asks, and I smile before stealing one more kiss and leading them to the ball. I’m ready for all of this to be over, one step at a time.
Roxie and Declan are already here and Leah and Mattias arrive just after us, my favourite people in the whole world and we all get to party as a group. The only way it could be better was if we had Amias, but I know I have to stop thinking like this. If he could get with Octavia, then clearly, he was never the guy I thought he was.
The music is thumping, and the DJ is playing a lot of slow, romantic songs. I dance with Noah and Elijah, swapping between them with each track change. We’re dancing, laughing and just having fun. The atmosphere changes a little as Octavia saunters in, her nose now fully healed. It’s weird to see her entering alone, but her smile shows that everything is perfectly fine. I can’t wait to wipe that smile right off her smug face.
I’m not going to trap her with my evidence tonight, no that is for later. All I’m going to do here, is change the way others see her I just need to wait for the right moment. I don’t want her to see it coming.
“Mind if I cut in?”
Noah stops and stares at Harrison, he looks like he wants to say no but also curious as to why he would want to dance with me. I’m wondering the same thing and I can only imagine how doe eyed I must look right now.
“Only one and I won’t bother you guys any more this evening,” he offers, his eye twitching slightly. He thinks I’m going to say no, when did I decide I wasn’t going to?
“Just one,” I say with a smile that feels more like a grimace and he takes my hand, while placing his other one on my hip.
