Laying in bed with you is something I adore. But I know this can’t happen again. You stir.
“why are you starring at me?” his voice is so sleepy, I wish I could stop my brain from over working itself.
“just admiring the view” I smile up at him.
“it’s creepy” he smiles looking down at me. “what’s the time anyway?” he ask rolling onto his side to pull me closer.
“it’s 9” I answer, starting to draw circles over his muscled arms.
“that’s late” he says drawing lazy marks over my back,
“it’s late you, it’s ridiculously early for me” I huddle closer, continuing my drawing.
“but it’s time to get up” he goes to move.
“wait. Just a little longer” I say holding onto him.
“Belle, I have to leave soon” even though he says that he lays back down, pulling me back to him.
“is it selfish of me to want you to stay?” I say pressing my face against his face.
“you know I’m the selfish one” he squeezes me tighter before he gets up. Entering the bathroom the shower turns on in seconds. “you coming?” he calls.
“not today” I roll over to where he was just laying, his warmth and scent linger and I wish I could physically hold onto it.
He leaves today, goes back to his normal life and I’m left behind. I know this wasn’t supposed to be serious. But how can I stop my heart from cracking and how I can stop these god dams tears. Getting into the car that afternoon, I can’t help but hold onto his hand as he drives my car. If only I could hold his hand a little bit harder, it would make him stay. The whole ride to the airport is silent, and I wish I could say anything to make him stay. I wish that I could fill this car ride up with laughter and smiles but I can’t help but feel so overwhelmed and such pain that I can’t bear to open my mouth.
“Hey, it’s been a good three months but it’s time for me to go home” he brings my hand up to his mouth as he pulls into the carpark at the airport.
“are you going to come back?” I ask as he let’s go.
“i… I don’t know” he answers as he gets out of the car. It takes me a minute to get out of the car after him.
“I hope you do” there’s no use trying to convince. He knows what he’s going to do.
“but I swear I’ll keep in touch” he says holding his hand out to mine
“you better” I give him a small smile as I take hold of his hand. Walking into the airport – it’s an effort to keep my emotion in check. He signs in, checks his baggage. We eat in the waiting area. With 2 hours to spare, I want to make the most of it. We eat, we laugh, we tell un-promisable promises. When it’s time to go I can’t help but struggle letting go of his hand.
“hey, it’s time for me to go” he says so softly, as if he raises his voice I’ll break.
“I don’t want you to go” I whisper.
“I know, you don’t. but I don’t have a choice” he answers pulling me close to him.
“you always have a choice” I say, fisting my hand in his shirt.
“not in this instance.” He never told me why he never had choice, and I’ll doubt he will ever tell me. He takes a step away out of my grasp.
“I will never forget you” he says holding onto my chin, his eyes are watering.
“then come back for me” he wipes away tear that has escaped.
“I’ll try my best” bring my face to his. His lips are so soft against mine.
“you better” somewhere in my heart I know he won’t.
“I have to go” he says, stepping completely out of my reach now only connected by my grip on his hand.
“okay” I say letting go of his hand – the last connection. “i… I love you” I say.
“I know and I love you” he says walking back a step. “now don’t watch me walk away” he tries to smile but he can’t. I turn to walk, but this time he grabs my hand. “I still have your keys” the smile doesn’t stick as I grab the keys again. “now go on, and don’t you dare turn back. You walk out of here with your head held high, and just know a Canadian boy loves you” he brushes a hand over his face to stop the tears from falling.
“same time, we both turn around and walk in our separate directions. And you know an Australian girl loves you with her whole heart” I smile through the tears. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
“deal” he says, “alright go” he huffs out almost laugh. Turning on our heels we walk in separate directions. My head is screaming to just have one last look at the tall boy with brown hair and matching eyes. Glancing over my shoulder he’s stopped walking. He glances over his, he smiles. He turns. But I shake my head.
“I do love you. But you need to go” I call from my shoulder. And I walk out the airplane doors to my car, crying so hard I cannot breathe. crying so much I cannot see. But you gave me three months and they were the best three months.
Little shoutout to my friend who inspired me to write this story!
Shawn and I lay next to each other breathing heavily as if we had just run a marathon but hey I mean we probably burnt the same amount of calories with what we were doing.
“Shawn?” I ask, pulling the sheet up to cover my body. he hums in response but he doesn’t make eye contact. It’s always like this. He finds me at a party we have some fun and he goes back to ignoring me until the next party. “why is it like this?” I ask just starring up at the ceiling. It’s my bedroom this time, not his with a guitar in a corner and a pile of clothes on a desk chair, and not someone else’s who’s bed is so small we have to cradle each other. It’s my bedroom. The stars from when I was 8 still stick to the ceiling in the failed attempts of making the night sky, I never had the opportunity to take them down, but they always centred me.
“you have to be more specific, Tabby” He say and rolls over onto his side to face me.
“I mean why is it like this? Like we go to a party separately and we leave together… but nothing ever changes” I don’t want to look at him, I can see him out of the corner of my eye enough.
“you know why?” he doesn’t sound annoyed but I know it’s a tough spot to scratch with him.
“I don’t. not really. This has been going for so long.” I sit up, using the sheets to cover my chest I face away from him. I can hear him moving over to me. his lips are warm and soft against my skin, but it’s still welcome and I know it shouldn’t be. “Shawn, it’s just I want more. I don’t want to be the girl trapped behind closed doors that you just come to let out every now and then.” I say, and yet I still don’t shrug him off.
