Page 17 of Vicious Punks
“I almost forgot for a second there,” She quietly says, standing to her feet and shoving her dress back down over her hips while avoiding eye contact with me.
There she goes again, hiding and not letting me see the secrets she doesn’t think I see behind her gaze. My eyes narrow on her, hating that she won’t look at me. So I stand there waiting until she flicks her gaze away from the wall and glances back at my face. I stalk towards her, enjoying her eyes growing wide until I’m inches away. She doesn’t say anything as I bring my hand up to her face, it hardly looks like she’s breathing. I run my finger across her plump, soft bottom lip and watch her eyes flutter as she sucks in a sharp breath. I pull my hand away and she gazes up into my eyes as she licks her bottom lip, as if to savor the sensation I felt there. Her eyes dilate as she finally tastes her cum that I spread over her bottom lip, leaving behind a wet gloss that makes me want to pull her close and devour her mouth. I pull away with a deep breath and make my way towards the door without another word, before I land myself in trouble. I run a hand over my hair as I stare down at my cock, telling him to cool the fuck down. I can’t walk around forever with a boner. I’ll find a chick to help with my blue balls soon, someone who doesn’t have big, brown eyes that are asking to be saved.
Fuck.
“What did you forget?” I was going to just walk out, leaving her alone, but it’s as if I can’t help myself, wanting to know what’s going on inside of that head of hers.
“What a fucking asshole you are,” she says angrily, and a slow grin comes over my face that she can’t see as I stare down at the doorknob.
Maybe some spark inside her is trying to be lit and I can’t wait to see it fully go off as I strike the match. Today was just a small appetizer and I’m a man with a big appetite, we are only just getting started.
“Don’t forget it for one second, little bitch. It will be your downfall if you let your guard down around us. Also, don’t tell Nicky about what happened today. You aren’t ready to see him let go of his control just yet,” I say with a deep breath, knowing Nicky is going to go on a killing spree once he finds out that not only were jocks messing with his little sister, but his property too.
“See what?” she asks in confusion, but I’m already swinging the door open and nodding to Nicola as she straightens from the bleachers once she sees me walking out.
I don’t look back, even though I want to see Tillie’s angry gaze directed at me. Instead, I’m going to have to be holding back a violent Nicky who’s going to be out for blood once he finds out. I hope Logan has a plan.
Fucking hell.
Tillie
“That mother fucking cock sucker!” I mutter under my breath, pacing back and forth in the storage room, trying to decide if I should chase after him to give him a piece of my mind.
Everything keeps swirling through my head over what happened, even though I don’t want to relive it. I left one place of sickening evil filled with monsters that took my innocence and made me live in fear, only to end up in the same situation. It almost happened again in that locker room because I decided to play hero when I’m anything but. Only my rape was going to be in a different place with different men. I place my hand over my racing heart, wondering how the hell I’m still standing, but I guess I owe that to Dalton. I thought while laying on the cold, dirty locker room floor, I’d open my eyes with my underwear around my ankles and more scars between my legs. Instead, I was lifted and held close in a pair of strong arms. He sheltered me in a dark room, so I could hide any weakness from prying eyes and regain my strength.
Why did he do that? I hate his ‘I walk on water’ attitude, that cocky smirk like he’s a gift to all women, but I know better than anyone that you can hide a lot behind a facial expression. Fake it until you make it. There's more than meets the eye with these guys and damn him for making me feel, when all I want to do is hurt him as much as he hurts me. He could have left me to those jocks, but he saved me and brought me out of the past that I always seem to be stuck in. He gave me hope, a dream of revenge, to destroy anyone that tries to take pieces of me.
I kick the mat in anger and storm after him, giving chase. I’m going to beat his ass for distracting me and touching me so fucking softly. I’ve never had that before, and he’s ruining my plans for revenge against him and his three friends by taking care of me. I throw open the door, not caring as it crashes against the wall and draws the attention of some students that are crowded on the gym floor about to start class. I only take a few steps and freeze when Nicola comes rushing towards me with clothes piled in her arms, but she stops suddenly. She jerks, her arms flinging the clothes on the ground and she kicks them towards me. I stand there with a grin as she turns and makes shooting fingers while wiggling her hips.
“Wow! Give me the drugs! Drugs!” Her cheeks turn red before she clears her throat and shuffles over to me and picks up the clothes, throwing them in my surprised face. “Cover your booty with these. Big booty!” she shouts through her cupped hands and smacks her forehead before taking a deep breath.
“Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” I grin softly at her as I slip on the soft material shorts under my dress and throw the grey T-shirt on too, as I sneakily slide the ruined dress down underneath the shirt.
“Wasn’t me. Logan said to cover your skanky ass.” She rolls her eyes and grabs my wrist to drag me with her, but stops once to actually smack my butt in front of everyone before leaving the gym.
I can’t tell if it’s her tourettes that made her do that or if she just doesn’t care what others think. Her way of saying go ahead and stare, fuck you all. I study her side profile, seeing her short hair is a mess and her eyeliner is smudged under her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask cautiously, not knowing if that was her first run in with Gary and his minions.
The thought makes me want to murder them. Nicola shouldn’t have to deal with the cruel world, she’s too innocent. I know by just one glance at her. But I’m curious how she knows Logan, they don’t look like they run in the same crowd. Unless...no. It couldn’t be, I’m thinking crazy thoughts.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m sorry you walked into that. It shouldn’t have been that way,” she calmly says and lets go of my wrist once we are in the hallway near the windows that show the courtyard. “They were only after me because of how I am and who I am. Small penis!” She shouts that last part loud enough that people turn their heads and she smacks her forehead once against the windows.
“Hey! I think you're fucking brave and brilliant! I don’t care if you were the world's biggest bitch, no one should have to go through that. No one.” I glance around and notice the wide berth everyone seems to be giving us but the whispering behind their hands as they stare at Nicola pisses me off.
No one messes with my friend. Yeah, I’m claiming her, even if I have to lick her.
“You got a problem? Keep fucking walking!” My shout rings through the halls as I place my hands on my hips and glare until they look away. “Dicks,” I whisper under my breath.
“You're crazy. You're going to be labeled as the girl who hangs out with the chick with tourettes. Don’t leave me when you find out who my brother is.” She cracks her knuckles quickly and pinches my arm, but I know she can’t help it.
“I don’t care who your brother is. I don’t give a flying fuck what other people’s opinions are. I’d be freaking honored to be your friend. Let’s shine together, Nicola. We have to at some point in life.” Damn my voice for catching, pent up emotion leaking through. I surprise myself and her as I side hug her because I am not a hugger at all.
What is happening to me? I used to avoid any human contact like the plague. Maybe this is me trying to move on with my life, to have something I’ve never had. To be accepted and loved. I clear my throat and step away from her, rubbing my arms as I try to figure who the hell I am. She looks me up and down with her green eyes that I swear look familiar before smacking the back of my head.
“Don’t you know you can’t go around just hugging people? Were you raised by a pack of animals?” She questions, seriously and links her arm through mine as she pulls me alongside her. I couldn’t care less where we go.
Her question catches me off guard. She doesn’t know that I wasn’t raised by a pack of wolves, I was the meat for the pack instead.
