by S. R. Watson
It takes some creative thinking and the tools from Pic Monkey, but my masterpiece is finally complete after some manipulation of the graphics. I found a football pic of Thor, courtesy of Google. I was able to use the overlay tool and blend mode to add a nice big pink dildo to Thor’s hand. I caption the pic to say ‘Thor wields a dildo with the same finesse as he does a football. Which is his favorite?’ Peyton looks over my shoulder at the finished picture and cracks up.
“You two are going to give me a hernia. I haven’t laughed this hard in like . . . well ever.”
“Shut up Peyton. You’re going to get me caught. Go watch the printer over there because I’m going to print a shit load of these and post them everywhere.” I push her towards the printers.
“Oh fuck bail money babe. I’m going to need to come up with funeral expenses because Thor is going to murder you for sure.” She goes to stand by the printer and I set it to print twenty copies. I want to print more, but I don’t want to get caught. When the last one prints, I shut down the computer and Peyton meets me at the door with my copies.
“Are you ready to post these babies?” Peyton asks.
“You’re not posting them anywhere. You’re neutral. This is my fight,” I insist.
“Babe, I hate to break it to you, but I stepped outside of neutrality when you let me in on your plan. I’m now guilty by association.” She takes ten of the copies and hands me the other ten. “Besides, I know the really high traffic areas as well as the hangout spots of his football buddies.”
“I admit I like the sound of that,” I grin. Peyton winks at me and I know that she has my back.
“I didn’t like that he tried to make you feel like you gave your virginity to someone who has now moved on. That was a dick move. Wait until he finds out the truth. This is my payback too.” She looks around to make sure we’re alone in the hall. “I got us these,” she says as she hands me one of the stapler guns she stole from the lab. Yep. That’s my best friend.
“What would I do without you?” I joke.
“Nothing,” she beams. “Now let’s get moving before it starts getting dark, evil genius. Meet me back here outside the building after you post all of your signs.”
“Okay.” Peyton takes off in the opposite direction and I let out a small giggle. I can’t wait until Thor sees these. Oh, to be a fly on the wall when his friends taunt him over it. I may have to change my phone number, but nobody calls me anyway. The joke is on him. I finish posting my signs within thirty minutes and head back to our meet up spot. Peyton is already there waiting. She exchanges details on the places we put up the signs along with more laughter. Today has been humorous indeed—well aside from the annoying phone calls. Peyton has agreed to take me to get my number changed first thing in the morning.
Thor is ending his call with Giselle when we get home. She has been in touch with Peyton as well. Apparently she is going to need to stay at least a week longer than she originally thought. Her mother needs help getting her grandfather adjusted too, with therapy and all. I know he is waiting for me to comment on the phone calls I received today, but I won’t give him the satisfaction. I pretend that all is well.
“How did registration go today?” He inquires.
“Fine. I got into all four classes that I wanted,” I answer in the same pseudo nice voice he’s delivering. “Overall, a great day indeed.” He will understand that statement tomorrow when he gets to school for football practice.
“Glad to hear it,” he smirks. Peyton pulls me toward my bedroom.
“Go shower and change so we can have a girl’s night in my room. I’m trying to give you first dibs in there before I get in the tub.” I leave Thor standing there as I go to grab my nightclothes. It’s only six in the evening, but I plan on finishing the night in Peyton’s room with junk food and trash T.V. We need to enjoy these pointless nights while we still can. Once the semester starts, our fun times will seriously be reduced. I really want to visit the beach one more time too—maybe just Peyton and I soaking up the sun. I’m sure she would be down for it.
I’M RUDELY AWAKENED BY the covers being yanked from around my body. I squint a few times to get my eyes to focus on one pissed off Thor. It’s barely daylight out. I suddenly remember I’m only wearing a thin tank top, in which I’m braless, and panties. I try to cover myself, but he isn’t having it.
“What the fuck kind of game are you playing Nevaeh? Why are you fucking with my reputation?” He reaches down and pulls on my ankle until I’m at the foot of the bed facing him. “I haven’t even made it to practice yet and I’m getting calls from the guys over the damn posters you put up yesterday. Don’t even bother denying it.”
