Three's a Tangle
Written By: Grothia
Chapter Two: Sexual Tension
Kat yawned in a long lazy sort of fashion; the sun was hot on her face and neck as she waited outside the school with Ozuma. Charity was late as per usual, Kat decided their beloved Dean was most likely giving her the third degree; she supposed she would hear about it later.
Rotating to her side against the old rust bucket Ozuma was proud to call his car; she faced him. He sat kneeling in a rather irritated fashion in the limited shade that his car could provide. She felt a smile ghost her lips at how hard he was trying to remain calm. Not usually a hard feat for the red and grey two-toned male, but then again considering the temperature even her own; Buddhist-worthy patience was starting to wear.
Where was that girl?
It was going on 4 o'clock and she had been carted off to the Deans at lunch hour around 1 o'clock. It just didn't make sense.
"Where is she?" Ozuma asked in a would-be casual tone. Kat glanced at him bemused.
"I don't know"
He sighed agitated and softly knocked his head back against his car door. Getting a wicked brain wave she casually spoke as if commenting on the fine weather.
"Perhaps she's fucking the Dean's brains out, perhaps he threatened to chuck her out and this is the trade off." She drew a breath. "Although I myself would know better then to give him everything, obviously if she truly is screwing him what will she do next time she's in trouble? The old guy is only going to risk his reputation so long." Kat watched Ozuma through-out her little diatribe and was bemused as he went from dropping his mouth open like a fish to smiling to nodding his head in agreement.
Kat nodded as if something unattainable had been grasped in her minds eye and let a little evil glint in her eye as she stared straight ahead.
"Ah of course, her true aim is not only to stay in school she wants the Dean out of the way, of course!" She punched the air enthusiastically. "Blackmail. Seduce the Dean and besides a very nasty memory her success in school is secured...at least until the next tyrant try's his or her hand at taming the horde of teenage hormones. Honestly whoever thought locking a thousand-plus very hormonal teenagers in one place for about 5 hours a day and expected them to sit and learn had to either been menstruating or not getting off."
She finished her little monologue and glanced at Ozuma who was cradling his head in on the tops of his knee caps, shaking very slightly.
"Did I say something amusing?" she asked in the most naive voice she could muster.
"You're sick"
Kat smiled dreamily. "I know"
Ozuma chuckled, Kat snorted, and the silence ensued between them once more.
Another twenty minutes snailed by and Kat was at her limit. To hell with Charity, if she wanted to get home she would just have to bus it today, she was going home.
Pushing her hands against the rust colored door she hoisted herself up and began walking to the passenger side of the car.
"It's hotter inside" Ozuma supplied dazedly. His agitation had given way to the all powerful sun-sleepiness.
"Turn on the air conditioning"
Ozuma leaned up to look at her. She was serious.
He leaned back.
"No way! I am not running my precious car into the ground just 'cause your hot, wait in the sticky-ness with me or go home, where the heck is Charity anyways. You sure she didn't go home?"
Her hand on the scalding door handle threatened to blister. She grinned at him.
"Then let's go, Charity wants to hang around school all day then let her, I for one am going home to take shelter till this god forsaken sun goes to Hades." Kat gave him an irritated look that was his permission to abandon his post
"Redheads and the sun do not mix well." she added in an undertone that he caught.
"You're not a natural redhead" he pointed out.
"But I'm pale enough to be scorched, I don't want to ruin my beautiful alabaster complexion" she said with a sniff that was completely unnatural and utterly ridiculous although Ozuma couldn't actually say anything against it, the girl did have a nice complexion, not to mention a nice booty.
Compromising he resorted to chuckling and shaking his head. He'd never figure her out. One minute she was a cynical scary intellectual the next a ditzy, huffy little drama queen.
Ozuma had happily complied in starting the car and they took a few moments to soak in the cool air after a few moments of dry air, before departing for Kat's area of town.
They said nothing to each other, but this was normal, Kat often had little to say unless it involved her in someway. She was self involved but in a way that wasn't grating like Alison and Angie were. Ozuma long since learned to allow her, her peace, besides often their friendship was on her terms, strangely it never bothered him.
Plus no one could say she was necessarily boring once they got to know her, it was just getting to know her that was the mission impossible part.
He wondered idly what it would be like to date her. However he knew they could never be, it'd ruin everything and he valued her as a person in his life too much to jeopardize their friendship.
She was one of those girls he could honestly talk to even if she wasn't necessarily supportive.
