Title: Sirens
Author: Billy sopinkprincess
Email: N/A
Rating: M
Summary: Since her father left when she was in grade 4 her mother has been going through men like shoes and moving each time she gets dumped. Finally in her senior year Serena (Usagi) prays for her mother to fall in love with a man, someone who will make her mother stay. She does, Serena's new teacher and coach: Darien Shields, whom she hates. Serena gets exactly what she prayed for: her mother is in love. But one night leads to disaster and Darien finds himself in love with Serena and they begin a torrid love affair.
Chapters: 2
Status: Unfinished
Year Completed: N/A
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Q: A frequently asked question was: Did Darien sleep with Serena's mom, cuz if he did that'd be GROSS and did Darien rape Serena?
A: Your answesr will be in this chapter.
P.S. If you're still confused or have questions feel free to email me OR send them in a review.
In Dedication to: Whitey9h my wonderful beta reader. Everyone must hail freddy for being so AWESOME and correcting my terrible grammar. I am part moke (if you read my bio…you know what that is.) lol hence the bad grammar. Thank YOU for all the reviews.
Author's note: I just wanted to say that I DID put line breakers in the first chapter but for some ODD reason it didn't show up when I posted it. Sorry. I blame the document manager and word. ALSO I wanted to address a review that said I was TRYING to sound smart by inserting Japanese. I was not trying to sound smart. I was trying to keep ties with the original SM (hence the Japanese language). However, I do NOT speak any Japanese at all, even though this island is a Japanese tourist magnet. I just looked up words on the internet. If I offended you at all, I'm sorry, you can blame it on google's search. Hahaha. It was my accomplice in all this and it will continue to be.
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His glasses fell down to the bridge of his nose. He continued to read his lesson plan. He had decided to teach only three periods this year and spend the rest of his time training the track team. He ran his fingers through his hair. He'd have to set up more practices and possible practice on weekends. Wasn't he suppose to do something tonight? He closed his eyes trying to remember. A woman, right...date. He laughed. Women were so easy here. All he had to do was smile and they ran to him.
"A collection." he said to himself. He looked back at his lesson plan. He heard the door open and heard Mina laugh. That girl laughs like a hyena. He thought to himself. Now that date...where would he take her. He was thinking to himself when he saw a pair of tan legs. His eyes moved up to see a slender girl clinging on to her back pack strap. She was talking to the Summers boy and Milan and Porter. She nodded and smiled. He found himself staring at her. She was beautiful, like a Greek goddess. She sat down gracefully in her seat. He had almost forgotten he was conducting a class. He cleared his throat to get the classes attention. He would look at the back wall to avoid looking at her.
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It was just his luck. She was in two of his three periods. He groaned. He had completely ignored her throughout class. But he couldn't help but stare at her several times. He heard her laugh several times. It sounded like bell chimes. He smiled to himself. He shook his head to rid himself of the reaction. She was a student. He was a teacher. There was a line he reminded himself. The younger egotistic side of him begged to conquer her, to add her to the list of many he'd conquered. He wanted her. He stepped into the shower and washed his hair. He was going on a date. She looked good. She had blond hair, a nice body, her lips were thin but soft, her eyes were small and blue. By men's standards she was a good 8 or 9. But he couldn't stop thinking about the girl in his class. He laughed when prompted by her jittery like chuckle and he made sure her wine cup was never empty. When he dropped her off she was singing show tune songs.
"I had a wonderful time." she slurred. He smiled back at her.
"Same here."
"I was married." she blurted out, "but he left me." Score. This time he'd be a knight in shining armor. He liked that role. He liked it better than girls who admitted that their father left. Then he had to go play the loving father they never had.
"I have a daughter too. You'll meet her one day. Her names Usagi." She mumbled.
"Bunny?" Her blue eyes were small from the alcohol in her system. She nodded her head.
"Well you better get inside then." he told her. Rule one about knights in shining armor: You never sleep with her the first month. She is still vulnerable and therefore her guard is still up. Sex will be vigorous yes, but she'll weep thinking of the man that left her. The longer you wait, the more she trusts you. So by the time you do have sex, you won't have to wipe the tears away. She nodded her head and he kissed her on the cheek.
"Sunday night." he reminded her, and ALWAYS remember: the knight in shining amour ALWAYS sets a date in person. If you make her wait a day she gets anxious and insecure.
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He woke up at 6. He still had thoughts of her touching him. He closed his eyes and ran around the track. She was haunting him. He'd thought he'd be able to get a good night sleep. But the moment he closed his eyes, he saw her legs, her hair, her hands, and she was touching him. He wanted her badly. He ran harder. He looked down at his watch as he saw one of his captains run on to the track. Dedication. He enjoyed that in his captains.
