Page 6 of Whispers of Obsession

Now though, his stupid sexy smirk is firmly in place, and it’s bringing back all kinds of memories. He looks so familiar, but different too. But the mean, hard glint in his eyes is making me feel like this is just some kind of trap. A stupid little trick bullies play on their victims. Surely we’ve outgrown that by now?

“You can do whatever you want,” I mutter, turning away from him, hoping whatever joke he’s playing isn’t too humiliating, and I can just get out of here and go find Victor once he loses interest in tormenting me for no reason.

“True.”

Ugh. That annoys me. He’s so arrogant and self involved. Is he worse since he went away, or have I just grown used to him not being around?

“Tell me, Cora, do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, and my heart rate kicks up a notch.

“No,” I quickly respond. Too quickly. Slater smiles, giving me a sideways look as his hair falls into his face, and he bites his plump bottom lip.

“No? Not an older guy? Someone who’s not in high school anymore?” Slater presses. I grab the bleacher, trying to keepmyself from sprinting away from him. Now, thisreallyfeels like a trap.

“No, no one. I’m single,” I insist, but Slater laughs. He leans over, his breath fanning over my skin as he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t believe you. I thought you were supposed to be mine, or did you forget already?” His husky words cause my frown to deepen. I turn slowly, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes, confused as fuck.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to figure out what he wants or what he’s suggesting. My mind races, trying to remember when I might have said anything like this to him, but he shrugs.

“I guess I’ll see you around, little sis.” And just like that, he’s walking away, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened. He’s gone by the time it occurs to me to tell him not to call me that.

5

CORA

Idon’t have long to ponder or obsess over Slater though, because my phone goes off, and I see Victor has texted me. I grab my bag and rush down the stairs. Once I’m in the parking lot, I make my way to the farthest back corner. There are no lights back here, so I have to use my phone to see what the moonlight is too faint to illuminate.

I see Victor’s car finally and pick up the pace. Once I approach it, he unlocks it, and I climb in the back seat like he asked me to.

I realize immediately that whatever cologne he wore tonight is not a scent I like at all. Slater had been wearing something that lured me in and made me want to breathe deeply. Whatever this is makes me want to roll a window down and stick my head out, so I can gulp fresh air.

“You look beautiful,” Victor compliments, and I nod my thanks. Now that I’m here, I’m nervous. Distracted by my interaction with Slater, and a bit sick because of the strong smell I’m trapped by.

My leg bounces as I try to expend some of the energy pent up inside, but it’s not helping. The car’s engine is off, so it’s overly quiet, and I can’t help but feel like this might have been a mistake.

What if we get caught? What would happen to Victor? Shit, what would happen to me? My mom would lose her mind, I might get kicked out of school before I graduate…my heart races, and my breathing picks up as my mind takes my anxieties and runs with them. The more of the horrible cologne that fills my lungs, the worse I feel.

“Oh, you’re nervous. It’s okay, come here.” Victor moves closer to me, only making things worse as I nearly suffocate on his cologne. “I can’t stop thinking about the video you sent me. I hope the money will help you. I was thinking we could make one right now. A longer one. Together.”

I shake my head, not sure what to say. It was different when I was in the safety of my own bed, and I had complete control over what he saw, and what I did. If I allow him to do this, things could go farther than I’m comfortable with. And I don’t want that. I definitely don’t want it recorded.

Victor starts rubbing my thigh through my jeans, and I shake my head. This feels too real. This feels bigger. I knew nothing could truly happen in the classroom. Nothing more than a kiss, but in the darkness of his car, we –he– could go much further.

Is this really what I want?

I hesitate.

Victor grabs my hand, and puts it against his hard dick, having me rub.No, no, no, no, no.It’s my breaking point. Gagging, I snatch my hand out of his, throw the car door open, and jump out.

I’m trembling all over as I gasp for breath, and the night air washes away his nasty scent. I start running toward the safetyof the football field, needing to get as far away from him as possible. I was wrong. I’m not ready for…this…not with him.

But Victor chases after me.

“Wait!” Victor shouts, gaining on me. Why did I wear freaking flip-flops?

“Everything okay?” a dark voice asks. A shadow steps out from between two cars, scaring the crap out of me. I run into a solid, muscled chest, and look up to see Slater. He studies me intently, his head cocked to the side, his expression unreadable.

Why is he still here?

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