Ozuma grinned sardonically. If Kat had had any idea what was going on in his head she'd smack him upside the head and ask him if he was suffering from malaria. Then she'd run so far and fast away from him, he lose her.
At this thought his grin was washed away with a grim line.
"Dude you missed my house, no worries just stop here, I'll walk." Ozuma stopped the car in a kind of daze and glanced casually at her as she climbed out of the car. She wasn't terribly thin but very streamlined and athletic, and although he'd always noticed her breasts he couldn't help but take a particularly long examination of them.
A flash of her nakedly pressing them against his own bare chest, gave him an instant hard on. He rearranged himself in time for her to look back down at him smiling, utterly oblivious.
"I think the heats gotten to your head, go home and take a long cold shower" she laughed at him and tucked her earphones into place walking away.
Ozuma waved and managed a casual 'bye' before she slammed the car door. He glanced into the rear mirror and watched how her torso swayed when she walked. He tried to imagine her in booty shorts and this time let out a groan. That girl didn't even care about the affect she sometimes had on people.
He pulled away from the curb and although in need of a cold shower he headed over to his girlfriend of 2 years house and decided to sweat it off. He merely reminded himself he was allowed to look and imagine all he wanted as long as he never acted on his impulses; he was fine.
Kat walked for a few minutes trying to suppress the sudden thought that she might be attracted to Ozuma. She wasn't exactly green as far as sexual attraction was concerned, so she had no problem viewing in her mind the fantasy starring Ozuma and herself.
She felt a spike of lust and wrote it off as sexual frustration. She was horny that's all, and she already knew what the practical thing to do about it was.
She circled the corner and dipped through the chain link fence. Several red, blonde, fury, four-legged, small dogs came hurtling towards her like furry little barking rockets.
They crowded and barked at her non-stop the whole way to her residence; finally once she got to her steps she kicked two out of the way with enough force to push them off the miniature landing. Once inside she promptly flipped on the stereo to drown out the noise with more noise.
Looking down she noticed a cigarette butt on her pristine laminated floors. Kat may be messy but she wasn't by far dirty, that cigarette butt was not welcome, but recognized immediately.
She dropped her school bag with a clunk and picked up the disgusting thing off her floor. She growled under her breath and stormed back out the way she came.
"No more"
"How dare he"
It only took a few steps to reach her destination; the dogs – about 7 Pomeranians – were swarmed about her, the noise agitating her further. Using the flat of her hand she pounded on the door hard enough to shake the whole place.
The dogs continued to bark and yap with ear piercing ferocity until.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Kat yelled at the top of her voice, the dogs barely missed a beat; two or three of the younger ones stopped but only long enough for the other four or five to yelp some more.
She didn't have to tolerate this very long until she saw a shadow in the window. Kat had waited long enough, she stormed into the trailer.
The door opened up to the living room and kitchen with the bedroom located in the back. Although the bedroom may have been the more suited area for the activities, that were displayed in the living room.
Kat's mother was sitting on the couch opposite to where the door was, in a baby tee-shirt and nothing else with her legs spread in a near split. Kat was saved the image of her mother's privates (not that she hadn't seen them countless times before) by the smooth bald head of her supposed step father, Adrian Rosbergen.
"OI!" Kat snapped, waving the cigarette butt in the air, but she got no response from either of them.
Adrian had no idea she was there, due to the white i-pod in his ears. But Kat glared at her mother straight in the eye, who was looking past her, apparently high as a kite.
Snapping her mouth shut and grinding her teeth she decided to be more direct, she did the unthinkable. She strode right over to where Adrian was licking/sucking and ripped the i-pod from his head.
Nine-Inch-Nails – Closer blared at her from the tiny speakers.
Kat was standing so close to him that when he bent his head back to look at her he was perfectly level with her crotch. Of course Kat hadn't thought about the implications before she had acted. Adrian absently stroked her mother as he gazed up at her stormy expression, the areas around his mouth shiny with moisture.
Kat had long since lost the ability to retch at such a sight; she had been hardened against the obscenity.
Then quick as lightning Kat crack him so sharply across the face he hit the ground with a hell of a protest. Raging she glared down at him.
"What the fuck! If you're jealous I'll be glad to give you whatever you want, but damn girl if you want it that bad I'll take you right now"
A jolt of lust that accompanied the image and implications of his statement was just enough to slow her down so he could grab her and stroke her through her jeans between her unwisely set apart legs.
