Soleil's P.O.V.

I didn't feel like talking to anyone else in the house that night and skipped dinner, opting to just sit in my room and draw. Will replied to me within the next hour or so, with a happy sure!

My mind was still reeling at the news that was given to me. I had to hear it one more time before finally speaking to Will about it. Sighing, I slipped on my black Adidas hoodie and gray Polo shoes, walked downstairs and out the door. I made sure no cars were coming and crossed the street, stopping at the Freeman's front door. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to answer the door.

An older gentleman answered the door and gave me a scrutinizing look before smiling pleasantly.

"Hey there, sweet baby. What brings you here at this time of night?" He asked, leaning against the frame of the door.

"Uh, hi Mr…?"

"Oh, I'm Robert Freeman."

"Hi, Mr. Freeman, I'm here to speak with Huey."

"Really? A pretty girl like you is here to speak to him?" He shrugged and moved to the side. "Come on in."

I walked in and took the time to look around, nodding my silent approval at the furniture and décor of the living room.

"Huey! Boy, get your butt down here! There's a pretty little thing here for you!"

I blushed slightly at his announcement. I heard footsteps and looked up at the stairway, seeing Huey coming down with a confused look on his face. He saw that it was me and the confusion was replaced with indifference. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest.

"I'm going to bed now boy. Make sure that when I wake up this little beauty isn't pregnant." Mr. Freeman said with a wink before turning away and making his way upstairs.

My eyes widened and Huey groaned, face palming before turning to me.

"What are you doing here so late? Aren't you supposed to be out somewhere with your new boyfriend?" He asked bitterly.

"First off, lose the attitude. Now is not the time for that, Freeman. Second, Will is the reason that I'm here and he is not my boyfriend. Are we alone down here?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Jazmine just told me some rather…disturbing news and I wanted to see if it was actually true before I talk to him about it."

"Ah, so you found out, huh? I was hoping that you would before it happened to you."

"So…the rapist thing is true?" I asked, looking down at my shoes.

"Sorry to say, but it is. That's why I didn't want you to hang out with him in the first place."

"I can't believe I've been hanging around with a rapist! I even made out with him for Christ's sake!"

"Well, at least now you know before he had the chance to rape you…or before you gave it up willingly," he said rudely.

"Oh fuck you, Freeman. I'm not Jazmine."

"That didn't stop you from making out with a guy you've known for like a week. Kissing someone can be just as intimate as having sex with them."

I scoffed. "You say that as if you have sooo much experience. Please save the advice for someone who cares."

Before my mind could process what was happening, my back was against the nearest wall and my arms were above my head. The wind had been knocked right out of me as I hit the wall. Huey was at least 3 inches away from me, but I could feel his warm breath on my lips. I stared into his wine colored eyes and felt my breath catch in my throat as he leaned in closer. He caught me off guard when his lips went to the dip between my neck and my shoulder. He gently placed a kiss there, making me shudder.

I felt him smirk before he began sucking on that spot, occasionally licking as well. I was trying my hardest to hold my moans, but when he bit down, I couldn't help it. I knew that by now he'd left a hickey and I was a little upset about it. I began thrashing around, trying to get my wrists out of his grip. I made the mistake of rubbing my hips against his and he growled, rolling his hips right back.

It didn't take much to get me wet, and he was definitely getting me to that point. He started kissing his way up my neck and right as he was about to reach my lips, we heard footsteps on the stairs and he quickly pulled away, leaving me breathing heavily.

Riley came down the stairs and his eyes instantly found my neck.

"Damn, am I interrupting? Red, if this gay nigga ain't satisfying ya, ya know where ya can find me." With that, he turned and went back upstairs.

Luckily, I had on a hoodie, so I quickly threw up the hood and left the Freeman household. I didn't know what to say to Huey after that.

No one was downstairs when I entered the house and I made my way up to my room. I took a quick shower and changed my pajamas before going to bed for the night. I had to get my mind right for what was going to come tomorrow.

Huey's P.O.V.

After Riley went back upstairs, I turned back to Soleil and she was half way out the door. I didn't bother going after her, knowing that she probably wouldn't have been able to face me after what just happened.

I keep having these moments with her, loving how flustered and riled up she gets. She actually puts up a bit of a fight, unlike Jazmine, who just sits there and takes it. I don't really mess with Jazmine that much; she only comes crawling to me when she's done with the poor devil of the moment.

Ever since we lost our virginity to each other, Jazmine has had this weird attachment to me. They say that you never forget your first, but she made it a point to keep coming back. She's possessive and seems to think that it's okay for her to be with every guy in the school, but I can't even flirt with a girl without getting my head chewed off. She was such a bother sometimes.

Back to Soleil, I really am glad that she found out about that bastard before he could hurt her. I would've killed him in anything happened to her. I made my way back to my room and Riley sat on his bed, smirking. Shaking my head, I laid down and stared at the ceiling.

"So, what was it like?"

"What was what like?"

"Don't play stupid, nigga. Did you hit that?"

"No, Riley. I was just messing with her."

"Nigga, that hickey looked something serious."

"Then, I did my job right. Anyway, it's late so go to sleep. I'm not waking your ass up in the morning."

Soleil's P.O.V.

The next day came faster than I wanted it to. I eased myself out of bed and walked over to the closet, pulling out a pair of ripped jeans and an off the shoulder KISS shirt. Throwing those on, I slipped on a pair of red vans and went through my hygiene routine. I made sure to slather enough foundation on my neck to cover my hickey. After brushing my hair back into a puff, I was ready to go. I peeked out the window and saw that Will was waiting for me in the driveway.

I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs, saying goodbye to Aunt Sarah and Uncle Tom, not wanting any breakfast. Will was sitting in the car with a smile on his face and bobbing his head to whatever he was listening to. I opened the passenger door and got in the car, setting my bag down between my legs.

"Morning, Sunshine! How are you?" He asked as he backed out of the driveway.

"I'm alright," I said half-heartedly.

"What's wrong?"

"Will…you have to be completely honest when I ask you this, okay?"

"Sure, I'll always be honest with you, Soleil," he said with a small smile on his face.

"Were you planning on…raping me?"

The smile was instantly wiped off his face and he gripped the steering wheel.

"So, someone told you about that, huh?"

"That's not answering my question, Will."

"Yes, at first I wanted to. You caught my attention the moment I saw you. The more time I spent with you, the less I wanted to though, I swear."

"I don't feel comfortable with this anymore. We can't be friends because I can't trust you. Just forget you ever met me," I said bluntly.

He squeezed the steering wheel tighter before pulling over to the side of the road.

"Get out."

I turned to him and scrunched my face at him. He stared at me with anger in his eyes before reaching over me and opening the door.

"Get the fuck out of my car."

"Gladly, you're fucking crazy anyway!" I grabbed my bag and got out of the car, slamming the door so hard, that the window cracked.

I got a little satisfaction from that and looked around, realizing that I had no idea where I was. I forgot that he didn't take the same route as I did when I walked home.

I was so screwed.