Walking to school on monday hurt like hell. I had a giant bruise on my knee from when Conner tripped me yesterday. Conner is my enemy. My bully, even, though Im mean to him aswell. It all started when I started dating his best friend, JamesHe was furious, and still was when James and I broke up. He never told me why he was so angry, so I never asked. My legs wobbled as I reached the door outside of the school building. Forester High. School of the cruel. As a 17 year old junior, nothing excites me more than leaving this dump. Several teachers mumbled a greeting as they walked by me in the halls. I gave them a quick smile. When I reached my locker, my best friend, Ellie, was waiting for me right beside it. Her face was grim. I narrowed my eyes and looked around, almost no one made Ellie look that way. I approched her and she said, "Hey Onyx," she used my full name, "He tried again." Her eyes were sad. She could only be referring to one thing. My eyes instantly darkened. Last month, James (my ex) tried to hook up with Ellie, but she said no. He had tried to do it anyway, but she punched him and ran. I didn't want to imagine it. Poor Ellie. Twice, it had happened now. My eyes shed a few tears, and I wrapped my arms around her. We stood there in silence, deep in thought. The bell rang, and we jumped. She broke away, her face reserved, and said to me, "Thanks Nyx. See you at lunch." She gave a quick wave and walked over to her girlfriend, Kaye. I turned to my locker and did the combination. I reached for my books, and a wetness tickled my hands. I examined the books closer and realized they were soaked. Every single one. I was going to murder him. I grabbed the wet books and ran to class, an angered look spreading across my face. For Ellie, for my wet books. For still being alive.
I have lunch after 5th period, and I had just finished third. My books were completely soaked, so I couldnt read my notes. The teacher made us leave late, and I was getting a headache. I pulled open the door to exit the classroom and I stumbled. When I got back up, someone near shoved me back down. My knee hit first, and a huge wave of pain washed over me. It probably showed in my face too. I had fallen stomach-side down, my face squished against the hard ground. I attempted to push myself up with my arms, but something was pinning my back down. A leg. Shit. The leg shot under me and flipped me painfully onto my back, so that I was no longer staring at the ground. I opened my eyes, which I hadnt realized that I had closed, and blinked up into Conners grinning face. He glanced towards my books and grinned even harder. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I asked. His hazel eyes bored into mine. "What? Im just having fun. Its hilarious to see you fall." He offered me a hand to get up. When I didnt take it, he kicked my knee. It wasnt a kick meant to inflict pain, but I yelped in pain. His grin faltered for a second. A teacher began approaching to see what was going on. Out of fear of what the teacher would do, Conner bent down and grabbed my arm and lifted me up onto my feet. He steadied me while I registered our proximity. He noticed that I noticed, and he smirked down at me in response. He hovered there for a minute, before giving me a slight shove in the other direction. "Later Nyxie. And just so you know, there are many other places you could admire me besides the middle of our high school." He winked and walked off. Bastard. I stood there for a minute before walking off myself.
As I was walking home from school, I saw a shadow standing in front of me through my peripheral vision. My eyes darted up, right into Rylie Bowen's strikingly beautiful amber eyes. Rylie was a popular kid at Forester, known for being Conners favorite hook-up buddy. She was pretty, but also sometimes a brat. I couldn't even put together another thought before she brought her hand up to my face in a quick, wild motion. Damn, she had a strong arm. Ow. The slap stung, and I could almost guarantee a red handprint was forming on my right cheek. "What the fuck was that for?" I asked her. She rolled her eyes and got up into my face. "Conner told me he thinks youre like, in love with him, or something. Stay away from him, you bitch, or ill do much worse than just a slap on the cheek." I looked at her in confusion and fired back, "Um, Im not in love with him? Hes ugly, mean, and a total man-whore. Why would I ever catch feelings for someone like that? Im not a complete idiot, Rylie." I watched as her hands formed fists by her sides. I decided to walk past her, all the way home.
I needed a break. Apparently, my idea of a break was fucking one of Conners other best friends, Jake. He texted me after school, telling me to meet him at his place, and that his parents werent home. I got the hint and decided to detach myself from the rest of my problems and use this as a temporary solution. I also planned on using this as a way to get back at Conner for spreading false rumors about me.
We went at it for a while, took a break, then went for some more rounds. It was fun, but I have to admit, Ive definitely had better.
When I got home, I checked my messages and found one from an unknown number. The text read:
Really Nyxie? Thats so low. Jake? If you really needed someone to make your time worth-while, you couldve just asked me. Jesus. When was the last time you actually had fun? Because if youve been doing this sort of thing for a while, you and me are going to have WORDS. Live a little, but preferably without fucking my friends in the process.
-C
I wanted to punch him. In fact, thats exactly what I was going to do. I sent a text back saying:
Meet meat the park near Eris Road. 7 pm.
It was currently 6:47. It took a while to walk there, so once i got ready, I didnt hesitate before walking through my front door, not even bothering to see if Conner texted back.
Once i reached my destination, I scanned the play area to see if he came. 7:03. I leaned against that back of the slide. A black mercedes pulled into one of the parking spots. I could feel my face go red. Conner hopped out and started walking towards me, a smirk on his face. Once he was only a few feet away from me, he said, "Take my offer a bit too seriously? Not sure if you were aware, but I only do hot gir- ow, dammit." He started saying as i slapped him. "If you really thought that, you wouldn't be here but that's not why I'm here," I said. His eyes narrowed. I scrunched my hand into a fist and pulled my arm back, but before i could get a good swing in, Conner took a clean step to the side, his face not even changing from the smirk it had settled on. Then, as if he had super-human reflexes, he dove toward me, pinning my arms to the back of a slide on the playground. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but I couldnt. He got up in my face and said, "Dont you touch me again. Ever. No one as ugly and foolish as you gets to." His eyes trailed down my body, slowly, and he added, "Well, maybe just foolish." I glared up at him and he released me from his firm grasp. He glared back, holding my gaze. "You know what I said in that message was all a joke. I was just playing with you. I dont want you." I rolled my eyes in response. "Were you planning on saying the same thing before I slapped you, or did that action just influence your opinion?" "Shut up Onyx. Your voice is beginning to iritate me, and I havent even been here for five minutes." He got out his phone, and that reminded me of a question I had been asking myself earlier, "Conner, how did you get my number?" He looked right at me and replied, "Jake," with a smirk. Not half a second later, he was already walking back towards his car. "Later Nyxie. Please dont slap me or get with one of my friends again anytime soon." I wonder to myself what had lifted his mood. He winked at me through his windshield and drove off.