“I wasn’t,” I quip as I cross my arms over my breasts. “You stole and gave away my favorite dress. Not to mention, you put a profile of my ass on a dating website. You’re not innocent in this. You’re getting as good as you give,” I huff.
“It was all harmless. I gave your dress to a homeless person and I used a shot of your ass for the website with your first name and a made up user name. Nobody knows it’s you,” he defends. “You gave me diarrhea and made a joke out of my football pic that was one of my most memorable moments. You just turned things up a notch and I’m more than happy to go there with you.”
Okay, even I can admit this is getting a bit out of hand. “Get out Thor,” I warn.
“Make me sweetheart,” he smirks. I stand up and push against his chiseled chest with as much strength as I can muster and he barely budges. I try again, but he catches my hands in his. I struggle to free myself from his grip until we both fall back onto my bed. He is situated between my legs and he is sliding his hands up the sides of my tank. My traitorous nipples pebble at the contact. Thor looks down at my breasts and quirks an eyebrow. I can feel his cock harden between us. Even with his sweats providing a better barrier than my panties, I can still feel the enormity of it. Holy hell, he’s huge.
“So damn feisty. I’m going to enjoy teaching you a lesson and making you surrender.” He leans in closer until his lips are a breath away from my ear. “Your body already has,” he whispers.
“Already what?” I ask—determined not to show how hot he’s making me. I haven’t had a man hold me like this since being with him.
“Your body has already surrendered to me. From the hardness of your nipples to the wetness of your pussy right now, your body is begging me to take you.”
“If that is true, what is your hard cock telling me? Has your body surrendered to me?” His eyes narrow as he brings his lips within inches of mine.
“No sweetheart. My dick is hard for the win. I’ve already bent your body to my will. It responds to me in ways that are out of your control. No matter how bad you want to hate me, your body says otherwise. I’m going to fuck your mind and leave your body wanting. Poetic justice, really. Because you will never have this.”
He thrust his sweat pants-clad cock against me to emphasize his point and my breath hitches. Motherfucker.
“Get the fuck off me asshole. Save it for Giselle.” He backs off me and his dick protrudes from his sweats like a flagpole. I hate that my stupid body betrayed me. I’m sexually frustrated and he isn’t making things any easier. I was fine with my vibrator until I moved here. It was enough to get me by on those lonely nights, but I can’t find it anywhere. At first I thought it somehow didn’t make the trip, but now I think he may have something to do with it being missing. Gah. I hate him. He adjusts himself and heads out the door, but then stops in the doorway.
“Just know, there will be no holding back now. Let’s see who can be the most devious. You took it to the next level. Challenge accepted,” he winks.
When Peyton gets up, she takes me to get my cell number changed. I could have done it over the phone, but I didn’t want to deal with the crazy hold times only to be disconnected. That pisses me off. We stop at the closest Starbucks afterwards for a small bite to eat and a Chai Tea latte. I give her the cliff notes version of my encou
nter with Thor this morning.
“So you do know that you both still have feelings for each other right?” She studies my reaction from her dose of reality as she calls it.
“I don’t know what my feelings for him are. I hate the shit he is putting me through, but I’d be lying if I said I was completely over him. I need to be though. As far as his feelings, I think he hates me. He wants me to feel the pain I put him through.” I sip on my tea and think about the somberness of that statement.
“Can’t you see? He isn’t over you either. All of this started because he thinks you slept with his best friend. If he didn’t still have feelings for you, he wouldn’t give a shit. He wouldn’t be engaging in this juvenile behavior to get under your skin. His focus would be solely on Giselle and football. His real issue with you is that you are making him feel. I don’t know if it’s love, but whatever it is, it’s unresolved. This shit is coming to a head and I see it coming.” She sips on her on tea and I absorb everything she just said. It makes perfect sense. What if he is just as confused as I am? Only he has a girlfriend so that makes things even more complicated.
I can’t forget his hateful words though. Nothing can excuse that. I don’t know what he is going to do next to punish me for my poster prank, but this has to stop. I’m already exhausted. I can already tell there is no winning with him. He will just come back at me harder every time.
