Oh yeah, I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or any of the characters, the plot is totally a work of my twisted little mind...

Busted #10: Nigel vs the Gang

Taranee's POV

Oh. My. God.

Nigel made me come four times before he just sort of collapsed against me. I was still panting trying to catch my breath as his chest pressed fully against my boobs and he rested his head at my shoulder.

It felt so good, the way our bodies fit together – even the way our sweat mixed together was awesome. No one could have ever convinced me that rubbing my sweaty body against someone else's sweat body could feel so good and not just icky.

As I slid my hands up his back and held Nigel to me, it felt...it...it felt like he was mine...like he was always meant to be mine.

I believe this can't be wrong.

It took us a while to get dressed but we were ready and opened the door just as the bell ending sixth period rang. We walked out holding hands, heading to our last class.

"Woohoo! Nigel my man, I didn't think you had it in you!"

From behind us came a leering voice I knew only too well and really wished wasn't here.

"No, no Uriah, its not in him its in ha! Ha ha!"

Laughter rang out as they enjoyed just how funny they thought they were. I looked over my shoulder to see Uriah, Kurt and Clubber slapping high fives and laughing at their jokes.

Nigel stopped then slowly turned and asked in a deep, almost threatening voice, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Dude what do you mean? I'm the one that told you about what a great place this to ditch," his former friend and gang leader responded with a leering look at me. He continued, "But I have to say, when you started dating 'Teacher's Pet', I never thought you get in between her legs! Nice job!"

I felt my face turning red, as he put his hand on his crotch and asked, "Hey Taranee, how about you let me get some? I mean Nigel owes me so he won't mind sharing."

I was so grossed out as he started walking towards us, unbuckling his belt. Nigel pulled my hand and stepped in front of me. And I swear that I saw fire in his eyes.

"Back of Uriah!" Nigel said in a genuine growl, "And never talk to her like that again. Taranee is now, forever and always OFF LIMITS!"

"Whoa, guys look at this! He gets a little pussy and all of a sudden Nigel thinks he's got game!"

Clubber joined in adding, "Yeah, he's forgot where he came from...but don't worry we haven't forgot. Nigel you're just like us...no matter how you try to impress her mom. You'll always be one of us."

"Yeah, isn't that the reason you brought her here to fuck her? We told you about this place and its potential long before Taranee would give you the time of day."

"I'm nothing like you guys and we have nothing in common anymore, that was a long time ago," Nigel said, still holding my hand. I could feel the tension in his grip.

"Let's go Taranee, just ignore them."

"Yeah you can walk away, but we'll make sure everybody know what you and 'Little-Miss-Perfect' were doing in there. Then everyone will know she's not the pure princess she and her friends act like prancing around here like they own the place."

"Yeah," Kurt added, "we should have known that of Irma was giving it up to Caleb the rest of her friends were just as easy. But don't worry Taranee you guys will be real popular once we spread the word."

"Yeah just one question, do you and your girls give blow jobs too?"

Nigel dropped my hand, turned and stalked towards Kurt. He'd had enough. I could tell from the way he moved he was going to hit him. If this turned into a fight Nigel didn't stand a chance against Uriah, Kurt and Clubber.

I needed to do something to get us out of here without him getting hurt. Where Uriah and his gang used to just be annoying when we were in middle school, they'd graduated to dangerous in their constant torment of others. They were juvenile delinquents in the truest sense of the word and if backed in a corner, there's just no telling what they'll do.

"Nigel, let's just leave," I pleaded as I grabbed his arm and began pulling him towards the hall. I could feel him starting to calm down, then he turned back towards me.

Before we could take two steps, the bell rang and Kurt called out, "Yeah Nig, you better go before your girly-friend gets pissed and cuts you off."

"Tsk-tsk-tsk. No pussy for you Nig-gee-wy-gee," Uriah chimed in, taunting, "but then Taranee's gonna need someone to take care of her needs. Don't worry we'll take good care of her."

"Yeah, I don't mind sloppy seconds," Clubber added in a voice that made my skin crawl.

It was too late for me to stop him, Nigel turned and flew into Clubber, knocking him to the floor with shoulder tackle followed quickly by a fist to the jaw. It happened so quickly I couldn't believe my eyes. But as I watched Nigel get up and round on Kurt, I sent out an urgent telepathic call to the other guardians.

How could I use my powers to stop this before Nigel was hurt and still keep my secret?

As Nigel's fist to Kurt's gut was followed by a knee to the groin, I saw Uriah grab one of the mike stands and start towards Nigel. With all my might, I focused on Uriah's mind with one thought: "STOP!"

I guess I don't know my own strength because Nigel did just that, he froze in his tracks his eyes glassy and vacant.

I turned back to Nigel and Kurt to see Nigel's rage was still flowing. Nigel had beat him down to the floor and sat astride him, pummeling Kurt's face non-stop. A few feet away Clubber was slowly getting up looking from the battling duo to the frozen Uriah, unsure what to do or who needed his help the most.

Then Clubber made up his mind, obviously deciding Uriah was not in danger, and lunged towards Nigel.

It worked before so I focused on Clubber and thought again "STOP!" It didn't have quite the same effect on Clubber, instead of freezing in place, he sort of stumbled but kept moving only much slower. Splitting my concentration had another affect I hadn't counted on, Uriah started to move again, shaking his head like he needed to clear his thoughts.

Panic gripped me, my head pounded from the desperate use of my mental powers and all the while Nigel was so focused on Kurt he had no idea Clubber was lumbering towards him. Even worse, Uriah is the really crazy one and I wasn't sure I could stop him again. If Uriah got completely free of my compulsion I knew Nigel would get hurt.

"Taranee!"

"Taranee! Where are you?"

I heard my friends voices and for the first time since Nigel dove to attack, I found my voice and yelled, "Over here!"

It seemed like time stopped, even though it was only seconds, but I could here the footsteps of my friends approaching. Then from the corner of my eye, I saw two blurs race by me and tackle the slow moving Clubber, taking him down with a loud bang.

Uriah looked at me through cloudy eyes as realization slowly dawned. He took one step in my direction. I felt big hands grab my shoulders and pull me backwards. I could feel myself stumble only to be caught in the very familiar embrace of my friends as they circled around me.

The hands that had pulled me back, turned out to be Peter's. He never stopped moving after he got me back. He stepped forward, his fist poised and aiming straight for Uriah's face. A loud crunch rang through the air as he made contact with Uriah's nose. We all watched Uriah's head snap back then he crumbled to his knees. I was pretty sure my brother had broken his nose.

Suddenly it registered to me...everything was going to be alright. I turned to see how Nigel was doing, only to find Eric pulling him off a well beaten Kurt. Nigel was fine.

Clubber had been tackled by Caleb and Matt and let's just say they had him under control. For such a big guy I never would have thought he could cry like such a baby. But I have to admit I'd probably cry too. Matt and Caleb each held a limb, Matt had Clubber's left arm, Caleb had his right foot – both at angles that didn't look normal or comfortable.

"Okay, little sis, what's going on here?"

Cheers!