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Are.
You.
Fucking.
Kidding.
Me.
Below those terrifying sentences was a picture of me and the devil himself, Conner, when he was pinning me to the slide. The shot couldnt see our faces, and I can only imagine how people would perceive that, his lips looking hungrily for my own, me being brave enough to push against his force. But no, thats not what really happened. He was just mad at me for slapping him. Then I remembered him pulling out his phone, and his mood turning brighter. he couldnt have taken the picture, but maybe he was texting whoever did. An unlikely theory, but possible. Someones arm brushed mine. I didnt see who it was, but they whispered, "meet me in the second floor bathroom, near the lab, in five," and they purposely knocked the stuff out of my hands and onto the ground, papers scattered along the hallway. Ah yes. Well now I knew who I was meeting. Whatever. Maybe he'll deny the rumors and that will be that. Three of my five minutes were used cleaning up fallen papers, then I made my way upstairs to the bathroom.
Conner was staring at me, no trace of a smile on his face. We were in the bathroom. I blinked and said, "what?" He took a step forward. "What? What do you mean 'what'? You somehow got someone to take those pics of us! Now my entire reputation will be ruined because of you!" My eyebrows crinkled, anger wisped through me. "Conner. I didn't do it. You know just as well as I do that I hate you, youre actually proving that point right now, but anyways, I didn't get anyone to take those pictures. I thought that you did, halfway in our conversation yesterday, you pulled out your phone, checked something, and your mood completely changed! How do you think that looks?" This seemed to only make him angrier, "My mom was bringing home pizza! How would you react to news like that?" Suddenly, I felt the tension in the air pop, like a bubble. I started laughing. Conner grinned at me. This one completely changed his face, made him look...nice. Not mean. It was very different from the usual smirk or wicked smile he gave me. I liked it. "Would you please stop admiring my lips. I know I told you that there are a million other places you could admire me besides the middle of our high school, but I didn't think you'd take that to heart." And the smirk was back. "Shut up. Now on a serious note, who do you think did it, if it wasnt one of us?" "Well, Onyx, Im betting its Jake. Seems like something he would do." He grimaced to himself. He and Jake were best friends. "No. Its not him, he wouldnt do that," I told him. "Oh? I didn't know youve been his best friend since third grade. How well do you know him?" I smirked and replied, "Well, I certainly know him in a very different way." I couldve sworn Conners face slightly paled. I could almost see the subtle anger beginning to rise in his eyes. "You know what Nyxie, keep talking to me about your sex life and see what happens. It wont be good." I was confused, and I hope it was showing on my face as I said, "Chill, it was one joke. You take everything I say so seriously." "Touche." Ugh, he was so frustrating some times. "Anyways, prom is two days from now, who are you going with?" My jaw dropped down to the floor. He better not be asking me to prom at a time like this. I tried to keep the cool as I said, "No one. Single, as always, and its not like I have any friends to go with anyways. Why?" "If we both have dates, people will believe us for saying were not actually together. Unless..." I began tapping my foot on the floor. "Unless what? Youre wasting my time." "Unless...you do want to go together?" He was grinning his wicked grin so hard. "No," I said. Even bigger grin. "Fine, have it your way, Ill get Max or someone to go with you." I tried to imagine going to prom with an ugly, gross swine like Max. "No. Im not wasting my prom. Im going either alone, or with someone I actually like." Still grinning, he said, "Ouch. Well, I'll go with Ellie." Huh? "Conner, Ellie has a girlfriend." "Ah yes. Ill take both. Threesomes are wild, definitely recommend." Wow, hypocrite. "Hey, you said I couldnt talk about my sex life, and I definitely dont want to hear about yours." The grin was still on his face. "Cry about it. The only reason I said I was taking Ellie and Kaye is because we've actually had threesomes. Dont worry, they were really only on each other the entire time, I was only acting like a living sex toy-" "STOP. Jesus Christ Conner, what the fuck." He smirked, "You sound jealous, feel free to join us next time." I silently turned around and started walking out the door when he grabbed my arm and twisted me back to face him. His hand was warm and gentle. At last, no smirk or grin covered his face. "Sorry," he whispered. I think he meant it. "Ill um, take Rylie then. Were friends. Yeah." I tasted something sour in my mouth. Rylie. I almost forgot what she said. She must be plotting my murder if shes read the school news. I groaned "Good idea. Now she'll be too distracted by you to slap me again." "Wait what? When?" "Before me and Jake-" "Ok ok, no need to finish that sentence," i rolled my eyes, "Im going to have a very serious talk with her." Sure, Conner. "Youre version of "talking" is different from many peoples. And when did you get so nice? A week ago, you wouldve slapped me so hard Id be wiped off the face of the Earth." His turn to roll his eyes, "You slept with Jake, I get to have fun with Rylie. Second, you don't hate me anymore. I can see it in your eyes. If you don't hate me, I don't hate you. Not friends, obviously, but not enemies, or whatever the fuck we were." I looked him over. Was he really being serious? I had to think this through. Not friends, but a step away from enemies? Why not give it a chance? "Fine. I agree. But i need to know one thing, why do you keep bringing up Jake and I? Why does it make you so mad? And before you say it doesnt, it totally does." I could almost see the heat rising in his face. "Pass," he said. Interesting. "No. Tell me now, or were going back to being enemies. Its my life, why do you care about one thing I did with your friend?" "Nyxie-" "Dont call me that." "Fine, Onyx, well...see...he's supposed to be my best friend, and he decided to go and rearrange my least favorite person's guts. Without telling me. Think of it as if Ellie had done that with me. How would you feel then?" I got through that pretty well, only wincing of uncomfort at the 'rearranging guts' part. And the vision I got of Ellie and Conner. I was so thankful that she was gay, for her own good. But, he had a point. "Alright, I understand. Well, we've been here for a while, lets get to class," I said as I noticed the time. He noticed as well. "Right. Bye Nyxie. We'll find out who released the article, I know it." I mumbled a short goodbye, once again annoyed that he'd called me Nyxie, and left out of the bathroom.
