When Art Rises: Living in Cin: (A Twisted Interracial High School Love Triangle)

by Lorrain Allen

  Fucking shit, I can’t get enough of her. I’m completely reckless when it comes to Cin. I waited until midnight to silently make my way upstairs to her bedroom. I was afraid her door would be locked, but the fact it wasn’t was like an open invitation. I watched her sleep for a few minutes before stripping out of my clothes. I didn’t know how she would react to my presence in her bedroom, but she didn’t fight me—instead she accepted me. Fuck, her pussy is therapeutic. I have no idea if she’s on birth control, and I never asked. I really need to ask her about that. There’s absolutely no way I want to bring a kid into my fucked-up life. I wouldn’t know how to be a good father. Common sense evaporated the moment my dick slid inside her pussy. Releasing my cum into her warm wetness transported me to paradise. I could fuck her every night and never get enough of her delectable body. But after being in her paradise, my mind took me to a dark place as I slumbered. My escape in Cin will always be temporary.

  She was already gone by the time I left for school. My eyes continuously wander to the entrance of the classroom door, waiting her arrival like some pussy-whipped bitch. Fuck it, Cin does have the best pussy I’ve ever had, so maybe I am addicted to it.

  My classmates saunter into the room with gloomy faces, dragging their feet, pissed off because it’s Monday morning again. Most of them are hung over as fuck. Finally, Cin enters the classroom with Trevor. I smirk when my eyes land on their entwined hands—aww, how sweet. If only he knew my dick was buried in her pussy for the last two days. Cin’s frantic eyes seek me out. She’s a nervous wreck. My smirk turns into a smile. I like to see her squirm. She doesn’t know what to expect from me. Will I tell Trevor or not? That’s the question running through her mind right now, even though I already told her I wouldn’t and I won’t—at least not for now. I openly watch her, even as they take their seats in their usual spots.

  “Stop staring at my fucking girlfriend,” Trevor demands.

  “I can’t. She looks good enough to eat.”

  “That’s it, motherfucker.” Trevor jumps up.

  Cin is right behind him, clutching his arm, trying to stop him. I left my chair to meet him halfway the moment he stood. I’m not going to let him get the jump on me. We’re in each other’s faces now.

  “It’s about time you get knocked down a few pegs,” Trevor says.

  “And you’re the one that’s going to do it? You better ask your friends about me. They know I fuck bitches up.”

  “Trevor, don’t.” Cin looks petrified.

  “Fight!” someone shouts.

  Mr. Beck walks into the classroom. “Trevor and Art, is there a problem? This is the second time I’ve found you two at each other’s throats.”

  “I’m merely admiring Cin here.” I nod my head towards her. “But I don’t think Trevor appreciates the compliment.”

  “Trevor?” Mr. Beck looks at him.

  “I’m good.”

  “Then all of you sit down. The next time I see you two like this, I’m going to call your parents and we can have a discussion in the principal’s office.” When Mr. Beck turns his back to walk to the front of the classroom, I blow Trevor a kiss just to dig my claws further into his skin. His body goes rigid. Man, he’s pissed.

  “Come on, Trevor.” Cin pulls him back to their desks.

  I wasn’t overexaggerating when I said she looks good enough to eat. I can’t wait to fuck her tonight.

  I’ve been tense all day, more so now since Trevor is walking me to the next class I have with Art. He insists on walking me to this particular class every day. I didn’t know what to expect from Art today, but he kept his mouth shut like he said he would. Bri sat with him at lunch and was all over him, to Lilah’s dismay. I wasn’t too pleased either. I wonder if Art feels the same way when he sees me with Trevor. I found myself thinking about what it would be like if Art were my boyfriend. Maybe I’m attracted to his damage. That’s the only way I can explain this madness. Could I really leave Trevor to be with him? Art is a wild card, unpredictable and dangerous. Trevor and I have a history, and he’s safe. I’m not ready to let him go, or the future we have planned together. I think Dex and Zeke have a newfound respect for Art since he didn’t rat them out. Of course, Josh, Robbie, Aiden, Danny, and Trevor still hate him. It would take an act of God for them to change how they feel about him.