“you know I’m not ready for anything serious, I can’t deal with anything serious” he moves his lips up a little closer to my neck and whilst they feel great I can’t help but shrug him off, and he moves away a little. “Tabby, I’m not a guy that does relationships. The school knows this, hell my mother knows this. I’m not a relationship type guy.” He leans against the head board now.
“do I look like a relationship type girl?” I ask turning around to him. “no, not really” I say answering for him. “but I’m willing to try, oh god I am so willing to try.” I’m almost pleading with him.
“why are you pushing this so hard” he demands, his frustration is growing.
“because I… I love you” I almost shout and then I realise what time it is and I quieten down.
“and I love you too” I can see that it’s a lie, it’s like he didn’t even try to fake it.
“you couldn’t even make that sound convincing?” I’m hurt, my chest feels like someone has just ripped out my heart. He leans closer into me.
“what’s the point? I can’t lie to you” he whispers, his face is so close.
“it would have been nice if you tried” I whisper, something breaks inside of me and a tear rolls out of my left eye.
“why are you crying?” his voice is soft, but I can sense he doesn’t care. Not really.
“do you know how it feels?” I ask and my body racks with a sob, by tomorrow everyone will know that I bawled my eyes out over Shawn and yet I’m not fazed right now, all I can feel is my heart splintering. “it feels as if the moment you lied some plunged a butterknife into my chest, and they just sat there twirling the blade, and now it feels as if they’ve ripped the knife out and they’ve left me to bleed out.” I wipe at my eyes.
“don’t be so dramatic, no one has a knife” he jokes a little and I don’t know If I should laugh or be offended. But for some reason with the lightness of the tone he used I laugh.
“there’s the sound I love the most” he says and wipes away a tear. I hold onto his hand and stop him from moving it away. “let me tell you a secret, if you’re lucky and I mean really lucky… like the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love will decide to love you back… but I’m not that person ” he kisses my cheek, I can taste the salt from my tears, I can taste the warmth of him and most of all I can taste the betrayal going on inside of him.
“do me a favour?” I say as I lean my forehead against his.
“anything” he replies and his lips are back to being close to mine.
“lie to me” I whisper, and he hums in confusion. “just lie to me again, please” my voice is barely audible but he understands what I want and I don’t know why I want it. I know it’ll just hurt even more. And at first, I don’t think he will, but he moves so he lays on top of me and I’m on my back.
“I love you” his voice is softer then a whisper and I look up to the stars on my bedroom ceiling and for once I don’t think their childish or stupid, but rather a safety net that will protect me.
Entering the school halls on Monday morning does nothing to help my mood that has plummeted since Friday night. My weekend was dealt with a gruelling workout session with my dad which was made worse when he noticed the hickey littering my neck. After a hurl of verbal assault at one another I had left the house and was eventually dragged back by a very annoyed James. After another verbal argument doors were slammed and a glass had been broken when I had thrown it down the stairs to the floor.
So as I slammed my locker shut and adjusted my sleeved shirt to hide the bruises Shawn had caused it wasn’t just at the fact that I was already sweating in the long-sleeved shirt, my short skirt only slightly cooled down me down but my knee high boots didn’t help much more.
“Someone is mad today?” Maddy says leaning against the locker I had just slammed shut. Glaring at her I readjust my books in my hands. “you wanna tell me why? Or are you just gonna brood and swallow in self-pity and anger?” she asks moving off the locker as I start walking.
“I did something I wasn’t supposed to and now I’m mad at myself” I grit out.
“what weren’t you supposed to do?” she asks as we round the corner and I walk face first into someone, knocking my books out of my hands. I huff out in straight annoyance.
“Do. You. Mind?” I say angrily.
“No, I don’t” the deep voice washes over me as I glare into his eyes. Starring into his eyes and his very kissable lips I feel an anger boiling inside of me. I drop down to pick up my books. “let me help” he says crouching down.
“I don’t need your help” I grit out.
“why are you so mad?” he whispers to me.
“no reason” I say standing back up.
He begins to lean in and my body tenses, leaning down to my ear, his lip just brushing the lobe I stop a shiver. “does my very presence set you on edge?” as he leans back purposely brushing his teeth against the shell of my ear. I glare in him.
“yes it does” and as I respond I can’t help but kick him in the shin. As he groans in pain I shove past him.
“now that was uncalled for” he shouts as I walk off. My shout of annoyance follows down the hall back to him.
Skipping first class I sit out in the bleachers calming myself down.
“you good now?” Maddy voice almost makes me jump.
“god! Don’t scare me like that” I say leaning back down against the bleachers. “what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” I say stretching my legs out in front of me.
“aren’t you?” she says sitting down next to me.
“touché, but does any teacher want an angry Carter in their room?” I respond.
“you going to tell me why you are mad? Does it have something to do with someone you kicked 30 minutes ago” she says bumping my shoulder. I just sigh.
“I just had a really big argument with my dad over the weekend” I say crossing my arms over my chest.
“and?” she says spinning her hand in front of her as if to tell her that she is aware I am leaving something out.
“what my dad does not know is that I hooked up with someone I shouldn’t have on Friday night” I say looking at my feet.
“Shawn?” she asks.
“yep” I say bluntly. “and the thing that is pissing me off is that I want to do it again, but clearly that cant happen. And my dad doesn’t know who it is and decided to call me every name under the fucking sound” I say starring out at the field to the elective sports class.
“ah so that’s why you’re wearing a long sleeved shirt in this heat” she says nudging me again.
“when I say it was good, I mean rough” I say laughing.
“okay so why’d we kick him then?” she asks laughing.
