Trigger warning, consent boundaries are crossed. This story is somewhat A/U. Jake dated Clare once and not twice. Clare dated Eli twice and not three times.
He Makes Me Forget
Glen yelled up the stairs. "Jake, time for school." He overslept, which is what happens when you smoke weed all afternoon and then have to stay up late to do your homework. Clare was already downstairs at breakfast. Jake scrambled down the stairs and ran into the kitchen. His hair was still wet.
After breakfast, they were off. Clare couldn't wait until she was a senior and she could drive herself. She didn't trust a pothead behind the wheel, but what did Glen care?
When she got to school, Eli was waiting for her. Clare loves him. He's sweet in a smug kind of way, has beautiful eyes, loves her dearly, and understands her love of writing. Eli enjoyed Clare's sweetness, her cute style and her way with words. She was perfect. They walked into school holding hands. She gave him a quick kiss before entering the building, not wanting them to get detention if they kissed inside. She was off to math.
Adam was arguing with Becky about tableing or some crap. Alli was with Dave, Drew with Katie and the rest of Degrassi acting normally. Class began. The couples broke apart and went to their classrooms. Owen, didn't feel like going to class just yet. He wandered around, looking for a grade 9 geek to torment, but seeing nothing he went on to class.
"I got a flat tire this morning," he told his teacher as he sat down. He did, just not this morning. He dicked around during class. He and Bianca would pass notes making fun of their classmates. The teacher grabbed one of them and read it allowed. "Marisol's pants are too tight. She totally has cameltoe."
"I do not!" She yelled. The class was cracking up. Owen had a smirk on his face. "That wasn't a nice thing to say Mr. Periot. You should apologize."
Bianca was in hysterics. He scowled at Owen and resumed his lesson. When it was time for lunch, the students sat with their usual friends, jocks sitting with their teammates, power squad table, misfit table, nerds, geeks, which are not the same as nerd, but don't ask Owen to explain to you the difference, and the just don't care table, which had Bianca, Owen and whoever dared to join them. Bianca was making fun of Marisol when Owen saw something over her shoulder and that something was Clare Edward's rack. She had on a tight shirt today and it was hugging her breasts perfectly. He couldn't help but stare. They were big and perky, a man's dream and they were right in his line of sight. "Fucking tease," he muttered, knowing that she wore a purity ring, knowing that not even Emo Boy could touch them. Well, he'd teach her a lesson. He'd make her his.
"Earth to Owen," Bianca said, snapping him out of his lewd thoughts. "Where's your head at?"
"What?"
"I said that Reese is getting some new shit this weekend and we should see if it's better than his normal shit."
"Sure, tell me when and where."
Clare got up to put away her lunch tray. Owen's eyes focused on her perfect ass, in her nice tight pants. "Fucking tease," he said again, this time a bit louder.
"Who's a tease?" Bianca turned around. "Saint Clare!"
Owen didn't say a word.
"She has a boyfriend."
"For now. She'll be mine," he hissed.
After class, Eli had a play to work on. Clare was off to do homework in the library. She was on her way when Owen got in her way. She looked up at him. She didn't know what he wanted. She tried to go aroudn him. He got in her way. She went the other way. He moved again.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah. You can dump emo boy."
"And why would I do that?"
"So you can be with me."
"Because?"
"Because I want you."
"Since when."
"Since you decided to fucking tease me with those clothes."
"Excuse me?" And why was he swearing. He's such a brute.
"You're a tease. You say you're a Christian girl who's waiting for marriage…."
"I am," she interrupted showing him her ring.
"And then you show off wearing a tight shirt and even tighter pants, riling up all of the guys in school. You say no and then you flaunt your body. Well, now you got a taker."
"You're not taking anything, and I wasn't flaunting. My shirt shrunk in the wash."
"Well, your washer machine is my new best friend." He looked her up and down, his eyes focusing on her every curve. Clare turned bright red. How dare he look at her like that, like she was a piece of meat. She tried to leave. He didn't let her. When she went to push past him, he pinned her to the lockers, kissing her roughly. His lips mashed on hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She reluctantly gave him access. No he took access into her mouth and he was surprisingly gentle when he got in. His tongue teased hers, and they did a dance. She couldn't get away. Her feet were off the ground, and his body was pressed into hers, his erection rubbing against her leg. She could feel his firm muscles against her soft curves, and even though she thought he was a homophobic bully, vile and disgusting, her body got hot for him. He could feel her heart racing, and she was weak at the knees. When he heard someone coming, he let her go.
