Yay another one…lets not get too excited!
Meanwhile
Jake tugged his Ralph Polo shirt down as Trey began conversation regarding Miley. She seemed the constant attention of the Boy's Locker room.
"So Ryan, how's it feel to ride Miley's long tan legs?" Trey smiled at the discomfort in Jake's eyes, and snickered with a few of the nearby teammates.
"It's fine." He swallowed hard and carried on in an attempt to convince. "Ya know my girl's hot as hell. Riding those legs is the best damn thing that ever happened."
Trey narrowed his eyes. "You haven't gotten that far fag breath. Don't make shit up." At this he laughed and was awarded a room full of laughter from other teammates reveling in Jake's embarrassment.
Jake swallowed uneasily and offered a nervous chuckle. "Hey, it's Friday, my parents are out, and I aim to hear my name called over and over. Man I'm gonna have her screaming." He played along looking tough.
"God you sound like a homo. Who you trying to convince? You have no balls. She's way too prude to let you get in her pants."
"I'll work my magic."
"Yeah whatever, we're coming with you to see just how well your magic plays out when you ask her to come over."
"Fine. Soon you'll be begging to learn my skills."
Trey just snickered and busted past, bumping shoulders purposefully. He turned around, grabbed the hem of Jake's shirt and looked him in the eyes.
"Go buy some guy's clothes tranny. At least do us all a favor and pretend to be straight."
With that, Jake was left to dress in silence. He banged his fists on the lockers with force, whispering harsh profanities. He hated being called a homo. He stepped outside the locker, with a plan for Miley, and Trey waiting to see his "magic."
God that was stupid. Lily plodded down the hallway, recalling the boredom of the previous class. All it was, was Mr. Falcon blabbing about rules and guidelines for the following semesters. The final bell had rung, and she was more than ready to leave school, but certainly not in the mood to go home. She tried to think of someone to stay with, sleepover with. She had no real friends. Olly. She'd stay with Oliver for the weekend, not that her parents would even recognize her absence. She decided to go off and look for the ass.
She found him not far from her lockers, and was dismayed at seeing Joannie very close. She swallowed her anger and quietly nibbled Oliver's ear, discreetly. He pushed her away gently in a 'we'll talk later' fashion. She wanted to push the bitch away. She wanted to tell Oliver to pay attention to her. He was the only one who ever cared, even if the care was rough and aimed at only getting one thing. But, instead, in order to not piss him off before requesting his house to stay at, she cleared out of the way to pick up her books and give him some time with his next prey.
Damn. At least one class in my schedule will be worth going to school for. Miley practically skipped down the hallway, and was greeted with Jake and a few of his basketball buddies.
"Hey JJ, kiss for the lady?" She ignored his friends for a moment as she pulled him into a peck. The guys snickered a little in the background, causing Jake to push her off prematurely. She looked stunned and a little hurt.
"You okay Jakey?" A wave of concerned had passed her face.
"Ya. Uhh Miles I was wondering if we could hang out tonight. Ya know just you and me, no parents, at my house." The guys were silent. Miley was not nearly as naïve as people thought she was. She decided to help her boyfriend out, and not humiliate him.
"Yeah, sure babe, see ya tonight." She smiled and winked and walked away slowly. Miley was in a safe distance before Jake turned around to the crowd of boys.
"That would be the magic, boys." He smiled cockily and the boys dispersed with mumbles of 'ya…' and 'whatever…,' clearly disappointed at Jake's victory.
Jake walked up behind Miley and hugged her. She turned around with her own cocky face. "You're welcome."
"Ya Miles, sorry about that. They, uhh, think I don't take you out for dates and stuff, just wanted to prove to them that I do. Ya know, that we hang other places other than school."
"I'm not stupid Jake. And you're not getting some!" She was half playful half serious.
"Will you still come over, no funny business, just you, me, cuddling, a movie, and popcorn?" She smiled and obliged, sealing it with a kiss. Jake smiled his preppy smile. I'll never be called a fag again.
Oliver walked over to Lily, who was leaning against her locker. He put one arm on one of the lockers beside her and leant a little closer to her, leaning on his arm.
