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Chapter 5: Corruption of a lady

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Brick had intended to be done by now, however, after that last entry, he was honestly a bit wary and admittedly scared at what else his Blossom would know about him or his brothers.. That gave him a pause.. His Blossom? When the fuck did she start to become his? He blamed his fucking primal instincts. As a natural predator.. Brick tended to.. Put claim on things. And apparently, Blossom happened to be one of those things.. As if that wouldn't complicate things further. He just had to feel her up today..

The day that followed his emotions getting too heavy.. Brick had felt it was his duty to start new heists and cause overall trouble. A week had passed since then, and during this last escapades, he was going toe to toe with Blossom. She seemed to be getting back to her normal "bitchy" act, and for some reason, this made Brick want to see how far he could push her, without letting her know just how much he knew.

SO. While they were battling in the sky, he let her get him in a hold, his arms locked behind his back as she gripped his elbows together with her smaller ones. Once she thought she had him, he broke out with is right arm, wrapped it around her waist pulling her closer, then bent his wrist to grip one of her ass cheeks as her chest was pressed firmly on his back.

Surprisingly, she didn't break out of his hold, and he was pretty positive he heard a moan. Brick went from having the upper hand to losing his cool, once again, so he tried to break the growing heaviness by quickly stating, "I'm honestly shocked. You have some nice curves for such prude."

That broke the spell she was under and she shrieked, while pushing at his back, and breaking free. "What does being a prude have to do with anything?! That doesn't even make sense! And I wear that title proudly, thank you very MUCH." Blossom then punched him in the shoulder but this time, it lacked power. It was almost as if.. It was a teasing punch.

After that odd encounter, they both seemed to be aware of the change and awkwardly went back to "normal" fighting, though it was apparent to both, that they were truly uncomfortable being near each other. The girls succeeded in apprehending the criminals, and the city was safe once again!

Not. The bank was going to be so pissed when they found out that the girls actually took counterfeit money. You'd think by now they would have learned..

Once the boys returned home (after breaking out of that play-pin they call a prison), both Butch and Boomer kept looking at Brick, making him glare.

"...What." He narrowed his ruby eyes. Boomer blinked then turned his head to Butch, who then approached Brick.

"Look. We aren't blind and we aren't stupid." Butch huffed.

Brick rolled his eyes and began to walk to his room, "I am completely aware of that, now tell me, Captain FuckOff, what you are accusing me of, because I am neither of those as well. So get to the point."

Butch ran up to Brick, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking away, while Boomer paced, a contemplative look on his face. Butch huffed, "What the fuck was that with Red?"

Brick stopped, then felt his eye twitch as he spun around. "Elaborate."

Boomer stopped pacing and looked back up at Brick, gaining his attention. "Everything was going normally, but then we saw.." Boomer blushed a bit as he scratched the back of his neck, then looked to Butch to continue.

Butch shook his head then scoffed at Brick. "You have some nerve to pretend you don't know. We just saw-"

Brick cut him off by snatching back his arm and glared, "I know what the fuck you saw. I know what the fuck happened. I am not feigning ignorance of my damn actions. I am asking, specifically, what the hell do you both feel I need to explain myself for?"

Butch's and Boomer's eyes went slightly wide by Brick's outburst. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he also knew they were reading WAY too much into this encounter. It wasn't his fault that Blossom was wearing skin tight yoga pants and a damn sports bra.. She was practically begging.. Brick's eyes widened. He did NOT just pull a rapist line for an excuse. Okay. It was completely his fault for wanting to push the line.. But after all this shit.. "FUCK!"

Brick spun back around and slammed his door shut, locking it behind him, leaving a very confused Butch and Boomer to just stare at the door. Brick could hear Boomer whisper to Butch, "What just happened..?" then the shuffling, indicating that they both left, probably to talk about it, to a different room. Sigh.

Brick walked over to his nightstand to grab his half empty (full?) bottle of whiskey. As he took a swig from the open bottle, he looked to see the notebook staring at him to just read more and put himself out of his misery. Maybe she's already fucked the little insect. Maybe that would make him feel more justified for being just an asshole earlier..