To any 'normal' human being she look angry enough to kill, more likely to cause pain then pleasure. This logic caught up with Kat as she pushed him roughly to floor the anger she felt before renewed and reinforced with rage and embarrassment. She cracked him again with the back of her hand for good measure. He tried to protest angrily but she dug her foot sharply into his chest and held him down.
"Bastard." She spat him.
"Don't you dare take me to be the same fool as my god-forsaken pitiful piece of ass Mother?" She seemed to get the message through as he watched her cautiously.
He was drunk of course, but at least she had managed to cow him before he could establish any kind of dominance over her.
"Now I'm going make this very quick and simple so your feeble little mind better pay attention"
"I don't know what you were doing in my trailer, but if I ever catch you sneaking around it again, so help me I'll burst your balls and use the spermicidal fluid to create my next work called 'orgasmic', have I made myself clear or would you like a demonstration?"
Adrian paled as he processed the painful image.
She jerked her head in an angry nod and picked her foot off his chest. He tried to stand immediately and Kat slammed her foot back down.
"Stay" She snapped, reveling in the power trip she was on. A twisted smirk accompanied her angular features.
She look away from Adrian as she took a disgusted glance at her 'mother' she had picked up where Adrian had left off, mindlessly playing with herself as she leaned back on to the couch. She seemed to suddenly notice Kat, but obviously too high to realize what was happening.
"Oh darling! Are you home from school? It's bastardly cold in here; turn up the heat would you?" She ordered of her daughter.
Automatically Kat crossed to the thermostat and flicked up the heat to its highest temperature.
"Sure thing mama" Kat mocked, the sad truth that no one but her realized what was happening; punctured her thought briefly.
Looking away and feeling drained from getting so angry she turned away and headed for the door, kicking Adrian in the ribs on her way.
The phone rang shrilly catching her attention. She glanced at the screen and saw it was the school phoning.
Great. Just what she needed.
"Will you get that" Her mother's dazed voice again ordered.
Inwardly groaning she picked up the phone.
"Hello, Is Mrs. Rosbergen Available? It's Bakutan high school phoning regarding her daughter Katrina." The pushy secretary said shortly.
Kat glanced to her mother suppressing a smirk. "No I'm sorry she's currently detained. Can I take a message?" Kat asked in such a sugary sweet voice that the secretary didn't notice it was Kat.
"To whom am I speaking please?" the secretary asked formally.
Thinking quickly Kat glanced at an empty sherry bottle that had rolled across the dirty kitchen floor.
"Oh! My apologies, I am Katrina's Aunt Sherry, I'm here visiting for a few days, my sister Judi seems to be having some trouble with my niece; I've come to lend a hand."
Kat thought she ought to be congratulated. She had to refrain from hissing as Adrian crawled back over to the couch to fumble around her mother.
"Yes that will be fine, Katrina has been suspended for fighting at school today she is restricted to staying at least 200 yards from the school during the hours between 7am and 5 pm for the next 4 days. She may return to school on Monday September 8th. Do you have any questions?" The secretary asked in the same monotone voice she delivered the news with.
Kat herself was livid. She barely contained her anger as she nodded and spoke into the receiver.
"No, thank you, I will make sure my sister and her daughter are informed, thank you for calling."
The secretary seemed to take her tense tone to mean something else as she somberly bid farewell and hung up the phone with a click.
Kat unclenched her hand from the receiver, and calmly touched it back to the charger.
She walked out the door, allowing all seven Pomeranians to crash inwards before closing it with a snap; deftly sending her mother into shrieks and screams as they no doubt molested her.
She went back into her trailer waving idly at Bryan across the way, which was standing outside smoking a joint.
She pranced up the steps to the upper landing and dumped herself on the couch there. She opened the blinds a bit to see Bryan looking intently at her mothers trailer. Due to her stereo, she couldn't tell what was going on, what ever it was it seemed to amuse him.
He dropped his joint to the ground and looked up at her and with the tiniest flick of his wrist she understood herself expected later that night.
She got up and turned the stereo down, she had a head ache. She opened the freezer, pulled out and frozen cheese pizza and stuffed it into the oven. Turning the dial to 350 before stripping her shirt off and running the bath.
True her tub was far too small, she could only just sit with her knee's to her chest in it, but worked well enough she supposed.
She unloaded the scented candles and lit them before turning out the lights and drawing the blinds.
She cursed as she ran out of hot water and the tub was only about a fifth full.
Her mother must have used all the hot water again. So she blew out the candles and turned the lights back on, but didn't put her tank back on instead she waited for her pizza in her red satin bra.