"Don't do that again," she hissed, furious with him.
"Don't worry. I will." He left, checking her out one more time before he walked away.
God he just wanted to fuck her right there, and he didn't care who saw him. She smelled amazing, tasted fantastic, and she knew how to kiss. Her tongue worked wonders on him and now he had a throbbing hard-on. He had to have more of her. He wasn't going to stop until he had her. He wanted to have her on all fours and fuck her senseless.
It was Luke and Dallas comming down the hallway. Clare grabbed her backpack and got away before they could see how panicked she was. Owen Milligan had just forced himself on her, and she didn't know what was worse, that he would force himself on her or that her body reacted the way it did. She was very horny, and she never felt that way with Eli. Eli's kisses were sweet and passionate. He would never pressure her, but Owen was forceful and controlling and she liked it.
No, she told herself. She couldn't like it, and she couldn't like him. He was a jerk and no good. She had a boyfriend who she loved and she wouldn't hurt him. She would tell him the truth. Clare was in the library, but as she got out her books, she had second thoughts about telling Eli. He freaked out when Fitz liked her. If he found out that Owen manhandled her, he might go crazy. Eli's already almost gotten stabbed and wrecked his car for her. If he finds out about Owen, then he will go crazy. This could end in a tragedy. She would have to keep it a secret, and avoid Owen at all costs.
She texted Eli. "Miss you Baby."
He was arguing with Imogen over the set design. "It's what you asked for," she barked.
"Like hell it is. You've been too busy inside of Fiona to pay attention to the set."
"Excuse me. Just because Clare won't put out for you is no reason to drag Fiona into this."
"Fuck you," they got worse and worse. Fiona left early to get a latte.
Clare struggled to do her homework. She gave up and went home.
"How was school?" Her mother asked as soon as she got into the door.
"Fine," she grumbled. She couldn't tell her mom. She couldn't tell anyone.
Owen was in the shower, taking care of the problem that Clare gave him earlier. "Fuck!" He growled as he stroked himself. He closed his eyes and imagined her, naked, taking care of him herself. She had a great mouth. He needed it around his cock.
Tuesday
Clare got dressed for school. She wore her other shirt. This one wasn't as tight. She didn't have looser pants. She got ready for school. Normally, she was excited, but now she was dreading it. Eli waited for her outside the steps. She gave him his customary kiss, but it didn't feel right, like Monday's had. She kissed him a little longer, trying to make herself feel good, but it didn't happen.
"What did I do to deserve that?" Eli did not pick up on Clare's dillema.
"Be my wonderful boyfriend."
She went inside, rushing to class before Owen could see her.
Owen wasn't paying any attention in class. He couldn't wait until he got his hands on Clare again. He needed to touch her, to taste her. She was his, and she didn't even know it yet.
"Earth to Mr. Milligan," his teacher scolded.
"What?"
"Can you tell me about World War 1?"
"It came before World War 2."
The class snickered. Owen didn't give a shit.
Clare tried to focus on school, but all she could think about was Owen. He smelled good yesterday, and he was a fantastic kisser. Who knows how many girls he had practiced on.
Clare got to lunch. She sat with Adam and Eli, but she wasn't paying attention. She would just nod and smile. Boys couldn't tell the difference.
Owen was sad to see her in a different shirt, but he knew she was a minx. Bianca noticed his stares, but didn't think anything of it. She went on about whatever she talks about.
Eli was excited to get to his play. He had a lot of work to do, but it would be well worth it. At the end of the day he ran off, not even saying anything to his girlfriend.
Clare was on her way to the library. This time, she went the long way, making sure Owen was not in sight. She was about to turn the corner when a strong pair of hands grabbed her mouth, preventing her from screaming. Owen was carrying her down the stairs and into the boiler room.
He put her down. "Don't scream," he told her. His eyes looked angry. She nodded, so he'd let her mouth go.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Well, I told you to break up with him, and you haven't."
"And I'm not going to."
"So you're just going to cheat on him with me. I didn't think you were that kind of girl Clare."
"I'm not, and it wasn't cheating. I didn't consent."
"Your mouth says that, but your pussy says otherwise."
"Excuse me."
"You got wet. Don't deny it. I could feel you against my leg." And it was hot!
Clare turned beet red. "So what if I did. I didn't want to, and we're not going to do it again. I love Eli, and we're together and that's that."
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah."