"Whatta you want Lil?" His voice was kind of tired and with a relieving calmness. He actually looked and spoke like he cared about her, just a tiny bit. She lived for the moments of what seemed like genuine kindness in him. She milked it for all it was worth, feeling a tiny emotional connection, and wishing she could act on it with love and not lust. She wished he loved her and looked at her with loving eyes, and not dark eyes of desire. But, right now, his eyes looked warm enough to burn a fire in Poland, and she wanted to delve in. This was how she fell for him in the first place.
She put a hand to his cheek and gave him a longing peck, not nearly as satisfactory as he would have wanted, and pulled away, letting her hand linger for only moments after.
"Olly, I need a place to stay the weekend. You free?" Of course you're free, you're emancipated. The warmness seemed to falter the tiniest bit. These must've been the eyes he pulled on Joannie to draw her in.
"What do you want Lil? Drugs? Sex?" Of course. Typical Olly hasn't changed a bit. Why did I believe he was being caring? I'm so stupid. Oh well might as well give it a quick chance.
"I was hoping maybe I could just chill. Like I could just crash, and we could hang like we used to. I just need a bed Olly." He seemed to grow a little angry. His bipolar temper was the worst fault about him.
"I'm not running a charity Lil. I'm not sheltering the fucking homeless. You wanna stay the night? Convince me you deserve my house." He licked his chapped lips at the end words. Ew. Damn. Why is there nowhere else to go?
"Yeah. Whatever." Lily's eyes dropped. Oliver brought his free hand to her chin and lifted it to meet his gaze.
"I hope whatever you're planning to give me tonight is a helluva lot better than what you gave me in the car today." With that he stalked off.
"Be at my house at seven." He called over his shoulder and flipped a cocky peace sign. Lilly sunk slowly down the wall, until she sat with her head in her knees, suppressing the hot bulk of tears behind her eyes.
Aww look at that poor girl. Miley looked at her cell. Three. I have plenty of time to get home. Her motherly nature, ironically instilled in her even with her lacking of a mother of her own, lashed out of her, willing her legs towards the troubled girl. She was in the junior hall; she must be a junior too. Miley crouched near her, testing the waters.
"Umm hey, are you alright?" The girl didn't even look up. Taking an unsure liberty, Miley put her hand gently on the girls back. When no response or jerk came of it, she began to rub her back.
"Hey are you alright?" Miley tried again.
Lily's head shot up, she assessed the girl whose hand possessed her back. Stewart.
"Whoa, back the fuck up Stewart." She's the girl who nailed my boobs in gym! And she was in my writing class? The words spilled from Miley like vomit…
"Hey you're in my creative writing class, and my gym class. What's your name again?"She decided, upon seeing the girl's obvious distress, that she'd leave out the part about being mashed in the chest. Lily's face twisted in anger. Can't even remember my name; just another popular bitch.
"Don't touch me Stewart. Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone and piss off." Miley pulled her hand back quickly, upset that she'd bothered the girl, and increasingly annoyed with her tone.
"I was just trying to help."
"What do I look like, a charity case? Get the hell away from me." Lily scooted away, before deciding to just get up and leave.
"Listen, bitch, I was just trying to help!" Miley shouted after the annoying punk. Lily turned around quickly, flipped the bird, and kept on walking forward. What an asswipe. Speaking of ass. Wow her ass looks amazing in those jeans. Wait. What the fuck?
"God I hate skaters." Miley mumbled under her breath as she proceeded to walk to the exit.
Lily lay with her knees up and her back on the bench, as she waited for seven to come. She looked at her cell: five. Lily had been wondering around aimlessly, lying on her normal bench in her normal park and shivering in her coat as the wind picked up. Her stomach was twisting in hunger pain and she wanted to text Olly asking to come earlier, but she knew he'd be with some random girl, and she knew she'd feel some misplaced jealously in seeing it. God I fucking hate people.
Miley sat on the porch quietly, waiting for Jake's red corvette. She felt like she'd grown distant from their structured dates and mostly-school meetings. This would be a chance for them to rekindle and reconnect. God I feel like an old couple. She swallowed the thought with a laugh.
Within a few moments of mentally reliving the two's dating memories, Jake had pulled up.
"Hey Miles, get in." She remembered a time when he would get out of the car and open the door, those memories faded faster than his newfound impatience.
"Hey Miley? Get in the car; we're heading to my house." Miley scampered into the passenger seat, Jake cranked up the radio, and car ride was the most silent it'd ever been.
