You're To Blame 2: A High School Bully Romance (Haven Saints High)

by Brooke Jordan

  “He’s beautiful,” Clarita moaned.

  I faced her and walked backwards until Tate’s hand snaked around my tummy. He sucked on the side of my neck. My core heated to a thousand degrees.

  “Clarita, I’ve answered all of your questions.”

  “But you didn’t say...”

  Tate halted his movements and rested his chin on my shoulder.

  “Clarita, what did you ask, Chelse?”

  Her knees clamped together, and she spun a finger in her black ponytail. She stared at Tate. Who she obviously had a crush on.

  This had to be the first time he’d ever spoken to her.

  “Um, never mind.”

  Tate stood to his full height. “See you around, Clarita.”

  We left her standing there.

  “She only asked too many questions about your brother.”

  He massaged my neck with one hand. “We need to meet Jack and Jill and create a story that’s acceptable. And stick to it.”

  I laughed. “Your brother and Marisa are more like dark Jack and Jill.”

  A deep chuckle released from his throat. “So true.”

  “Tate, I love your hair.” A long-legged chick strolled up to him as if I wasn’t in his grasp. Literally.

  We halted.

  “Not sure what’s your deal. Don’t disrespect my woman,” he growled.

  She tapped her cell screen and turned it toward Tate.

  “I bet you taste amazing.” His lips caressed her stomach in the video. “Sorry sweetheart, I have to leave. My girlfriend will flip if I don’t see her today.”

  He stood. “Rain check?”

  “Absolutely.” She tapped the screen again, pausing the video. “So I’m ready to hook up.”

  Tears threatened the backs of my eyes. I knew that wasn’t Tate. But it still hurt. Mason’s mission was to destroy me and Tate. I knew he was lurking in the shadows loving every minute of this spectacle.

  “That ship has sailed. I don’t want to see your face again.”

  Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

  Tate’s thumb stroked my neck as we continued on. I peeked over my shoulder. She stood in the middle of the hallway broken.

  “He’s making it impossible, Tate. I think he bugged your house and I know he placed a camera in my theater room.”

  I swallowed hard. “And possibly the lake house. He’s probably watched us have sex.”

  We halted outside my class. The bell rang, and the halls became desolate. His eyes darted to my hand on my arm. I didn’t realize I was clawing at my skin.

  “Shit.” His eyes softened. He grabbed my arm, pulling it between us. Tate peeled back my sleeve and his lips melted against my cuts. My body tingled all over.

  “Baby, I apologize for this shit.”

  Tears burst forth, streaming down my cheeks. Mason knew what he’d done. Not sure he realized how strong our bond was. He swept his lips along my cuts, holding my gaze. His soft touch set every nerve ending on fire.

  “What do you want to do? Stay or go?” His voice was groggy.

  I swiped at the tears. “Stay.”

  He nodded and pulled me into his arms. “He’ll pay for this somehow.”

  “See you at lunch, Tate.” I didn’t meet his gaze before entering my class. How could I? I was aware it wasn’t Tate’s fault. Yet the image of my boyfriend kissing another girl made my heart ice cold.

  “Fuck,” Tate roared, followed by a loud bang against the lockers. I almost jumped out of my skin.

  Wide-eyed stares moved with me to my seat.

  “I’ll let you off with a warning, Ms. Culver. Next time it's detention.”

  “Understood, Ms. Hanson.” I plopped in my seat and retrieved my notebook and fluffy pen from my backpack.

  “Is everything all right?” she whispered with a snarky bite.

  Just the bitch I didn’t want to hear from right now. Dark Jill. I dug my nails deep into my palms hoping to break the skin. Chelsea you’re stronger now. Don’t let them break you.

  “What’s the matter, Chelsea? Your boyfriend’s a bit of a whore.” She dragged out the last word in a snarky tone.

  It was a statement not a question. How did I think for one minute they’d be civil upon returning to the states? My boyfriend and I had fought them.

