Page 31 of Ramsey & Emerson

Emerson~

Iwas caving.

I felt it in the very marrow of my bones.

When Ramsey had held me captive at lunch and had talked about all the things that he wanted to do to me, I’d been a wet mess. I’d been turned on by his wicked promises of violence, and even though I knew that it was sick, I couldn’t help myself. Yet again, that was another sin that I could lay at my father’s feet. Because of him, I wouldn’t ever know how to be in a healthy, respectable, loving relationship.

I gathered my books, then finally left the library. All week long, I’d been staying behind until most of the kids left because that’s when the taunting and shit got really bad. It was as if they felt safer because we were technically out of school. However, it was my car that I was most concerned about. I didn’t want any of the kids to see me walking to the parking lot, giving them the idea that messing up my car would be another fun way to fuck with me. I couldn’t afford not to work, and I needed my car to get to the café. That was another thing that I was grateful for. So far, no one had bothered me at work.

I was coming around the corner of the library hallway, my backpack slung over one shoulder, when the hallway was blocked off by three male bodies. My pace hitched a bit, but I didn’t stop walking towards them.

They would not make me cower.

As I approached, I could see that it was Jamie Turner that was in my calculus class, and two other boys that I didn’t know much about. The boy on the left of Jamie was Roman something or other, and I didn’t know the name of the third boy, but I’d seen him around.

“Well, well, well,” Jamie sing-songed. “What do we have here?”

I rolled my eyes. “Get lost, Jamie. I’m heading home.”

He shook his head as he tsk’ed at me. “Nah, I don’t think so, Emerson,” he said, his smile pure evil.

I arched a brow to mask my nervousness. “Oh, really?”

Jamie jerked his chin at his two companions, causing them to fan out, blocking the entire hallway. Sure, there was a little bit of space between each guy, but I couldn’t get past them untouched.

“See, my friends and I…” He paused long enough to look at each friend. “…were talking, and we were wondering what was so special about that pussy you’ve got between your legs that it actually managed to turn Ramsey Reed into a raving lunatic.”

My heart started to race, but I kept my facial expression neutral.

Or, at least, I hoped that I did.

I readjusted my backpack as I replied, “You’re giving me too much credit, Jamie. Ramsey was already a raving lunatic way before he met me.”

He cocked his head as if he were really giving my comment some serious thought. “That’s probably true,” he conceded. “However, even as unhinged as Reed is, you’re still the only piece of ass that I’ve ever seen him chase.” Then his face lit up like he’d just hit on a brilliant idea. “Is that it? Did you give up the ass to him, and that’s what has him so sprung on you?”

This dickface.

He was talking a lot of shit, but I knew that there was no way that he’d speak about Ramsey like this if there was anyone else around to hear.

I laughed to disguise the anxiety threatening to take over. “Do you honestly believe that Ramsey hasn’t already been inside that female orifice? I’m sure that Ramsey Reed can get any kind of ass that he wants.”

Then the most entranced expression crossed Jamie’s face. “Except you though, right?”

I lifted my chin. “Make up your mind, Jamie,” I said dryly. “Either he’s had me, or he can’t have me. Which is it?”

He stepped close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne. “I think it’s both,” he goaded. “I think that he’s fucked you in the most unimaginable ways possible, and he wanted to keep fucking you. But because you’re such a goddamn whore, you dropped him, moving on to your next cock.”

I didn’t need to explain myself to Jamie Turner, but I would not ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew what this was; I knew why Jamie and his two friends were here.

“You’re wrong on both accounts, Jamie,” I snapped. “Now get out of my way.”

I moved to make my way around him, and that’s when the horror of my situation turned into reality. Jamie reached out, then grabbed my backpack, tugging on it until it fell off my shoulder, and I lost my balance, flying backwards. I heard the thud of my backpack hitting the ground, but since I was already being grabbed by three different sets of hands, I couldn’t place where my bag had fallen, not that it didn’t really matter. There wasn’t anything in it that could help me. The only thing that could help me right nowwas my ability to take a hit and my street smarts. I’d been in too many fucked-up situations to panic now.

“Get off me, you sonofabitch!” I yelled.

Jamie’s winded laugh cut through my scream. “Not until after I’ve found out what’s so special about that dirty cunt of yours.” Then he yelled to his friends, “Goddamn it, get her under control!”

I felt hands on me everywhere, doing their best to try to pin me up against the wall. They were underestimating me, but that worked in my favor. I was able to get my knee up, and with as much strength as I could muster, I slammed my foot into Roman’s knee, and his yowl could be heard throughout the hallway. The assault was enough to shock and distract Jamie and the other guy for a second, so I was able to slip through their hands and take off running.

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