angel and john b - devil’s night
present
angel
the anthropology of youth culture.
it was only a class offered every two years so i signed up for immediately.
i had too many experiences with youth culture. take your pick from my town.
the biggest example is devil’s night.
a whole night of mindless fun and kids trying to do their best to keep up with the horsemen.
I think i have a good idea of what i was going to declare my major is. between all the psychology classes i take and along with all of the studying of human behavior i forced myself to do when i was younger.
it’s a good fit for me.
walking into the class, I see the most empty rows are in the back. they weren’t kidding when they said the spots filled up fast.
climbing to the the third from the top, I see the only other person is the one that john b had with him from the other night. her curly hair were down her back and she was wearing a brown cardigan with a black tank top nd jeans giving her a much laid back and less sexier look then what she originally had.
but still sexy.
meanwhile here I was in my dad’s old letterman jacket and leggings with a knitted hat on my head.
who cares? it’s not like I was coming for a fashion show.
I sat a seat away from her and turned to her. “hey, didn’t we see each other the other night?”
she gave me a look, a hint of panic in her eyes as she looked me up and down. “i don’t think so.”
“you were with john b. the elevator. at diose. i had a lot less clothes on then I do now.” i joked and she finally smile. “oh yeah. the little’s brother girlfriend right?”
“not his girlfriend. we just grew up together.” I started holding my hand out to her. “i’m angel.”
“kiara. but you can call kie.”
“nice to meet you.” i said trying to keep calm even though i was squealing in my head. making my first friend.
it doesn’t matter that she’s john b’a girlfriend. it counts.
“get lost.” a voice from behind me said, directed towards kie. her eyes widened and she quickly moved two seats down.
rafe filled the spot next to me, blocking my view of kie and pope on my other side.
what the hell?
“hey angel. long time no see.” pope greeting smiling over at me. the smile didn’t meet his eyes.
so they were all here.
why? i assumed after prison they would leave but obviously not. this must be funner for them or something.
“did you miss us cause we certainly missed you?” rafe teased, leaning back in his seat.
“what are you guys doing here?”
this was supposed to be my place. my place to be free.
of course they had to ruin it.
“to get our education.” pope answered and i would’ve believed him if he had books. he was the most excited to go to college. he was the smartest out of all of them.
“didn’t get that in prison. we’re trying to catch up after all those years lost.” he finsihed explaining and it hit my heart a little.
they did miss out on so much when they were locked up.
as the teacher came in, i tried not to focus on them so much. they didn’t ruin it. they will only if i let them.
mr. horace began his lecture about teenagers abs technology. how we’re so ungrateful. how everything is so easy for us. how-.
“did you learn how to suck dick yet, angel?” rafe whispered, his voice heavy and rough in my ear.
i started to put my things discretely. they weren’t going to mess with me. I was starting a new life and they could study here but they can’t ruin it.
Mr Horace droned on. “what’s the pleasure to wait six years for the conclusion of a tv show then you can binge it on netflix in a week?”
“cause when I stuff my cock in your mouth I expect you to like it and take it.” rafe continued and I reached out to grab him.
“what’s going on up there?” mr horace asked and u quickly out my hand back down as the entire class looked back at us. I can feel my face starting to glow,
“sorry. gave it to her good and hard this morning. do you expect her to keep her hands off of me?” rafe asked, deadpanned and a couple of guys chuckled. pope being one of them.
“keep it down back there.” mr horace said and continued talking, giving us a disgusted look.
just got on my professor’s bad side. great.
i grabbed my stuff and walked away from them but rafe pulled me back and scooted my chair close to him.
“do it again and I’ll kill your mother.” he threatened, his hot breath on my face as she spoke.
the guy in front of us heard his threat and turned to look at us with a confused expression before rafe sneered at him. “what the hell do you think you looking at?”
the guy turned around quickly, face turning red.
the hell?
if I didn’t know my mom was with mrs routledge i would be a little worried. she was far away from him. he wouldn’t be able to get close enough to her to even look at her.
i’ll make sure of that.
the professor kept talking and I tried my hardest to pay attention as he talked but it was hard.
they were bored and wanted to pick on me. have fun with me again.
I never wanted to be close to them again.
“this so satisfaction for this generation anymore. everything you want or need is at the tip of your fingers.” the professor continued and I gritted my teeth together.
unfair. can’t judge a generation because of what the previous generation prov-.
