“Are you wet?”
“Stop it, Maverick.” I close my eyes. “Please, stop.”
“When you beg, I get turned on more.”
When the bell rings, I jump up and run from the class. I look back as I walk through the door to see Maverick sucking his finger.
At lunch, I’m still on edge from what happened in physics class today. I would be lying to myself if I said what he did to me didn’t feel amazing. I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never felt so overwhelmed just by a touch. I shouldn’t have enjoyed his hand on my clit. He’s a racist bully.
A touch from the fucking devil.
“Where’s Lucy?” I ask.
“She left her book bag in second period, so had to go back to get it,” says Jamal.
“Oh, here she comes now,” says Kate.
Lucy stops at the lunch line to get some food. When I turn my head, my eyes connect with Maverick’s from across the cafeteria. I quickly avert my gaze. Lucy is walking across the cafeteria. Victoria and her bitches are walking from the right. They’re going to cross paths, but Lucy doesn’t see it, because she’s looking straight ahead, walking towards our table. I get a bad feeling. Victoria can easily avoid bumping into Lucy, but I know she won’t. When Lucy steps directly in front of Victoria’s path, she pushes her hard. Lucy crashes to the floor, dropping her tray. All chatter in the cafeteria stops.
“Stay out of my way, bitch.”
I jump up from my chair, walking over to Lucy. Jamal and Kate follow. I help Lucy up. She’s so timid, her bottom lip is wobbling, and she’s on the verge of crying.
I turn to Victoria. “Try that with me, right now. I dare you.”
“Cocoa,” Jamal warns.
“You better listen to your faggot friend.”
Victoria and her bitches walk away.
“Thank you for standing up for me, but I don’t want you to give them a reason to go after you,” says Lucy.
“They’re already after me. Come on, I’ll walk with you to the line for more lunch.”
I’m almost positive that Lucy was targeted because of me. I know they saw me sitting and talking with Kate, Lucy, and Jamal yesterday.
Lucy asked me to go to the football field so that she can photograph players while they practice. I really wanted to say no, but I think she’s a little afraid to be here alone after what happened at lunch. So here I am, watching Maverick while he practices. The way he runs across the field in a burst of speed, the way his muscles ripple as he jumps in the air to catch the football, and the way his tight ass moves…
It’s always the assholes who look that good.
Maverick occasionally looks at me from where I sit on the bleachers, probably thinking of ways to make my life a living hell. My thoughts drift back to this morning in physics class, but that’s dangerous territory, so I shut the thought down. After Lucy takes all the pictures she wants, I head to my car to drive to work. Harry is as creepy as I thought he was going to be, way too touchy-feely. I thought I was going to have to talk to Mary about it if the behavior didn’t stop, but after his break last night, he didn’t come near me. I’m hoping that’s the way it stays.
I was a fucking beast at practice today, giving one-hundred-and-ten-percent. I saw Cocoa sitting in the bleachers and didn’t want her to see me as a fumbling ass during practice.I have to get her out of my system. Fucking her is inevitable, and once that happens, something tells me both our worlds will be fucked up. My body is still sore from the damn fight and my ribs are bruised. I’ll need to put an ice pack on them when I get home, but I like the pain, it keeps me from going to a dark place. I don’t want to remember the hotel visits with the prostitutes. I don’t want to remember the hell that my childhood was.
Maverick kept his hands to himself in physics class on Thursday. That probably had something to do with me crossing my legs in a death grip. A crowbar couldn’t have pried them apart. During lunch, I learned more about my new friends. Kate is a foster child, her parents died in a car crash when she was only eight years old. She has no other family members that she’s aware of. I can’t imagine losing both parents. The untimely death of my father nearly destroyed my mother and me. Lucy doesn’t know who her father is. Her mother works as a manager at the local grocery store, and Lucy works there, too, a few days a week after school. Jamal’s parents are both drug addicts, so he’s been living with his aunt, uncle, and little cousins for the past few years. I’m happy I made at least a few friends in this hell. I received the same snide remarks from Queen Bitch and her minions in P.E, but I was quick with my responses, which pissed them off.
After school, I plan an impromptu trip to the mall in Charleston to do a little shopping. I ask Jamal, Kate, and Lucy to go with me, but Lucy has work.
“You guys can ride with me. I’ll stop by the school to drop you guys off by your cars on the way back.”
I send my mom a quick text message, letting her know to expect me home late today. As I’m driving down the highway, Jamal, Kate, and I loudly sing“Time of Our Lives”Pitbull featuring Ne-Yo. It feels so good to let loose and have a great time with good people. Music helps me to release tension in my body.
First, I find a spa for a Brazilian wax – hopefully there’s an opening.
“You get a Brazilian wax?” asks Kate.
“Yes, I started getting Brazilian waxes my junior year.”
