I yanked his hand from my cheek and glared hard at him for reminding me that this asshole only wanted me to do his homework. I shoved him aside, so I could get to the door.
"Whoa, hey, don't be like that."
I had my hand on the doorknob, but he covered mine with his. He pulled it back against me and pressed my body back against his chest. His other hand reached out and locked the door, causing my heart to jump in panic. His face was in my hair and then my neck. I did my best to stay focused on being mad at him and getting the door unlocked.
"I've never seen a chick so hot with her clothes on." He pulled me tighter against him and proved he wasn't lying.
I reached for the lock with my other hand, but he spun me around and pinned me to the door. I flicked the lock, ready to flee the first moment he let me up. I just had to get in my right mind to do it.
"Push me away, push me off of you and I'll stop," he whispered, as his hands moved around my body, and his lips hit my neck.
"You don't want me."
"Yes, I do."
"Just for homework," I was able to squeeze out with a moan. "You never noticed me."
His hands made me lose my fire. "I want you for so much more than homework." His lips claimed mine, and any thought of being mad was thrown out the window. He moved us to the bed and was over me, tugging on my clothes. I did nothing to help him. I honestly didn't think I was ready to have sex again, and I knew it wouldn't be special to him. I would just be someone who got him off, like the rest of the whores at school, but the way he was grinding on me was heavenly. I couldn't stop my hands from grabbing his ass and ground him against my pussy over and over again.
He had worked my shirt open, and his lips were all over my bra-clad breasts. He must have been a panty removal expert, because his hands were under my skirt and in them one moment, and then they were gone. He was moving so fast, and it felt so damn good, but I wasn't ready to do this again, especially not with someone who wasn't my boyfriend.
His fingers were on me, in me, owning me, making me hate and love them all at the same time. He was so good with them, because he was so practiced. It was a double-edged sword, making me come, and making me want to stop him all at the same time. My body stiffened and arched up into him, his teeth clamped down on my nipple, and then I felt him press up against me. I saw him reach for his nightstand, and I started to panic. I had to find a way to tell him no. I wasn't ready for that.
"I said door open!" his mother shouted, slamming it open. She glared at Marky's ass and shook her head. "I knew you didn't do history." She spun on her heels and marched out.
He dropped his head to my shoulder and started laughing. "I've never had that happen before." He dropped down, nearly crushing me. "I'm sorry, baby, but my mom just killed it for me."
He rubbed his nose across my nipples, before he pulled my shirt shut.
"It's probably for the best." I kind of hoped he hadn't heard me.
He did, though, and he tipped my chin up, so we were looking eye to eye. He didn't say anything, just cocked an eyebrow at me.
"I've never..." I felt my cheeks heat up, "not out of a relationship."
"Why didn't you stop me before, baby? I was ready to slam into you, when my mom popped in."
My eyes darted to the hand that was playing in my hair. "You have very nice fingers."
He burst out laughing and dropped his hand back between my legs. "You like that?"
I moaned like the whore I wished I was. He kissed my cheek, neck, and then my breasts, all while he used those fingers. It didn't take long for me to lose it again. I had come twice now, and I started to feel guilty about not getting him off. He leaned down and kissed my lips. When he pulled back, my eyes focused on his cock that was once again hard. He grinned, as he put himself away. "Don't worry, I won't pressure you. Carlotta is meeting me in an hour. I'll have her take care of it."
For some reason, that made me smile and him chuckle.
The next day, when I walked past him in the hall, I felt a pinch on my ass. I looked back and saw him smile at me, before he turned back to his conversation. He wasn't trying to seduce me. It was more of his way of saying, "I see you." He had taken what I had said to heart about him never noticing me, and he let me know he knew I was there.
When I got to my biology class, asshat faker Robert was sitting in his seat waiting for me. I pulled out my books and ignored him.
"So, you know that Marcello guy?" he tried to make small talk.
I wasn't going to give him anything but shit. "Every girl on campus knows who Marcello and his big cock are, now step off."
I scooted away from him, and he scooted closer to me.
"You seemed a little more than just a goomah to him."
I wasn't sure what that term meant, but I guessed it was a whore of some kind.
I was surprised, when the kid behind him punched the back of his head. "He ain't married, fucker."
"Hey, I'm going to report you," Robert grouched like a pussy.
"For what?"
"That was assault."
I looked at the guy who had punched him, one of Marky's cronies. "What the hell is he talking about? I didn't see anyone lay a finger on him," I said smirking.
The guy nodded at me with a smile.
Robert scowled. "Now you listen here, you don't know what you're getting mixed up in."
I pulled my earbuds out of my bag and popped them in, making a show of ignoring him.
I knew he was up to something, so I had to keep a close eye on this guy, if I was going to keep Marky out of trouble. Luckily for me, I was a student aid for two of my periods, hence the constant trips to the office.
Two classes later, I walked into the office and saw Robert talking to the principal. When his eyes landed on me, he started pointing like a crazed man. I gave them a wide berth. The principal frowned and shook his head no. Robert stormed out, and Principal Stewart called me in. "Gabby, do you mind stepping into my office for a moment?"