“because if someone finds out about this, him and I are dead, and we had agreed that morning we would stay one another and that night he’s holding me against the wall by the throat. And he is setting me on edge” I say huffing.
“I could imagine, with those smouldering eyes, those perfect lips, big hands, oh and don’t forget those muscles.” She says so close to my ear.
“don’t get me started” I say shoving her.
“okay” she says hands up laughing. “but would it be so bad if you two did get together?” she asks. Standing up and collecting my stuff.
“it would be bad. Like very bad, like could be disowned, could be war. But also the fear of not being caught is sort of exciting” I say giving her my hand to help her up.
“you are playing a very dangerous game” she says grabbing onto my hand and pulling herself up.
“don’t need to tell me twice” I say hooking arms with her. “so tell me what is happening with you and James” I ask as we walk towards class.
“it’s going, he doesn’t want to say anything to anyone, but its going” she says. Both of us smiling we make our way to class.
“ah glad you two could grace us with your presence” Ms Spencer tells us.
“Oh miss, the pleasure is all mine” I say holding my hand up to my heart.
“well with pleasure you two are now in after-school detention” she gives us a sickly sweet smile.
“ugh” I say dumping my stuff down at my table.
“if you want to skip next time, maybe don’t come halfway through class.” She says.
“Be glad I even rocked up to this stupid fucking class.” I say dropping into my seat.
“excuse me?” she says.
“Do you really want to deal with a pissed off Carter?” I ask. “because I am pretty fucking pissed off today” I say leaning forward in my desk.
“how about you go to the principle’s officer?” she asks.
“how about… no?” I say crossing my arms.
“now. Miss Carter” she says.
“how about this? I’ll leave but im not going to the office because you know they’ll just send me back here. So I’ll just go for a walk” I say standing up. “James or Maddy be a dear and take my books to the next class” walking to the door.
“wait. If you’re going to leave then someone needs to go with you. I do not trust you to not wreak havoc if you go by yourself” she says.
“fine, I’ll take Maddy or James” both go to move.
“no. you’ll take… Jayne” she says.
“if I go with her the second we walk out of this door I will break her nose” I smile.
“fine. Shawn go with her” she sighs.
“he can say goodbye to ever being able to have children” I smile brightly now.
“as if I’d allow you to get close enough for that to happen” he says standing up chucking his books on to Marcel’s desk.
“all my years in being a teacher and I have never dealt with someone so disrespectful” Ms Spencer grunts out.
“you’re welcome for the learning experience.” I spin on my heel and exit the classroom.
Walking through the halls off the school is almost comforting. Almost.
“so do you want to tell me why you kicked me in the shin?” he asks from behind me.
“because you irk me” I say matter-of-factly.
“and why is that?” he asks slightly closer.
“why are you standing so close to me?” I ask turning around as he almost collides with my chest.
“does it irk you?” he says leaning down. Lifting my foot up I stomp down on his foot. “my god you are acting like a child having a temper tantrum” he says groaning through the pain of my heel hitting his foot.
“I don’t understand why you won’t stay away from me. We had a deal” I say turning back around.
“that was broken the minute you straddled me in gym class and the minute you said agreed to sleep with me” he says walking back into me as I halt my walking. “god can you stop doing that!” he almost shouts.
“why? making you uncomfortable” I say putting my hands on my hips.
“slightly!” he says running his hand through his hair.
“and why is that?” I say pushing him in the chest.
“you know exactly why. You think you’re on edge I am in the exact same situation!” he pulls at his hair.
“why do you have to keep being everywhere I am!” I say shoving him again. “why do you have to be here right now!” another shove. “and why do you have to be so god damn fucking present!” I say shoving him again. He grips onto my wrist. Pulling me against him.
“calm down” he says, his lips so close to mine. “take a breath” he says wrapping one arm around me. “now tell me what is really bothering you” he says his other hand goes to the back of my neck.
“I- just” taking in a deep breath of him I relax into him, fisting my hands in his shirt as he just holds me. “god I just wish this could be real without any consequences” I say holding onto him just slightly tighter.
“me too, Noora, me too” he holds onto a tighter. “you know you don’t make it easy in that short skirt” he says squeezing me tighter.
“me? It’s not my fault that there are hickey’s all over my neck and bruises over my throat and wrists” I scoff.
“have you not seen my neck?” he asks pulling his collar to the side. I can’t help but laugh.
“that is nothing look at these!” I say shoving my sleeves down and pulling my collar to the side to show the bruises.
“you did want it rough?” he says trying not to laugh.
“good point. You better let go before someone sees” I say resting my head against his chest.
“just give it another second” he says holding me tighter. We stand like that for longer than a second. But we jump so far apart when a throat clears behind us.
“how’d you know which room?” I ask as he shuts the door and locks it.
“because this is one of my dad’s houses” he says.
“hold up. what!” I putting my hand against his chest.
“it’s fine he won’t come here” he says lifting me up a bit higher in his grasp.
“how do you know that? And stop squeezing my ass whilst I’m talking to you!” I whack his arm as best I can whilst he holds me in his arms.
“because he is aware a party is being thrown and doesn’t care. Plus tonight is dinner date with my mum. And you can’t tell me this isn’t a slight turn on” he says grabbing my ass again.
“I thought we were going to have those hands somewhere” I say catching his lips with my own.
“we can definitely do that as soon as I throw you onto this bed” before I get a chance to respond he quite literally throws me on the bed.
“don’t stand there and linger.” I say leaning up on my elbows.
“not a problem baby girl” he says crawling up my body before his lips reattached themselves to mine. He moves down to my neck and kisses along my jawline, he scrapes his teeth down the column of my throat. His hand starts on my thigh dragging my dress up to my upper thigh.
