Chapter theme song: "The Zone" by: The Weekend ft. Drake

Blossom

I met Shane at the library on campus in the ancient history section looking for a book on Homer's Odyssey for his senior thesis. I was so in my zone, listening to some alternative music that I had not seen him standing behind me; chuckling at my out of sync dance moves from the 1980's. Being a book runner had its perks; I was allowed to run down the desolate aisles of the library without running into anyone-ever- and have my own little 'world' to think and do whatever. Towards the sixth and seventh floors where the ancient Greek tragedies were located, it could be betted on that there would not be anyone on the floors during the late evening hours of my shift. Majority of the freshman population only used those floors for freshman reading requirements but past eleven in the morning, it grew ominously quiet. When I ran into Shane, I barely looked around to see if I was alone. I popped in my earphones and let the sweet rhythmic vibrations of a bass drum and electric guitars flood my ears as I began my gypsy. What made me notice a clearly amused, and quite attractive, grey-eyed deity was the fact that I ran into him, practically knocking him over and crushing his rib cage in the process.

"I am so sorry!" I yelped, quickly removing myself from atop of the man I nearly just beat into the ground. He winced in small pain as I got off of him, clutching his sides. I bit my lower lip, panicking. "Oh, I am so sorry!"

"You sure are heavy for such a small lady." He moaned in pain, eyes squeezed tight as he swayed side to side.

"Yeah, well, it comes with the territory." I mumble, trying to survey the damage. I used my x-ray vision to give his body a quick scan over before I made any sudden moves. He had a fractured rib along with a few minor cuts and bruises. I instantly felt horrible. I guess when I fell I lunged far too hard and landed directly on his sides. With my super strength, I can normally control myself; but when in situations of sheer alarm or panic, it gets the best of me from time to time.

I watched as the young man cried in agony, the pain of a fractured rib suddenly kicking in after his adrenaline levels balanced. I took in a deep gulp of air before I firmly pressed my palms against his left side. I felt around through his shirt first so it would not seem like I was violating him in the least but I could barely feel where the fracture was. I finally decided against it and went all in. He looked at me, asking me what the hell I was doing but I told him to trust me. I felt alongside his rib cage, thumbing the fractured area delicately to find the source of the problem. Once I found it, I did a quick scan over to double check myself before I went and used my healing powers to mend the fracture back together. As Bubbles, Buttercup, and I got older and physically matured, out powers also evolved. I attained healing abilities and fire breath, Bubbles acquired supersonic hearing, and Buttercup had extreme flexibility and the ability of controlling the weather.

I took in a deep breath and concentrated, beginning to transfer my powers onto the poor boy's wound. I watched intently as his entire left side illuminated into a bright blue. I saw through the corner of my eyes that the he was calming down, his face showing relief of pain as he stopped squirming under my touch. I used the moment to get a good glimpse of the man. He was handsome, very handsome, with shaggy brownish, blonde hair and the most beautiful grey eyes I have ever seen. His teeth were as pearly white as a freshwater pearl without any hint of natural flaw. His cheek bones were perfectly structured and the small line of facial hair that lined his chin leading along his cheeks was nicely shaped and trimmed. I hue of crimson crept through my cheeks as my eyes traveled further down his body, noticing how perfectly sculpted he was. I felt around his torso to mangle with the ripples and valleys of his chiseled chest and stomach; trying my hardest to not snake my hands further south to become nestled in a patch of damp curly hair. I let out a small cough, finally separating myself from damn near molesting the poor boy. I allowed him the opportunity to survey the damage.

"Wow…how did you do that?" his eyes remained glued onto his side. He examined and poked around where the wounds used to be. I noticed he had a rather large tribal tattoo back piece towards the center of his back. "That was…wow."

"It's a gift." I mumbled. Our eyes finally met. His reminded me of a majestic grey wolf ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. I felt my hue deepen. "I-I'm so sorry for running into you like that. Normally no one is in this section after a certain hour of the day."

"It's alright; I was too busy being mesmerized by your beauty to care how off beat you were."

We stared at each other for a brief while, me finally bursting into small laughter out of amusement and a trickle of nerves. "That was a bit corny."