I gave a worried glance to Robert's retreating form and skittered into the principal's office. "What's with that guy? First, he harasses me in biology, and then I thought he was going to attack me when I came in."
"Mr. Blake will not be attacking you," he tried to reassure me. "Can you tell me how he was harassing you in class?"
"He kept asking me about Marcello Valente. He’s my partner for my history project. That guy found out and was getting in my face, asking about him. I told him I didn't know anything, and I kept trying to move my chair away from him, but he kept moving closer. I asked him to back off, but he wouldn't leave me alone.
“Sir, I know we aren't allowed to listen to our music on campus, but I only live across the way. I listen to it while I wait for the school doors to open in the morning, so that's why I had my earbuds and used them in hopes of him getting a clue. I didn't want him to bother me anymore. I put in my earbuds and scooted away some more, and he finally seemed to get the message. If you have to confiscate my stuff, I understand," I moved to take it out of my bag.
"No, Gabby, it's fine. Mr. Blake just seems to be having a difficult time fitting in here. I'm going to have to have a talk with his parents. I won't stand for him harassing other students."
"Thank you. I don't know what I did to upset him."
"I'm sure it was nothing," Principal Stewart smiled.
I nodded, relieved. "Was there something you needed delivered?" I was the interoffice postman of sorts.
He glanced at a stack of envelopes on the corner of his desk warily and then handed them to me. "Could you please deliver these to Mrs. Caster's room?"
I picked them up and wondered why he seemed so upset about them. "Of course," I answered him.
I grabbed the stack, and as soon as I was out the door, I took a closer look at the envelopes. I didn't recognize the first two names, but I did the third. It was for the parents of Marcello Valente.
It was then the course of my life truly changed.
Chapter 3 –
Revolving Door
I knew there was something wrong with those letters, once I saw Marky's name on one, and the other two were sporting Italian-sounding names as well. I took the letters to my locker and decided to find Marky.
I walked down the hall and tried to remember what class he was in. I was in luck, when I saw him tumble out of the janitor's closet. I knew it was messed up, but it made me laugh. He heard me and gave me his usual smirk in return. He turned to the girl, giving her a leveling stare. "You're late for class," he dismissed her.
"Just who I was looking for," I walked up to him.
The sneaky bastard gave my ass another pinch. "You were looking for me? You want a turn with my fingers? I should probably disinfect them first after that." He actually looked a little disgusted.
"How can you get off, when you're so grossed out?"
"I have a dick, and it likes to go off," he shrugged, and I wasn't able to hide my amused snicker. "Now, what do you need, baby?"
"I don't need anything. I have something I was supposed to deliver to your homeroom teacher, but I don't quite think it's safe."
"Not safe?"
"No, it came from the principal's office, after that douche, Robert, was in there. I don't like the looks of it, Marky. I always trust my gut, and my gut is telling me the letters are trouble."
"Show them to me," he looked to my bag.
"I left them in my locker. I didn't want them around us when we talked about them. I don't know if a bug can fit in an envelope, or if they were just trying to get your prints or what, but there's something wrong with them. I just know it." I could feel myself getting worked up.
He put his hand on my shoulder and ducked his head, so he could look me in the eyes. "Hey, don't worry. I know how to handle this. I'm going to make a call, and we're going to go get those letters. I'll have someone who’s trained to look at this stuff pick them up, alright?"
I didn't realize I was close to tears until I sniffled. It was silly, really, but he was my only sort-of friend, since the rest of the geeks had taken Chris's side in things. The guys were all asses, and the geek girls would never turn their backs on potential dates.
Marcello wrapped his arm around me and kissed my head. "We deal with this stuff all the time, baby. There’s really nothing to worry about." He pulled out his phone, while he led me to my locker. He made a zipping motion, letting me know I should keep quiet around the letters.
Once I had them, he walked me to the school doors and nodded to a big black SUV. I thought it was the Feds at first, but the guy who stepped out was definitely not a Fed. I took a deep breath, steeled my resolve, and let Marky know with a look that I had his back.
When I stepped out of the building, I looked left and right to make sure it was all clear, and then I scurried over to the guy. He gave me a surprisingly friendly smile and took the letters from me. I turned on my heels and ran back toward the school. The doors opened just as I hit the steps, and Marky caught me in his arms. I hadn't even realized I had begun crying, until he started to comfort me.
"Hey, I've got you." He surprised me by picking me up and carrying me down the hall. He slipped in the back door of the library and took me to what was known as the make-out corner. He actually kicked a couple out of it and sat down on the ground with me. "Why the tears?"
I put my face in his neck and tried to calm myself down, as he rubbed my back. "PMS?" I offered.
"Really?" he leaned back to see if I was lying.
I giggled and shook my head no. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to you."
He petted my hair and kissed my forehead. "Don't you worry about me. I can take care of myself."
"Maybe in a fight, but I don't like that jerk being at my school, messing with my friend."
He squeezed me a little tighter. "I don't know if it's a good idea for you to be my friend."
"I get to choose who my friends are, and what better friend than another Italian? You know your parents love me."
