Vance stares at me his gaze, boring into mine as he waits for me to finish.
“She had a rough start to life, okay? It left her with panic attacks and some other crap to deal with. She doesn’t do well around people, social anxiety or some shit like that, but for some fucking reason, she does well around me… most of the time, anyway. When I’m not fucking it up. I don’t know what happened to her, and I’m sure she’s not going to tell me but either way, it fucked her up. I’m just trying to be a decent friend, trying to protect her however I can.”
The words seem foreign as they come out of my mouth. I’ve never taken notice of a girl for who she was, never settling down, or caring enough to have an actual conversation, one that didn’t at least end with my cock stuffed in their mouth, or pussy.
“You aren’t fucking her? And she isn’t using you?”
A bubble of laughter passes my lips. “I’m not fucking her, and she isn’t using me, no. The condo was my idea, the shopping, all of it. I want to keep her close, but not suffocate her.”
Vance looks at my face like he is trying to crack some kind of code. After another second, his facial features soften. “Okay, I’ll try my best to be nice to her. I was just worried about you, man. Your dad’s a real douchebag, just like mine and honestly seeing you around a chick that you weren’t trying to have sex with was weird.”
“I know, and that’s the only reason why I didn’t throat punch you yesterday.”
Vance snorts beside me like I’ve said something funny.
“You wish you could throat punch me. Remember the last time I slugged you?”
Rubbing at my jaw as if I can still feel the pain from his knuckles there I smile. Ava. The first girl we ever fought over, the last girl. Vance thought I wanted his girl, and maybe at first, I did. Then she shot me down, pushing us forever into the friend zone. Which was okay with me since deep down I knew Vance wanted her. He was just too damn stubborn to admit it.
“Yeah, asshole, I fondly remember your douchebag fist connecting with my jaw.”
“Exactly, so think again before punching me prick…” Vance gives me a malicious grin before turning back toward the board. The professor starts to talk, and immediately I space out. My thoughts drifting to someone else, somewhere else. I have to stop thinking about her like this, like she’s some trophy I’m going to win.
She’s a friend, a girl who needs me, who doesn’t want my cock, social status, or money. She just wants a friend, a protector. You can do this, Clark. Curling my hand into a fist, I press it against my temple willing the thoughts of her naked against my sheets away. Her bright red hair fanned out against my pillow, her breathless moans filtering into my ears, with her sweet taste lingering against my tongue. Stop. I scream to myself, barely holding on to my sanity.
As if sensing my discomfort, Vance leans over. “You okay?”
“Yup,” I say, lying through my teeth. I’m far from okay, so far I’m not even sure where okay is anymore. The class seems to drag on forever, my thoughts swirling around and around like water that refuses to go down the drain.
When the professor finally dismisses us, with an assignment that I never heard, I can’t get out of my seat fast enough. I stand, shoving my shit into my backpack.
“Bye loser,” Vance hollers as he rushes down the stairs and out the double doors no doubt meeting Ava somewhere. I’m not far behind him, bounding down the stairs with excitement and nervous anxiety, and all for one girl. One girl that I can’t have.
I make it two steps out the door before some girl cuts me off. Holly. I try and think back to when I first met her...some party. She brushes her long blonde hair over her shoulder and my move with the motion.
I think her name is Holly. The light bulb goes off inside my head. Yes, I remember now, big tits Holly. My eyes wander down her body to her way too large boobs on her tiny frame.
Yeah, I remember those tits.
“Hey Clark, I haven't seen you around,” she pouts, her red painted lip jutting out into a frown.
“Yeah, I’ve been busy.” I give her a monotone answer while continuing to stare at her tits. Maybe if I fuck this chick really quick. I wouldn’t be so horny around Em all the time. I could just take some pressure off. Mellow out a bit. It’d be so easy to do.
“What are you doing right now? Want to get a second breakfast?” Her voice enticing, teasing. I still haven’t taken my eyes off her double d’s.
Fuck, my dick must be broke. The sucker doesn’t even stir at the sight before me.
“Come on Clark… I know a classroom that’s empty right now, we could go and…” She steps closer, placing one of her well-manicured fingers on my chest, trailing it down over my shirt covered abs. My tongue darts out over my bottom lip, as I notice her hardened nipples strain against her shirt. I could do whatever I wanted to her right now. A thought that two weeks ago would have had my dick so hard it would have broken my zipper off. A thought that now has, my cock flatter than an airless balloon.
Yup, definitely broke.
Her overpowering perfume scent invades my nostrils, making me sick to my stomach.
No, I don’t want her, not even a little bit.
“Sorry, not today. Maybe another time,” I say, trying not to be rude, because I already know there won’t be another time. Holly’s pout deepens. I know she wasn’t expecting that, expecting me to turn her down, but even with her tits right in front of me, I can’t bother to get hard. My cock wants someone else, someone forbidden, off limits.
Emerson.
Shaking my head, I look away from Holly, my eyes catching on something, no not something, someone over her shoulder. Wild red hair and a heart-shaped face with two big blue orbs collide with mine. The air in my lungs evaporates. She’s so fucking beautiful, without a spec of make up, and in a pair of loose fitting jeans and too big sweatshirt she should be the least attractive girl in sight, and yet I can’t seem to pull my gaze away from her.
Holly peers over her shoulder, her eyes finding the person who stole my attention. Jealousy flickers in her eyes. Shit. This is bad. I move to step away from her, but at the last second, she catches me wrapping a slim arm around my neck, pulling me down, sending out lips crashing against each other’s.
I freeze, stunned, my eyes still on Emerson’s face, a face that is now brimming with horror and sadness. With two hands, I gently shove at Holly, pushing her away, but it’s too late. Emerson has seen the kiss and is now turning to walk away. Fuck, no.
This cannot be happening right now. Brushing past Holly, I all but run across the grass, but it’s too late, Emerson is already running away from me her red locks blowing in the wind, leaving behind nothing but the linger of her scent.
Anger boils inside of me. How the hell am I going to do this? I can’t just fuck her out of my system, not when I can barely kiss her, or touch her. Clenching my hand into a tight fist, I slam it into the nearest wall, which happens to be a brick one.
Fuck my fucking life.
Chapter Eight
Emerson
I shouldn’t care. Clark is not mine and he never will be, but for some reason seeing that blonde plant her lips on his hurt. It felt like someone kicked me in the stomach.