He grabbed her, pulling her to the ground and covering her with his body. He weighed her down, his strong frame covering hers as he assailed her mouth. She couldn't scream if she wanted to. He bit her lip, hard to get her mouth open. She winced and he forced his tongue inside, making his claim on hers as his hands groped her body. His hand found her breast and began to rub it, firmly, but gentle at the same time, as her nipple hardened. She moaned against his mouth. He coudl feel her hips bucking involuntarily and he took that as permission to go forward. He went to the other breast, giving her the same treatment as she writhed beneath him. He started kissing her neck, sucking on her flesh.
"Don't leave a mark," she told him. That's what she worried about, not that she was being ravished on the floor of the boiler room by a boy not Eli.
"I won't," he said, today. He pushed up her shirt and pulled her breasts out of her bra. He sucked on a nipple and bit down, making Clare yelp. He tugged on it with his teeth and she groaned, loudly. Fuck, she was sexy. He gave her other nipple the same treatment. Then, Owen snaked his hand against her sex and began to rub her clit through her pants. She hissed and bucked her hips. He unzipped her pants and pulled them down, exposing her legs to him and he spread them apart. She looked at him, her eyes hungry for more. He had a sinister grin as he rubbed her through her panties.
"OH GOD!" she cried out. He smiled.
"Beg me for it."
"Please!" She needed him. She was too wet and too close not to get her release.
"Please what?"
"Please me." She was blushing furiously.
He chuckled. "As you wish." He ripped off her panties and started to rub her clit.
"OH OWEN!" she cried as he rubbed circles around her, teasing her and then he played with her. He circled around her hole, probing it, prodding it before he entered her with his finger. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as he slipped in a finger.
"You're so fucking tight," he hissed. "I can't wait until my cock is in you."
Her eyes got big. He wasn't going to do it today, was he?
"I'll be gentle." At first. He got another finger in her. She was so hot and so wet. He loved this. He made her cum, hard. She had never had an orgasm before. She was seeing stars. He covered her mouth with his lips, so she wouldn't scream outloud. He let her go, when she was done. He licked his fingers clean. "You taste good."
Owen got up to leave. "Dump Emo Boy! You belong to me."
Clare pulled up her pants. Her panties were in Owen's pocket, not that he hadn't ruined them anyway. All she could think about was his mouth, his tongue, his hands. He made her forget all about her boyfriend, while he had his way with her on the floor of the boiler room. She didn't even feel guilty. She should. She knew it was wrong. She knew she would hurt him, but all she cared about right now was Owen. She had to have more. While she was on that floor, she realized that Owen would make her his. He would fuck her. It was only a matter of time.
Clare called Eli after she got home, but he let the phone go to voicemail. She wanted to break up with him, quickly like a bandaid, but he didn't respond that night. Clare got a call. "Eli," she said, not checking the number.
"No. And I take it you haven't dumped him yet." It was Owen. How did he get her number?
"I tried, but he didn't pick up his phone."
"Leave a voicemail."
"That's a little harsh. Don't you think?"
"I don't care how you dump him. Just do it." He hung up. He was never one for words.
Clare sighed. How do I dump Eli?
She went down for dinner. Her mom was going on about some work junk. Glen was all smiles. Jake was planning his birthday whatever. Helen said he could bring a friend. Clare did not care.
"Earth to Clare!" her mother called.
"What?" She was thinking about what Owen had in store for her tomorrow.
"Jake's birthday dinner is this Friday."
"That's nice Mom." You interrupted my thoughts to tell me that.
"Are you going to help me get it ready?"
"If you want."
"Yes, I want."
"Okay. Tell me what to do."
"We'll talk about it later."
Clare went back to daydreaming.
After dinner, Clare biked to Eli's house. She had to just get it over with. She knocked on the door. It was CeCe. "Hi Clare. We weren't expecting you."
"I was hoping to talk to Eli. It will just take a minute."
Eli had Jenna over, which is why he was ignoring Clare. She wanted to get a singing part in his play.
"It's not a musical."
"But it could be!" She was trying to win his favor and she would use whatever means necessary. She took off her jacket. [Knock Knock]
Eli jumped up. "What mom!"
"It's me, Clare."
"Shit!"
"I'll be right there." He looked at Jenna. "Hide," he hissed. She reluctantly hid in his closet, which wsa a mess and full of dirty clothes, gross.
He got the door. "Hey, Clare. What's up?"
"We need to talk."
He looked at her, wondering what she was going to say.
"I'm breaking up with you." Clare decided directness was best.