“get rid of it” I say between gasps, he obliges pulling it up and over my head. Before he goes back to the column of my throat grazing his teeth along my collarbone before his hand replaces where his mouth was and he moves down to my lace covered breasts.
“I have been wanting to hear how you sound since the day you rode my thigh in the school hallways” he says kissing over to one of my breaths. Unclipping the back of my bra and throwing it somewhere in the room. Before he bring his mouth back to my breast. Swirling his tongue over the bud before nipping slightly. My hands find their way into his hair before I tug harshly. His hand around my throat tightens and a groan flutters out of his mouth. He moves over to my other breast and repeats his actions before he starts kissing down my stomach. He latches his fingers around my underwear.
“you sure about this?” he asks twisting the fabric between his fingers.
“are you?” I ask sitting up on my elbows.
“I’m only asking because once I get a taste I don’t think I’m going to stop” he says continuing to twist the fabric.
“and what do you plan on doing to me?” I ask watching his eyes dart over my body.
“something that begins with something like this” he kisses right above my underwear. He says standing up from the bed. “and ending with you a moaning mess” he drops to his knees. whilst grabbing the back of my knees and pulling them to the end of the bed. Pulling my underwear down my legs he grazes his finger slowly down my leg causing goose bumps. Before throwing them somewhere else into his room. He grabs my ankle kissing from my ankle up to my knee before he hooks my leg over his shoulder. He grabs my other ankle and repeats the motion. Kissing up the inner of my thigh, as he makes eye contact it sends shivers down my body.
“Now this… I’m going to enjoy this” before I can respond to his words. He drags a finger through me. “mmm baby girl already so wet…” his eyes flick up to mine and when I bite a moan back he nips my inner thigh. “Now be a good girl and stay still” he presses his lips against my heat. My hips buck forward, his arms come up wrapping over my hips to hold me in place. His tongue runs over me one more time before entering me and I cannot help the sounds that leave my mouth before I bite down on them. He swirls his tongue again and enters a digit pumping in and out, whilst I try to hide my moan.
“If you bite down on one more moan, I’m going to bite down on you” he grazes his teeth against my heat hinting at what he’d do. My hands go into his hair tugging him back down. He laughs against me and as he continues to pump in and out of me, my back arches. Part of me tells me to bite down, just to rile him up. He doesn’t even falter as he bites softly on my clip enough for me to jolt, enough for me to moan his name out lout and at the sound of my moan he enters a second digit, picking up his speed and curling his fingers inside of me the profanities that leave my mouth is slightly ridiculous. I can feel the knot inside of me building more.
“Shawn faster” I gasp out. He obliges moving faster and harder. Building the knot tighter and tighter. “Fuck-Shawn” trying to warn him but he speeds up and I can’t help as my legs lock around his head and my back arches off of the bed, filling the room with a loud moan almost a scream. He keeps his mouth attached to my heat as I ride out my orgasm. He keeps his tongues pressed up against me lapping up my juices. Pulling back he drags the back of his hand across his mouth.
“Now that… tasted just good as I imagined.” He says crawling back up my body his hand re attaching itself to my neck and giving a light squeeze, before bringing his lips back to mine. I pull back quickly.
“I’m slightly offended that I’m completely naked and you’re their fully dressed” I say. fidgeting with the collar of his shirt.
“fair enough” he goes to pull it off but I use my grasp on his collar to rip open the front of his shirt. “that was my favourite shirt” he says nipping at my lips.
“oh? Are you going to punish me?” I ask sultry. He grabs me by the wrist pulling me up to wear he’s now standing.
“yes. I really am” he says gripping tighter on my wrist. Sitting down on the bed he pulls me over his lap. “how many do you think you can take?” he asks rubbing my bare ass.
“3?” I ask looking over my shoulder.
“let’s say 5”and before I can respond he brings his hands down on my ass. Enough for my toes to curl. “count” the pure dominance in his voice makes me oblige.
“one” I answer. His hand comes down again and I can’t help but moan at the searing sensation in my rear. “two” and as his hand comes down a third time, my hand fists into his pants. “three” I breathe out. His hand comes down again “four” and on the fifth and final one my grip tightens more, this time my nails digging into his leg. “five” I gasp out.
“good girl.” He says swinging me up. So I sit on his lap.
“do you know what I think?” I say looking into his molten eyes.
“hmm, what do you think?” he asks eyes grazing my body.
“that you haven’t been paid any attention” I say pushing him back onto the bed. Before straddling his lap. “and that someone must be really hard” I say palming him through his pants.
“don’t be a tease, or I’ll make you regret it.” He say through gritted teeth. I know I’ll enjoy ‘regretting it’. I palm him again and he hisses again. Going to grab my wrist I move out of his way.
“oh no, I’m in charge right now.” I say moving back to him.
“then come here for a second” he says leaning up and kissing my lips. Laying back down chest to chest, kissing his lip before moving down to his neck where I suck harshly, swirling my tongue over it making my way over his chest laving marks in my wake. Making my way down his stomach, I undo his button. Before pulling his jeans off. Followed by his boxers. I run a finger up his length before spitting on my hand and pumping him a few times. Shawn groans under my touch.
“look at me” I say and as he makes eye contact with me I put him in my mouth. Going all the way down to his base.
“fuck me” leaves his throat before he drops back down. Hollowing out my cheeks as I go. His hand goes to the back of my head fisting his hand in my hair. As I go bobbing my head on his cock, all types of profanities leaving his mouth. He pulls my hair a little bit tighter and as I moan from the feeling, the vibration from my mouth cause him to moan out my name. as I continue to bob my head and work my hands into the motion.
