by Sara Daniell
She smiled. "Oh, then she must still have them. I'll just ask her." She glared at Selena as she walked off.
My hands started shaking a little. I loved Havock, but seeing one of the girls he had been with while I was gone was making me extremely angry. I was so angry that it felt like something was building inside of me.
"So, math class." Havock started walking.
"You have math. I don't. See ya’ later," I whispered. I looked at Havock. This day was going to suck. I could tell. I was going to have to deal with all the bitches here.
I kissed his cheek then walked off. I was almost to the art room when my arm was grabbed by someone. I looked up and saw Jackson, Janzy's boyfriend.
"Let go of me," I said softly. I had a lot of work to do, and I didn't have time for this shit.
All my classes were different now. I was to have private classes with all my teachers sometime during the day to test me and see if I was behind. So that made art first.
"You better tell your boyfriend he better watch his back."
I jerked my arm trying to get it out of his grip. "I was just about to say the same thing about your girlfriend."
"Janzy was drunk. Havock took advantage of that like he does all girls. You'd be smart to get tested for STD's. Your boyfriend has been around, Sweetheart."
He let go of my arm and walked off.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I then headed to art class.
~~~
It had been a long day and it was time for lunch. My head and ribs hurt and if one more person mentioned Havock to me, I was going to explode. I sat at the table next to Havock and stabbed at my food.
He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. He pulled away when he saw the fire in my eyes. "O-kay," he said as he leaned back in his chair.
"It's been a sucky day," I said coldly as I pushed my plate away.
"Can I do something to make it suck less?"
Selena sat down with Jude. "Someone looks unhappy," she teased.
Havock kept his eyes on me waiting for me to answer him.
"No," I said as I rubbed my temples.
"Do you plan on pouting all day?" he snapped. "Because I'm trying to make this as easy on you as I can. You said no matter what you wanted to be with me. So get the hell over it." He stood and kicked his chair under the table. He left the cafeteria.
Jude and Selena's eyes widened. "Alrighty then," Jude said as he shoved food in his mouth.
"I think he's right," Selena said shrugging her shoulders. Jude elbowed her. She laughed. "What?! She knew the type of guy Havock was even before she was stolen or whatever. She can't be mad."
"Oh hell no," I snapped and went after him. I caught up with him outside the cafeteria. "I'm not trying to pout I'm trying to deal with the fact that my boyfriend slept with at least ten different girls while I was gone. That's a lot to take in. Yes, I still want to be with you and, yes, I still love you but it’s difficult to take in. I'm trying!" I yelled.
"Ten?! How would you know that? I didn't tell you the number!" he shouted.
"That would be the number of girls that have come up to me and in great detail told me what you did with them." I ran my shaky hands through my hair.
He bit his lip.
"Don't look at me like that," I warned as I tried not to smile. I tried to hold onto my anger. I pointed at him and took a step backwards.
He started messing with his lip ring with his tongue and started pulling up his shirt seductively just to make me laugh.
"No," I said as I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "I don't want to laugh. I want to be angry."
He raised his shirt up more, revealing his low rise jeans and the V leading to…oh dear. He smiled and crooked his finger at me.
I swallowed hard. “I’m trying to be mad,” I said, my mouth going dry and my breathing picking up. Havock always did this to me.
“I know. And you need to be mad.”
He kissed me. "I'm sorry. I just want us to be us again."
"I know." I looked up at him. "I want that too." I put my head against his chest. "I love you, Havock, more than anything."
He kissed me again. "I love you, too."
"And I thought you wanted me yelling at you," I pointed out as I looked up at him.
"I did say that." He smiled. "You should go eat before class. I'm gonna stay out here and smoke before my next class."
“Or…” I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “We could do something else. You have kind of peeked my interest.”
“What? Color?” He laughed.
I moved my hands up his shirt and touched his bare stomach. “That...or something else.” I stood on my tip toes and kissed the side of his neck.
“Ooh, that.”
I laughed. “Yes, that.”
HAVOCK
I sat on the hood of my truck and smoked while I listened to music. A teacher walked over and took my cigarette as I went to put it to my lips.
He dropped it and stomped it with his foot. "You can't do that in the parking lot, Satterly. This is a no-smoke zone."
I exhaled the smoke I was holding in my lungs and turned up my music. The teacher walked off. The bell rang, and I hopped off the hood and walked into the building. I skipped my last class to smoke but Reese had to hurry to go meet with the counselor.
"Go to class, Loner." Jackson rolled his eyes and shifted his backpack.
“Awww, is Jackson upset about something?" I asked with an assholish grin.
Garrett stepped in front of him. "Havock, I don't know what the hell you're talking about but drop it."