"Coach!" Lita waved her arms in the air. Darien slowed down to a jog.
"I was thinking...maybe we could have one team captain." Darien stopped jogging and walked.
"There is only one captain." he told her.
"I mean not one for the boys and one for the girls, but I mean one captain for both boys and girls." she said. Darien ran his fingers through his sweaty hair.
"Did you talk to Chad about this?" he asked her.
"No." Lita's eyes flared at the mention of the other captain's name.
"You (two) break up?" Darien asked her. Lita looked down at the track.
"You know better than to bring personal business onto my track field."
"But he CHEATED on me!" Lita cried. She could feel the tears in her throat.
"Well hurt him the best way possible and just..."he put his hand on her shoulder, "move on. It's the most frustrating thing a girl can do because there is nothing we can do about it." he told her. She smiled up at him.
"Thanks coach."
"No problem, get to stretching with the recruits." He said pointing. Lita smiled and nodded her head. She ran to the group and instructed them to start with their arms. He saw her jog onto the field. She was wearing a tight sweat top that clung to her body. He groaned, he'd have to do something about this. He wanted to kiss her. He didn't know how, but he ended up behind her. His throat itched.
"YOU!" he hadn't meant to yell at her.
"Me?" she said looking around.
"You're late. Run a lap." he told her. He saw her eyes widen in surprise.
"But it was only a minute" she argued.
"Every minute you're late you run a lap." He lied. He didn't know what the hell made him say that. He'd opened his mouth to say hi and then something else came out.
"But I-" she began. He cut her off.
"Its 7:02, now that's two laps."
"But I came at 7:01" her eyes narrowed down angrily. She was adorable when she was angry.
"And each minute more you spend wasting my time arguing is another lap, 7:03. Now that's three." She glared at him one last time and turned to run.
"Coach, since when did we have that rule?" Lita asked.
"Since now." he lied. He tried to be nice. He couldn't help himself. The more he angered her the more he felt okay. He needed to bully her, he didn't want anyone to know.
When he ended practice she fell to the ground. He laughed inside. She was adorable. He walked by her and cleared his throat.
"Get up Tsukino. If you're tired walk it off. Don't lay on the ground." He walked over to her. He felt her gaze. He smiled. This was fun. It made him feel like a teenager.
He went to the game that night. He didn't want to but as a part of the faculty it was his duty. Right, like the game would fall apart if he didn't go?
"Serena!" He turned his head. He was sure he heard it. He looked up to see Porter waving her hands in the air. He looked down to see her running up the steps. He smiled.
"I see you have energy to run the steps." He sneered, "Where was it today? You ran slow." He kept his eyes on the game. He got up when the crowd cheered. He felt her staring holes into him. He kept a straight face. It was a game, to see how much he could affect her.
That's how he played it and that's what it became: A game. What new thing could he think of the tick her off?
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"He's dating a MILF, aren't you Dar," Johnson said before taking a swag of his beer.
"MILF? The fucking must be glorious." Aden said tipping his glass to Darien before chugging it down.
"I haven't FUCKed anyone…yet Aden. But speaking of fucked, I heard your little brother fucked my captain over." Darien paused and watched Aden smile, "You didn't happen to hear about it did you?"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Aden set the whole thing up." Darien shook his head.
"I'm disappointed Aden. With your good looks you could score a girl your OWN age."
"But I don't want a girl my own age. I want her." Aden signaled the waitress for another beer.
"So he screws his baby brother over." Craven laughed.
"What can I say, I know what I want and I take it." Aden shrugged.
"How the fuck did you pull that off anyway?" Darien asked sipping his beer.
"Easy, trip to Hawaii. Flash couple Hamilton's in front of a local girl."
"You paid for a hooker?"
"No, Chad's not into that shit. I paid her to get him to fall for her. Took some time but it happened. She takes photos with her camera, gives me the film. I pop that little sucker into one of those little film canisters Lita's marked Chad. Chad thinks it's hers. She develops it and BAM I'm in."
"Asshole." Johnson laughed.
"She's not going to fuck you Aden." Darien said.
"She hasn't but she will. I just need to do your little thing. Play the perfect guy. What kind of guy does this call for?"
"I'm not going to give you instructions on how to fuck the captain of my girls track team."
"Like you haven't thought of it. All those hot tight asses running around the track…don't lie."
"I didn't, not her anyway."
"You guys are all a bunch of assholes." Craven laughed gulping his beer.