“if you don’t stop, all our fun is going to be over baby girl” he says. And when I don’t come to a complete stop he pulls my hair tighter, enough for me to stop.
“if you insist” I say leaning backwards. He sits up, wrapping me in his arms as he kisses me roughly before moving again down my back as I rock against his lap. He moans into my chest.
“how do you want it?” he asks against my breast.
“hard enough that I want bruises, hard enough I find it difficult to sneak back into the house, hard enough that I’m gasping for air” I whisper into his ear.
“if that’s what you want baby girl” he says kissing up my neck. Before rolling us over, so I lay on my back with him between my legs. Lining himself up “happy to oblige” he says as he slams into me, my hands go up to his shoulders digging in. He doesn’t wait. Just holds one of my hips tightly, the other holding my throat as he slams into me again and again. His hands dig deeper into my skin. Digging deeper each time I moan out his name. He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. He grabs my hips, pulling me up against him and before I can set my arms up under me he shoves into me again causing me to fall forward again, he grabs each of my wrist and pulls them behind my back as he slams into me again and again. Letting go of my arms, his hand comes back after my throat pulling me up against his body. He pulls my face to the side, kissing me sloppily. Before bringing his other hand to my clit.
“watch” he hisses in my ear, using his hand around my throat to lift my head up and look in the mirror in front of us. As his hand starts drawing figure 8’s against my clit, Shawn pounds into me from behind. “you were right my hand are you throat is quite the sight” he says breathy next to my ear. “look at you. How well you take my cock” he says gripping a little tighter on my neck. As I feel the knot retighten in my stomach and as he slams into me harder, again and again. The sound of skin slapping against one another fills the room along with my loud moans.
“Shawn, I’m so close” I breathe out.
“I know baby girl, hold out a little longer” he says pushing me back down onto the bed, his hand leaves my throat and tangles it in my hair to keep my head upright. To watch. His other hand comes back down to my hip, gripping tight he speeds up. Not being able to hold on much longer I let my release wash over my body and as I’m watching Shawn watch me in the mirror, I let my moan ring out through the room as he grips tighter on my hip. Before he lets himself release into me. Thrust turning sloppy as he ride himself out and milks out my high. He pulls out and falls down next to me as heavy breathing fills the room.
“that was…” he looks at me “spectacular” he grins.
“mind-blowing” I respond smiling, he leans over and kisses me on the lips when I go to get up.
“I wouldn’t- ” before he can finish I’m already moving. As I go to stand up my leg gives out underneath me. Before I can hit the ground he catches me. “as I was saying I wouldn’t, give it a bit” he says.
“a bit?” my eyes go wide at him.
“shower?” he counters smiling.
“better be hot” I grumble. As we enter the shower, he pulls me against his body. “Don’t even think about touching me” I say as I stand under the water. And moaning at the feel of the water over my muscles.
“with sounds like that, it’s lucky I’m not touching you” his grin is almost wicked.
“I will hand you your ass” I turn to him.
“you mean your incredibly bruised ass, because I already handed you yours” he says slapping my ass. For the sixth time. I suck in a breath through my teeth.
“stop” I say whacking his hand away before stepping out of the shower and back into his room. “um where did you throw my underwear?” I ask “and bra?” I ask turning around the room.
“you mean this bra?” he says picking it up before spinning it around his finger.
“that would be it” I say snatching it from his hand. Pulling my clothes on. “I gotta go” I say walking up to him.
“so soon?” he ask pulling me up against him.
“yes. Because I have to sneak back in” I say pecking his lips before stepping away.
Sneaking back in was a lot harder then I expected.
The week drifts by without any hassle, until Friday 5th & 6th period. Sport’s period. Sitting in my gym gear up in the bleachers with Maddy by my side.
“so what happened with you and James?” I ask before coach realises we aren’t ‘participating’.
“don’t you know you called him away remember” she gives me a side eye. Before I can answer coach Baker calls out to us.
“Come on laps girls” he shouts.
“it’s too hot to do laps coach!” I shout back.
“you aren’t above everyone else get down here now” He shouts.
“guess we gotta go down there” I say and hold my had out to her.
“you better catch up to the rest you know coach expects me to not run” she says pulling onto the wrap around her knee. She dislocated it earlier in the year and it hadn’t been the same since.
“okay, I’ll send James down to you at the back” I say winking. She goes to open her mouth “oh come on its so obvious you both like one another” I say running down the stairs.
Running up to where my group is doing a slight jog in the centre of the class.
“hey James, go jog with Maddy and make sure she doesn’t hurt her knee again” I say dismissing him as he falls back.
Coach makes us run laps till whoever is at the front complains too much and since the top runner is complaining rah rah, I honestly blocked it out, too busy keeping an eye on Maddy and James walking together at the back and the other at the broad shoulders of the brunette at the front of the group.
“Okay today we are going to do some defensive moves.” He says.
“how did that make it into the school’s teaching program?” I shout from where I’m lying on the floor.
“because this is the 21st century Miss Carter, people need to know how to defend themselves” he says crossing his arms.
“okay but what if some of us know how to defend ourselves already?” I respond sitting up.
“then I guess you can come be a demonstrator” he says smugly. “Now class with Miss Carter
Will be one of your demonstrator. In the real world, class, your attacker is probably going to be bigger then you, or stronger then you” I huff, crossing my arms. “do you want to add anything Miss Carter?” he asks
“I’m pretty sure we all know attackers tend to be bigger than their victims otherwise they’d use a weapon.” I respond.
