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Ch. 2 Change of Plans
I watched Rosy walk down the walkway, her long skirt swaying back and forth. Mentally, I scolded myself. What was I doing trying to mess around with a good little Church girl like Rosy? Sure she was beautiful with her wide jade green eyes, nice tanned skin, short but very curvy body that she tried to hide, plump red lips and pink curls that fell all the way down to her waist but she wasn't like the girls I usually go after. There was no way in Hell I would be getting into her panties anytime soon. I closed the door, turning around to see my mother smiling softly at me. "I heard that you knew that boy from school. A friend you could make, maybe," she asked me. Although my mom was tall, I was taller so I was looking down at her. I shrugged.
"Yea I guess."
"I saw that you kept talking to the girl. Do you like her?"
"Doesn't matter. She deserves better than me."
"Now, don't say that. You're a good guy, Miguel."
"Scourge, mom. My name is Scourge now." My mom's soft smile faltered.
"Yes. I'm sorry, hijo; I'm just not used to saying it yet." I nodded.
"It's okay, it's only been a year or two. I wouldn't expect you to." My mom nodded nervously before smiling widely again.
"So, do you think that you'll like it here?" I shrugged. As long as I had Rosy to screw around with then I'm sure that I would be just fine.
"It's alright so far. I'm kind of tired so I'm gonna go upstairs and take a nap."
"Oh alright. Dinner should be done in an hour or so, okay?"
"Right," I said as I continued up the stairs to my room. I don't know why my mom was being so fidgety around me. I get that she hasn't seen me in years but that shouldn't mean anything. I'm still the same kid she raised. Or at least I really hoped I was. Those couple years in the juvenile detention center hadn't really changed me.
When I finally reached my room, I immediately plopped down onto my bed. All I could think about lately was what exactly happened the last night that I'd seen my mother as a child. Sure it was years ago and shouldn't matter now but I can't help but to think about it. All I really remember is waking up to see my dad bloody and beaten with a gun in my hand. I remember my mother's calm relieved face as we both stared down at him. After that we got separated. I realized later that my father was still alive. I had lived with him until I went to that teenage jail for a little while. And now I'm here, back with my mother. She's a stranger to me now. I mean, I come back to her to see that she's changed her sexuality, her style had changed, her attitude became softer, everything was different. I could only wonder what they'd done to her after they took me away. Or maybe what she'd done to herself after losing two of the men she loved in her entire life.
My father would never talk to me about what happened when I lived with him. He seemed to have moved on from it. Sure he had scars from it, just like my mom and I did but he never seemed to notice them. Instead, he just blocked out the memory as if it never happened. Maybe in his mind it never did, but I knew that it still did in my mother's. But that was just how my father was. He blocked out any unwanted emotions that he didn't want to feel. I guess that's where I got my trait of trying not to have emotions. Though I didn't look my father, I sure did act like him. From my attitude to the way I thought about things to my violent impulse. All of it was him.
A knock rang at my door, waking me out of the sleep I'd noticed I'd been in. "Come in," I said groggily. Amy flounced into the room with that stupid little innocent looking dress of hers. She was one year younger than me and was the annoying little sister I'd never had. Even though we haven't known each other long, she filled the void quickly. Sonic on the other hand was my age and was just a chill guy. We were friends and respected each other's space. Sure, we hung out but we never liked to pry into each other's business. I knew he and Amy had a thing though. Honestly, it didn't really bother me but at the same time: I liked to mess with Amy about it. "Done making out with Sonic already," I asked her with a smirk.
"Shut up," she said as she fell down onto my bed. "I need your advice."
"About what," I asked, turning over to look at her. Her pale cheeks started to turn the color of her hair. I raised an eyebrow, starting to be intrigued. Amy was mostly outspoken and didn't care about what other people thought. Hell, the fact that she's asking me for advice was a shocker right there.
"I was thinking about giving myself up to Sonic," she said quietly, not meeting my gaze. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. Was she serious right now?
"Okay, so what do you want? Condoms? I've got plenty of those. You can help yourself." She punched at my arm as I started to chuckle softly.
"Scourge, I'm being serious here. I'm scared and I've never had sex before. What if I do something wrong?" I stopped my chuckling to look my sister dead in the eyes.
"If Sonic loves you the way we all know he does then he'll guide you to do what he wants you to do. Besides, you're the girl. You have the easy part of getting pinned down and letting him do all the work." Amy's cheeks burned even redder.
"Alright, if you say so. But I am going to need some condoms." I sighed, pointing to my desk.
"Second to last drawer. Choose whatever you like." Amy giggled, pecking my cheek in thanks before going to help herself.