"All guys are assholes Craven." Aden corrected him.
"And that's why I've trained my sister to stick to the books. She is oblivious to the male species. Just as I taught her. She's going somewhere. So stay the fuck away from her." Craven said pointing to his pals.
"You're wrong." Darien corrected him.
"What?"
"You're sister's NOT oblivious to the male species. ACTUALLY I hear she has a thing with that athlete Craig Chang." Darien lifted up his beer towards Craven and chugged it down.
"Chang? That cripple?"
"He's not a cripple. He's injured." Darien said flagging down the waitress for another beer.
"No. She's just tutoring him. He's retarded or something." Craven said waving it off.
"Is that what they call it now days? Tutoring?" Johnson said turning to Aden.
"I don't know. I prefer the classic term: Fucking." Aden answered.
"She's NOT fucking him." Craven roared.
"And it'd be quite hard anyway he has an injured leg." Johnson interjected ignoring Craven.
"I never found injuries to be a problem when I fucked." Aden shrugged. Craven was just about to throw his empty glass at them when Darien snatched it from his hand.
"No, she's not fucking him. But he does like her." Craven sat back down.
"That bastard is NOT coming into the house anymore. Tutoring my ass."
"Hey, you think you could call me tomorrow when Ami comes home?" Aden asked.
"Why?"
"Because, Lita will probably be there."
"Fucken perv." The waitress came back with a two more beers.
"Aw by the way there's a new girl in town. A friend of Ami's, and you know I'm not partial to blonds but she's a little-"
"Back off." Darien said grabbing his beer.
"I'd like to see this piece of ass-" Johnson began.
"I said to back the fuck off." Darien said angrily.
"And you called me a fucken perv." Aden said shaking his head at Darien.
"You going for her?" Johnson asked his shoulders slumping.
"No." He perked up again.
"So as I was saying to CRAVEN-"
"She's on my track team. Back off."
"Sounds to me like you want her on more than just your track team." Aden surmised smiling.
"And she's the daughter to the woman I'm dating." Darien closed his eyes trying to block out the memory. He thought he'd had a heart attack when she opened the door and the realization that he was dating HER mom dawned on him. She'd avoided him ever since.
"The MILF?" Johnson asked.
"He can't get her." Craven said.
"I could but I won't." Darien stated.
"No...You would but you can't." Craven corrected.
"You think I can't get a 17 year old girl? If you haven't noticed I've been voted dreamboat every year since I started at that school. Every high school girl wants me."
"That doesn't mean you have high standing with her." Craven laughed.
"Listen the only reason I can't is because I'm a teacher and SHE's a student. Don't you remember that teacher and student scandal?"
"You're just using it as an excuse. You can't do it admit it." Aden said sipping his beer.
"Fuck you. 2 grand says I can."
"A piece." Craven interjected. Darien looked him in the eye and nodded, "A piece."
"You've got a bet Mr. Shields." They all gathered their beer in the center and toasted to seal the deal.
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Darien ran his hands through his hair.
"Fuck!" The alcohol had gotten the best of him. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. He stepped out of his car. He was going to wake up with a smashing hang over tomorrow. Just great. At least he'd be too hangover to think about her. He should've said no. He nodded his head to the doorman as he opened the door. He still hadn't figured out what he'd do with her. He laughed. He knew what he wanted to do TO her. He shook his head. He needed to clear his head. She was a teenager for god sake! And he was a grown man. He was acting like a hormone driven teenager. He pressed the elevator button to his floor. What the hell did teenagers do anyway? The elevator door opened and he stepped out into the long corridor. He walked to his door and stuck the key in the key hole. 'I'd like to stick my-' he shook his head again. He had to stop. 2 grand...2 grand his head lowered. What the hell was he thinking? He walked in and slammed the door. The sound made him cringe and hold his head. He slowly walked to the coach and flopped over. He'd figure it out in the morning.
It was 7 when he got up. His head was aching. He walked crookedly to the bathroom and washed his face. He looked in the mirror.
"I look like shit." He turned on the shower. He left the house at 8, without any idea of what he'd do. He called Kerry when he was half way there.
"I have to go to work, so I'll leave the door open." she said cheerily. He tried to sound pleasant.
He arrived a little after and found the door was unlocked as she said. He stepped inside and closed the door. He leaned against the wall. What was he suppose to do with her. He heard the shower stop.
"Where am I going?" she opened the door and stepped out.