"Yeah…" he agreed, letting out a low rumble of laugher as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He flashed me a small smile. "But at least I got to hear your laugh. You have a beautiful laugh."

I could not help myself. I let myself grin widely, baring all my teeth as I let out a small snort. I quickly covered my nose and mouth, turning a dark burgundy. He let out another round of smooth laughter, finding me cute. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"B-blossom." I half-snorted, mentally finding all sorts of ways to kick myself and wish I could disappear. I watched him grin a bit wider, finally standing up to stretch before he extended a hand. I grabbed it and allowed myself to be met with him at full-height. He was about six three to my mere frame of five four. I turned away quickly to mask the deepening hue in my face. This man was doing something to me I was unfamiliar with.

"I'm Shane." He offered his name. "And I think your snorting is kind of cute if you asked me, Blossom."

"Thank you." I snorted again. I wanted to melt away into a puddle instantaneously. I heard him grab the book he was looking for from off of the floor, creeping up from behind to become face to face with me.

"You want to grab a smoothie or something at the café downstairs? It'll be my treat."

I took a moment to calm down before I answered. "I'm sorry, but I am still working. I won't be off until around midnight."

"That's too bad. Well, maybe later tomorrow if you are free and promise not to crush my ribs again with your super strength."

I smiled again, this time less creepily. "I would like that very much."

The next day he took me to coffee at a nearby coffee shop a few blocks down from campus. I did not realize how long we had been there until a barista informed us that they would be closing in about an hour when we arrived around noon. Without even noticing it, we were talking for over eight hours; chatting away about anything and everything from literature, politics, music, childhoods, hobbies, old flames, to how we took our lattes. He and I drank about two cups of Carmel macchiato with a splash of hazelnut, ate a few apple crusted pastries, and split a tuna sandwich. Once we realized how late it had been, he invited me out to dinner at the pizzeria next door where we shared a pepperoni and sausage thin crust pizza. I had such a good time that by the time the evening was coming to a close I did not want to leave. I damn near spent twelve hours with this man in a single sitting and did not mind in the least. He drove me home and even walked me to my door, telling me how good of a day he had with it just being the two of us. I wanted him to kiss me- no needed him to kiss me- but he proved to be a gentleman and settled on placing a small peck on my left hand before disappearing into the night.

I crept into my home smiling widely, face flushed as my emotions raced like a stampede of wild stallions. I enjoyed myself so much that I only wanted to call him as soon as he got home but decided against it to avoid seeming 'clingy'. To my delight, he sent me a text letting me know he made it home safely while asking me to go out with him the following weekend to a club he frequents. He was a DJ there on Saturdays and thought it would be cool if I stopped by to hear his set and grab a bite to eat afterwards. I replied back instantly with an all capital letter response that I knew he was sure to like.

I picked out a dress that week after my last day of classes, wanting to wear something a little 'provocative' in order to grab and keep his attention. I set my eyes on a cutesy, red peplum number that I bought from some on-trend store downtown. I picked out some white lace booties to contrast with the deep red and decided to wear my hair down instead of my usual high ponytail. My sisters surveyed me through the hallway, peeping in occasionally to give their appraisal and approval before settling into their own plans. They asked me a few times where I was head and with whom but I wanted to keep that tidbit to myself. I did not need my sisters to know who Shane was because of their bias towards Brick. Both my sisters and Brick's brothers all wanted us to stop 'playing around' and get back together so there could finally be peace and a reduction of tension. Bubbles and Boomer and Buttercup and Butch felt awkward being around Brick and I knowing that we weren't an item anymore. My sister's disapproved of any man I dated that was not Brick anyway so it was no point in telling them I was headed out to see, and possibly sleep with, another man.