"...Fuggit." Brick flipped open to the next entry as he lied down on his bed, bottle of whiskey laying comfortably next to him.

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Entry #49

After that last encounter, my hormones were surprisingly back to.. Normal? If you could call it that. I had no desire to think of, what one would classify as "naughty", things. At least.. That was until today. It has been 3 days since my last entry. And I found myself in a very odd position.

I was on a date with Dexter, and everything was going great! We went out to a new french restaurant that just opened up, it was rather classy, and the food was delicious! The conversation was.. Well it was fine. It was good. It was.. Was it boring? I normally don't find our research or general conversations boring, but tonight seemed.. Like I was forcing myself to enjoy being there. With him. He challenged my mind, and I used to love that about him, but as of lately I've noticed.. Some.. Other habits, that I never used to.

It was almost as if, he hated being wrong. Nothing wrong with that. I hate being wrong as well. But he seemed to.. Resent whenever I was right about something, which was very queer, considering he used to love that about our conversations.. I think we both did. While we hated being wrong, we loved learning new things, but now.. Now.. It's gotten to be a competition of who can stay on the topic the longest. Who will get upset first. Who will apologize first. And now I've noticed that his apologies seem more.. Patronizing than they used to be.

Dexter is also getting more and more impatient. About having sex. He was pushing pretty hard tonight. After dinner, we parked up at "the peak" where it's supposed to be romantically far away from the city, enough to see stars and what not, but he just kept.. He kept putting his hands on me. I told him to stop multiple times, and he wouldn't, not until I punched him in the gut. He finally told me to relax, he just wanted our first time to be special, and that he knew I'd been giving him signals. He apologized for coming on strong, but that he was ready whenever I was to continue. I told him I wasn't ready. Not for this. Not tonight. (Maybe not even ever..) But then he got.. Mad. And started to accuse me of the strangest things.

He said I was toying with his feelings. He said I was giving him mixed signals, and that he could see the way I looked at him in class sometimes. That he knew those looks were for him. Then he had the audacity to say that it was his genius that I was afraid of. As if that even made sense? He could literally be the best scientist in the world, and that wouldn't be why I'm not sleeping with him! It's because I'm not ready! Why the HELL (excuse my language) ELSE would I hold off for so long? As if, I just put out for every guy who gives me attention? As long as they aren't smarter than me? It makes me wonder though.. We have waited this long.. And he NEVER seemed to have minded us not sleeping together until his conversation with Billy.

Is he afraid of my genius..? Is that it? Does he feel he is currently "winning" some kind of competition of wits, and that's why he doesn't mind have sex now? Cause I'm not a threat? Or did he just now realize that I'm a woman?

Regardless, he made me feel very uncomfortable, so I told him he could see himself home, and that I would fly. He didn't like that at all, so he grabbed my hand and yanked me back inside the car. I turned and yelled in his face that I would use my laser vision to burn off his testicles, which finally made him wise up and let me go. The ASS.

While I was angrily flying, and admittedly crying, home, I stopped by the park and sat against one of the trees that were facing away from the street lights. I just sat there and looked up at nothing, while trying to calm myself, before heading to my apartment. Then, of course, I was slightly interrupted. By "I" know who. So I got up and started to hide deeper in the wooded area of the park, then for whatever reason, I stopped. Just stopped, turned, and observed. What would he be doing in a park this late at night..?

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"...The hell kind of end is that?" Brick muttered, chugging the whiskey down to a fourth of the bottle. Who was he and why was she so interested? Great. Now Brick had to worry about two losers. The first one, obviously being Dexter who he was pretty sure he was going to have to kill. As fucked as it was, now that Brick claimed her, only he was allowed to hurt her. Or please her. Or do ANYTHING to her. Not some dickless fuck who thinks he can just walk all over people. The other one, well.. If he got any new information, he would find him, and snuff him before he became important.