“you’re gonna love all the things I do to you, angel. remember my last night of freedom? want to try that last part again? i’ll make you happy this time.”
rubbing my temples, i tried to keep his voice out of my head. only zoning in on the professor.
if i could only remember what he was saying in the first place.
“you got something to say?” professor horace asked and i looked up at him. he was looking straight at me.
“huh?”
“well do you? or are you gonna keep the class distracted with you and your boyfriends?” he asked and everyone laughed including pope. rafe stayed silent.
i do. if i only can remember what he was talking about before i was rudely interrupted.
“yo-you talk about us being spoiled but it’s not our fault.” I started and he smirked, leaning on his desk.
“oh? who’s fault is it?”
“i-it’s. uh.” I started and the smirk on his face got bigger as i took a deep breath.
a voice whispered in my head. one that kept me up all night sometimes. john b’s.
own it.
“your generations. you made several of our norm accessible. cellphones for an example. only a few had them and even if that was limited to only a couple of minutes. the more it was demanded the more it became normalized. social media too. it was only one platform but the desire to share every aspect of your life was becoming more and more demanded as it got bigger and bigger. you created the standards of these things and were just following them just like what we’re setting up as the standards for our kids. where’s the accountability?”
the class went silent as they turned to face the professor. “she asked you a question.” rafe said and a smile broke out on my face.
i covered it with my hand do he won’t see it.
Horace looked around and smiled flatly. “well then. keep that in mind for class next wednesday. the reading will be chapter one through three.”
i packed my stuff up, humming happily to myself before two bodies gather around me. “no one gets to mess with you but us.” rafe threatened and i turned to face him.
“you know it’s cute the way you think you can still push me around. i’m not that little girl anymore.” i shrugged a smile plastered on my face.
damn if he sees it. what can he do to me anyway?
they got closer to me. i can feel their body through their clothes now. “you think you’re so cute huh? to me you’ll always be that scared little girl who couldn’t hang out with the big boys. still pathetic that’s for sure.” he flexed his muscles at me and I fought the urge to laugh.
“don’t threaten me or my mother again. that was for sure cute. what else you got?” i teased and pushed past pope to get to my class.
after classes, i walked the three blocks home weighed down my all the assignments i had to do when someone called out. “hold it for me.”
i put my foot in the door as kie slid her way in. “thanks. i hate waiting for the elevator down here sometimes especially after a long day of school you know.” she said standing next to me.
“I thought you took the other elevator.” I responded before she pressed the sixteen button.
so she lived here then.
“why would I use the other elevator?” she turned to face me all confused.
“thought you was going up to see john b. must be nice living in the same building as your boyfriend.” she can see him whenever she wants and he can come visit her.
“oh he’s not my boyfriend. he just needed a pretty little thing on his arm.” she shrugged. “like a lot of the men around here.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
“means I see lots of men. not only john b.” she said, smirking to herself. “and we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. he wasn’t interested in that.”
“I don’t care about that.” I lied even though my heart hurt a little less after that confession.
“sure.” she said, patting my shoulder before walking out. “just so you know, I like seeing a lot of women too.” she smiled and winked before the elevators closed.
what the hell?
was she hitting on me?
no.
well..
does it matter?
after doing my homework, i tried calling my mother again. even though i know she was safe on the boat with mrs routledge, rafe words still stuck with me.
it would make me feel better if i can hear her voice.
especially since when I went to college last year, she called me everyday. text me. always communicated with me.
i could use something else to call her.
she’s on the routledge’s boat, the bird and it should have a phone if I’m not mistaken. expect i don’t have the number for it.
I don’t want to call big john. he terrified me and it’s late. he wouldn’t be at his office right now.
I couldn’t call andrew and if I could I don’t think I would want to. we still haven’t talked since that phone call a week ago.
I wasn’t talking to him until he apologized.
which is gonna take awhile cause he’s stubborn as hell. but he would want to get back in my good graces.
that only left me with john b.
I didn’t want to call him. he can just simply ignore me.
i could definitely ambush him though.
in the lobby, no one was there which I figured since it was so late. visitors were discouraged after seven when the doorman was gone.
I could wait around for security but how long will that take.
should’ve thought about this earlier.