Prom
The last two days have been unusually uneventful. I got my dress, which was just the short, black, strapless kind. I also bought some black heels to go with it. I began putting everything on, my mom helping me. Prom wasnt that important to me, but I still wanted to look decent. I curled my hair and did my makeup, over exaggerating what I usually do. I didnt have a date, so my mom dropped me off at school.
There were people everywhere. On the dance floor, sitting on the bleachers, getting drinks for friends. After minutes of standing alone at the doorway of the school gym, i decided to walk towards the bleachers. I wasnt going to dance on the dance floor without a partner. Someone tapped my elbow. Ellie and Kaye stood behind me. "Love the dress Nyx!" Ellie told me. Kaye said, "Yes! You look so hot!" and Ellie elbowed her ribcage. I laughed and replied, "Thanks guys. You both look amazing too!" Kaye had a beautiful mono-tone black maxi dress on, while Ellie had the same thing, but in white. We talked for a little, then they left to go dance. I looked down and saw Conner, dancing with Rylie. Asshole. I scanned the rest of the room looking for something else to look at. My eyes drifted back to Conners direction though, and I caught him and Rylie making out. Gross. Way to ruin my night. Someone else tapped my shoulder. "Hey. Wanna dance?" Jake whispered in my ear. I was about to agree when I remembered what Conner said. "Im sorry, but I have to decline. Im horrible at dancing, all I do is trip over my own feet!" Lie. "Come onnn, it'll be fun!" I bit my lip. No, Conner needs to know that at least ONE of us can stay loyal. "You know, I really just don't want to Jake. Im sure theres plenty of other people who would love to." He tried to pull my hand forward. He wasnt letting go. He said, "Did what happen between us mean nothing to you, Onyx?" "Precisely," I said with a sneer. I tried ripping my hand out of his, but his grip was too tight. I was starting to get a panic attack. My breath quickened. My hand formed a fist, and before I knew what I was doing, I punched him. It didnt look like it hurt, but it was enough that he released me. The entire gym went quiet. Conner stared right at me, and I held his gaze. I couldve sworn his eyes widened a bit when he saw me at first glance. When he saw what I looked like. His eyes slid over to Jake, then back to mine, with a questioning gleam. The room was starting back up again, but still, my eyes never left his. Finally, he took out his phone. Mine buzzed from inside my purse.
Okay, tell me what happened. My eyes will burn out if I keep staring at you.
Damn. Better keep staring then.
Very funny. Now please tell me what happened. Are you okay? You look like youre about to cry.
Thats from the staring.
Stop avoiding my question.
Yes.
What?
I answered your question. You asked if I was okay.
Onyx.
What?
Answer the other question.
There was only one question.
Dont make me come up there.
Fine, you asshole. Its not even that deep. He asked me to dance, I said no (one of us had to stay loyal), which led to him grabbing my arm and trying to pull me down to dance, to which I answered with violence. And I had a panic attack during that process. Thats all. Please dont come up here.
A few seconds after sending the message, I caught Conner looking at me again from the other side of the room. His eyes narrowed. I saw him press a button on his phone, and sure enough, I got an incoming call from "the biggest jerk on gods green earth (c)" I declined. It came again. I once again declined.
Stop wasting my time. Answer the damn call Onyx.