"With me." he answered turning to her. His jaw nearly fell off. She was wearing nothing but a towel. Water dripped off her hair and body. He imagined she'd look like that while she was underneath him. She squealed and ran into her room. He continued to stare where she was. She was wearing nothing but a towel. He banged his head against the wall and closed his eyes in an attempt to get the image out of his head. He needed to breathe. She emerged a moment later, he could smell her; vanilla strawberry.
"You ready." he said afraid to open his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" she said. She hadn't told her.
"We're going to bond." he answered.
"As if."
"This is what your mom wants. Now get in the car." He turned to the door. He managed not to look at her. He began opening the door but stopped when he noticed she wasn't following.
"Now. That's an order Tsukino." He put on his coach voice. He felt her burn holes in his back. He smiled.
When they got outside she stopped for a moment and looked at his car. He smiled to himself. She wanted it, he knew it.
He hadn't figured out what they were going to do until he was half way there. It popped in his mind just as he was nearing it. The lake...fishing. The boat would still be there and all his fishing equipment would be there as well.
He knew she hated it. He saw her rock back and forth several times in attempt to get blood flowing to her legs and butt. He continued to stare out into the water. He tried his best not to pay attention to her and it wasn't an easy task. He wanted to take her into his arms and just-he cut the thought off at the root. He decided that they should row in when the sun began to set. He rowed back to the dock and climbed out. He began securing the boat first. He wondered if he should help her out. He smiled. No, he'd wait for her to ask. He slumped over and pulled the enough rope to wrap it around the post. He heard her jump. He wanted to laugh. He heard it again. Then he heard the boat swish water and then a splash. She fell in. He paused for a second and waited to hear her scream at him. She didn't. He stood up and walked over to the edge and looked out into the lake. She should've surfaced by now with a red face and angry eyebrows swearing him to hell. He waited a few seconds longer. He felt his heart panic. Where was she? He dove in. She was still under the boat kicking her feet and pushing the boat floor with her hands as if trying to push it up. He grabbed her and swam to the surface. What the hell was she doing? What kind of idiot tries to lift the boat up? You're suppose to swim out to the surface. He hurled her onto the deck. He checked her pulse. She wasn't breathing. He bent over to give her CPR but before he pinched her nose she coughed out water. He looked to the ground angrily and shook his head. What the hell was she thinking? He scooped her up and put her in his car. He would drive her to his apartment. Let her shower, dry her clothes and then he'd lecture her on WHAT she's suppose to do when she falls into the water. THEN he'd take her home and be done with the entire family. So what if he was out 6 grand. As of now, he didn't give a damn. She'd almost given him a heart attack. Dumb kid.
He pointed to the bathroom. He felt hot. He couldn't look at her.
"There's a robe in there." he managed. She nodded and went to the bathroom. He heard the wet clothes slap the floor. As soon as he heard the shower door close and the water go on, he quickly collected her clothes and threw them in the dryer.
He decided he wouldn't lecture her. He would ignore her, yes, he would ignore her. He paced back and forth. Then he'd wait till her clothes were done and send her home. She stepped out of the shower in the towel robe drying her hair. He looked up and saw her. He felt his throat itch again and before he knew it he was yelling.
"WHAT THE HELL were you THINKING? When you fall in the water you SWIM UP! YOUR MOTHER-" his intention was to say, your mother the both of you, I don't want any part of it. I don't want to deal with either of you, but before he could say it she cut him off.
"I want you to stop dating my mom." She was calm and her tone was dead. It caught him off guard.
"What?"
"I WANT you to STOP dating my MOM!" she screamed. He glared at her. But then he noticed that the robe was slipping off her chest giving him a good view of her cleavage. He looked away and tried to regain his composer. What the hell was she doing to him.
"Grab some clothes from my drawer and put them on." He needed her to be in clothes. He needed to think clearly and having her practically naked wasn't helping. He was surprise that she complied. He counted to 10. He needed to calm down. He would be calm. She came out of his room a minute later wearing nothing but his shirt. His hormones were screaming. He wanted to take her into his room and kiss her. His throat ached. He wanted to kiss her. He did the only thing he knew he could do to block out the temptation. He yelled at her.
"NEXT TIME YOU'LL SWIM OR I'LL LEAVE YOU THERE TO DROWN!" He threatened her. He walked up to her, towering over her. He wanted to intimidate her. He wanted her to fall and cry so he could dislike her. He hated girls who cried all the time. She disappointed him when she neither cried nor stepped down. She met his gaze and yelled back," WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!"
"A guy who KNOWS how to swim!" he retaliated.
"You are so insensitive! You're a jerk! An Asshole! How I EVER found you attractive is BEYOND ME!" she yelled back. He felt as if his head was knocked off his body. What had she said. Had she said he was attractive?
