Page 11 of Battling the Enemy
I’ll admit that this had all started out as curiosity, but that kiss changed everything.
I’ve kissed plenty of girls in my lifetime, but the kisses had all been part of foreplay. I never kissed a girl who I wasn’t about to fuck, and I sure as fuck have never kissed a girl in public for the sake of demonstrating affection. Hell, I’ve never even had a girlfriend before. I didn’t need one, and sex around here was served on goddamn tap. I didn’t need to a girlfriend to get laid.
But Delaney Martin had changed all that with that kiss and that goddamn slap afterwards.
Even though I wasn’t a psychopath like Ramsey, or a madman like Liam, my tastes had always run towards the darker side of things. I was fine with soft sex and missionary if that’s what the girl preferred, but what I preferred was hard, rough fucking. I enjoyed pulling on a girl’s hair so hard it brought tears to her eyes. I enjoyed leaving bite marks and bruises. I enjoyed the ownership. I enjoyed knowing a girl was so out of her mind with pleasure that pain didn’t register. I loved knowing that a girl was so turned on she’d let me do whatever I wanted to her.
Admittedly, throughout my eighteen years of life, I’ve only experienced that a few times, and it was with one-night-stands from other towns or some of the older siblings of the girls I went to school with. Not too many teenage girls will let a guy choke the shit out of her during sex.
But I saw that…desire on Delaney’s face when she focused on my hands tightening in Melissa’s hair Friday night. I saw that same curious need on her face when she slapped me. And I saw it in her eyes when I explained how I knew she was a virgin.
Anticipation nearly drove me to my knees at the thought of Delaney bleeding all over me. I never knew why Liam had deceived Roselyn the night he took her virginity and did it without a condom on, but now that I’ve…connected with Delaney, well, now I understood. I wanted my dick covered in the proof that she’s never been with anyone else. Birth control was something we were going to have to discuss because, the way I’m feeling now, I wouldn’t care if she got pregnant.
And, right now, my future-baby-mamma was reluctantly being dragged behind me as we walked to my locker so I could pick up Linnie for third period. It astounded me sometimes how I could have had sex with Roselyn for close to a year and still feel nothing but friendship for her. It’s only been a few months since the last time I saw her naked, but I can’t even picture her anymore, and not because she wasn’t memorable. My mind tricked my memories somehow the second she became exclusive with Liam.
We walked up to my locker and since all our lockers were together, with the exception of Linnie’s, all my friends were standing gathered around. Liam had second period with Roselyn, so he turned her over to me during third and fourth periods, and then he got her back during fifth. Emerson and Roselyn always had one of us with them. The only exception was Roselyn’s sixth period. She was alone, but it was art, so she was allowed to wander around taking pictures and shit if she wanted to. Liam couldn’t get her scheduled changed so late in the year.
And all of our possessiveness was simply due to the fact that even as tough as our girls were, there were plenty of people still hating on them for doing the one thing they couldn’t; landing Ramsey and Liam. Thinking about it, I knew I was going to see what I could do about Delaney’s schedule now.
The second we stopped in front of my friends, Liam fired the first shot. “That’s a hell of a swing,” he chuckled. “Did you have to go see the nurse?”
I opened my locker with the one hand that held Delaney’s. No way would I let go of her hand. She’d take off running. “Fuck you, dude,” I replied, putting my book away and grabbing another.
“Hi, Delaney,” Emerson said, greeting her. “I don’t think we’ve ever been formally introduced.”
“Very polite, babe,” Roselyn laughed.
Emerson side-eyed Roselyn. “What? I don’t want the girl to think we’reallcrazy.”
I rolled my eyes as Delaney addressed Emerson. “It doesn’t matter, Emerson,” she replied. “I’m not going to be around long enough for it to matter.”
You could hear a pin drop.
Ramsey’s and Liam’s eyes shot to mine, while the girls looked uncomfortably everywhere else but at me or Delaney. I slammed my locker shut, letting the noise cut through the tense silence. “Keep talking that shit, Delaney, and see what happens.”
The strength in her voice surprised me. I thought being around everyone would intimidate her, but it didn’t. “You can say whatever you want, and act like an asshole however much you want, but that changes nothing, Deke,” she announced before cutting to the heart of the issue. Most girls would kill to date me, but her next words told me everything I needed to know about her reluctance. “You’ve ignored me for four years. You can just keep on ignoring me.”
She was right.
I never paid her any mind. I never thought about her. I never spoke to her. She never even crossed my mind whenever I did see her passing in the hallway, or wherever. I had lumped her in with the masses, and now that she had my attention, she was throwing it back in my face, and I really couldn’t fault the girl.
“Delaney?” Every head swiveled to see Ava standing a few feet away, clearly concerned for her friend, but not confident enough to approach us all. While Ava had a spine of steel and wasn’t timid in the least, there’s no way she was brave enough to battle me, Liam, and Ramsey. She also knew that the fact that she’s slept with both Ramsey and Liam, it’d be up to the girls if she was ever welcomed into our fold.
Delaney yanked her hand out of mine, and without a word, turned her back on us and rushed towards her friend. I let her go because it wasn’t like I didn’t know where to find her. We had our next class together.
After they were out of earshot, Ramsey asked, “Trouble?”
“She offered to let me be her first if I promised to leave her the hell alone afterwards,” I admitted. Liam let out a low whistle and the girls both visibly winced.
“Uh, that doesn’t sound promising, Deke,” Roselyn pointed out unnecessarily.
“Especially after that slap heard around the world,” Emerson added.
I looked over at my two pretty girls. “Doesn’t matter,” I told them. “She’s mine.”
“What do you need from us until she comes to terms with that?” Ramsey asked.
“Just watch out for her if I’m not around,” I answered, even though I knew that was a given with them.
