Page 62 of Resurrecting the Enemy
Ramsey~
For all this was a party designed for a bigger purpose, it was going fairly well. The backyard was packed, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Granted, it wasn’t often that me or Maddox had parties, so I knew when I posted it on the Windsor site everyone was going to try their hardest to show up. However, I had made sure to note that only juniors and seniors were invited. D.J. and Crew were the only sixteen-year-olds here.
And other than annoying Chance, Erica was serving her purpose perfectly. She’s been taking selfies left and right, making sure to capture damn near everything.
Everyone was doing their part and even Dash has had Paisley Wallace wrapped around him all night long. And while he might have some mixed emotions about Eden, he could do worse than Paisley Wallace. The girl was tall, blonde, and had a million-dollar figure. She could also deepthroat like a professional, as most of us guys at Windsor would know.
My plan was coming together, piece by piece, and my dick got hard at the thought of a prolonged torture rather than just destroying Lake all at once. I wanted her to suffer. If I was going to be miserable, then she was going to be extinguished.
However, my plans took a surprising turn when me and D.J. were coming down the stairs from my bedroom. She’d gotten cold, and we’d come inside, so I could grab her a hoodie. While she had her own stuff here, D.J. always stole our clothes. She always went for comfort versus fashion.
I stopped a few steps from the landing and took in the sight of the only girl who has ever fucked me up good. She looked pale, tired, but still fucking beautiful, and that boiled my blood.
“Are you lost?” I asked. “Pretty sure you weren’t invited here.”
“Uh, maybe I should-”
I reached back and grabbed D.J.’s wrist, keeping her put. “You stay,” I told her. “She’s the one who doesn’t belong here. She’s the one who wasn’t invited here.” Lake’s eyes glanced at D.J. and I knew what it looked like. What Iwantedit to look like.
Lake wrapped her arms around her waist. “No. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be,” she answered. But when I didn’t comment, she asked, “So, that’s it? No questions? No…wondering why?”
“It’s not hard to figure out why a slut does what she does, Lake,” I replied coolly. “Sometimes one dick just isn’t enough.”
Her eyes glanced behind me really quickly before saying, “Or one pussy.”
Even though she didn’t know who D.J. was to me, and even though I was making it look like there was something going on between me and D.J., her referring to D.J. as pussy further enraged the fire in my blood when I didn’t think anything else could.
“If you ever refer to her as pussy again, I will fucking more than ruin you, Lake,” I threatened. “If you think things are bad now, just wait and see.Sheis not just some random SC High pussy.”
Lake’s head reared back at the vehemence in my voice. She knew the girl behind me was important to me if I was defending her so forcefully.
“My mistake,” she simply replied, her eyes filling up with fake tears. I mean, what in the fuck did she have to be upset about? She’s the cheater. “I’ll just…I can see it was a mistake to come her.” She turned to go, but I was hot on her heels.
As soon as she cleared the side door and started weaving her way through the crowds, I followed with D.J. trailing behind me. I let out a whistle and everyone close enough to hear it stopped to see what was going on.
The first person who caught my eye was Crew and I gave him a tight nod. When Crew had arrived earlier with D.J. and Dash, I had pulled him aside and gave him the details. Though he knew what everyone else already knew, I needed to give him a clearer picture of what I had wanted to do to her. He had asked me for anything I could use against her, and when I had told him I had pictures of her, he’d asked for them and I had handed them over. At one point in time, those pictures had been for me. I hadn’t wanted anyone else to see her like that. But that was before I found out she was a cheating slut.
So, Crew knew what she looked like, and as soon as I had given him the head nod, he glanced around and spotted her trying to make a break for it.
He quickly made his way over to her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her back. She stepped out of his hold when he asked loud enough for everyone to hear, “Is this her?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that’s her.”
Lake looked confused, but she looked at Crew and asked, “Is what me?” Crew smirked and it didn’t look friendly. Like his brothers and his father, Crew had that same black hair and green eyes, and he looked sinister. But that was probably because he was.
Crew jerked his head my way. “He said there was a hot slut from the public school that didn’t mind being passed around.” Crew gave her a lewd onceover. “That’s you, right?”
Lake’s head whipped around to face me, and pain was shooting out of those bright blue eyes of hers. “Wh…what?”
It wasn’t lost on me that a lot of people had their phones out. But, more importantly, Erica had hers out and that’s what I needed. “You let Metcalf fuck you last night after I’d just pumped you full of my cum, Lake,” I announced to everyone. “That’s pretty much the definition of getting passed around.” There were laughs and snickers all around, but I didn’t care about that. All that mattered was the girl in front of me.
Lake shook her head as she wrapped her arms around her waist again. “Don’t do this,” she said. “I didn’t sleep with Curt.”
I lifted my chin. “Now, c’mon, baby, you know better than most people that a picture is worth a thousand words.”
“Speaking of pictures,” Crew added as he pulled out his phone. “That is you, right?” He held his phone up to her and the satisfaction was swift as I watched her eyes widened in humiliation. Though no one else could really see, Crew’s words painted a very dirty assumption. “I mean, talk about some magnificent tits,” he continued. “It’s a good thing you’re a whore because it sure would be a shame for one man to be able to keep all that for himself.” Lake’s hands shot out, and she pushed Crew away, and he let her.
Her eyes were shiny, but nothing was falling free. Lake was holding on to her composure with an iron fist. “Those pictures were supposed to be private,” she spat.
