Page 8 of Battling the Enemy
Chapter 5
Deke~
Iwatched Delaney and Ava walk past our little group, like I have for the past four years, but this time was different. This time Isawthem walking past our group.
Every morning for the past four years, Ramsey, Liam, and I had always congregated around our cars in the parking lot in front of the school before classes began. We were always surrounded by random stragglers, but for the most part, it was me, Ram, and Liam. Emerson and Roselyn would often loiter with us too, but therewererare days where Liam and Ramsey let them do their own thing. And now sitting on the hood of my Lexus, I appeared casual, but I’d been looking to spot Delaney since I got here.
I spent all day yesterday straight up stalking her social media, and all my stalking accomplished was confirming that the girl didn’t have a life. It appeared as if she lived vicariously through Ava’s antics, because all her pictures were either of school stuff or girl time with Ava. There were random pictures of her posted with other people who I presumed might be family, but since I didn’t know much about Delaney, I really had no idea who those people were.
I did note a couple of family-looking pictures with Winston Reynolds, and that had surprised me a bit because I had never seen them act chummy at all. Granted, I wasn’t friends with Winston, and I never really paid any attention to Delaney before Friday night, but I just never imagined they were friends.
Delaney and I had second, third, and seventh periods together, so I was going to have to let her be during first period, but she’d be all mine during second. I’d have to share her with Linnie during third, but Delaney would be all mine again during seventh. It’s not that I thought Linnie wouldn’t back my play, but girls were funny sometimes. And don’t get me started on when it’s that time of the month. Talk about dealing with the devil you don’t know.
Sweet Baby Jesus.
Looking over at Delaney, I ignored the pull that called on me to run after her, and stayed my ass planted on the hood of my car. It wasn’t a second later I abandoned that plan when Ramsey smirked at me. If anyone knew what I was feeling, it was Ramsey. Emerson just about drove him crazy those first few weeks of their fucked-up courtship. I hopped off my hood and took off in a sprint; a sprint that didn’t go unnoticed, might I add.
Luckily, I had everything I needed for first period in my backpack, so I could skip my locker. I headed straight to where I knew Delaney’s locker was. And how did I know were her locker was? Sunday, while I was internet stalking her, I had texted Ramsey to get me all her school information, and he did. I knew the guy could get information on damn near anyone he wanted, so by Sunday evening, I had her class schedule, her locker number, her phone number, her parents’ names and professions, her address, and he even threw in her favorite book, just to show off.
The fucker.
I was walking up behind her, and because I was indeed a lucky guy, Ava’s locker was nowhere near Delaney’s, so there was no one to interrupt my good morning greeting.
The locker door was opened on my side, so she couldn’t see me coming and that had my dick twitching with anticipation of her reaction. I stepped up behind her and gave her no room to escape. I brushed my body up against hers, and my dick got instantly hard when her entire body stilled. She had been in the middle of pulling a book out of her locker, and her entire body absolutely froze.
I leaned down and let my lips brush up against the shell of her ear. “Good Morning, Delaney,” I said, my voice low for only her to hear.
“Wh…what are you doing?” she asked, and my dick got even harder at the hitch in her voice.
“Saying hello,” I smirked.
She didn’t respond. She went about finishing pulling her book out of her locker. I imagined she was trying to buy herself some time to figure out how to proceed. When she finally did turn around, my dick and I were both disappointed that he was no longer nestled near her ass.
Delaney looked up at me, and she looked irritated. I had been expecting some apprehensiveness, maybe a little fear, but I had gotten irritation instead. “Leave me alone, Deke,” she instructed, trying to sound strong and firm.
I grinned and shook my head. “Not a chance in hell of that happening, Delaney. So, don’t waste your energy on that.”
Her eyes darted around, taking in the crowd taking notice of our proximity, before landing back on mine. “I said I was sorry,” she hissed. “I’ll never invade your privacy again, so just leave me alone.”
I reached up, and it was game on when my fingertips danced across her scar and she didn’t recoil. I was going to fuck this girl. I was going to use up everything she had to offer. I was going to fuckingownher. If she had any clue what I was going to do to her, she run, and she’d run far.
The second warning bell for class rang, and the students around us still didn’t scatter to get to class. Everyone was watching, and I wasn’t going to let them go without something to talk about. I cupped her jaw in my hand, and I did something I’ve never done with a girl before outside of fucking her. I leaned down and kissed Delaney on her cupid-bowed lips. She gasped, and I used that shock to sweep my tongue in her mouth, tighten my hold on her face, and kiss the fuck out of her. And this first kiss gave me an answer to take back to Ramsey and Liam.
She was the one.
Delaney Martin was my Emerson and Roselyn, and the girl had no clue what that meant.
All too soon, Delaney’s shock wore off, and she pushed me off her, and the slap that followed surprised her just as much as it surprised everyone else. I’m not sure what surprised her more, the slap or the force behind the slap, but when I turned back to face her, she looked equal parts shocked and pissed off.
I wanted to fuck her right here and now in front of everyone.
Delaney hugged her book to her chest in a white-knuckle grip. “You…you don’t…” she was so upset she couldn’t even speak. “You don’t just get to kiss me, Deke!”
I threw my head back and let out a dark laugh. I looked back down at her, and in a voice the entire hallway could hear, I announced, “You’re mine, Delaney. I get to do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
You could hear gasps and murmurs all around us, but they weren’t as loud as Delaney’s gasp of outrage. “I’m…I’mnotyours,” she seethed. “I don’t evenlikeyou!”
This time, in a voice low enough for only her and a few close students to hear, I growled, “You ask anyone in this school an hour from now and they will all say you belong tome, Delaney. Give in gracefully, baby, otherwise, this could get ugly.”