I looked to where he was standing, at the drink table, and I flipped him off. I saw him mouth "answer it". I made sure he could see my eye roll. And once more, he called me, but this time I picked up. "What the fuck do you want?" I said through gritted teeth. "Im fine. Its not a big deal. Are you mad at me for hitting him or something?" "Of course not. Im mad at him. He shouldnt have touched you." "Yes, so why is it me youre calling and not him?" I said through the phone. "Because youre more important in this situation." What? "Really? How so? I thought he was your bestfriend, and I was just -what did you call me- oh right, your 'least favorite person'. You hate the fact that I allowed him to 'rearrange my guts'. When did the roles switch Conner?" I sneered. He glared at me. "Chill out Ony-" "Stop calling me that!" Now he truly looked confused. Tears streamed down my face. Im not sure why. I was obviously overreacting. Conner looked genuinely worried. I saw the call end. He started walking towards me, keeping his eyes on my face. I must look horrible. I had to leave. I did not want to talk to him. I shoved my phone into my purse and began running down the bleachers, where I had spent my entire night. I tripped over the last step, basically flying forwards. He caught me. I was relieved, my face-planting would have caused a major scene. His hands lingered on my hips. They were warm. They moved upwards, making my skin tingle where the warmth left. He steadied me, finally resting his hands on my shoulders. "I really need a beer," was all I said. He smiled and said, "Me too. Lets get out of here. Theres gonna be a party at my house later tonight anyways." I glared at him, "Why didnt you invite me?!" "Woah-chill out. I was going to ask you after the dance. Either way, Im inviting you now, am I not?" I rolled my eyes and didnt provide a verbal response. We walked towards his ride, not saying anything. Wait. He had a motorcycle. Of course. Just my luck. Riding on it would require me touching him. Holding onto him. Breathing into his back. "No," I said, shaking my head. He looked at my expression. "What? Oh-oh. I didnt really think this through. Um. Just pretend im someone else." What an idiot. "I cant be that close to you and just pretend it isnt you, Conner." "Whats that supposed to mean?" The corners of his lips were turning upwards. I looked away, embarrassed at the miscommunication. "Sorry. Didnt mean it that way. I meant that youve basically tormented me my entire life. Being that close to you was always my childhood nightmare. I have PTSD." He stared at me. "Well we have to get home somehow, and you got dropped off, so you dont have a car..." He had a valid point. So i said, "Hug me," out of nowhere. He raised his eyebrows. "You know, when woman burst out phrases of intimacy regarding me, its usually not 'hug me'. Usually. Actually, thats kind of hot. Not that im saying youre hot, although-" "Shut up." "Good idea." "Just hug me. Im trying to get over my fear of you. So we can go home." I shivered from the cold, spring had only just begun, and I was wearing a strapless dress. His eyes flickered down my body, taking in every inch of me. I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. I spread out my arms, and he embraced me in them. He lifted me up off the ground so that our heights could match. I didnt flinch at all. Maybe my PTSD had been previously resolved somehow. Maybe I just asked for a hug because I wanted to feel the warmth of his hands on my body again. Maybe- But he set me down before I could finish my thought. "You liar. Youre fine touching me. Get on the bike." He was grinning. Before I could respond, he picked me up and set me down on the motorcycle. Before getting on himself, he moved a piece of my hair back from my face and whispered into my ear, "You know, I wouldve done the same thing." I didn't respond. Then he picked up his helmet and put it on me. His face had to get really close to mine in order for him to adjust the size to fit me. He lingered there for a moment, then threw his leg over the side and got on the bike. "Put your arms around me, and dont let go." So i didnt.
We got to his house and he obeyed my earlier command for a beer. He had a really nice house-of course- and he told me that his parents were away for the weekend, visiting a relative. He turned on the tv to the nearest channel (Football) and sat down on the couch, sipping his beer. Rude. I sat down next to him and I caught his smirk in my peripheral vision. "You like football?" He asked. I nodded. Sometime in the next half hour, I began shivering. His house was freezing. He took one glance at me and silently found a blanket in another room. He also offered me another beer-which I gladly accepted. He draped the blanket over me and got back on the couch. He kept trying to steal some of it from me, until I finally gave in and move closer to him on the couch. Only about ten minutes later, I fell asleep. When I woke up, my head was leaning on Conner's shoulder. Shit. I jerked up to my original position and found him staring at me. "Please go back. My shoulder's cold." "No" "Why not?" "Because I said so." "Bitch," he said, playfully shoving me away from him. I shoved him back harder, while he was holding his drink, and it spilled on his shirt. I barked out a laugh, and he tried his best to hide his smile, but failed miserably. "And they say romance is dead," he joked. i rolled my eyes. We continued to shove each other back and forth until he jumped onto me, pinning me to the bottom of the couch, so that I couldnt move. I was very conscious of his body on top of mine. I didnt dare move. Shifting his weight to only using one of his hands to hold himself above me, he reached out with his other hand to grab his drink. He poured it all over me, my face, my dress, my neck. Then, he slowly bent down and licked some of the beer off of my cheek. Then my other cheek, then my nose, then—the doorbell rang. He froze. I wouldve done the same if I wasnt already in shock of what he had just done. "I should...probably go answer that." I just nodded. He gave me one last look and rolled off of me. I didnt really want to get up, but I was all sticky. Ellie and Kaye were the first to arrive. Ellie looked at me and smirked. "Woah Nyx. What have you two been up to?" she asked. "Oh nothing. We didnt do anything," Conner said very quickly, the words just pouring out. Kaye grinned and said, "Ah yes. That explains why her hair is all tangled and it looks like she decided to go swimming in a bathtub full of beer." Conner rolled his eyes and said, "Well if youre gonna continue to bully us, just know that we're not telling you what happened. Ever." "Okay okay, relax Con, we're just here for the beer," Ellie said, and she and Kaye walked into the garage to get some. Conner turned to face me. "Nyx. Im-uh-sorry. Ill have to admit, ive never tried that beer-licking tactic on anyone. It was probably gross. You can go shower if you want. Again, it was weird, my apologies." My eyes widened. I replied, "Dont apologize. It was hot. Like, reallyyy hot." I wasnt lying. He grinned at me and said, "Good to know. In that case, I'll definitely have to use it again in the future." I grinned back. He reached out and put his hand under my chin and lifted it. He bent his head downwards and slowly licked the drying beer off my forehead. Then he lightly pushed me in the opposite direction and pointed upwards. "Bathrooms up there. Go shower. Use the one in my room. Feel free to borrow any of my clothes if needed. Or you can just come back down here naked, im sure nobody would mind." He smirked and my face reddened. "Thanks." I walked upstairs, aware of him staring at my back. It was obvious which room was his. There was a big sign on the door that read, "Conner," most likely drawn by his younger sister, Jade. Of Conners entire family, I liked Jade best. She had no idea of the conflict between me and her brother, and her seven-year-old self was the sweetest. I found a towel in the linen closet and walked into Conners bedroom. I found a tshirt and a pair or shorts in his dresser. I wasnt wearing a bra under my dress, so i guess i'd have to go braless. I took the clothes into the bathroom and started the shower water. I took my dress off and walked into the hot water. The only soap and shampoo that were available were the kind that had a more masculine scent. Oh jeez, I was going to smell like Conner. Though Im not entirely cinvinced that was a bad thing. After I thoroughly washed off all the beer, I turned off the water and put on Conner's clothes. After I got dressed, I walked out of the bathroom to find Conner, sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. He looked up at me when I came out, and hopped off the bed. "You sure you dont just wanna walk downstairs naked? The people will love you." Thats when I realized the loud music that was playing, and the voices talking over each other. "Im good. But thanks for the suggestion, I might take it into consideration for next time." I smiled at him. He smiled back. "you smell funny," he said after a minute of staring at me. i rolled my eyes. "so your saying you smell funny?" i replied. "Whatever, oh—by the way, you look hot as fuckkkk in my clothes," i blushed, and changed the subject, "lets go downstairs." "Alright, lets go have some fun!" Conner said. I nodded and followed him through the door.