Upon arriving at his house he dismissed her from the car and rushed her in.
"Hey, Jake, it's just movie night for us right?" Miley suddenly felt unsure about his rush.
"Umm yeah Miles, of course, just a movie and some 'us' time." He smiled his cocky smile, and Miley was okay. Everything was back to normal …
The two sat on the couch, Jake's arm around Miley.
"Umm Jake when are we gonna watch the movie?" Miley shifted away slightly, Jake shifted awkwardly closer.
"I was wondering if we could do a little of this before." He kissed her slowly and Miley smiled.
"Mkay." She put her hands on either side of his face and, quickly, he had himself almost on top.
"Mmm." Miley smiled into the kiss. Jake took initiative and got on top of Miley, straddling her, and pushing his hand roughly up her shirt.
"Whoa, Jake, no. No. No. Get off me. This is way too fast." Normally, Jake would apologize and get off; today he didn't.
"Jake, get off me!" Miley screamed at him.
"Ja-" His lips crashed painfully hard on hers.
"Don't you love me Miles?" His cockiness dripped in his voice.
"Jake. We agreed."
He seemed to falter for a moment.
"Just enjoy baby." He shoved her mouth open with his tongue, and roughly rubbed her chest.
"Ow, Jake you're hurting me!" Tears began to pour down her face.
"Jake stop; stop it!" His eyes had lost their glow, now they were dark with hunger. His bulge protruded, and Miley gasped in disgusted shock.
He began faltering with her buttons and desperately pulled off her jeans, jumping back on her quickly to avoid escape.
"No, Jake, No." All she could see was Jake's blinded face, not even looking at her, more through her. She felt her heart beat in shock and his hands grip her with a deathly tightness. She felt fright more than anything. She felt her underwear pool around her ankles.
"Show me you love me." That was all he said before shoving into her.
"Ahhh!" She screamed in pain.
"That's right baby I knew you'd like it." Her nails dug into his skin as she let through blood curdling screams. She clawed at his face and pushed him off.
"STOP IT JAKE!" She cried out in agony. He fought off her attacks by bruising her sides and her shoulders and arms, desperately keeping her at bay. She felt him rock up and back and up and back, before he stopped, collapsing his heavy weight on her.
The tears streamed down her eyes as he stood up and zipped his pants in satisfaction.
"I told you I loved you." He snickered in a way she'd never seen him. She quickly gathered her pants, in other circumstances she would be paralyzed, but she saw red as she looked at him.
She flew at him with fists, unable to commit to the action, being the soft person she was. Her sobs became breathless and she fell against him, nearly forgetting he was the cause of her pain, and he put his arms around her tightly. He was always her support, her hug, her mood lifter.
"You – hurt – me." She whispered at him shakily between sobs.
"It'll be alright sweetheart." He whispered back in his calm, paternal nature. She pulled back, the situation hitting her.
"YOU hurt me!" She pounded her fists into his chest. His temper flared again and he pushed her off.
"I'm calling the cops. You raped me you fuck!" She spit in anger, thanking her body for the rush of adrenaline and courage. He slapped her across the face.
"I didn't rape you. We had sex. We made love. And you were very fucking satisfied. And when anyone asks you at school, that's what you're going to them!" She held a hand to her burning face.
"Look at my fucking face you shit. What's your excuse for that?" He slapped her again and her tears were uncontrollable.
"Don't act tough Miley. You wouldn't tell a soul. Because you know what'll happen when you do. You're Dad barely loves you, are you gonna stop dating the only right choice you ever made? I'm the only reason he hasn't kicked you out. You're too damn in love with me anyway. I deserved to feel that love a long time ago!"
The look on his face was pure anger. He was mad at the threat and the situation. And Miley stood in simple shock, crying, purple faced, and hurt. She knew she couldn't tell. The embarrassment would haunt her. The idea of returning to her father's hatred would haunt her. She looked down in shame, knowing he had won, gotten what he wanted, and couldn't be punished.
"And if anyone asks, you got hit in the face playing baseball with your brother. Now get the hell outta my house."
Miley walked out, her walking was stiff with pain, and her eyes were attached to the floor. The tears puddle behind her. She knew she'd been beaten. She could never leave him, and now she'd pay for it forever.