“not always true. In fits of pure anger the human body can do some strange stuff” Shawn responds from where he sits on the grass.
“well there’s our second demonstrator” Coach says
“could it be anyone else” I grumble.
After going through some manoeuvres that coach deems appropriate for school learning.
“how about we show them some real manoeuvres” I whisper into Shawn’s ear and before he can respond I grip his wrist and yank it behind his back and before I can kick the back of his knees in he spins around and wraps his arm around my throat. I follow with a simple move that everyone knows; stomp on the foot, elbow in the stomach and back of the hand to the face. his arm loosens slightly as he groans enough for me to drop my weight to the floor to get him to let go.
“that was a dirty move” he responds.
“I’m sure you’ve seen dirtier” I say as I move to swipe his legs out and he falls over. Moving to straddle him. “you should just give up” I say and he just smirks at me.
“not today” he says using his strength to roll me backwards onto my back. “maybe you should just give up” he says straddling my stomach.
“never” I say as I use my flexibility to my advantage. My leg come up to the back of his neck as I cross my ankles in front of his face and use my little strength to swing us backwards and this time I dig my knees into his shoulder blades so he can’t move.
“are you two done now?” Coach shouts.
“depends is he going to give up?” I say kneeling upwards so more of my body weight goes into his shoulders.
“not just yet” he says, so I stand up a little more as his hands grip the back of my thighs as my eyes flick down he grips harder pushing me forward so I fall forward bracing myself he rolls us over so I’m on my back and his hands are still on my thighs his head between my thighs. I squeeze my thighs together trapping his head. I could just imagine how this looks. His eyes have a glint, it’s as if the position has registered to everyone but him.
“ehm… Noora let go of Shawn” Coach says. “now for god sake” he says again. My eyes are glued to Shawn’s as I wink at him laughing, his hand comes up squeezing my thigh before he taps it three times. I let go and he falls backwards. “you two do laps now! Run off your passion to kill one another!” he shouts.
“I doubt running laps will fizzle out that passion” I say hopping up and running off.
Shawn catches up to me slowly giving me some space.
“what happened to space?” he asks.
“why are you somehow in all my classes?” I huff instead.
“guess it’s just how it worked out” he says shrugging his shoulders. “any plans for this weekend?” he asks.
“Don’t know yet, might head out, might stay home” I respond. We run next to one another till class ends.
That night I end up heading out, by heading out I mean sneaking out. Who wants to stay home on a Friday night anyway. Throwing on my short black dress and my converse. Entering someone’s house party that Maddy texted me about. Walking into a party without my little entourage feels a little odd but slightly comforting. Sitting on the counter bench I fill my drink and down it. Repeating.
“where’s your bodyguards?” his voice flows from where he leans against the doorway.
“I snuck out. I didn’t want an entourage tonight” I say swallowing the contents of the drink.
“that’s awfully bold of you” he comes up standing between my legs resting his hands on my thighs.
“what happened to space?” I say finishing off the drink.
“ever since you decided today to straddle my body, ever since I had those thighs so close to being wrapped around my face.” he drags his hands up my thighs “ever since I had my arm wrapped around your throat all I could wish was that it was my hand” he’s so close to my face I can fell his breath against my neck.
“since I don’t have bodyguards tonight, and I don’t think your bodyguards are anywhere. Why don’t we see how those hands look around my throat” I whisper into his ear. His hands come to the back of my knees, he pulls them behind him wrapping my legs around him.
“I could image it would be quite the sight” he says pulling me off the bench and pushing me through to another room.
Opposing Gangs part 4 gets released tomorrow @ 4/1 @8pm
“I’m sure you’ve seen dirtier” I say as I move to swipe his legs out and he falls over. Moving to straddle him. “you should just give up” I say and he just smirks at me.
“not today” he says using his strength to roll me backwards onto my back. “maybe you should just give up” he says straddling my stomach.
“never” I say as I use my flexibility to my advantage. My leg come up to the back of his neck as I cross my ankles in front of his face and use my little strength to swing us backwards and this time I dig my knees into his shoulder blades so he can’t move.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I walk up to him as he sits on the bench.
“finishing that conversation” I say raising onto my tippy toes to whisper in his ear.
“oh?” he asks, I brush my teeth against his ear and that’s answer enough for him to let me pull him off of the bench. “Oh” he says as the door shuts behind him and I push him back against it. “if we are going to continue this conversation I believe you were supposed to be against the wall.” He says smugly.
“how about we start a new conversation?” I say kissing up his neck.
“and where would this conversation end?” he ask resting his head against the door.
“that’s for me to decide” I say ripping open his buttoned up shirt and kissing down his chest. The groan he tries to supress causes me to smirk against his chest.
“Don’t get cocky, Noora” he hisses through his teeth when I palm him through his jeans.
“Don’t talk to me about Cocky, Shawn” I say as I continue to palm him before using my other hand to fumble with the button of his jeans.
“eager are you?” he asks going to grab my wrist but stops when I get the button undone and slide my hand down to him.
“You know Shawn for someone who is so cocky, I’d expect… more” I say as I pump him. enough for him to get hard. Enough to put him in a predicament.
“I can always show you more” He says head rested on the door. I continue my motions. Enough for him to bite back any sounds.
“you know what I really hate?” I ask whispering into his ear.
“what? What do you hate?” he asks grabbing onto a nearby cabinet for support a little breathy.
“being left high and extremely wet” his eyes snap open. “being left so sexually frustrated and that it can’t be taken care of for hours” my smile is sinister.
“I can always finish you off now” He says smugly.
