Hey sorry for the forever update, it's the longest I have gone without updating but I am sorry, and Mysterious Boy Wonder please don't sue me, I do not have much money I am afraid! Blew it all on drinks last weekend, my friends drink to much for their own good, but im not their mother so I will not tell them not to. But just to let you all know I had the most amazing six days at the Fei world Cup challenge in Malaysia all my riding friends where there we met Olympic riders and partied every night, then went to Zuchs a club in Singapore and Malaysia for the final night bloody brilliant!
Warning: Its M baby, M for mature, cuz who wants an immature dickhead?
Disclaimer: From First to Last is not mine neither is their songs, but if they where id keep Matt good in my bedroom sorry dirtiness, teen titans aren't mine either, o well I wouldn't have been able to create them im not that brilliant!
Dedication: To all of you rocking my stockings!
To, T, im glad u like my new stories! I don't want to lose a brilliant person like you! Say hi to your sis for me!
Mustardxbirdarangs, or Kimi, hey girl sorry my comp wont let me email you il do as soon as I can okay?
And Breenieweenie love ya girl haha, so sad your story And So It is only has a few chapters left! It's my highlight!
So without further ado my story!
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" What the fuck is this?"
" I could ask you the same!"
"Well then ask!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS"
It was exactly how I predicted it to be, I went to bed with Matt and wake up to screaming, irritated, and irresistible Richard Grayson, who by the way if you haven't noticed is incredibly pissed at me! Why can't I control myself, me and my stupid feelings! Better yet why couldn't he control himself?
He walks in on me sleeping in Matt's arms, which are by the way heavenly firm, starts screaming at the top of his lungs. Chases Matt out threatening to sue him and his band and permanently band them from Gotham. That scared him, great now Matt will never speak to me again. Then he shoves a newspaper under my nose, which has a picture of me on stage making out with Matt in front of billions of screaming fans, and this picture so happens to be next to a picture of him and Barbara scantily clad lip locked in Wayne enterprises Olympic pool. What a fucking newspaper, the headline "Cheating is a two way thing", goddamn them!
"Explain yourself."
"You first!"
"Stop behaving like a child!"
"You're the child Dick!"
He flinched, his nickname brining a sense of discomfort in his face. I never called him that unless I was on the verge of a breakdown, and honestly I was. The only reason why I cheated on him was because I was hurt and hormonal, because the music was good and I was depressed and I was aroused like hell. It wasn't my fault he wasn't there to stop me because he was to busy ejecting sperm into that bitch in his adopted fathers pool.
Fuck him.
Fuck every black haired blue-eyed muscular hottie!
"You said that out loud."
"Oh."
Shit, what was I going to say, for honest truth I was never lost for words until now, for once I had no excuse, I was trapped in one hell of a dilemma.
"Im not apologizing, you deserved it."
"Same here."
"I did not fuck my ex flame."
"No, you slept with an Emo rock star who probably has aids from some other bimbo."
"You did not call me a bimbo."
"Maybe I did."
It was too much; I was never to good with emotional turmoil, I always end up crying. So maybe I was overreacting and I should have never slept with Matt, but then we wouldn't have been equal, and he would have slept with Babs anyway. So I was even, so I don't have to feel guilty because he did the same damn thing!
" I guess we are even."
"What?"
"We both cheated on each other."
And in some twisted humor it was actually funny the whole situation, completely Hollywood moments. Ironically he thought it was funny as well letting a small chuckle escape from his parted lips.
"Baby im sorry, I guess I was so confused, jealous because every guy wants you, I felt like I needed to prove that people wanted me as well and you couldn't walk all over me."
"Funny thing is I felt exactly the same."
Neither of us knew who did what first. But next thing we knew we were making out with passion neither of us thought possible on my unmade bed.
"Maybe I should change the sheets?"
"Forget sheets, I need a shower, and a buddy."
"Afraid of sharks Mr. Grayson?"
"Exactly! Come on Mommy!"