"What!" he yelled back. He hadn't meant to yell but he couldn't help it. He was already use to yelling at her. She rolled her eyes
"WHATEVER like you don't know girls fawn over you. You know it and you GLOAT in it. So what! So I liked you for a millisecond and wanted to run my fingers through your hair kiss you and touch you, so WHAT if I wanted you to touch me. If I KNEW you were such a JERK the thought would have NEVER crossed my mind. And my mom WILL see what a JERK YOU ARE! I HATE YOU! I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO YOU AND YOU PICK ON ME! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM? I THOUGHT YOU'D BE A LITTLE NICER WHEN YOU FOUND OUT YOU WERE DATING MY MOM BUT YOU GOT WORSE!" He looked down at her.
"YOU JUST DON'T GET IT, I NEED TO DO THAT!" he yelled back, he needed to get away from her. She was too close for comfort. He was going to grab her stuff and tell her to get home. But she grabbed his arm.
"WHY? Why do you need me to hate you? Because that's what you're doing!" She hated him. It never occurred to him that she hated him. He ignored it. It was better if she hated him anyway.
"Let go." he said calmly.
"Or what? You going to pick on me more!"
"Let go of me now." He commanded. He really needed to get away from her. He wasn't angry anymore. He couldn't even yell anymore. He was staring at her legs and her cleavage. She hadn't even buttoned the top buttons. He needed to take a cold shower.
"Not till you tell me WHY you're so mean to Me." she argued.
"So I won't…" touch you, that's what he wanted to say, so I won't ravage you and kiss you. She didn't understand the effect she had on men. It was baffling, irritating but so sexy.
"Let me go NOW or you'll regret It." she laughed. "What make me run more?" Her voice faded from his head. "Assign more homework," She was so sexy with just his shirt on, "embarrass me in front of class?" She wasn't wearing his boxers he could tell. That was it. He couldn't just stand there while she held on to his arm, "Tell mom? Huh Wha-"
He grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her hard. He pushed her against the wall. She didn't respond and he didn't care. He forced her mouth open with his tongue. His hands ruthlessly roamed over her body. He heard her moan. It drove him crazy. He felt her tongue graze against his, shy and soft. He attacked. The longer he kissed her the bolder her reaction became. He pulled away slightly but she followed him. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, her hand squeezed the base of his neck pushing him deeper into her mouth. He heard her moan again. He pulled away from her despite her tight grasp on his neck and ripped his shirt off her. Her eyes widened for a second but he crushed her against him kissing her again.
He wanted her. He'd always wanted her, from the moment she sat in his class. He wanted her. He continued to let her know exactly how he felt. He took off his shirt and kissed her again. Her hands roamed over him touching every muscle. She leaned down and kissed his neck. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to be in her. He quickly stripped himself of his clothes and plunged in her. She screamed and bit down. Pain shot through his neck. He stopped moving as the realization of what was happening dawned on him. She was so tight. He felt her move. He tried to steady her with his hands. Her movement to try and get off him was driving him crazy. His lower half screamed to move, to engage in pleasure. But the hot drops of liquid he felt on his neck told him to stop. He held her face in his hands and bent down to look at her. She wouldn't look at him. What the hell had he done!
He stared at her. He couldn't think of anything to say. He was so ashamed. He'd ravaged her like a savage. Her eye lids fluttered, tiny drops of liquid clung to her eyelashes. Her blue eyes steadied and look to his. He was so sorry. God what had he done. His eyes asked for her forgiveness. He leaned down and kissed her softly. His lips touched hers. He was just about to pull away when he felt her respond to him. He accommodated her when her tongue slipped from her mouth and entered his. He began to pull out, the movement was excruciating. His body wanted to go buck wild. He was almost out when she wrapped her legs around his torso and forced him to plunge inside. He thought he'd surely die of the torturous pleasure. He tried to pull out again but she was kissing him forcefully and moving against him. He was confused.
For a moment he reasoned that she should get what she wanted. He would let her lead and experience what she needed. He wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't move. She moaned and drove down into him. He couldn't. He needed to get her off. He'd loose it if he'd let her do what she was doing. She dug her nails into his back and drove into him again. His mind was becoming weak. She did it again and again and he lost all self control. He slammed her against the wall and thrust himself into her. She moaned and screamed at the same time. Her whimpers made him crazy. He continued to thrust into her over and over again. He felt her tighten. She was close. He picked up speed to meet her. Her felt her convulse and then squeeze. She screamed his name. The intensity and her scream was all he could handle. He spilt inside her and she fell over limply on him, exhausted.
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