  “Do you like the attention Art gives you?” Trevor asks.

  “Where did that question come from?”

  “You never have my back when it comes to him. We’re supposed to be a team.”

  “Trevor, we are a team. I don’t want you to get into trouble. Can’t you ignore him? Why is that so hard?”

  “You want me to be the bigger person?”

  “Yes. What’s wrong with that?”

  “It makes me look like a pathetic wimp. That’s what’s wrong. He stares at my girl like he wants to fuck her, but I’m supposed to pretend like I don’t see it.”

  “Staring isn’t a crime.”

  “Why do you sit beside him in trigonometry?”

  “I don’t. He sits beside me.”

  “Then move.”

  “I have, but he follows me.”

  “Tell the teacher he’s harassing you.”

  “I can deal with him.”

  “I don’t want you to deal with him!” Trevor yells, drawing a few gazes.

  “I don’t want to argue, so drop it.” I walk ahead of him.

  “I’m sorry for yelling.”

  “Go to class.”

  I fortify myself before walking through the door. I avoid eye contact with Art and sit at a desk in the middle of the classroom, as far away from him as possible. Just like I knew he would, Art moves from the desk in the back to sit at the empty one next to me.

  “You like when I chase you, don’t you?”

  “Why do you like to provoke Trevor?”

  “His reaction entertains me.”

  “This isn’t a joke,” I snap.

  “Turn to chapter three in your textbook. Complete the first two pages. Keep in mind there will be a quiz on Friday.” Mr. Hall sits behind his desk and starts typing away on his laptop.

  I take a pencil, paper, and textbook from my book bag to begin the assignment.

  “Your pussy is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. I want more,” Art whispers in my ear as he leans over the desk.

  His words make me instantly horny.

  “You have to stay away from me.” He makes me so damn weak.

  “Why didn’t you lock your bedroom door?”

  “What?”

  “If you wanted me to stay away, you would’ve locked your door. You knew damn well I was going to come to your bedroom, right where you wanted me.”

  Maybe he’s right. Maybe I left the door unlocked because subconsciously I wanted him to come.

  I never should’ve gone down this route with him. I’m going to spin out of control eventually.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, because tonight when the house is quiet, I’m going to creep up to your bedroom and ram my dick inside your tight pussy.”

  I think about the events over the last few weeks while I eat a bowl of cereal at the dining room table. Art has visited my bedroom for the last three nights, and like the slut I’m becoming, I’ve welcomed him with open arms. It’s almost like I’ve known him my whole life. Art left my bedroom on Sunday right after he came, but lately he stays with me until dawn. Not even the fear of being caught prompts me to deny him. During the night, I’m transported to a dreamland, but when the sun rises, I crash back to reality. I always fall asleep in his arms, but he remains awake. He avoids sleep like the plague in an attempt to elude his demons, but he’s only human, so eventually his body shuts down, seeking the rest it needs. He tosses and turns, his body drenched in sweat and his face wet with tears from his battle with his subconscious. The first night, he pushed me away when I tried to console him, but in his vulnerable state, he couldn’t fight
me off for long. I held him and after a while, he let down his guard, holding on to me like a lifeline.

  “Tell me about Cole.”

  Art’s head rests in my lap as my fingertips run along the beautiful tattoo of his brother. I was in awe of the image when I first laid eyes on it.

  He didn’t respond for so long, I thought he wouldn’t answer.

  “He was amazing.”

  I wipe the tears from his face.

  “What did he like to do?”

  He gives a small smile. “He loved books about cars. He begged me to read at bedtime mostly every night. He loved all the Marvel characters too.”

  “Who was his favorite?”

  “The Hulk. He called him the Green Giant. Green became his favorite color.”