"What! Why? Is it the play because you know this is how I work."
"No it's not the play," although he had been ignoring her since he started it. "I have feelings for someone else."
"Who? Are you back with Jake?"
"No!"
"It's Owen Milligan," she muttered very fast.
"Who?"
"Owen!" she said louder.
"OWEN MILLIGAN!" Jenna yelled.
"What the hell?" Jenna was in the closet. "Have you been fucking her or something?"
Clare just swore. What! "No. She was just …."
Jenna came out. "I just wanted a singing part in his play."
"So you decided to show off your oral skills. How is she, Eli? Did you get her some knee pads?"
"We didn't do anything!"
"So you ignored me all afternoon and hid her in your closet for no reason?" A good defense was a good offense. Eli was totally not aware that she had cheated on him, twice.
"I was afraid of what you would think if you saw her in my room."
"Because her in your closet looks much better. You must really like my sloppy seconds Jenna. Is Jake next because if you go after Owen, I will kill you."
"You won't kill her over me," Eli was insulted.
"Not my problem." Clare got up and left. That was easier than she thought.
"Bye Cece. Bye Bullfrog."
"Will you be over again soon?"
"We just broke up. I think he's with Jenna now?"
"Eli! Who's Jenna?" Cece went upstairs.
Clare went home. She texted Owen. "I dumped him. Happy!"
"Yes," he answered. "Now wear a tighter shirt tomorrow and a skirt."
"Goodnight," Clare texted back. Like she would dress for him.
The next morning, she got up. When she saw her phone, she remembered what Owen had said. She found a tight, button down shirt to wear and the perfect skirt to go with it, short but not too short. She did her makeup just right, making her lips look big and her eyes even bigger. She put on her little cross, just the thing to draw attention to her breasts. She put on a jacket, so her mother wouldn't see her top and she got to school. She took off the jacket in the car. Jake was surprised by her get up. Maybe Eli was getting lucky today. Clare hadn't even told Jake that she dumped Eli. He was surprised when Eli wasn't there to greet her when they got to the school and even more surprised to see Owen Milligan waiting instead. When she got out of the car, Owen pulled her towards him, pressing his mouth onto hers, groping her ass, publicly. She belonged to him and everyone would know it. She also looked fucking sexy in her outfit and he didn't want anyone gawking at her. She was a tease, but she was his tease.
Jake was stunned. This was all for Owen Milligan? Owen put her down. "You fucking tease," he told her.
"I wore it for you. Do you like it?" Clare faked innocent, but they both knew she wasn't.
"I'm going to be hard all day because of you."
"I'll take care of it," she hissed. "After school."
He grinned. "You better." He walked her to class. Heads turned. He glared at any guy who looked at her chest. He glared a lot. When he balled his fist, they'd look away. "Piss off," he yelled at one niner, who ran the other direction.
Rumors went flying through the school. Alli confronted Clare before lunch. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Eating?"
"No, with Owen Milligan?" Alli's voice was harsh. Not that she could judge. She made out with Jake, right in front of my face. Bitch is lucky that I even talk to her.
"He's my … (he never said he was her boyfriend) man?"
"Why? You know what he's like. What he tried to do to me in the boiler room?" Alli had no idea what Clare and he did in the boiler room.
"He's different with me." Which was true, but ….
"And what about Eli? He's crazy for you."
"We grew apart. I think he's with Jenna now."
"Seriously?"
"She was in his room last night when I went to break up with him."
"She was in his room?"
"Hiding in his closet, but she blew her cover."
Alli's eyes got big. "And you're not upset."
"Well I was, since it's Jenna and she's a boyfriend stealer, but I was going to dump him anyway."
Clare almost believed Eli when he said he and Jenna didn't do anything, but Jenna was a ho. Who cared about her reputation? Adam and Eli sat together. They saw Clare sit down next to Owen. He saw Eli, glared at him, and then kissed Clare. "You belong to me!"
"I can't believe she dumped you for Owen Milligan?" Adam hadn't had any trouble with Owen lately, but he and Fitz put him through a door, and Owen had a gay brother as it turned out.
Eli was stunned. She told him about Owen yesterday but he got distracted by Jenna in the closet and CeCe being all like what's with you and Jenna. It took him two hours to convince his mother that nothing was going on with her.
Bianca was impressed. Owen got his Clare in a matter of days. "How did you work so fast?" Bianca asked him.
"I had her at hello."