  I sat straight up asserting all the confidence I could muster. Tate made Mason look deplorable in their parents’ eyes.

  Dinging and buzzing echoed throughout the room.

  Ms. Hanson’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare peek at one cell phone screen.”

  “You don’t have to wave your hand so hard, Marisa. I see you. What’s your question?”

  “Today will we discuss the statistics of teen pregnancy in America?”

  Ms. Hanson smiled. “Someone has read her text book.”

  “More like lived it,” I stated under my breath curtly.

  Oh’s and Ah’s fell around the room. It was an inside joke for now. I’d out that bitch for sure soon.

  Ms. Hanson turned, writing stats on the board.

  Students couldn’t wait to gawk at their cell screens. They whispered and pointed at me.

  A gentle hand clasped my shoulder as she slid her cell into my line of sight. “You, poor girl,” Marisa’s crony Catherine whined to my right.

  There were several videos of Tate making out with girls on social media.

  My head snapped to the right. “Fuck you and your fake sympathy. I might not be able to beat dark Jill’s ass.” I glanced at Marisa. “But I can definitely beat yours,” I snarled.

  I gripped the wooden chair as I glared into Marisa’s eyes. “It may appear my man is cheating.” I tapped my chin. “But who’s man really was?”

  Her porcelain face reddened and with a blink of an eye she had a death grip on my hair.

  “I loathe you.” Her sinister eyes glassed over.

  A deep dark chuckle released from my throat. I reached over and pinched her nipple. She screeched, releasing my hair at the same time.

  “What is going on here?” Ms. Hanson stalked over, yanking me out of my chair by my arm. “To the principal’s office immediately.”

  I snatched up my belongings. “Go to hell. All of you,” I shouted, storming out of the class.

  Laughter erupted to my left. “This is the perfect first day of school at Haven Saints High.”

  I ran at top speed, then pounded my fists into his broad chest.

  “This is so cute. Love taps.”

  “Mason, you sick son of a bitch.” I staggered back, pointing my finger.

  “I hate you,” I roared from the depths of my belly.

  My legs gave out, and I was on my knees before I knew it. “All because I chose your brother. The sane twin. The one who would have rotted in a dungeon for doing the right thing for me.”

  Tears clouded my view. “You wish I would have given myself to you. Now you’re trying to push me over the edge. I know you watched me and Tate. So you know about my problem with razors. You want me to unravel and slit my wrists again.” I scratched at my arms.

  Finding strength deep down I rose. “Guess again.” I trekked toward him.

  “I will not allow you to take...my...power,” I growled through gritted teeth.

  Arms wrapped around me from behind. “Doll, let’s get you out of here.” I fell back into him, clawing at his chest.

  “Matt, I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”

  He scooped me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing into the crease of his neck. His heartbeat pounded against me.

  “It will be ok.” His deep vocals vibrated through my body. Matt burst through the school doors. He opened a vehicle door and laid me across the plush leather seat. Mentally I shut down. I didn’t remember the car pulling away from the curb. Lights out.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Slowly my eyes opened. My favorite woodsy scent crept up my nostrils. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach. “Where am I?”
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br />   His teeth clenched my earlobe. A direct signal shot to my clit. “Oh.”

  I circled my ass against his hard cock.

  His fingers slipped inside my panties, rounding my clit. My pussy pulsated against his fingers.

  “Oh, shit.”

  “That’s right, baby. I want you to come.” His tongue trailed along my neck. “Come, so hard in my mouth.”

  He laid me flush against the bed. He lifted the T-shirt, he obviously dressed me in. Problem was whenever I wore one of his T-shirts, he was only tempted to peel it off of my body again. He sucked my nipple into his mouth as his thumb circled my nub.

  “You’re so wet.”

  As crazy as it was, I couldn’t look into his face. Not at that moment. I could barely stand his voice. But I needed him. I needed my boyfriend. The man who wouldn’t betray me. The man I rescued from the bowels of hell.