I arrived at the club a little after midnight like Shane had instructed me. His set was from midnight to two in the morning in an electronic, techno, hip-hop club uptown. There were people jammed packed wall to wall in the place that it was hard to even maneuver to the bar without getting bumped into or knocked over. I saw Shane on stage with his headphones, spinning a few records while fiddling with a few knobs on his mixer before he finally noticed me in the sea of people. He waved to me and signaled for me to head towards the bar. The bartender tapped me on the shoulder and asked my name, only to tell me that Shane had set up a tab earlier that night just for me so there was no limit on what I could order. I blushed, turning to thank him before he went back to work. I ordered a strawberry daiquiri with a hint of pineapple juice. The bartender clearly knew I was not yet twenty-one but knew that since I was with Shane, I was alright in his book. I took a small sip, feeling someone knick me on my shoulder. I turned around only to find Brick JoJo standing before me.

Brick looked mighty good. His signature red cap was- of course- backwards as he donned an all black button up shirt with the sleeves pushed up towards the crook of his forearms. He wore white jeans and black fabric, lace up sneakers with a small sliver chain that connected from a loophole on his pant buckle to the wallet in his right side pocket. Although it was very crowded and musky, I could smell the delicate, masculine scent of Brick's cologne; a light sandalwood and apricot flavor that stimulated my senses. I felt myself weaken as he moved closer, snaking his way around my bar stool to whisper in my ear.

"What are you doing here?"

"On a date." I softly replied. I felt him stiffen. "Why are you here?"

"My brother's thought it be a good idea to get out of the house."

"Where are they?"

"Getting drunk." He replied swiftly. He set the half-empty drink he nursed on the glass counter top of the bar. "You look beautiful tonight, Blossom."

I felt myself blush, feeling a warm, familiar sensation course through my veins and throughout my core. Brick leaned in closer, his toned chest pressing softly against my erected nipples through the fabric of my dress. I held my breath. "You should get back to your brothers." I gently spoke.

He remained quiet for a minute. "Nah, I rather play with you little miss perfect." I felt him grin.

Before I could respond back, Brick JoJo had grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd of people towards a secluded VIP room he had to himself. There were a few scantily clad females that had been waiting for him to return but he dismissed them just as quickly as they had come in. There were a few random bottles of champagne, vodka, and tequila along with arbitrary choices of juice. In the middle of the glass table in the middle of the room, there was a stainless steel stripper pole. I watched Brick intimately, eyeing him closely as he took a bottle of champagne from atop of the table; taking a small swig before he plopped against the u-shaped sectional. His arms were spread apart on either side of the couch, legs widened as his posture deepened. His eyes were lidded with lusts and desire, breath growing ragged as he scanned me delicately. I watched him bite his lower lip, licking his lips slightly.

I kicked off my heels, levitating towards the pole as I gently landed against the glass. I gave him a pleading look. He silently assured me I was safe. I began my tantric dance. I grinded my hips against the misty air, the strobe lights dancing against my creamy, ivory skin along with the vibrating tempo of the music as I twisted and turned slowly against the pole. I allowed myself to slide down against the perspiring metal, eyes locked to Brick's as he sipped his bottle of champagne. I spread my legs eagle, exposing my Brazilian wax through my lace panty, into a Chinese split. I reached up against the pole, pulling myself up gracefully while swaying my hips against the melody. I pushed the hem of my dress to rest against my waist, turning to climb the pole; turning and spinning into an erotic gymnast. I watched as Brick rose, erection fledged proudly as he grabbed my hands; leading towards the couch. He lifted me up off the ground, me wrapping my legs around his waist as we connected for a passionate kiss. We landed against the sofa one last time, his hands gliding against my glitter dusted skin, toying at the fabric of my underwear. I felt him nibble and bite lightly on my neck, leaving his personal insignia to claim me as his. His fingers snaked into the moist valley of my nether lips, a raspy moan electing from my Chanel kissed lips. I heard him whisper something in my ear.

Ima' touch you right…

A/N: Thank you to my supporters and fans. I am humbly grateful that this story is received well. I love you guys so much. Trust me, if I feel this story gets too…explicit…I will hike up the rating to 'M' but at this point, I feel that it is only eluding to the obvious and mature teens and adults can handle this type of content. Again, thank you for your readership. I am humbly grateful. The plot will thicken next chapter, trust me. Questions, comments, suggestions, concerns, feel free to PM me and/or leave a review. Thank you for enjoying my dark twisted fantasies.