It was 3 am, and I was wasted. I could barely talk without slurring my words, and I did actually consider stripping in front of everyone. Some small part of my brain told me not to though, so that was that. Some random guy from my grade suggested we play some games. First up, seven minutes in heaven. Some kids named Ally and Leo got paired up together, then Kaye and Rachael, and our latest pair was Ellie and Jordan. The game progressed on, and I finally got picked with someone. Conner. I got picked with Conner, out of all names. We walked upstairs to the closet used for the game (so that no one could hear us) and went inside. It was very dark. Conner turned on his phone flashlight. "Im pretty sure thats cheating." "What, you gonna snitch? I cant see anything in here." "Isnt that the whole point? Nevermind. What do you wanna talk about?" I couldnt see his expression, "There are many people who only play this game for the sexual part. You are just a different breed of human." I rolled my eyes in the dark. I tried squirming, but there was barely any room to move. Then he said, "Well, I do have one question." "Go for it," I said. "Alright. Why did you get so mad when I called you Onyx? I thought that was what you wanted me to call you. You pretty much blew up." I bit my lip. I needed to sober up. I could barely think, but I spoke the answer that was in my head. "I guess I just thought it was cool that you had your own nickname for me that no one else used, even if I hated it. It was special to me, even though I didnt realize that until it was gone." He was silent for almost a minute. Then he looked up at me and said, "Well, we only have three minutes left. Any specific requests for what we do with rest of our time? I have one." "Tell me." And he leaned his drunk head towards me and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was incredibly sloppy, our mouths kept falling off of each other. He grabbed the sides of my head to steady himself. He leaned me hard against the wall, completely devouring my mouth with his own. It wasnt a gentle kiss, nor one of a meaningless hookup. I slid my arms under his shirt and felt his muscles. The alarm went off and we broke apart, breathing heavily. His eyes bore into my own. "Nyxie." I pressed my lips to his one last time before getting up and grabbing his hand. "Come on Conner, dont act like such a lightweight." And we headed downstairs together. Ellie asked us what we did, and I told her that we only talked. I had to talk with a sober Conner about this. Everyone that was left at the house was leaving, but I decided to stay. Well, drunk Conner asked me to.
We were in his room, everyone else had already left. He took one look at me and closed the distance. He smelled like sandalwood, and tasted like beer. His tongue wrapped onto mine until I bit it. He broke away and scowled at me. But I just pushed him onto the bed. He grinned, realizing what I was doing and began peeling off his clothes. Somewhere in between kisses, he'd pulled mine off too. His hands travelled from my breasts, to my hip, and down a bit more. He slid three fingers inside me at once, and if took a lot not to yelp. I was only slightly conscious of what I was doing. He had a look on his face that told me he didnt want any teasing. Just to get straight to the point. He flipped us so that I was beneath him. Only playing with my breasts for a few more seconds, he positioned himself in the right place, and slid into me. My breath hitched and I just wanted more. He went hard, and Ill admit, I ended screaming a few times. We fell asleep together an hour later, naked.
We were both sobered up the next morning. I didnt say anything about it until lunch. We were on the couch watching football together, when I finally couldnt take it anymore, so I turned it off. "What the hell Nyxie? I was watching that!" He called me Nyxie, so he must remember some. "Oh please. Were you actually watching? Or just taking secret glances at me the entire time when you thought I wasnt looking?" His eyes widened. "How did you kn-" "Quiet. We're talking about last night, dont even try to change the subject. Got it?" He looked as if he'd been dreading that his worst nightmare would come alive, and it just did. "First of all, what do you remember?" He tried remembering last night. "The basics, not the details. Definitely not any details." "And do you regret what we did?" He hesitated before answering. "No. Of course not. But i wish I was a little more sober for the, eh, experience." I waited a few seconds before asking the last quesion, debating whether or not to ask it. Well, why not? "Okay. And lastly, do you want to kiss me right now?" Finally looking at me with a hard stare, he answered easily, "Hell yeah." It was an improvised question, but I couldnt look at him and not ask it. I walked over to where he was sitting, and I straddled him, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Good. Because so do I," and I slammed my lips onto his. We both fought for control and he eventually won. Making out was fun, so we did it for a solid 20 minutes. Then he bit my lip. I yelped. He pulled away and smirked against my lips. "Ready for the fun?" I wondering what that would be like. I nodded, ushering him on. All he whispered was, "Im gonna make you scream," and he was pinning me to the wall opposite the couch. He lowered himself down and extended his arms to keep me on the wall. He stuck one hand under my (his) shirt, grabbing my breast. He tickled, played with it before standing back up and completely ripping my shirt off. He stared hungrily into my eyes and grabbed my chin, pulling my mouth to his. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and caressing. My back arched and I let out a small groan. Something about that sound made him slip a hand down my pants, finding a new place to explore. "Please..." I mumbled. he gave me a lazy smile and plunged his finger into me. It was slow, like he was waiting for more noises to come out of me. I happily obliged and let a few slip out. He started going faster, even adding another finger. His wicked smile aimed right at me as he watched me squirm around. I moaned loudly. "Youre so hot when youre horny," he said. Then he took out the fingers and put them in his mouth. He sucked and sucked, breathing hard. I want to knock him down myself, so I bodyslammed him onto the ground. He stumbled and fell, not expecting the shock, and I landed on top of him. "Um, excuse me? What exactly do you think youre doing?" He asked me, amused. "Take off your clothes. Now," I said. "So bossy" he replied, but tore off his pants and shirt. I laid on top of him, just admiring him. I felt a bulge forming about halfway down. I slid down and removed his boxers. My turn to suck. I flicked my tongue against his tip and he shuddered. I put the rest of my mouth on it and sucked. "Fuck," he said, almost going into a shout. Before I could keep going, he flipped us so that he was on top of me. His lips found mine, but this time, they were gentle and passionate. I know he wanted me. I wanted him. He spread my legs and positioned himself at my entrance. And he slid in. And in. And in. I screamed. He took me on the ground, on the couch, and even against the wall. And then we went upstairs to his bedroom. Once again, I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me, not daring to let go.
