Page 24 of Slaughtered Firefly
“Mind if I sit?” Her voice was so angelic I couldn’t help but stare in disbelief that she wanted to talk to me and sit with me.
“Go for it.” I shrugged, leaning back. She could easily move the duffle bag if she truly wanted to sit down.
I rested my hands on the back of my head, closing my eyes as I thought about that upcoming fight, it was new blood, I always hated new blood, too weak to do much of anything against my fists but I had to do it.
My mind went blank as she sat on my lap. My eyes snapped open to meet her gaze, her legs barely fitting over my thighs, and she gripped my arm to steady herself. This wasn’t happening; it must have been a dream; there was no way that Miss Queen Bee herself was sitting on my lap.
I tensed up, willing myself to wake up from this dream but also hoping it wasn’t a dream. Her eyes were a pretty shade of green, a mystery that shone within her orbs. She held onto myarms, adjusting slightly, and my dick raised up at attention. I don’t know why I felt so nervous with this stunning girl in my lap, but I did.
Her hands trailed up my arms to the back of my neck skimming over the raised edges of the tattoo on my scalp, I flinched but she didn’t care, just leaned closer her lips close enough I could feel the heat, I could smell the cherry blossom from her hair and my mouth watered.
“I hope you fight well today,” Her fingers once again crossed over my fighter’s tattoo. She leaned back, looking at me, and I couldn’t stop my stare. I wanted to claim her as mine.
“You’ll see.” I laughed out as I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer to me once more and kissed her. I would like to think it wasn’t awkward. I had only seen kissing in those old-time movies where the guy over-dramatically smashes his face into the girl. Maybe that was my hesitation as I planted a kiss on her lips. My cockiness in the situation, having her sitting there in my lap it all made sense, and my body reacted before my mind could catch up.
The moment of uncertainty that crossed into my mind at my first kiss, if I was even doing it right, I mean clearly I wasn’t by the teeth that caught on my own, but when I tried to pull away she deepened the kiss, nipping at my lip a demand to open. I obliged by letting her tongue explore. It was intoxicating and nerve-wracking as we continued the kiss, a conversation only our tongues seemed to hold, my hips pushing against hers as my dick yearned to be a part. Something about the way Mia kissed me felt the most natural thing possible.
She was ripped away from me too soon, and her face flashed with anger that could kill. I only got harder.
Fuck.
“You should learn your place, Addams!” Bryce’s angered voice silenced the cafeteria.
I pulled my hoodie over my head, no sense in ruining my favorite article of clothing as I laughed out, “Funny I was going to say the same thing.”
“You think you’re untouchable just because your uncle runs the school you got another thing coming.”
“Well, you know what they say.” I laughed harder than I had ever thought I could. Yeah, like I would take anything else from that pig.
Bryce was getting riled up, expecting to win, and as he turned towards the crowd, I struck.
A well-placed kick to his shin had him on the ground within minutes, and I was on the fourth punch to his face when Mia’s sob rang out.
“Get off him!” She threw her body over his, and I dropped my fist inches away from her nose. She wasn’t even tearing up; she just stared, with a slight glimmer to her eyes.
I backed up quickly, intending to escape the crowd quickly, but was caught by the other football players as they held me back. I jerked my hand free intentionally, and a third one came close to gut-punching me, but my eyes remained on her. She stood up defensively and set in motion to pull the guy punching my stomach off, but he elbowed her hard in the nose instead.
I pulled against the douches holding me, willing myself not to use deadly force as my anger rose. I wanted to pummel the kid that dared break her nose. Accident or not, she didn’t deserve it.
Mia fell backwards on the ground. A look of disappointment but not shock crossed her face.
“Shit Mia, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Shit. Shit. Shit.” he muttered, trying to console her. The fight having left him in an instant.
She pinched her nose, halting the bleeding, grabbed his extended hand and lifted herself off the ground. Her knee found center in his balls, and I smirked as he fell. That’s a girl.
“I deserved that.” He grunted, cupping his junk and crashing to the floor.
She was standing there, with her blood running down her face and onto her blouse. An angel of revelation if I ever saw one.
“Let. Him. Go.” She was scary and demanding as she turned her rage towards the footballers holding me.
They quickly shoved me forward and disappeared in the crowd as the sound of someone shouting came to my ears.
“What is going on here?” Mrs. Diaz’s voice rang out.
I was preparing to take all the blame. I mean, face it, I was a nobody, and the guy I just bashed in was a star football player.
Whatever the outcome, it was worth it. Her lips were candy, and I wanted to devour them. I had zoned out as we were marched towards uncles office.