"Christ, don't get me started on them. My mom was disappointed that we weren’t actually doing schoolwork, but she adores you, because you’re a good Italian Catholic girl. My father's pushing for an heir, though."
"Your dad wants an heir?"
"Yeah, he wants me to tap that and not wrap that," he pinched my ass.
My eyes widened. "Are you fucking serious?"
"Look at you, dropping the f-bomb."
"I'm not having your babies."
"Why not?" he feigned hurt.
"You talked about disinfecting your fingers a few minutes ago. Do I really have to give you another reason?"
"Fair enough," he pulled me back against him. "Thanks for looking out for me."
"I know you'd do the same. Luckily for you, I don't have the Feds on my ass. I think I'm getting the raw end of the deal here," I teased.
He frowned in response. "We do have your back. My family's very grateful you're looking out for me."
"Like I said, that's what friends do."
"Now I feel like a fucker for not helping with the history project."
"Really, can you even read?"
He scowled at me. "I read, and I'll prove it to you when we go to my house after school."
"I'm not changing my mind about having your babies."
"Get on, you," he helped me off the ground. "Meet me at my car, and don't be late. I catch shit if I don't stay on Vanessa's tail."
"I know." I jumped up and kissed his cheek, before he gave my ass one last pinch.
I was at his car just before the last bell rang. His sister was parked next to him, and she gave me a smile. I was surprised she even acknowledged me. She might not have been in our class, but she definitely wielded the Valente name, with just as much power as Marky did.
Marky jogged up and kissed his sister's cheek, and then he pinched my ass, as he opened the door for me. I wondered if he had an obsession with asses or something. He obviously was an ass man, judging by the way he constantly went after mine.
When we walked in the door, he shouted to his mother, "I have Gabriella with me, and I brought my history book home this time!"
She stepped into the foyer and pointed a wooden spoon at him, "Door open." I nodded in agreement, and he went about teasing his mother again.
"You're going to make her hate me," I griped.
"Not possible," he said, but didn't elaborate.
I took my seat over at his empty desk and pulled out our history project. I had actually gotten pretty far on it. "You mind if I step out and disinfect myself?" he wiggled his fingers at me, and I giggled.
"Go on, and I suggest you don't touch yourself until you clean up. That's most likely contagious," I pointed to his hand, and he held it out in front of him like it was the plague. He had no idea how close to the plague it really was.
I was deep into our project, when I saw something get set down next to me on the desk. I nearly leapt out of my skin. "Sorry," his mother gave me a soft smile. "So, the history project is real. I thought he was making it up to get you into his room and, well..."
I shook my head. "No, that was a bit of a fluke. No offense, but when in my right mind, I wouldn't do that with your son…not that he isn't a nice boy, but he happens to be a very nice boy to the majority of the female population at our school. I'm not…you know...I don't..." My face turned redder by the minute. She didn't respond to anything I had said, and I wondered if she thought I was lying. "I'm really not like that. He caught me off guard, and I just…" I trailed off, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
She chuckled. "Oh, I know what you mean, those Valente men can catch you off guard," was all she said, before she left the room cackling.
I dropped my head on the desk and tried to settle down.
I heard grunting and looked up to see Marky's dad do a couple of hip thrusts as he looked past me. Behind me was his son in nothing but a towel. Then his dad closed the door on us again.
"Sorry about that."
"I guess you were
n't joking about him wanting an heir."
He let out a dark chuckle and shook his head. "Unfortunately, I wasn't."
He dropped his towel, and I covered my eyes. "Holy Mother of God, what are you doing?"
"Getting dressed."
"Well, you get dressed over there with that baby making stick!"
I saw his bare feet come into view. "Sorry, baby, but my dresser is over here."
I heard the door open, but still refused to move my hands to see who it was. "Christ, Marky, no wonder she's a hot mess. Put on some damn clothes!" It was his mother. I hoped she believed me, when I said I wasn't one of her son's whores. She grabbed my arm, careful not to pull my hands away from my face, until I heard the door close behind us.
"Sorry, I didn't know he was going to come out like that, and Mr. Valente shut the door again." I didn't want her to think I had disobeyed her rule.
She glared over my shoulder.
"What? She's a nice girl," I heard his father defend.
"Yeah, she is a nice girl, and she deserves to be treated as such, without you pushing your horny son on her!"
"What, I'm not your son?" Marcello teased his mother, coming out of his room finally dressed.
"That is him," she pointed at his crotch, nodding toward his father. "Your eyes, they came from me. I'll claim them, but the pants, that's all your father."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," his father complained.
"Don't get me started!" she snapped at him, and his father smirked.
His parents were fighting, but it was nothing like when my parents fought. They almost seemed to enjoy it. I stood there and watched them banter back and forth for a while, until his father snatched up his mother in a steamy kiss.
Marky put his arm around me. "That's our cue to leave. You don't want to see what comes next."
When we got to his room, he shut the door.
"The door is supposed to be open," I said, taking a seat at the desk.
"Trust me, baby, with those two going at it, you want it closed." I wasn't sure if I was ready to be with him behind a closed door again, and I think he knew that. He had a way of making me uncomfortable in the most wonderful way.
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