My phone buzzed.
Wake up loser.
I looked at the time, 5 pm. I had slept for almost two hours.
Asshole. I was having a good dream.
Was I in it?
You always find a way to make everything about you.
I totally was, wasnt I?
Yes you were, you prick.
Knew it. Come downstairs. I want a kiss.
Come up here then. My legs hurt.
So do mine. Now get down here, my lips are cold, i need u to fix them:)
Im not kidding. I cant feel my legs. You broke them
Crawl
Im not going to fucking crawl to you
"Why not? It would be, like, super hot if you crawled up to me and just started sucking my c—" "Conner!" I interjected, "Youre crazy. Please dont repeat whatever you were about to say." I caught him grinning, "Only bad bitches crawl to me." I shook my head. "Doesnt work on me. I already know Im a bad bitch." "Damn." And in one fell swoop, he lifted me off of the bed and started carrying me downstairs. "Conner! Put me down! Now! Conner! I-aghhh," I yelled as he threw me onto the couch. I grinned at him, "Youre sooo dead!" I got up, stumbling and limping because my legs truly were sore. He caught me and stood me upright. I pecked him once on the lips and tried to escape his grasp to go eat, but he pulled me back to his face, so that our noses were touching. "Nyxie, I believe you owe me a kiss." I blushed and said, "Pucker up Conner." I felt the corner of his lips turn upwards on mine. Then they pressed onto mine. Then they were moving on mine. And mine moved back. The article was right, that day at the park really was the beginning to an enemies-to-lovers romance. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. His mouth pulled away from mine and he rested his cheeck on too of my head. "I think i've wanted to kiss you for a while. Well, Ive thought you were pretty since I first met you, and ive wanted to fuck the living shit out of you since, like, last year," he started, as my jaw dropped to the floor, "but I never really wanted to kiss you until that day in the bathroom, when you laughed at something I said. I almost never see you laugh. It was so pretty. I wanted to kiss you so badly. Just kiss you. and fuck you. Forever." At that, I squeezed him a little tighter. "And now you can. Whenever you want. Alright, what do you want to eat? Im starving," "You," he said, hungrily. "I think ill take you up on that..." I leaned so close to him our lips almost touched, but not quite, as I added, "...later," and pulled away with a sly grin. I walked into his kitchen, my limp almost gone, and opened the fridge. Okay. What do you want to eat?" I asked, turning to look back at him. He stared back at me, openmouthed. "That was mean...very mean. And...hot. How dare you," he paused, then said, "Youre going to regret that later," he crossed to room to where I was standing, "very much," and looked into the fridge. I smiled to myself. I knew what "later" implied. "How about a sandwich?" he asked, as if nothing happened. "Sounds good."
I took my last bite, and walked to the kitchen again to through away my plate. He caught up to me. It only took half a second after throwing away my trash for Conner to have his hands on me again. He pushed me towards the nearest countertop and pressed me against it. One hand went on my back, the other to the back of my neck to support my head as he kissed me. I hooked my legs around him and he grabbed one of my thighs, squeezing and massaging. After some time, he set me down on the countertop, removing the bottom half of my clothes. He bent his knees to get a better angle, and started licking my entrance. I wriggled and squirmed, but his hands were holding down my hips. He lightly bit and pulled on my clit with his teeth, and it felt amazing. I moaned so loudly that he did it again, pulling and licking. Everything was going fine, until he randomly paused what he was doing. I was so turned on and horny that I could barely think. He got up, and walked away, expressionless and without saying anything. I saw him go upstairs and heard a door close. What the fuck? I laid there, feeling the coolness of the counter. I- my body couldnt process anything. He just got up and left. I was so turned on. I wanted to feel him inside me. But he left. Maybe he didnt want me. Maybe he was lying the entire time about everything. My hands were shaking. I slowly got down and put my clothes back on. Did he not want me? My horny mind was so confused. I went to sit on the bottom of the stairs. Tears began streaming down my face. My thoughts swirled. Why would he just leave. I let out a whimper. Did he really hate me so much that he pretended to like me, fuck me, just so that he could take it all back in a single instant. My sniffles echoed up the stairs, but I tried to keep them quiet. I didnt want him to know that I was crying. I heard my phone ring from the other room. I stood up to go grab it.
Are you crying?
Why would you care?
Why are you crying?
Why the fuck do you think? Im going to leave now. My mom's probably lonely.
WAIT WHAT? NYXIE-
Too late. im already outside.