“now where is the fun in that?” I say and he knows he’s in trouble. I speed up just a little and then stop. “I guess you’ll have to finish yourself off… I’m sure you’re used to that” I shove him out of the way and my wicked laugh fills the room before I exit leaving Shawn cursing very loudly and calling me any name possible.
Walking through the halls on a Monday morning is almost as hellish as a training session with my dad. Pulling my books from my locker I chuck them on top of James lot, this is his slight punishment for Maddy. I can feel Shawn’s glare from where he leans against his locker, Remy and Marcel next to him whilst some blonde haired girl tries to flirt with him. I wink at him as I pass.
“he doesn’t look interested barbie” I say laughing.
“no one asked what you thought, slut” I hault my steps. James and Parker tense as I spin around on my heel.
“Oh jayney babe didn’t anyone tell you that slut shaming isn’t cute?” I ask.
“there’s slut shaming and then there’s you… what were you mad that one guy doesn’t have your attention unlike your pack of dogs who kiss your ass?” she asks. I snap my fingers and my group forms a circle around them.
“My pack of dogs as you say are well trained. Trained enough that no one will break this circle until I say so. And because this guy” I gesture to Shawn with my fingers “isn’t under threat by me and he’s not going to flinch. Is he?” I look at Shawn for his answer
“oh this is too interesting to intervene” he says holding his hands up.
“oh would you look at that even he’s well enough trained.” I can see as Shawn shakes his head suppressing a smile “So Jayne, darling. Think before you say something to me again.” I take a step towards her.
“please. You think because your father is feared by many that extends to you too” she says trying to laugh.
“oh?” I take a step closer so I’m chest to chest with her. “please. Having a scary dad is a perk, Another perk is; I can put you into a fucking coma if I wanted to” I say. I move my hand to flick and invisible speck off of her shoulder and watch as she flinches. “so don’t make me change my mind” I say and as I snap my fingers next to her, she flinches again. But my group simply falls away. “bye bye now” I say smiling and spinning away and making my way out of the group. I get all of half way down the hall when a hand wraps around my arm.
“whoever thought that was smart I’d let go right now” I say.
“I need to talk to you” the warm voice fills my ears.
“ I said let go Mendes” I say my eyes flicking from his hand to his face.
“I need to talk to you” he repeats.
“ugh fine” I say looking around. “outside” I say. “I’ll meet you guys in class or at lunch to the rest of you.” I say pushing through the doors. Sitting up on one of the benches outside.
“what’s up?” I ask
“jealousy looks kinda hot on you” he say resting one foot next to me. I scoff and roll my eyes. “but seriously I need to get something off of my chest” my eyes dart down to his tight fitted black shirt. “it’s not my shirt Carter” my eyes snap up to his.
“well that’s a shame” I respond. “I’m almost bored nowi” I ask.
“whatever is happening between us needs to stop” his tone is soft and I choke. “I’m not messing around anymore. Anyone could have seen us on Friday and we know what would have happened.” It’s a fact my dad would absolutely his lose shit if he found out I’d been… fraternizing with the enemy.
“okay – I get it. Fair enough. Just stay where you are supposed to stay and we won’t have a reason to interact” I say getting up. He goes to grab my arm again “uh-uh no touching. Because I have been wound tight all week and right now is not the time for part of you to graze me” I say turning to face him.
“you don’t think that I don’t feel the same way… you put me in quite the predicament on Friday night and I can’t stop thinking about how your hand felt.” His voice begins to rise as he turns to face me fully. “I can’t stop thinking about your lips felt against mine or how your body felt so well pressed into mine the first day I walked these halls.” He drops his head. “this” he points between us “whatever is growing between us needs to stop before we get hurt by our own people. Stay in the cafeteria and I’ll stay outside. Deal?” he asks.
“deal” I call over my shoulder heading inside. I can’t help the screaming in my head, the churning of my stomach, but most importantly I can’t help the sinking of my heart and I don’t understand why… because it shouldn’t hurt like this… not when you were supposed to just be a way to push the rules. Away to regain my control within myself.
Opposing Gangs part 3 gets released tomorrow at 8pm AEST (1/4)
Walking through the halls on a Monday morning is almost as hellish as a training session with my dad. Pulling my books from my locker I chuck them on top of James lot, this is his slight punishment for Maddy. I can feel Shawn’s glare from where he leans against his locker, Remy and Marcel next to him whilst some blonde haired girl tries to flirt with him. I wink at him as I pass.
“he doesn’t look interested barbie” I say laughing.
“no one asked what you thought, slut” I hault my steps. James and Parker tense as I spin around on my heel.
“Oh jayney babe didn’t anyone tell you that slut shaming isn’t cute?” I ask.
Let’s just put it this way my dad was not happy to find out that the Mendes’ were now plaguing the falls of my school.
“it’s fine dad I sorted it out” I say grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “I put him in his place and they are locked out of my cafeteria. I do have to share a few classes with a few of them but it’s not a big deal” I say jumping onto the counter top and shrugging my shoulders.
“not a big deal? Not a big deal? I’m going to have to arrange a meeting with his stupid father now” he says rolling his eyes. “and you have to sit in on it” he adds causing me to choke.
“oh no, I don’t think so. I already did my part” I say jumping off the bench.
“Noora Rose Carter you will be in that meeting and so will his son. So you better be prepared” he says as I slam the door shut behind me.
Dad managed to get the meeting set up for a Friday night. Which was the worst timing because I had plans. But a meet with the two head gangs isn’t something you could just miss. I had dressed almost accordingly. Almost. My leather jacket, backless body suite that went up to my throat and a short velvet shirt with my knee high boots.