  “Art?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I ask you something?” I know this question might set him off, but I’m compelled to ask it anyway.

  “It’s a free country.”

  “Have you ever been to Cole’s gravesite?”

  “Not since the day he was buried.”

  “You should visit.”

  “No.”

  “It could help you to—”

  “Do you not understand fucking English? I said no.” He leaves the bed, searching for his scattered clothes.

  “Where are you going?”

  “You don’t know when to shut the fuck up, Cin.”

  “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t go,” I say, standing.

  I grab his face to bring his lips to mine. He pushes me back onto the bed. We spoke no more of his brother that night.

  It’s been difficult to function at school due to lack of sleep. My family, friends, and most importantly, Trevor notices I haven’t been my usual self. We don’t have sex as much, so he’s starting to wonder if he did something wrong. I don’t recognize myself anymore. This isn’t me, but I’m not ready for what Art and I have to be over.

  “Morning,” Josh says in greeting, sitting in the chair opposite me. He drops his glass of milk and breakfast burrito on the table.

  I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear when the door opened.

  “Morning,” I reply, distracted.

  “What is up with you, Cin?”

  “Nothing. I’m fine.” I look down, pretending to be interested in my soggy cereal.

  “You’re not. You’ve been walking around with your head in the clouds all week.”

  “I said I’m fine.”

  “Sorry for trying to see what’s been bugging my almost stepsister,” he replies, defensively. “I’m tired of Trevor asking me about you.”

  I jerk my head up. “What did he say?”

  “He’s just trying to figure out what the hell he did to make you switch up all of a sudden. Since he’s been over here every night this week, I thought things were cool between you two.”

  “Huh?”

  “You know,” he whispers. “His nightly visits.”

  “Oh, right.”

  He gives me a “what the hell did you think I was talking about” look.

  “I’ve been meaning to rip into his ass about all the noise you guys make.” He takes a drink of his milk.

  “No!” I yell.

  My outburst causes him to choke on his milk, spilling most of it on his clothes.

  “Jesus. Now I have to change.”

  “Sorry,” I grumble. “There’s no need to talk to him about the noise. We’ll keep it down.”

  “Whatever.”

  Art bumps into him as he leaves the dining room.

  “Watch where the fuck you’re going,” he growls.

  Art’s response is to give him the finger.

  “Hi,” I say shyly.

  “Don’t play coy now. You’re a wildcat when I’m between your legs.”

  “Be quiet. Someone could hear you.” I glance towards the door expecting Josh to come barging in.

  My cell phone chimes.

  Trevor: I’m outside.

  Me: Coming.

  “I have to go.”

  Before I can make a move, Art stands behind my chair, yanking my ponytail back painfully.

  “Is that your boyfriend?”

  “Let go. That hurts,” I whimper.

  “You play house with your fucking boyfriend during the day, but remember who owns your pussy at night.”

  Art kisses me then… no, it’s a branding. His tongue licks every inch of my mouth before letting me go.

  “Now, go run along.” He grips my pussy. “You keep this warm and wet for me today.”

  It’s going to be a long ride to school.

  “Cin, I wish you would talk to me,” Trevor pleads from the driver’s seat of his Jeep.

  “Trevor—”

  “Please don’t lie to me. We’ve always been open with each other. If I did something wrong, tell me. I promise to fix it, babe. I want you to be happy.”

  God, he’s sweet, caring, and loving—so why do I crave Art like he’s my reason for existing?

  Tears run down my cheeks.

  “Don’t cry, babe.”

  “I’m sorry I haven’t been myself. I have a lot on my mind.”

  “Tell me.” He squeezes my knee.

  “It’s just graduating high school and attending college is a big step,” I say lamely.

  “That’s it? Don’t worry. I’ll be there with you.”

  “What happens if you don’t get accepted?”

  “If I don’t I’ll still be nearby.”

  “You’re right. I’m being stupid.”

  “It’s all good, babe. At first, I thought maybe Art had something to do with your mood change.”