I could try early tomorrow and wait for him in his living room before we go out separate ways for the day is probably my best bet.
making my way into the elevator, the one he uses was open and two giant men walked out. laughing and talking. there must be from his basketball team beau city thunder.
before thinking twice, I slipped into the elevator and pressed the button up. smiling, I hummed as the elevator made it to his floor.
two victories against the horseman in a row.
my luck was changing.
walking into his apartment, I went straight to his window. if my view was amazing, his was breathtaking.
it was around the whole apartment and if I looked down, I could see into my apartment. you could probably see the other penthouse’s next door to mine too.
“john b?” I asked, pulling myself away from the beautiful view and walked around the apartment. “john b?”
walking deeper, i realized he could have his whole team stay here if he wanted to. there was several rooms i passed and probably even more if I didn’t hear the basketball bouncing.
of course.
why wouldn’t he have a basketball court in his apartment that was most likely customized for him.
growing up he had a basketball in his hand when he wasn’t playing. and when he was playing it was the only time that he was ever really smiling. at least when he was home.
I glanced in and there he was.
shirtless, muscular, sweaty. breathtaking.
running a couple drills by himself, music playing not as loudly as he used to play it back home. but he only did that to piss off his father.
i couldn’t bother him. my mom could call me when they’re docked and have better service.
she deserves a vacation doesn’t she? I should be happy that she’s going on this vacation.
I quietly and quickly made my way back to the elevator but as soon i press the button it opens up to rafe, jj, and pope.
they all smirked as they looked at me. “angel. we kept missing each other.” jj said, stepping out the elevator coming closer to me.
“busy.” i shrugged as they all surrounded me. their heights making it impossible to see over them.
“what are you doing up here anyway?” pope asked from my right.
“just needed to ask john b something.”
“oh yeah? why you going back to the elevator then?” rafe asked as they circled me. “caught cold feet or something?” jj asked, leaning closer to me.
“we can help you ask if you want.” pope reassured putting his arm around me.
“it’s fine. I can ask him tomorrow it isn’t a big deal.” I said pulling away from him but they ignored me and basically escorted me to the kitchen.
“john b!” rafe shouted, smirking as we walked.
“yeah?” john b answered, coming from the hallway still shirtless and sweaty, a water bottle in my hand now.
“little angel was looking for you. found her here creeping around.” rafe joked as they pushed me towards john b. his eyes zeroed in on me as the boys presented me to him.
“what do you want?”
“needed a number.” I mumbled and he held his hand to his ear. “what was that?”
“i need the number to the bird. my mom is on there and she hasn’t called me back. i’m worried. it’s been the longest since we haven’t spoke.” i said and he smirked.
“give her a break angel. she’s in the middle of the ocean. probably doesn’t have cell service.”
“i want to talk to her. she’s my mother. i got to check up on her.”
john b sighed and shook his head. “I’ll give it to you.” he said and I smiled. “tha-.”
“only after you come with us to this party.”
my jaw dropped. I can’t believe he was trying.
“no way. i want the number so just give it to me.”
“come on, angel. play with us. you liked it a lot last time.” he leaned in and the four of them surrounded me. just like that night four years ago.
“i’m not interested. i’m older now and I can’t be pushed around that easily anymore. now if you excuse me.” I stated, pushing the four of them away and they went back.
quickly making my way into the elevator, I tried my best to not look back. just trying to keep moving forward.
if I looked back I would give in. or at least that’s why I keep telling myself.
I made it into the elevator and even pressed the button before someone grabbed me and pulled me all the way back into the living room before pushing me down.
“I don’t know guys. she still looks like she’s easy to push around to me.” john b said and the guys chuckled.
“fuck you.” I spit out, getting on my knees.
“you want to don’t you?” john b teased, tilting my chin up to look at me. “you miss me so much don’t you?”
“no I don’t. not that much anyway.” I said and he chuckled.
“you sure about that?” then he pressed his lips against mine.
it wasn’t like anything with trevor.
where andrew was soft and treated me like a doll, john b was hard and rough.
everything that I wished andrew would do.
teeth clashing and sucking on my tounge. his hands were all over and got me to lay back.
grinding against me and I instinctively wrapped around him, moving my hips up to his to get as much as friction as I can.
when he pulled away, I tried to catch his lips again.
“you got an hour to get ready. put on your swimsuit. we’ll help if you take too long. there’s more then enough of us. can’t take all of us.” john b said before going upstairs.
left me alone with his friends.
“damn. you were really going to fuck him right here in front of us.” rafe said leaning down to my height, smirking. “it was a good fight you put up though. what else you got?” he teased, throwing the same words I said to him earlier back in my face.
i’m an idiot if I think I can do this alone.