Maybe I can call a truce before his next strike. Doubtful, but I can try. It’s early afternoon by the time we get home. Once again Thor and his usual crew are sprawled out on the couch watching baseball on ESPN. I could kill Peyton when she walks in and goes and sits in the mist of them. I stand here looking awkward—not wanting to sit between Gavin and Thor.
“Hi guys,” I wave. I look over at Peyton and send her my subliminal tongue lashing. “I’ll be in my room,” I say excusing myself.
“Don’t be like that Nevaeh,” Gavin calls me out. “Join us. We won’t bite.”
“Yeah,” Thor agrees. “You give my man your virginity, but you can’t sit next to him. What is up with that?” I’m speechless. He went there. My mouth gapes open in surprise, but Gavin comes to my defense.
“What the fuck Thor? What are you talking about? We never had sex. Where are you getting this from?” It’s Thor’s turn to look surprised. He looks between Gavin and I in astonishment and shakes his head. “For real man, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you be a dick like this to a female. You’ve literally been dogging Nevaeh since that night at the beach,” Gavin continues. It’s more like since I arrived, but I stay quiet.
“Nevaeh, you said—,”
“I never said we slept together Thor. You assumed,” I say cutting him off.
“Yeah, but you didn’t correct me.” The question in his hazel eyes is apparent.
“I have to go,” he says before getting up and grabbing his keys from the counter. He leaves out of the front door without a backwards glance or utterance of an apology. I get up to go to my room, but Gavin grabs my arms.
“What’s going on between you and him Nevaeh? I sensed something was up from the beginning.”
“Let me go Gavin. There is nothing going on between us. Talk to your friend.” I snatch my arm away from him and run to my room. Peyton joins me maybe thirty minutes later. She tells me that the guys are suspicious of mine and Thor’s involvement.
“Your sexual tension and underlying feelings are as clear as day,” Peyton warns. “Thor’s disappearing act after he found out you didn’t sleep with Gavin didn’t help the situation. He is too concerned about who you’re seeing and what you’re doing to be just your roommate. You guys better settle your shit before Giselle gets back. She is going to see right through you both. You may want to talk to Thor about just coming clean with her.” I sit and internalize everything she is saying. I know that she is right. As night falls, she invites me to go with her to the sorority house to finalize some plans for an upcoming fundraiser, but I decline. I settle for a bowl of cereal for dinner and call it a night early.
I toss and turn as vivid images of my mother’s face come to me. I’m brought back to that day when I found her unresponsive in her bed. I had let some friends from the local community college talk me into going to a party over spring break. I remember my mom encouraging me to go—so worried that my youth was soaring past me. Under some hesitation, I go to the party, drink, and let myself have fun. That fun will cost me for a lifetime. I come home late that night and decide to check on my mom before heading to bed, only her body is cold. I shake her anyway, desperate to be wrong. I clench the St. Christopher necklace that she gave me to protect me. I scream for her to wake up. She wasn’t supposed to leave me like this—not while I was out partying. The tears pour out of me. Guilt and anger compete for the dominant emotion that has me literally paralyzed on my knees for leaving her to die alone. How can I ever forgive myself for not being there during her final hours? I scream out as the immeasurable pain wracks my body.
Warm arms wrap around my body as I begin to tremble. My eyes pop open and I realize that I’m reliving the nightmare that taunts me. Thor pulls me into his arms and tries to soothe me with soft ‘shhhh’ sounds. I haven’t had this recurring nightmare in a while, but it’s enough to send me spiraling out of control.
“I’m here Nevaeh. You were having a bad dream. I heard you screaming out. Was it about your mom?” I can’t deal with his mercurial behavior right now. Yet again, he has done a one eighty on me. I struggle against his hold until I break free. I need my St. Christopher necklace, now. I jump up out of bed and run to pull it from my top dresser drawer where I have it stored away for safekeeping. I can’t wear it every day because mentally I’m not ready for the daily reminder that my mom is never coming back. I slide my hand across the width the dresser drawer, but it’s not here. Holy shit. I bet Thor gave it away to the homeless person along with my dress. I slide down the dresser in a panic. My breath is coming out in pants now as anxiety overcomes me. More tears slide down the dried ones left on my cheeks. Thor jumps out of my bed and kneels beside me.