She heard her phone ring with her Candy shop ring tune. She glanced at the screen to check who it was, only Charity.
She flipped up the metallic red cover, and raised it to her ear.
"Wassup?" She asked calmly aware her friend was likely in a mood to reckon with.
Charity was silent for a whole second.
"Are you alone?" She asked calmly.
Kat looked around her for amusement and snickered to herself.
"Yeah I would have to say I am"
"Good. Are you free tonight?"
Kat's eyebrows furrowed, thinking of Bryan.
"Why?" She asked avoiding the question.
"Cause we're going to egg the school manly the office windows" Charity stated as a matter of fact. Kat rolled her eyes.
"When you say 'we' you mean you and I or..."
"No I mean me and the fucking computer club..." charity snapped sarcastically. Kat chuckled.
"Aright I get it, what time?" She asked checking her pizza as her stomach growled appreciatively.
"I was thinking I'd crash at your place tonight seeing as you live closer and we would just get around to egging it when ever we got bored." Charity said obviously distracted as her voice trailed a bit.
Kat frowned, although it wasn't like she couldn't just not go to see Bryan she rather felt like seeing him. She weighed the options: egg the school and get sick on junk food with her best friend or go see Bryan.
Being the opportunist she was she compromised.
Well why don't you come over around ten, I won't be home till then.
"Where are you if you're not at home?" Charity asked suspiciously, to her knowledge Kat
Usually spent her time locked up in her trailer doing whatever it was she did.
Kat didn't even bat an eye. "I'm on my way to see a movie" she lied easily.
"You watch movies on your own?" Charity asked in a "you really are a geek" kind of tone.
Kat chuckled. "Who said I would be alone?" she stated. Lying again.
"Ooooh you find a guy? Who is he? Where does he live?" Kat sensed that if she kept up this lie she'd be in big trouble so she changed the subject.
"I'll be back around ten, see you then okay?" Kat said as if she were in a hurry to get off the phone.
"Psh fine. At least tell me what movie?" Charity asked resigned.
"Memoirs of a Geisha" Kat invented. She mentally noted she now had to go watch it.
"Ugh! Don't tell me he's a geek like you!" She teased. Kat sighed loudly. Charity got the message.
"Right well see ya at ten-ish then."
"Right bye Char" Kat said quickly then snapped her phone shut as she realized her timer was about to blow her cover.
She didn't know why she lied about Bryan but she felt that no one needed to know about him but her.
She turned off the timer and pulled her pizza out of the oven.
She sat down next to her laptop and signed in to check her email.
Charity stared at her phone while she contemplated her friend's words. Something was off but she pushed it to the back of her mind. Kat had no reason to lie to her.
She glanced about as she trooped through the mall, she had decided shopping would be a good idea seeing as she had no winter clothes.
Currently she was heading into a new store that had opened up when she saw a familiar face.
"Mariah!" She called walking over to one of her friends. Mariah nearly jumped a mile upon hearing her name and then gave a smile to seeing Charity.
"Hey girl!" She said embracing the dark haired teen.
"Hey! How is Preston?" Charity asked as she scanned the rack of denim jeans and spied her friend's uniform.
Mariah laughed. "You know same as always, Hockey team is doing well this season." She said some what evasively.
"Cool, so when are you coming back to Bakutan, and shoving it to those private school snobs?" charity asked non-chantly. She missed the frozen look on Mariah's face.
"They aren't all snobs" She said reproach ably. Charity cocked a brow eying her friend in mock surprise.
"Well I guess those that get there on scholarships aren't bad, I don't mean anything against you Mariah you know you are my girl." Charity gave her a smile that Mariah returned awkwardly.
Charity caught sight of a pair of jeans she liked and snatched them off the rack. "Hey I like these!"
Mariah looked over to examine them. "Nice, they'll look green on your skin tone" She complimented. Charity flashed her a grin.
"Yeah but I still wish I had your hips" Charity complained as she scanned Mariah's slim curves.
"Why yours are so much better!" Mariah countered walking the familiar dance.
"No! There so wide!" Charity said putting a hand on her's and sticking it out. Mariah walked around her for a moment thinking.
"Yeah guys like that." She said simply going back to the rack.
"But jeans don't!" Charity laughed while she swayed over to the changing stalls. Mariah stuck out her tongue at the taller girl.
"You love it, don' lie" She said sighing.
But Charity was already out of earshot. Mariah spotted a nice pair of pink denim Capri's and headed to the change rooms as well. She slid into the one next to Charity's, listening to the girl next door curse uproariously.