  He slid my panties down my legs and tossed them aside. Spreading my legs, he whispered something to himself. Then his lips sank into my pussy.

  My eyelids slammed shut and a pleasurable moan escaped my lips.

  “I can’t ever let you go.”

  My legs shut around his head and my eyes popped open. I tugged and massaged his scalp desperate to feel his smooth skin under my touch.

  He pounded his fist against the bed. “Fuck! Look what’s become of us.”

  He grabbed my hand and his lips melted against my palm. His empty deep blue eyes stared into mine.

  “Tate.” I cried.

  “Yes, baby it’s me.” He turned away hiding his sadness. Tate wasted no time sucking my clit into his mouth. My back arched off the bed as my fingers tangled in his curly hair. The orgasm heightened the faster he flicked his tongue. Shivers shot through my body. He didn’t let up. He constantly attacked my clit with his tongue. Waves of euphoric eruptions swept over my skin. Tate massaged my hips, and the tingles subsided.

  “I love you so much.”

  “Chelsea, I love you too.”

  I took in his new bedroom and exhaled. We were alone. No one watching us. It was just me and the man I loved.

  “Chelsea, I’ll do whatever I can to keep us together.”

  “You can’t. Come here.”

  His head snapped up. “What?” Confusion flashed in his eyes.

  My toes shoved his shorts down his ass and legs. “Make love to me.”

  He kicked off his shorts. Gripping my thigh, Tate slid inside my warmth.

  His glistening face came into view as he hovered over me. I crushed his lips.

  “Chelsea, we’ll leave Haven River.”

  I clenched his ass pushing him deeper inside me.

  “Shush, don’t stop.”

  Tate flipped me over on all fours. He pulled my ass toward him and slipped inside me again.

  “I am not giving you up.” He fisted my hair and pounded into me. Tate bit down on my neck.

  “You want me to walk away from you. Fuck, no,” he growled.

  I slammed back against him, meeting his rhythm. Tate clutched my breasts. Our lips tangled hungerly. He circled inside me and I fell apart in his arms. Another orgasm tore through me breaking me into pieces. Tate stilled and exploded inside me.

  “You’re mine,” he roared. Chest heaving, he held my body flush against him. He fell on the bed and pulled me onto his chest.

  “Chelsea, we’ll figure it out.”

  “Tate, we have to pretend to break up.”

  He peeked at me under his wrinkled brows. “Go on.”

  “At school we won’t be a couple.”

  “Ok.” His eyes narrowed.

  “But we can’t really be a couple away from school either. Yet we’ll still be a couple.”

  He shook his head.

  “Tate, we know we aren’t breaking up even if we do have to see other people.”

  “Fuck, that,” he spat.

  “I’m not letting you date another guy.”

  “Tate, you don’t have a choice. If we break up at least it will allow all this shit to blow over.”

  “There’s no way I’m kissing another chick and you are not kissing another guy.”

  “But I already have. What if Lake pretends to be my boyfriend?”

  “No,” he scowled.

  “Or I can link up with some other guy who wouldn’t know we were in a fake relationship and would expect more.”

  Tate squeezed his eyes with two fingers. “Fine fake relationship it is. Because I doubt you want me going to jail for beating the shit out of some guy for kissing my woman.”

  I pressed my lips against his chest. “No, I don’t.”

  “You will date other females.”

  “Nope, I’m not doing that.”

  “Tate, invite them to sit at your lunch table and to your games.”

  He caressed my face. “I need you at my games.”

  “I’ll be there cheering you and Lake on.” My lips crushed his.

  “That works. And how will I see you?”

  “We’ll need a new place to meet.”

  “My grandparents have properties all over the city. I will tell my granddad what’s up with Mason and me.”

  “Has he seen him?”

  “Yeah, he went to visit him at my parents. He understood I didn’t want him here. But if we fake break up, Mason will definitely start popping up to see if you are here.”

  “And planting cameras.”

  “There have been only three places we’ve been really alone together. The hotel in London, the hotel on New Year’s, and here.”