I pushed Garrett to the side and continued to smile at Jackson. I moved closer so I could talk quieter. "What has you so upset? That Janzy kept coming to me because you weren't pleasing her?"
"HAVOCK!" Garrett yelled and teachers came into the hall before a fight could start.
I was sick of Jackson’s shit. His threats were getting annoying. If he wanted to do something, he just needed to do it.
My math teacher pointed towards the office.
I laughed and walked there. I passed Reese on the way and she gave me a death glare then Garrett came over to her and pushed her towards class. I didn't want her to hear that, but he needed to be put in his place even if I was the asshole who slept with his girlfriend. She was in the wrong too. And I couldn’t stand for someone to talk shit and not do anything.
I walked into the office and smiled at the secretary. "I should start bringing refreshments."
"What now?" She couldn't help but laugh.
I sat down and shrugged. "Somebody pissed me off. I handled it." I didn't do anything but say something to piss off Jackson. It wasn't worthy of being sent to the office over, though. The principal stuck his head out of his office to say something to the secretary. I waved. He closed his eyes and sighed as he motioned for me to come in. I walked in and sat down.
"This time it's really stupid." I explained to him what happened.
He held his head. I’m assuming to cradle a headache. "Just go to class." He shook his head and started dialing a number on his phone.
~~~
After class, I went to the bathroom before next period. Just as I was buttoning my jeans, five guys, including Jackson, tackled me to the ground. Well, this was unfair. Jackson pulled a syringe from his pocket. I cursed as the others held me down. He injected it into a vein in my forearm and sneered.
"Have a nice trip, Havock." They all laughed and hurried out of the bathroom.
I stood up and picked up the syringe they dropped on the way out. Oh shit! I had to somehow leave the school. I knew that bright colored pink liquid from dark days of my past. Meth. I cursed over and over as I ran out of the bathroom. The hall was full of people, but I continued to push my way through them. I felt my pulse speeding up. On a positive note, I knew how to handle myself on the drug. I used to shoot up all the time before school and no one ever knew I was on a thing. But I needed to leave. I couldn't get caught. There was no way a
nyone would believe that Jackson and his friends did it. I started to laugh and couldn't stop as I made my way down the hall. Jackson was actually really stupid for doing this. All it does is make me more aggressive and feel like I'm fucking superman. His ass was mine.
"Havock?" Reese asked as she saw me pass her. I turned and smiled. Too big. The effects of the drug hit me full force.
"Hey, Princess! My, my, you're sexy as hell," I spoke too loud, but I couldn't help it. I was the king of this fucking school. The bell rang. "Wow, that's loud as hell." I held my hands over my ears.
She looked at me oddly. "Are you okay?" she asked as she moved close.
Jackson. I needed to find him. I looked over my shoulder. I looked back down at Reese. "What? Did you say something?"
She cupped my face. "Are you okay?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me away or tried too.
I laughed and smacked her shoulder. "Of course I am. And yes I'd love to have sex with you. But damn don't be so pushy." I put my finger to her lips when she went to speak. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Calm down. I know you want me, but I have to find Jackson first." I rested my hand against the wall to try to stop the hall from spinning. It didn’t help.
"No, I think you need to come with me," she said her face was bright red. "You're not thinking right."
"My mind is 100% A-MAZing right now. Watch this." I walked out into the middle of the hall where a few students were lingering to watch. I did a back flip.
"Didn't know I could do that, did ya’? Your boyfriend is fucking awesome, Reese Johnson. Never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever forget that. Ever. Elvis has left the building!" I yelled. My hands shot up in the air as I walked towards class.
Reese caught up. "You are awesome, but please come with me," she begged as I kept walking.
I started laughing uncontrollably. What the hell did they put in that stuff?! I was reacting in a way I never had on meth. Or maybe the better question is how much they gave me. I tapped my chin as I thought. And for some reason I found it hilarious. I stopped and put both hands on Reese's cheeks. I squeezed them so it made her cheeks chubby. "I have to go to my last class and get smartical." I laughed some more. "That's funny. I already know all that shit. But I need to go. The fate of mankind is counting on me to be Mr. Smarty Pantssssssss."
"Yeah...you are high as a freakin’ kite right now," she said softly.
Wait. Not class. No time for smartness. Jackson. I needed to find Jackson.
"Baby, tell me what happened. Please."
"What'd you say?"
"Oh damn." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into a closest. "Okay focus," she stressed as she cupped my face. "What. Happened?"
I started running my hand up her shirt. "A closet? Kinky. I like it." She pushed my hands away.
"No. Focus."
"I am focusing." I pulled off my shirt and started on my jeans.
"Havock, you aren't focusing. We need to get you out of here," she said as she tried to stop my hands.