“oh hell no.” is the chorus I got when I walked down the stairs.
“I think you mean hell yes” I say unclipping my jacket.
“go and put longer clothes on, Jesus Christ” my dad says shaking his head. Before I can retort the door bell rings. “Don’t move, they’re here” he says sending James to the door.
“wait! were having it here!” I almost shout which in turn gets me a glare from my dad.
“Good evening Manuel” my dad says going for a handshake
“Likewise, Matt” he says gripping my dad’s hand tight. “ah and this must be your lovely daughter, Noora” he says gesturing to me.
“it is, and this must be Shawn” My dad says flatly as Shawn enters the room and all but smirks at me as I make my way down the stairs. “watch them eyes boy” my dad grinds out and on queue Shawn’s eyes snap to mine and a three man wall is formed around me.
“do not threaten my son Matt” Manuel steps towards my dad.
“then tell him to stop mentally undressing my daughter” he seethes back.
“well this is tense” I say pushing past my three person barricade. “but the length of my skirt is not what we came to discuss nor was Shawn’s wondering eyes” I say standing next to my dad.
“my apologises Noora” Shawn says standing next to his dad.
“Now if we can all be civil and enter the study that would be wonderful, I would like to eventually leave this house tonight” I say grabbing my dad by the arm before entering the study. I stand behind my dad’s chair resting an arm against the back of it and Shawn takes a seat next to his father.
After all is said and arranged and understandings made, the meeting can finally end and I swear to god it was done in world record time; 3 hours. Which therefore puts me running 2 hours late to a party that started at 8. Entering the party with my two entourage is enough for people to part the way for us and for someone to actually put a drink in my hand. Maddy hops up to me and gives me a hug.
“Hey girl! I didn’t think you were going to make it?” she slurs, clearly drunk.
“had some family stuff to do” I say rolling my eyes. “help me get onto your level?” I ask.
“We will get you past my level” she squeals before pulling me into the kitchen and handing me drink after drink.
“so are your bodyguards going to back off for the night?” Maddy whispers “or am I stuck staring into beautiful James face again?” she ask.
“can you guys like rack off and do something interesting for a change?” I ask before swallowing the vodka shots that were lined up for me.
“call us if you need us or when you want to leave” James responds and pulls Parker outside. My little body guards had been gone for about 5 minutes when the air of the party stifled. I turn around to see why. And in walked Shawn Mendes followed by Remy and Marcel. His eyes caught mine almost instantly. Rolling my eyes I did another shot and sat up on one of the counter tops.
“stalking me are you?” I ask taking a swig of whatever concoction Maddy had made.
“hardly, Carter” he says grabbing the drink out of my hand.
“then what are you doing here?” I say pulling my drink back.
“we go to the same school remember?” he says. “Remy, Marcus no need to linger I’m sure you can find Noora’s little lapdogs outside, just like the good little dogs they are” his lips quirk up on one side. “Leave. Now” he snaps his fingers and they disappear. “so, you look absolutely devour-able in that outfit” placing his hands on either side of me “but important matters; are we going to finish our conversation” he asks whispering into my ear before kissing right under it.
“No. no I don’t think we will” I say rubbing one of heeled boots up his calf. “Daddy’s already wanting to rip your eyeballs out” I whisper into his ear. His entire body shudder whether it’s from the tone or the pure threat lacing my voice, I’ll never know.
“Oh baby girl, he’d start a war if he touched a single hair on my head” he tugs at my earlobe with his teeth.
“all I have to do is call for Parker and James and you’d be missing a limb” I say jumping down off of the table making sure to land on one of his feet with my heeled boot. He bites his lip to stop the groan of pain. Chest to chest, still caged in. “Now you are in my way to a good time Mendes” I say, as he moves to the side grabbing my cup off the bench and drinking it. Maddy hooks me by the arm before pulling me onto the dance floor.
“that was some major flirting, I thought you two were about to fuck” she says into my ear.
“oh my god. No. he’s my rival” I say laughing “our dads hate one another” I give her a pointed look. And she just starts laughing.
Parker has come inside to check the entire situation a few times and each time is the same. Shawn sitting up on the bench I was sitting on drinking away. Whilst I dance with Maddy and whatever guy I can get a hold of.
“Hey Maddy do you want to do me a favour?” I whisper into her ear while starring into Shawn’s eyes.
“what type of favour?” she says mischief laces her tone.
“The type where you get to go flirt with James with absolute no repercussions from me?” I ask winking at Shawn.
“what are you going to do?” She asks.
“I’m going to get even.” I say let go of her arm. She makes her way to the door, turning around to watch as I pull Shawn off of the counter and shove him into a nearby room before she exits the door and begins her mission on flirting James and distracting 4 watchdogs.
Opposing Gangs part 2 gets released tonight at 9pm AEST heres a sneak peak.
“so are your bodyguards going to back off for the night?” Maddy whispers “or am I stuck staring into beautiful James face again?” she ask.
“can you guys like rack off and do something interesting for a change?” I ask before swallowing the vodka shots that were lined up for me.
“call us if you need us or when you want to leave” James responds and pulls Parker outside. My little body guards had been gone for about 5 minutes when the air of the party stifled. I turn around to see why. And in walked Shawn Mendes followed by Remy and Marcel. His eyes caught mine almost instantly. Rolling my eyes I did another shot and sat up on one of the counter tops.
“stalking me are you?” I ask taking a swig of whatever concoction Maddy had made.
“hardly, Carter” he says grabbing the drink out of my hand.
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