“You fucking took the one thing I can never replace. You win okay. You want me broken? Well here I am. Every fucking shattered piece of unworthiness, so you can take your vengeance and go.” I have no strength left to fight.
“What did I take? Please tell me what you’re looking for.” He looks almost as desolate as I feel. He is on his knees pleading with me to let him in. “Please let me help you Heaven.” Oh that fucking did it. No he isn’t using his old pet name for me right now.
“My St. Christopher necklace asshole. My mom gave it to me before she died so that I would always have a protector watching over me,” I say, choking on the sobs. He is up in a flash and running to his room. I knew he took it. Does this mean he still has it? I don’t have to wonder long. Thor reappears with my necklace in his hand.
“The dress is the only thing I gave away. I did take a handful of things from you just to drive you crazy with thinking I gave it all away. The rest I just hid in the back of my closet. I didn’t look at what I was taking and I’m so sorry.” He hands me the necklace and takes a cleansing breath before continuing. “I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I think I was more upset with myself than you anyway. I hate that you can still make me feel. I can’t identify it or put a label on it, but I know it’s not right to feel this way when I have a girlfriend. When I thought you had slept with Gavin, it took me back to that day when you fucking crushed my heart in the school parking lot. I hated you for still having the power to make me feel like that. I wanted you to hurt too, but instead of feeling better, I felt even more confused and angry. This guy is not me.”
I clutch the necklace tightly in my palm. I don’t know what to say to his admission. I’m speechless.
Thor lifts me up and carries me back over to the bed. He lays me down before sliding in behind me. I don’t have the will to fight him. I need the comfort he is offering. He pulls me into him and I allow myself to snuggle c
loser into his embrace. He wraps the blanket around us and it is not long before I am able to fall asleep.
The smell of fresh brewed coffee seeps into my room, calling out to me. I sit up and look around, but I’m alone. The spot next to me is cold so Thor has been gone for some time. I’m sure it wasn’t a dream or was it? No, the feel of his warm body pressed against mine, couldn’t have been a dream. I get out bed, grab my shower caddy and some clothes, and head to the bathroom to wash up. Today is definitely going to be a lazy. All I want to do is curl up on the sofa and watch Lifetime movies. After I finish up, I make my way to the kitchen—ready for some of that java goodness and girl talk with Peyton. Fuck my life. Thor is standing in the kitchen gathering ingredients to make breakfast, I assume. He is shirtless and his gym shorts are riding low on his hips. Those ‘fuck me’ lines are so pronounced and enticing, I must look away. Unfortunately, not before he catches me ogling him. He gives me a small smirk, but doesn’t comment.
“MORNING THOR,” I SAY timidly. Did we turn the corner last night? Will our unspoken truce hold up today? He turns his back and continues to chop ingredients for what looks like a chicken breast omelet.
“Are you hungry Heaven?”
“Whattttt?” I stutter. He has completely thrown me off with the pet name.
“I asked if you were hungry,” he clarifies.
“I heard that part. I’m taking about the Heaven part,” I chastise.
“Hmmm. Well let’s just say, I’m done fighting whatever this is. I like the name Heaven better,” he winks.
“Thor—”
“Landon,” he corrects. “I think we’re past the whole Thor bit.”
“How so?” I challenge. Landon drops the knife and is on me within seconds. He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist of their own accord. The flimsy baby doll dress I’m wearing hitches up and exposes my bare thighs. His lips find mine and I gasp at the unexpectedness of the moment. This allows his tongue to find an entrance and I don’t stop him. Our tongues dance as his hands palm my ass. He deepens the kiss and I can feel myself become wet against his cock. There is only the thin fabric of my underwear and his gym shorts separating me from his hardness. I grab a fist full of his hair as I grind myself against him. Shit, this is so wrong. His mouth leaves mine and he leans down toward my breast and licks my nipple through my dress.