I heard the front door to his house open. "Jesus Christ, you over sensitive littlefreak. Why the hell are you out here? Were you seriously planning on walking home in the rain?" Maybe I didnt hear him correctly, but the tone he used for the word "freak" was more of a pet-name type, like how we called each other "loser". But i wasnt sure, so I kept walking. I felt a warm hand close around mine. He stepped in front of me, blocking my path. The rain flattened his black hair against his head, making him 1000 times more attractive. Almost all the horniness was gone, but he was never unattractive to me, no matter hiw lomg I knew him. He leaned towards me, examining my face to see if I was crying on not. I hoped the rain would make it hard for him to tell, but sure enough, his eyes softened and he used his thumbs to wipe away any trace of tears off of me. "Nyxie. Dont you remeber me telling you that you were going to regret teasing me? I meant it." He smirked and said, "You seriously have no idea how hard it was to walk away from you, you jackass. I definitely didnt expect you to cry over losing me, but guess I have that effect on people." He was full on grinning now. I was staring at him. I remebered teasing him, reminding myself to never do it again, unless I wanted the same fate for me. "Dont ever do that again. Ever. Ill break up with you that same second." "Oh? I wasn't aware we were dating." If possible, his grin widened even more as he said that. His eyes were glowing as he looked into mine. I quickly looked away, shame spreading over me. I felt my cheeks redden. Its true, we werent dating. And I obviously screwed up any chance of it ever happening. Fuck. I still wanted him, I had to at least admit that much to myself. I felt that warmth underneath my chin again as he slowly turned my face back to his. His smile was gone. "Alright, ive embarrassed you enough for one day, so let me be straight with you for once. I love you. Date me." WHAT? My mouth dropped open, my eyes widened. I was too shocked to move. We stared at each other. The sound lf the rain was pounding into my ears. He loved me? I definitely wasnt hearing that right. No, thats what he said. Id watched his lips make the word. And he wanted to date me. Me! Of all the woman-and men- he could get, hewanted me. I could feel him start to get worried-he thought I was going to reject him. My heart raced. "I-Okay. Yes. I will-yes," I managed to slip the few words out of my mouth. His relief shone. He grinned, grabbed my hand, and pulled me all the way inside. Without hesitation, he ran us into the kitchen. "Conner, what are you doing?" "Finishing what we started earlier. Please dont cry this time." "If you dont want me to cry, dont fucking leave my horny ass down here, naked, in the middle of your kitchen, just to get back at me for being hungry." He stopped. "Liar. You did the same thing. You teased me while I was horny. Its not my fault you were so sensitive that you cried and left." I glared at him. He glared back. Desire shone in his eyes. It probably shone in mine as well. At the same moment, we leaped for each other. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him. He put his around my neck and kissed me back. Our mouths wrapped around each other. He leaned me against the back of the couch. The couch. He broke away for one second, his eyes still closed, just to say, "Please, please get angry with me more often. Its overwhelmingly sexy. Whatever disagreement we were having, I automatically agree with your side," and went back to kissing me. In my head, I giggled at his words. I would definitely take that into consideration. He trailed kisses down my neck, devouring me. My back arched so far back that he had to wrap his hands around my back and steady me so that we wouldnt fall backwards. We did anyway. His hand grabbed the first thing it saw. My breast. I cried out. My tender breast ached. The way we fell, over the couch, made his legs spread over mine. I kicked his nuts, not super hard, but hard enough that I knew it would hurt. He loudy cursed and rolled off me. "What the hell Nyxie? I take back what I said, your anger isnt always sexy. Its fucking painful." He clutched his dick. I massaged my breast. "You almost detached my boob from my body! That shit hurts. An eye for an eye Conner!" He narrowed his eyes at me and said, "I make you my girlfriend and the first thing you do is abuse me and my precious dick." I laughed. "Then do you regret it? You better not. You were the one who said you loved me." I eyed him, suspiciously. He rolled his eyes. "I meant what I said, jerk, of course I dont regret it." The thought of him loving me made me response, "We should talk." "Fine, after sex. Not before. Never before." Now I rolled my eyes. He offered me his hand, and I took it. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, slow and hard. Then I was slammed against a wall. My shirt was off. He started trailing kisses down my stomach, careful to avoid my chest area. Annoyed, I tipped his head back to look at him. "Stop being nice. You skipped the best part. Just please dont literally pull them off my body." A wicked grin. "Work on your bossy-ness Nyx," but he still complied, his hands flat against the wall and my nipple in between his teeth.
We finished, and as promised, we were going to talk. "Well, Nyxie, there happens to be very few places in this house where I wouldnt fuck you. I can barely keep my hands off you as is." He was right. That would be difficult. I had an idea. "What if we made it a challenge? The first one to touch the other gets to get teased by the other. But this time, it wont be a surprise, so hopefully, if you win, I wont run away crying." He looked at me thougtfully and replied, "Thats actually a good idea. But lets make it harder. We both have to be naked." I grinned and nodded.