Clare didn't answer. He started rubbing her thigh under the table. He could feel how wet she was getting. He rubbed her. She grunted. Bianca could tell what he was doing to her and she smirked. Lunch ended.
Adam ignored Clare for the rest of the day. She didn't see what he was in a huff about. Owen hadn't done anything to him lately, and he was spending his time with a girl who didn't even accept that he was an FTM transgender. Who is he to judge people?
After class, Owen's hands found Clare's hips. "Let's go somewhere alone."
"Can we not go to the boiler room? I'd rather not be on the floor."
"We'll go to my room." Owen drove her home. Tristan was at some play crap or something.
He led Clare upstairs. His parents were at work. She was surprised that his room was clean. Eli's rarely was, unless she helped him clean it.
"Like what you see."
"It's a cool paint job," she said, and it was, black, silver and purple.
"I did it myself."
"I didn't know you painted."
"Most people don't." She saw an easel in the corner. She stared at it.
"I could paint you, you know."
"Really!"
"Yes, but I'd want it to be a nude."
Clare blushed.
"Seriously. You're so sexy. It would be my greatest work yet."
"I already am," she sassed.
"That you are." This was the most they had ever talked. Clare blushed.
"What?"
"We usually don't talk this much," she giggled.
"We don't have to talk at all." He pinned her to the bed. Clare wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer. He used his knee to push her legs apart. She started to rub on his leg. He broke the kiss, so he could unbutton her shirt. She was wearing a blue lacy bra. "Do the panties match?" Before he could find out, she pulled off his sweater, leaving him shirtless. Damn, he had a nice body. She stared for a bit. He grinned and then he pulled down her skirt, revealing matching panties. "Sexy!" Before she could get his pants off, he ripped off her panties again and started to finger her. She was plenty wet from earlier, and she spread her legs nice and wide for him
"OWEN!"
"Yes, Baby." He smirked as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.
"Ohhh! Yes!"
He had two fingers in her, and he was going in and out fast. Her breathing was heavy. Her breasts were heaving. She cried out as his thumb found her clit and began to rub it and soon, she was gushing all over the place. He knelt in front of her and licked her clean. She pushed his head away when she was too tender.
He dropped his pants, and he sat next to her, clearly hard. Clare was lying on her back, looking at the ceiling.
"Clare!"
"What?"
"Don't you think it's time to return the favor?"
She sat up. He was very hard. She giggled. "If you really want me to." She softly touched him, causing him to grunt. She liked it when he grunted. She pulled him out. He was big. She hadn't seen Eli, but she didn't think he even came close. She would have felt it if he had. She gasped.
"What? You've never seen a dick before."
"Not outside of health class, and you're bigger than what they said it would be."
He grinned. She was impressed with his junk. Girls always were, but it was still nice all the same. She bit her lip and began to stroke him. He was hard and soft at the same time. She was careful not to squeeze to hard. She didn't have any lube and she thought too much friction would hurt. "Does this feel good?"
"FUCK CLARE!" he growled. Of course it feels good. He closed his eyes and began to pant. He was veiny. His head was bulbous, purple almost. He was imposing. His dick had a forceful look to it. Clare didn't know why, but she wanted to taste him. She remembered from health class that the underside of the head was sensitive. She licked it.
"SHIT!" His eyes forced open. She licked it again and again. He thrust forward, forcing himself into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down, coating him in her saliva as she teased the head with her tongue. She was better than he had imagined. Her tongue delicately danced on him while her hands stroked him, and her head bobbed up and down.
"I'm going to cum."
Clare wasn't sure what to do, but Owen grabbed her head and held her in place as he came. She swallowed him.
"Good girl," he told her as she released him. "Very good."
Clare grinned. She liked being complimented. Maybe that's why she was such a teacher's pet.
Owen wanted a shower. He grabbed his towel. Clare just sat there. "You coming?" She got up. She didn't have a towel, so she just followed Owen in just her bra. No one else was home. He turned on the water and took off her bra. She was finally naked. Her breasts were amazing! They got in the shower together. He started sucking on her breasts, playing with her nipples as she moaned and groaned. She got wet again and he fingered her in the shower. It was hard for her to stand up while Owen pleased her. She cried out and he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her upright as he enjoyed her pussy. He normally wasn't one for servicing girls, but he loved making Clare cum. She would blush bright pink, cry for him in a sexy voice, thrusts her breasts forward as she bucked her hips. "FUCK!" She came again. They left the shower, dried off and he put on new clothes. She put on her clothes from before, sans panties.