She mentioned she wasn't feeling active until that night, but didn't even describe why or how she got horny. Which, he may add, was BULLSHIT. The next one better be part two of this unfinished business.

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Entry #50

I couldn't help myself. I had to stop at that point because I was already at.. Max capacity, for lack of better terms. It was as if my switch got turned back on. I haven't written in this for four days, and since then, I have.. Finished myself off at least 6 times. The first night I couldn't hold it. On the second, I ran into him again, and immediately went home. He didn't even have a chance to say anything by the time I hightailed it. Then, that evening, I saw him just leaving the library.. And I followed him, like some weird stalker.. He was talking to some girl, gave her a light, a deep kiss, then walked away like he owned the whole freaking city.. She didn't seem to mind though.. She seemed rather happy, and I felt.. Angry. I wanted to.. To.. Punch her in the throat..

So instead, I went home and helped myself while I pictured what that kind of kiss would feel like.. From someone like him.. I have french kissed a boy before. Many times.. I mean, with Dexter at least.. But it was always kind of.. Gross.. Like a slug.. And it felt unnatural to keep it on long. I would start to think about when to breath, and if it was supposed to feel so.. Awkward? Slimy? Creepy? There were a few times where Dex would think if he waited long enough, he could just feel me up and make it.. Better. But it always ended with me immediately pushing him away, and him getting frustrated at me that I wouldn't let him continue.

Dexter apologized, once again, and for some reason, maybe I was just worn out by all of my confusing emotions, I forgave him. Once again. And felt stupid for giving in. Once again. At this point.. I knew we weren't going to last much longer.. But I figured.. What was one more chance to hurt?

So that third day, after we made up, I thought I would try to let things take there course. During lunch, we sat together and began discussing the possibilities of the tardigrade, or the water bear as it is more commonly known, and then I got distracted by Billy. Who was smoking his nasty cigarette.. When I caught a whiff of the brand.. It was the same brand he used. And thus my trigger went off, and I felt myself grow uncomfortably damp and sticky.. I could feel my underwear get stuck to my skin.. And I just had to get out of there. So I made up an excuse, stating that I needed to use the bathroom, while explaining it may not be quick (which was an embarrassing thing to say). I didn't wait for a response, but just left to the nearest bathroom on the campus and locked the door to my stall.

I couldn't stop thinking about him and I was getting closer and closer, but someone walked in, and I knew I had to stop.. I waited a few minutes, and finally, couldn't take it anymore. I just kept going. Knowing someone was probably hearing me, not even caring at this point. I just needed the ache to go away. I heard them get up and leave in a rush, then finally, FINALLY, finished. I sighed out his name and when I realized that I had actually been VOCAL about who I was thinking about, I cleaned myself off, washed my hands, and skipped the rest of class.

WHY. Did I have to go so FAR. It's one thing to keep it to yourself.. But..

Needless to say. I played again at home. Woke up uncomfortable.. I actually just finished again, and I'm going to have to please myself some more after writing down everything...

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Brick was sweating. He was full of every emotion possible. Lust, greed, anger, jealousy, envy, more lust, hate, frustration, disappointment, and mainly lust. She was his damn it. When all of this was over, he would make DAMN sure that she knew it as well. He couldn't stand someone else taking up her thoughts.. The longer he read, the more possessive he became. Blossom didn't need anyone else. He sure as hell was up for the task of showing her just how good the other side felt, and he could.. That is to say, if he was feeling charitable.. He could take care of her..

"FUCK!" Brick got up and decided he needed a shower. A very long, cold shower. One in which he could focus on his goals. One where he remembered who he was and what he was about. One that didn't involve a certain redhead on his mind. Brick chuckled. A man could dream alright. A man could dream..

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The water bear is a thing and it's fucking gross looking. It makes me want to pop it. I saw a short informational thing about it. And apparently it has amazing possibilities, including potential proof of alien life! :D It's still fucking gross. Anyway. We are about to hit a turning point next chapter. It will be on the shorter side, but I think it will be appreciated.

Thanks for reading!