Giggling we run into the shower, clothes stripped without second thought, funny how fast we made up, but there was no argument really, just jealousy. She's a serious bitch, little green witch.
The steaming water hits our backs and I slowly reach for the shampoo, stopped by Richard who already has his skilled hands massaging my scalp.
"Hmm baby your hair is soft,"
I only giggle enjoying the feeling of his touch, letting out a slight gasp as he nips my collarbone. He teases me with his tongue lost in the tendrils of the water and the feeling of his tongue against my back. I groan in disappointment as he stops teasing me with his tongue. Cracking open an eye I look at his blue hues.
"What's the matter?"
"Asshole marked you."
God, I hope he didn't get mad, when he was mad he got rough, don't get me wrong it was fun. But I was tired and worn out, so not in the mood for it.
"Did you enjoy it?"
I did, but like I said, not going to get him mad.
"No."
"Don't lie. Was it better than me?"
Now I didn't have to lie, of course it wasn't. Nobody was like him. Hell wasn't that obvious?
"Hell no."
"That's right."
And we were all over each other again, " I want you so damn bad, it hurts baby."
I just nod allowing him to slip inside of me, all of him and all of me. We were one.
He grinded me in a slow steady rhythm savoring every moment as if the last.
He kissed me nowhere and everywhere, letting me just lay on the shower marble enjoying myself endlessly.
Then It hit me.
I didn't love Matt.
I was just pissed.
The only one for me was him.
"You."
He came up from my breasts, " what's that baby?"
" I only want you."
He grinned, his boyish little grin. The one that screamed victory, "And I you."
"We are so cheesy."
"Who isn't?"
Silence again, no words were needed except the soft moans, and panting as we both reached our points.
And fuck it was the best fuck I ever had.
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"Lets ditch school."
"Sounds appealing, but I really want to get out of the house."
"Bored of me already?"
"No way."
It was Monday morning and as per usual I was late for school, and as per usual it was due to the lazy hottie by my side, Richard. Slowly I get up from his grasp and walk towards the closet, Crucial moment, what should I wear to face the hysteria I will face. Everyone will ask me what happened, and if I was pregnant or some crap like that. It always happened and I was always prepared.
"You look brilliant in anything, if you want my opinion don't change at all."
"So you want out whole male population at Gotham Private Day School to see me in a silk tee and hot pants?"
"Hell no."
His voice held a dangerous edge, he was so easy to get jealous, and call me stupid I loved that he was protective.
I finally decided, choosing a plain white halter top that showed enough cleavage but not over exaggerated a denim jacket with flared sleeves that had a cut to the elbows, and a knee length skirt the ruffled at the bottom. Nothing fancy, I usually went casual to school, who wanted to seem like a try hard. Next thing I would know I would be compared to Katherine Moth, all fake designers, no way was my reputation going down the drain! I finished the look of with a pair of pointed toe white flats from Monolo Blahnik and tied my hair in side parting braid which hung on my shoulder. Mischa Barton had come to visit me from L.A, we had so much fun, she always had her hair like this, and I thought it was sexy. I missed L.A. sometimes, but Gotham actually had grown on me, what would I do without my spoiled selfish friends?
"Like I said you would look good in anything, especially this, love the hair by the way."
"Come on, get dressed, I don't want you to go to school in nothing but your boxers!"
"Easier access."
"for you or me?"
Richard death glared me, but went to change, coming out in a pair of dark blue wash denim jeans from Levi and a white dress shirt. Reapplying my cinnamon lip-gloss I followed Richard out the door and into his Mazarati; time to face the bitch hole, many nickname school.
The drive was short, since my mind was not concentrated on anything Richard was saying or any other thing at the moment. I was solely focused on his charming features, his chiseled cheekbones, his soft lips, his ebony locks, that were left unspiked but slightly ruffled due to the lack of time for his extreme gelling.
"Your hair looks good like that sweetie."
"Stop teasing me."
"Im not I mean it."
