Part Six

Rocky rested his head on his arms. He was in the school's library doing research for an english assignment. At least that was what he was supposed to be doing. He didn't get any sleep the night before or the night before that. In fact, since he stopped being around Aisha completely, the whole natue of his dreams had changed.

Before he met up with her, Rocky's dreams were purely sexual, then afterwards, the dreams became romantic and loving, now his dreams showed him being tied down and used as Aisha's sex toy and if he was waking up ninty percent of the time with a burning erection, he was waking up a hundred twenty percent now with one.

Dream Aisha's new persona seemed to reflect what was going on between them in the waking word.

He saw the girl a few times a day and he had little to no kind of contact from her. Cream Aisha was now teasing him from afar. Stripping for him, touching herself. On days he did not see her his dream Aisha portrayed the same effect. In those dreams, he was blind folded as she would touch, but not touch, taste but not taste. It was insane.

Rocky's head shot up when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, Rock-man, easy." said his room mate Martin.

"Huh?" Rocky said rubbing the sleep our of his eye.

"I just wanted to tell you that Rick's having a party tonight and we're invited."

"Cool."

"You goin'?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

'Anything to get my mind off of Aisha.' Rocky thought.

That night, Rocky dressed for the party. He wore a tight red shirt and black jeans. It had been a while since he wore red. Ever since they switched to Zeo his main color of choice had been blue. He had to admit the color looked a lot better on him than on Tommy and blue always suited Billy more that himself.

"Hey, Rock, you ready?" Martin asked knocking on the door.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a sec." Rocky replied as he put on his white sneakers and tied them.

He opened his bedroom door and he walked out. They walked out of thier building and down the street to the nearest Frat house.

The party had already begun when they entered the building. They heard the music as soon as they exited their apartment building, but now that they were there, they could see tons of people inside and out.

When Rocky and Martin entered, they parted ways and Rocky found a place to sit that wasn't already occupied.

He sat their for along while. Boys offered him drinks, he turned them down, he was an angry drunk. He found out one night when he, Adam and another boy were drinkin before he became a ranger. Girls offered to dance with him. He danced with a few of them, but other than that showed no interest in them.

Later into the night, Rocky noticed a small crowd gather near the kitchen. He had been there with a couple of girls. That was the main dance area.

Curiosity gripped him as well as a part of him he had forgtten moved him towards the group of people. He had a feeling he should push towards the front and he did. Rage overtook the former Red Ranger.

There in front of him was Aisha. His Aisha.

She was dancing with some guy he had seem a few times at school, but never really noticed and it wasn't the dancing that pissed him off it was the way they were dancing.

Aisha was facing away from the guy, his hands were on her hips and they were grinding into each other.

A jealous wave came to Rocky and he burst into the circle, grabbed the guy, and punched him in his nose. It took a minute for Aisha to register what had just happened.

"Rocky? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Rocky said nothing as he glared down at the guy who now had a bloody nose.

"Rocky DeSantos!"

"Don't ever touch her like that again, 'cause if you do, your nose won't be the only thing that's broken." He said ignoring her.

"Rocky!" Aisha squealed as Rocky hoisted her onto his shoulder and carried her all the way to his apartment.