X
The next morning, I was wandering down the halls when I saw Rosy talking with Ray at one of their lockers. They were laughing so I guessed they were joking around with each other or something. Taking a leap of courage, I walked over to the pair. The two looked over at me in surprise. I understood though. I was the complete opposite of them. Ray wore nice button up shirts or sweaters with clean pairs of jeans and nice sneakers while Rosy wore long skirts or nice jeans with comfortable tee shirts. Me on the other hand wore all black and a leather jacket with my clothes ripped up. Nothing about us was alike yet I found myself wanting to be around them. "Hey guys," I said, smirking at the two.
"Hello," Ray greeted, shooting a friendly smile at me. Rosy looked me over, slight blush arising on her cheeks. I couldn't help but stare at her glossy red lips, beautiful jade eyes, and pink curly hair that she had tied up in a ponytail today. The fact that she wore no makeup kind of made me even more interested in her. If she was this beautiful naturally, I couldn't help but wonder how stunning she'd look with makeup.
"Good morning," she told me, her voice soft. Damn she was so cute.
"We were just talking about the school bonfire that's going on tonight. Are you going to come," Ray asked, looking between me and Rosy. I guess he could tell that I liked his little sister, seeing that I couldn't help but to stare at her whenever I saw her.
"That depends. Are you going," I asked, directing my question to Ray's adorable sister. She shrugged one of my shoulders.
"I might. I mean, I really wanna finish this book I'm reading. The next one comes out tomorrow and I don't want to wait to read it."
"Well I want you to come. It'll be fun." Rosy tilted her head at me, biting on her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling.
"I'll think about it."
"Awesome. Pick you up at 8 then?" Rosy blushed even harder, looking away.
"I have to get to class. See you guys later," she told me and her brother before walking off. I couldn't help but stare after her as she disappeared into the crowd. Ray chuckled from beside me.
"You know I would tell you to back off but I kind of don't want you to back off," he said, shaking his head at himself. I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"She needs some type of rush in her life. I'm sure you can give her that." I smirked wider.
"I can give her more than a little rush, trust me." Ray nodded.
"Well then, pick her up at 8. I'll make sure she's ready."
"Thanks man."
"Hey, she's still my little sister so remember that if you hurt her: I will kill you."
"Duly noted." He chuckled before putting his hand on my shoulder.
"Come on; let's get to class before Mr. Peters yells at us for being late."
X
"This is terrible," Rosy said as we walked through the woods to get to the bonfire. To my surprise, she hadn't gotten dressed up for the event at all. Instead she settled for a nice pair of fitted jeans, a loose blue top that had black lace on the neck line and a pair of black flats. Her hair was straightened as was her face left in its natural beauty.
"Then maybe you should have resorted for sneakers," Ray said as he snickered at his sister. She was practically stumbling over every branch and stump on the ground. I wanted to be close to her so that I could put my hand on her back and gently guide her but I really didn't want a hook to the face right now.
"Oh shut up, Ray. This is why I never come to these stupid things. Besides, all they'll be doing is drinking."
"Then why did you come," I asked raising an eyebrow. Even in the darkness, I could see the bright blush arise on her tan cheeks. I silently chuckled. I knew she came because I asked her to.
"Shut up, Scourge." We finally reached the big bonfire where most the kids from school were hanging out around. The couples were making out while the groups of friends stood around chatting with red cups of what was probably beer in their hands. One of the groups of girls spotted me and called me over. I looked to Rosy to see that she was staring over at the group of girls with a bit of annoyance. "Aren't you going to see what they want," she asked. I sighed.
"I'll be right back," I told her before walking over to the group of girls. Not to my surprise, they were all whores. Their skirts, shorts, and dresses barely covered their asses and their shirts were all tight and skimpy. Plus their faces were caked with makeup. After being blessed with Rosy's natural conservative beauty, I couldn't help but look at these girls with disgust. "Hola," I told them, making my accent strong. The girls all purred in unison over my voice. The one closest to me, draped her arm over my shoulder and smiled up at me.
"Hey there hot stuff," she purred, starting to run her long catlike nails over my chest. "Wanna hang out with us? We're tons of fun."
"I think I'm good. I actually came with some friends," I said, motioning to where Ray and Rosy stood. They looked a bit lost in the crowd, not really sure what to do. Maybe it was wrong of me to make them come. They didn't look like they were really having too much of a good time. Well at least Ray didn't until a tall boy with a lean muscular body, jet black hair, and dark blue eyes approached him. That caused Ray to smile up a storm.
"The Roses? Seriously. Scourge, you shouldn't be hanging out with those freaks."
"And why not," I asked, looking down at the brunette with confusion. As far as I could see, they were nice people. Well at least, Ray and Rosy were. The fact that they were even talking to me made me feel grateful. IF they had it their way, they probably could just blow me off. OR throw holy water at me. One of the two.