  “Why would you think that?” I ask nonchalantly.

  “Your attitude has gradually shifted since he moved here.”

  “It has nothing to do with him.”

  Liar.

  “You sure?”

  “Of course.”

  I’m surprised I wasn’t struck by a bolt of lightning.

  “We usually fuck like rabbits, unable to keep our hands off each other.”

  “I know.”

  “I miss being inside you. Can I come over tonight?”

  “Not tonight. Friday, okay?”

  “Remember when we broke up?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I never want to go through that again. Not being with you isn’t an option for me. I love you, Cin.”

  “I love you too.”

  “What the fuck?” Anneli screams.

  I lean over, clutching my knees, attempting to catch my breath.

  “I’m trying my best!”

  I’ve spent the last half hour aiming to beat my winning time from last track season, but to no avail—in fact, it’s a lot worse. Our coach is tough. If I come to first practice in this shape, she’s going to be on my ass.

  “Your best isn’t good enough!”

  “Fuck you!

  “Fuck you too!”

  “Bitch.” I walk off the track field.

  “If you continue running like that, you won’t make it to Regionals or State this year,” she yells at my back.

  “I know.”

  “Don’t give me that bullshit you’ve been feeding to everybody else. I want to know what’s really going on, and I want to know right now,” she demands.

  I drop to my knees, my guilt and lack of sleep catching up with me. Anneli is at my side in a heartbeat.

  “I’m sorry for being hard on you. It’s my job to make sure you don’t give up, to push you to your limit and beyond. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be much of a friend. I know you’re better than this.”

  My uncontrollable sobs make it difficult to breathe.

  “I cheated on Trevor,” I say between deep breaths.

  “Why would you do that?”

  “Because I’m the bitch I just called you.”

  “End it, and don’t tell Trevor,” Anneli suggests.

  If only it were that simple.

  “I can’t.”


  “Yes, you can.”

  “It’s Art.”

  “Holy shit. You go and fuck the one guy your boyfriend hates. That’s the stupidest thing you could’ve ever done.”

  “I think I’m falling for him. He’s hurting so bad. I just want to help him,” I admit.

  “Listen to yourself. You barely know him, and you’re far from capable of helping him. Jesus, he tried to kill himself.”

  “It’s like we’re connected on a visceral level. I can’t help it. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop.”

  “This is not going to end well. Imagine what Trevor will do if he finds out.”

  Am I prepared for the repercussions that will surely come if I continue down this path?

  “Who do you see a future with? Art is just a thrill for you, something different and exciting, an infatuation that will pass. If you think he’s the type to want a steady girlfriend, you’re deluding yourself.”

  I can’t dispute what she’s saying. It’s the truth. Staying home tonight isn’t an option. I need time to collect my thoughts.

  “Can I spend the night at your house?”

  “Of course you can.”

  I can’t be in the same house with Art tonight.

  One day without being inside her, and I’m losing my fucking mind. What has this girl done to me? She came home after school yesterday, only to go back out within minutes. I swear if I had her cell phone number, I would’ve texted her to demand that she come home. There’s no way I could ask Josh for it—he would’ve told me to fuck off. More than a few times, I found myself almost heading upstairs to ask my uncle for her number. Each time I stopped myself. Now it’s Friday night, and she hasn’t come home yet. In class this morning, she pretended like I didn’t exist. Her eyes never strayed my way—not one damn time. Even Trevor ignored the snide remarks I tossed their way. I didn’t realize how much I craved her attention until she took it from me.

  Bri sat with me at lunch and talked nonstop the entire time. I declined the invitation to come over to her house later tonight. If I were smart, I would forget about Cin and just fuck Bri—maybe fuck her cousin too while I’m at it—but it’s Cin who calms my mind. I can’t forget the paradise I found with her in the middle of a raging storm. Bri told me about a small get-together she’s having on Saturday night. I accepted that invite, only because Cin will be there.