I lean over planting a soft kiss on his cheek, he shivers under my touch, it's amazing we've been together on and of two years now, and we still make each other crazy. Must be chemistry, must be fate, I just loved it like hell. I was made for him, and as cliché as it sounds, I meant it, Richard was I, and without him I would be incapable of anything.
"Snap out of it babe, were at the hell hole."
Groaning in response, I gracefully get out of the car and link arms with Richard. And as predicted the questions bombarded me.
"Was he good?"
"LUCKY SLUT! TWO HOTTIES!"
Besides insults and annoying questions I received death glares, fake condolences and pats on the back. How polyester the world could be, how false our truths turn out.
"Ignore them Kori."
"Trying."
Flashing them my billion-dollar smile with my pearly whites, I prance with ease to my home base, Richard and I take the leather couch cuddling up receiving a couple more death glares. It was getting kind of funny, jealousy it affected everyone.
"Aw look at the love birds, all is fine in not so paradise?"
"Shut up Rae!"
"what you are the dysfunctional couple!"
Rachel was in turn by death glares, Richard and I had problems but we weren't dysfunctional were we?
"Well I hate to be a heartbreaker but I need my best friend for a second."
Reluctantly moving from Richards grasp I follow Rachel out the door. She gives me a once over then starts with a dramatic sigh, "She's here, that bitch is here!"
"Wait what?"
"Obviously Richard didn't tell you, but Miss Barbara Gordon has joined our little high school until she leaves."
"BUT SHE Graduated!"
I couldn't grasp the information, or more likely didn't want to grasp it. I thought Richard and I were safe at school. That she wouldn't try anything while he was with me at school. When everything was going so well.
Jealousy.
The word of the day
"No. Why?"
Rachel enveloped me in a comforting hug, I loved this girl to pieces always there for me when Richard let me down, when Richard didn't, whatever she was there for me. When I threw a bitch tantrum, or broke a stupid nail, she was there. I loved her god.
"Because she is an evil bitch who just walked into the classroom where your boyfriend is. Damn lets hurry!"
If I walked in on them and she was in his arms I would scream bloody murder and never speak to him again, no matter how much I loved that cheating bastard. But thanks the gods he wasn't, they were simply talking, yet I felt all prickly.
"Time to intervene."
With a nod from Rachel I waltzed casually towards the classrooms leather couch and was greeted by a hug.
From Babs
"Oh Darling forgive me, for Richard and our little stunt, im amazed he forgave you for yours. At least you would have known he was making out in safe hands."
Letting out a surprised cough I stared at the auburn haired girl in wonder. She never ceased to amaze me.
"Your very comical Barbara."
"Just Babs hunny, you, me, and Richard are going out for dinner tonight, my treat to make up for our naughtiness. We are oh so sorry, Richard couldn't resist, he said I looked simply stunning in my white Valentino cocktail dress he couldn't wait to see what was under it. And you know the rest,"
a low growl escaped my lips, looking to Richard for conformation he turned away shading a dark red that did not suit his tan skin.
"Please, it's the least I could do."
This bitch was never going to give up, what was the worst that could happen anyway.
As people say, those are classic last words.
"Sure why not, school ends at three, you meet me and Richard at his house at seven."
"Brilliant."
She gave another cheesy smile before sitting next to Richard cooing and what not about her life as a parole officer. Unglamorous if you ask me, how she afforded Prada I have yet to figure out.
Richard gave me a questioning look, which I just shrugged off. I'll pretend to be nice if it was going to help our relationship. Anything for that boy, even if it required wasting a precious night dining with a Skank.
He gave a smile of gratitude then engrossed himself in her conversation. They where soon interrupted by the teacher. I didn't pay any attention in any of my classes mind to fixed on our dinner of mayhem.
I was going to knock her off her feet.
I wasn't going to let the Skank win.
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All I have time for sorry! Hope you liked it, not much point to it I guess, bear with me. Dinner well be interesting though
Ciao!