I stopped and pouted. "You don't want me?" I was high as shit and all I wanted was every inch of her body and her curves. My, my, my this girl was sexy. I needed her. Like, right this second.
"That's not the point," she said as she pointed at me. "The point is something is wrong with you."
I slipped my hands back up her shirt.
We heard my name come over the intercom.
"They need me." I walked out into the hall with no shirt and my pants unzipped. I didn't care. I was awesome. I felt awesome. And everyone needed to bask in my awesomeness.
I walked into the office. "You rang?" I jumped up on the secretary’s desk and sat there staring at her.
Her eyes were wide. "Wha-"
"I know. I was trying to have sex with my girlfriend and she turned me down. It hurt my feelings." I poked out my bottom lip.
The secretary stood up and knocked on the Principal's door. "HURRY!" she yelled.
Reese came hurrying in. "Put your damn shirt on!" She snapped as she tossed it to me.
“Now, Princess, you sure you want me to do that? You know you want my body.” I looked at the secretary. “She’s a kinky one. You might want to move. She’s liable to tackle me right here on your desk.”
Reese’s face turned bright red. “Havock!”
“Damn, I love it when you scream my name.”
The secretary face palmed.
Reese chewed on her lip and shook her head. Her face was even redder if that was possible.
The Principal came out. "I heard you were doing drugs in the bathroom. Some of the other students saw you."
"Damn tattle tails," I laughed. “I didn't do drugs willingly. Jackson and his friends jumped me."
"You think I'm going to believe that with your past?! I'm calling your mother. You can go sit in the nurse’s office so she can keep an eye on you."
"What do you mean you're not going to believe him?!" Reese asked in a snap.
"It’s okay, Princess. Of course, he doesn’t believe me. So, how long am I suspended for?" I asked as I took the secretaries container of paper clips and dumped them on her desk. I started linking them together really fast. I smiled at Reese. "I'm making my Princess a necklace. I just remembered I missed her birthday, and I didn’t get her anything. She deserves the besssst." Damn, I was trippin’.
"That's nice," Reese said absentmindedly as she smiled at me. She then looked at the principal. "There’s too much in his system. Even if you don't believe that he was jumped, believe that he wouldn't take that much!"
The principal laughed coldly. "You don't know him like I do. Now take him to the nurse. Please." He walked back into his office and shut the door.
“I’m taking your paper clips,” I said as I hovered over them in a protective manner. I probably looked something like Gollum on the Hobbit protecting the ring. Reese had to cover her mouth to hide a laugh.
"Take them. But you better get to the nurse’s office, Havock,” the secretary said as she started cleaning up the mess I made.
I hopped off her desk and scooped all the paper clips into my shirt that I still hadn't put on necklace. Garrett came in before we left the office.
"THEY ARE MINE!" I yelled at him.
"What are you talking about?" Garrett asked. He looked freaked out.
I held the shirt full of paper clips close to my chest. "My precious," I said in a growl. But, dammit, I was serious. The paper clips were mine. I smiled at Reese. “You’re pretty. And I missed your birthday. I bet you were a pretty birthday girl.”
Garrett looked at Reese. "Help get him out to my truck while I go get his backpack."
“But the nurse. They said-“
Garret shook his head. “They called mom and she told me to take your ass somewhere to sober up before dad sees you.”
I followed Reese out, guarding my paperclips. I felt an intense urge to finish her necklace. She needed it now. I stopped in the student parking lot and sat down in the gravel Indian style. I started looping the paperclips together again.
"Umm...Havock, Love, we need to get to Garrett's truck." She knelt down in front of me.
"Damn, girl, you are so hot." My eyes locked on her chest. I licked my lips then grinned mischievously at her. "I'd like to get you in the truck."
Her face flushed. "Havock, I'm getting you into the truck so Garrett and I can take you somewhere."
“Take me where?!”
“Somewhere. Where do you want to go?” she asked me calmly.
"Anywhere but home. A back road would be nice." I finished her necklace and put it over her head. I moved her hair and smiled.
She touched it with her hand and smiled. "Thank you. Now I know this is hard for you right now, but you need to focus." She raised an eyebrow at me. "And not on us having sex."
"You're no fun." I stood. I felt like I needed to run. I couldn't stand still. I was bouncing on my feet. "Where ya’ taking me?"
"Umm..." She looked at me and her eyes were taking in my bare chest. "Why don't you pu
t a shirt on then we'll discuss that."
I rocked back and forth on my heels. "Are you having trouble focusing, Princess?" I laughed and let my shirt fall from my hands.
She backed up till she was backed up against Garrett's truck. "Be good," she said as she pointed her finger at me. “Garrett will be out here soon.”
“I don’t want to be good.”
She swallowed hard and her breathing picked up. She licked her lips absentmindedly.