"You okay in there?" she giggled.
"Just peachy, I have no sense of balance" Charity grumbled as she stumbled and hit the wall of the cubical.
Mariah covered her mouth to stop from laughing.
"Sorry I'm not graceful like you Preston girls" Charity shot, over hearing the giggle. Mariah was immediately affronted, but tried to hide it.
"We're not perfect either Charity, actually if anything we're more quirky" Mariah said civilly. She had known charity a long time although never very close friends; she still tried to be friendly with her.
"What's your problem? Since when did my Preston bashing ever bother you?" Charity said walking out of the cubicle and eyed her figure critically.
Mariah walked out as well and looked Charity in her emerald green eyes in the mirror.
"They are my friends Charity; I can't sit here and let you tear them down. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous." She finished quietly.
"Of what?" she snapped back defensively.
"They have to wear the same thing everyday, where as we can wear what ever we want. And as far as credentials go the only difference is that their name looks better on a college resume; all because the parents donate their money into the school. All Preston is status that has been bought and paid for" Charity spat loosely reciting what her best friend had argued a few weeks back
Mariah gave Charity a long hard look before her expression became somber. She turned back into the cubicle and changed from the clothing she had considered now no longer wanting them.
When she came out Charity was still scrutinizing herself in the mirror.
"I'm sorry but I don't think I'll take these" She said to the sales girl, pushing the articles into her hands.
"And I'm sorry you feel that way Charity" Mariah stated quietly as she walked away from her supposed friend.
Charity didn't even bristle; Mariah was just sore because she had been brain washed by that prissy school.
"I'll take these, charge them on this" Charity said pushing the sales tags and her daddy's credit card into the cashiers hand rudely cutting off her conversation with another customer.
A few hours later across town, Charity's counterpart and opposite was lazily humming to herself as she checked her watch.
It was only 7 30, Charity would be arriving at 10, she didn't want to show up to early to Bryan's, she didn't feel he needed the ego boost. Besides if she was a little late he would be angry and it was always so much better when he was angry.
She smiled to herself, deciding to get ready. She showered to freshen up and changed her clothes. Wearing a simple pair of black denim jeans and a cream colored tank-top; she left her neck bare and left in her earrings. Bryan didn't care about such trivial things.
She considered sprit-zing some perfume but decided against it, for all she knew he was allergic to the stuff.
She headed out the door and across the way; she reached his door and knocked lightly. He answered and swept his gaze over her before letting her in. without so much of a word of greeting.
She stepped into his trailer; it was dark and smelled slightly of sex and marijuana.
She sighed contented as he slid his hands around her neck and down to her shoulder then sliding over the fabric of her tank top, until he found the hem. Kat turned in his one handed embrace so his hand glided from her hip to her stomach and up on to her breast which she grinned foolishly.
Bryan watched her with a critical eye as she grinned up at him. It was not the look of a girl foolishly in love, or that of a girl looking at her adoring lover. No it was the self satisfied look of a cat about to get the pre-ordained cream.
He grinned back at her, smoldering violence lying in the shadows of his eyes.
"What are you grinning for?" Kat bit her bottom lip, positively giddy as she watched him, analyzed his lean muscular form. "You've been a very naughty girl" he growled in her ear as he grabbed harshly at her rear.
Kat's heart rate escalated as he pushed her up against the door and covered her mouth with his. This was what she wanted, to have Bryan dominate and control her, to do be used, and in some ways even abused.
It didn't make sense, it never did. But what did make sense was that for the next 90 minutes Kat belonged to Bryan, and he was taking full advantage.
It goes with out saying that Amber, Shahero and Arista will all be showing up in this story at some point down the line. They are not however showing up for my or any one else's amusement, they are showing up represent their creator's in the greater scheme of things. Just like Kat and Charity are representing their creator's in the most unbiased way that I can imagine.
Although this story is being told from my point of view, I am trying to be unbiased. If I was more immature I would just have Charity hit by a bus and have an unfortunate incident with a wild boar - be the end of her. But alas that is not how the story goes. Just like I would like to write Kat as a flawless character and play the victim, even though to some great extent she is not. Or Amber as a pitiful girl with no self esteem and just grabs to her friends for security. That would not be fair either. It is the same for Arista and Shahero, I could show them as mindless dogs, but they will be portrayed as the fierce friends they are to Amber.
For those who were involved, you will know how part of the story goes, but I doubt you know how it ends. This story is being written very much so I can clear my conscience, however selfish it may sound.