"Because they're freaks. I mean, have you met their family? Their parents preach as if we're all going to go to Hell, their brothers are complete savages and then they are like two little robots. Well, at least they were. Looks like Ray's starting to break out of mommy and daddy's shell. It won't be long before Rosy does the same thing." Her smile had fell as she spoke but it came back. "I just don't want to see you wasting your time on those freaks. Trust me, once you see who they really are then you'll be running for the hills."
"Thanks for the advice but I think I can handle myself." The brunette nodded, pulling away from me.
"Alright then. The name's Juliet by the way. If you ever need me, just let me know. Okay?"
"Sure," I said before walking away from the group. For some reason, I didn't like the way they talked about Rosy and her family. I understand that they're religious and everything but what does that have to do with anything? Some people lean on things like that to get them through lives. As for her brothers and herself, well that's who they are. They can't change that. "Hey," I said, sitting next to Rosy on a log. She had been sitting by herself, staring dreamily into the bonfire.
"Hi," she said before running her fingers through her hair. It was so thick but looked soft as it ran in strands through her hand. Like cashmere, I thought.
"You don't look like you're having much fun."
"Social gatherings aren't really my thing."
"I understand." I looked around. "Where'd your brother go?"
"I don't know. I think his boyfriend dragged him off somewhere. You know how summer romances go. They're inseparable and utterly mushy."
"Ew," I said, making her giggle. "So, are you gonna go to the Halloween dance in October? I know it's far but-"
"Why are you so into me," she asked suddenly, looking up at me with a sudden fierceness in her eyes. It reminded me of a lioness about to kill her prey. Maybe that was what Rosy was. A harmless lamb on the outside but a dangerous lioness on the inside.
"Excuse me," I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I don't get you. You can have any girl you want but yet you always want to talk to me. I'm not going to sleep with you, just for the record so I suggest you move on," she snapped at me. I merely stared at her, trying to understand the anger that lied deep in her eyes.
"Look, if you don't want to be bothered then-"
"I don't. I was perfectly fine not having to deal with boys."
"I'm sorry." She sighed, closing her eyes. I could see her posture soften as she ran her fingers through her long hair again.
"No, I'm sorry. I just don't understand why you talk to me so much. I don't have anything to offer you," she said, her voice soft again. I suddenly noticed how easy I was making it for her. For myself. This wasn't right. What the hell? I guess trying to change for my mom was getting to me. Fuck it. I'm going back to the old me.
"I kind of don't understand it either," I told her, lowering my eyelids. She looked over at me in shock.
"Excuse me," she yelled. A small smirk came across my lips. No longer did I want to be nice to her. I don't even know why I was trying that before. She was adorable, sweet, innocent. That needed to change. After seeing that fierceness in her eyes, I kind of wanted to see more of it. I wanted to play games with her. My intentions took a turn suddenly. Sure I still wanted to date her but I wanted to make it difficult like I used to before I came here. I promised my mom no funny business but that didn't mean when it came to girls.
"I mean that I don't understand why I talk to you so much either. You're so innocent and sweet. Come on, Rosy. I know somewhere deep down inside, you're as mean as can be." Rosy glared at me.
"Listen here you-"
"Asshole? Yes, I've heard it before." Steam could have come out of ears.
"I can't believe I almost came close to liking you." I chuckled.
"Chica, you already do like me. I set off a spark in you and you know it. You just don't want to disappoint mommy and daddy dearest."
"What has gotten into you?"
"The real me. That's what happened." I shrugged, looking around the bonfire. "Being nice bores me." Rosy stared down at me, dumbfounded by my change in attitude. Honestly, I was just tired of trying to be something I'm not. I'm a jerk, player, athlete and badass. I don't know why I tried to stop doing it just because I lived with my mother. "I can see it bores you too."
"Scourge, it does not-"
"Lies. Look, if you ever want to hang out or anything, just give me a call." I handed her a card with my number on it. I had written it out earlier hoping that tonight would have gone by smoother but the old plan was no fun.
"You're not going to stop bothering me, are you?" I chuckled, shooting a devious smirk at her.
"I'm just trying to help you out here."
"Like save me," she asked tilting her head. "From what?" I got up, making her look up at me in even more confusion and a bit of anger.
"From yourself," I said before walking back over to the group of whores who had been talking to me before. Juliet immediately wrapped her arms around me, offering me a cup of beer which I accepted. I looked back at Rosy to see her staring at me, the fire glinting in her eyes. There's was an odd look in her eyes. One thing I knew for sure about what I was doing. I was either going to save her or I was going to break her.
Haha, so it seems like Scourge is going to resort to his old ways. I kind of can't wait to see what he has under his sleeve ;) Thank you all for the lovely reviews to continue this story! More is coming!
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