So thats how I ended up sitting on the floor of Conners shower, naked. He was directly across from me. We stared at each other. As if he just couldnt help it, his eyes begin sliding downwards-"Conner!" I snapped in his face. He looked back up, frowning. "I am so gonna loose this." "Do you really love me?" I asked. He sighed and said, "Yes." "But earlier you said that you only wanted to kiss me in the bathroom and school. Im so confused." "I lied. Kind of. I did wanna kiss you since then. I have wanted to fuck you since last year, and yes, ive always thought you were pretty. But ive been in love with you for as long as I can remember." If we're 17-that meant hes felt that way for over seven years. "So then why were you always mean to me? You couldve just told me." His face slightly twisted as he answered the question. "I couldnt have you find out. I pretended to hate you. Then you started hating me, and my 'pretend' hate turned into reall hate. I resented you so much for being in all my thoughts, my dreams, my nightmare. I avoided you at all costs, and when I couldnt, I hurt you. I even found it genuinely funny when I humiliated you in front of others. I hated you because I could never be truly cruel or angry in front of you, I always grinned in situations, used plenty of sarcasm, laughed at things you said. I hated you because I could never date other girls. Well, okay, I dated some girls in middle school and stuff, but it was never serious. Those 'relationships' never lasted longer than three weeks, and its not like we actually liked each other that way. We just wanted to be popular. And we were. But when I got older, my hatred for you turned into pure digust. I could never sleep with a girl without thinking about you, never ask a girl out without thinking of you. I told everyone I knew to hate you, told them false information. They only listened because im the hottest guy at our school," I rolled my eyes at this particular comment, and he smirked as he saw it, but continued, "At this point, I obviously couldnt tell you how I felt about you, I would die before telling you. You were afraid of me, I could see it in your eyes whenever you looked at me. I loved that. Then something changed. For the first time ever, when we were in that bathroom, discussing who the hell wrote that article about us, which, by the way, I wanted to kill whoever wrote it, but then I found it was just Ellie and Kaye and I let them slide, anyw-" I interrupted him with a face of shock, "It was ELLIE and KAYE? When were you going to tell me this?" "Oh right. Apologies. I only found out today. After I-um, went up to my room alone. I wanted some time to find out who did it. I asked around and found the people who submitted the picture to school news. So i texted them and we fought for some time. Then I texted you and-" "Oh nevermind, continue with your story. Please," i added hastily when I saw his glare. "Anyways, we were in that bathroom at school, and you laughed. And we talked more, and you got annoyed with me and wanted to leave, and I grabbed your arm. I grabbed your goddamn arm. By accidental instinct, of course. Everything changed between us in that moment. Was I upset? Yes. Was I happy? Also yes. So I stayed on good terms with you. I let my hate finally slide away. I licked beer off of you. I got so drunk that I slept with you, although, It does take two people to sleep together, but im assuming you were drunk as well. So, here we are. Naked in my shower, staring at each other, me confessing my love to you. Did you know you have a really cute nose? Stop looking at me like that." I smiled and bent forward to kiss him. I placed my hands on his shoulder and- fuck. No no no no no no no no. I touched him. He was grinning so hard. Oh lord. "Fine, one kiss, I literally cant resist you. Youre like a drug. I hate you but i cant stay away from you—kidding, babe. " He cupped my face with his hands and I secretly reached back behind me. My hand touched metal and I twisted upwards and to the right. Freezing cold water spewed down on him and he broke away, yelping when it touched him. Then I turned off the water. He glared at me. I stated, "All I wanted to say was, Thank you. For telling me that. It means a lot to me." I wondered to myself when I would be able to tell him I loved him, and mean it. Not now, but I would sometime in the future. For now, I just really really really liked him. I stood up and offered him a hand. He paused before taking it, admiring my body. I wasn't uncomfortable, but I pulled on his arm so that he would stand up anyway.
It was really late, and we ended up doing quite a lot of naughty stuff today. We laid on his bed together, at last fully clothed, and I took out my phone. I went to the camera app and I snapped a few shots of him, then us together (using flash), then I opened up text messages and sent the best one to Ellie. She replied:
Oh. my. god. Are you guys dating?!?!?! Pleaseeeee say yes!!!
yeah lol.
OMGGGGGGFGGFGGGGGG. You guys are a p o w e r couple! can i tell kaye???
ssjdjfhfjs sure.
Alright. Awwwwww im so happy. Im telling her rn!Ill see you tmrw at school Nyx! You have to tell me everything! gn!
Okayyy. gn!
Ellie was so sweet. I turned to Conner and found him completely asleep on my shoulder. I went on to instagram and decided to post the pics of us together. One where we stuck our tongues out at each other, one where I was staring dreamily at him while he was just smirking, and one where we were actually kissing, though that one was a tiny bit blurry, indicating how fast he grabbed for me. I captioned it with a heart and clicked post. I wondered what people would say. I hoped Conner wouldnt get mad at me for posting them. I forgot to ask him if it was alright. I remembered the time he told me that it would "ruin his reputation" but i started to believe that was just a cover-up. I set my phone down on his nightstand and laid down. I shut my eyes and let myself succumb to the darkness.
I woke to my alarm at 6:30 am. As i clicked to turn it off, I saw that I had 375 instagram messages, 59 snapchat messages, and 44 texts. I logged on to insta and saw that my post had 10x as many likes as my other posts. 23 Comments were from Conner. They mostly went:
Damn youre so hot.
Wake up you loser I want to hug you.
We so hot.
Very pretty.
My ear looks weird in the second one.
Why cant i be as hot as u
nyxie nyxie nyxie nyxie nyxie nyxie ily
hottt
am i really that aggressive irl? i need to know
Im such a good kisser
we should kiss more often
You have nice hair
I blushed to myself, pulling my knees to my chest. Did he really like me that much? Well, i knew he did, but still, ive never felt wanted until now.It felt really damn good.
"Very hot indeed," Conner said as I walked down the stairs. "Im sorry for posting it. I couldnt resist." "What, did you think I would be mad about something like that? Of course its fine."
When we got to school, we walked side by side, not quite holding hands though. Everyone was staring at us.
After fourth period, I went to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, Rylie and her clique walked in. I could tell she had been crying, her eyes were red. She stared at my furiously. "You bitch." She walked over to me and grabbed my hair and pulled it upwards. I cried out. Her friends blocked the exits as she used me as her own personal punching bag. She got so many hits on me that I could barely walk. As her final move, she kicked me, hard, in the stomach. That was my last strand. I fell unconsciously onto the ground, banging my head on a bunch of walls on the way down.
I woke in a completely different room. The lights were bright and my eyes were fuzzy. I vaguely saw people standing around me and a...heart monitor in the corner? Ah yes...emergency room. What had Rylie done to me. A bright pain swirled in my head. It hurt too much to think. I let out a small cry, a cry for help. I felt someone take one of my hands and I briefly felt my moms fingers brush the opposite cheek.