  He cupped my face. “I promise I will find another place for us to be alone together. Even if I have to tap into my trust fund from the Hughes, because I’m sure my Forrester trust fund is null and void. I will not allow them to take you from me.”

  Tears escaped my eyes. “I hate that we can’t be happy. All because of your evil twin and his twisted woman. What kind of girl is ok with her man sleeping with other women to seek revenge? That’s just weird.”

  “They’re both nuts.”

  “Tate, I’m starving.”

  “I’ll be right back.” He climbed into his shorts and darted out of the room.

  How long had I been here? I grabbed my cell off the nightstand. My dad called twice, and I had several texts from my friends. I gripped my hair. Shit. My meltdown was all over social media.

  I swallowed hard, then called my dad.

  “Where the hell are you, Chelsea?”

  “With Tate.”

  “How could you get in another fight with Marisa?”

  “But I didn’t...”

  “You’re the one who’s expelled. Get home now.”

  “Yes, Dad.” I ended the call.

  Tate placed two plates on the desk across the room. I turned and screamed into the pillow. The bed dipped.

  “What happened?” His hand swayed my back.

  I peeked up at him. “I’ve been expelled. That bitch pulled my hair, all I did was twist her nipple, so she’d release my hair.”

  Tate chuckled.

  “What else could I do? She is after all carrying a baby.”

  “Come on and eat.”

  “My dad ordered me home.”

  Tate sat me on his lap and placed a potato chip in my mouth. “I wish we didn’t have to leave. But I probably should pick up Lake your new boyfriend.”

  I threw my head back in laughter.

  “I’ll take you home after I make love to you a second and a third time.” Tate pecked my lips.

  “Not sure when we’ll be together again.” He dropped his forehead against mine.

  I caressed his face. “You know we have to break up tonight?”

  “Yeah,” he sighed.

  ∞

  I laid on the sofa staring at my father’s lips. They moved a hundred miles a minute. He gestured several times to the house across the street. Not sure why. Mom, already called on her break between surgeries tearing me a new asshole. I think it was obvious I’d never been kicked out of sch
ool before.

  “God, Dad. What was I supposed to do not defend myself? Then I exited the classroom and who was waiting for me? Mason.” I sat on the edge of the sofa.

  “He’s evil. He wants me to be a broken shell. It won’t happen.”

  Dad slipped his fingers through his blond hair and sat beside me. “I am proud of you for sticking up for yourself. Do you want to complete the semester in Texas?”

  My eyes widened. “No.” Tate would surely lose it if I moved out of state without him. The plan was for us to move together.

  The doorbell chimed.

  My heart plummeted to my feet. “I’ll get it.”

  Tate and I were settling into our lives again and now we had to break up. I felt sick to my stomach. Grabbing the door knob, I swung the door open. “Come in, Tate.”

  “What was so urgent that I had to rush right over?”

  He closed the door behind him and stalked toward me.

  “Tate, we’re over.”

  He chuckled. “No, we’re not. We were just together earlier. What happened?”

  “All those pictures of you hooking up with other girls. We haven’t even been home a month, Tate.” I cried.

  “What the hell,” dad roared from behind.

  He darted past me. “Get out, Tate.”

  “Sir, I did nothing wrong.” He widened his arms.

  “I haven’t been with another girl.”

  “Tate, there’s proof. Just go. I never want to see you again.” My fists slammed into his broad chest.

  He caressed my arm. “Can we talk?”

  I backed away toward the living room.

  “There’s nothing to talk about.” I motioned with my hands behind dad’s back. What was Tate doing? He needed to be a little more convincing.

  “Tate, I trusted you with my daughter. I just knew you would never hurt her. How could you break her heart?”

  “Dad, this is between me and Tate. I have it handled. He’s leaving.”

  “You know what? Good riddance. You’re high maintenance.” He rolled his eyes.

  I wanted to laugh. Now he was just being lazy with our break up theatrics.

  “Don’t worry, Mr. Culver, you’ll never see me again.”