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never. I left our date early, that’s it. He's been a miserable shit
since the day HE hit ME. It wasn’t even a date. It was an early
dinner."
"Stop worrying about it. He's such a dick. I
threw my beer at him. That’s why I'm hiding in here."
I laugh. Mona is crazy. "Did you hit him?"
"Yeah. In the chest. It spilled all over him. He
came up and swore at me and told me I should move out of the dorm
and not live with you anymore. I called him a cock and the bouncer
came up. He threw him out. I just don’t want to be thrown out for
throwing a bottle of beer."
I open the door, "He's gone?"
She nods, "Yeah. He got bounced. Asshat."
I look at myself in the mirror and try to ignore
my glowing eyes. "Total asshat. He's a douche canoe that one." I
act like I hate him but truth be told I am worried the bouncer hurt
him.
Shit is wrong with me.
We leave the bathroom and head back for the
dance floor. We dance and I end up making out with Jon some more.
He apologizes for not sticking up for me. I tell him I understand.
He would have been kicked from his house. He is a good kisser and
he smells delish. I can't help myself. We stumble down the stairs
at the end of the night, laughing and leaning on each other. I'm
not drunk. I'm high from the energy.
"Wanna go for breakfast?" He asks. I want him
for breakfast. I shake my head and lean in for a kiss. I may have
my first sober sex, ever.
We walk up College Street and head home. My feet
hurt a little. My black ballet flats are not made for hours of
dancing.
"So what's up with you and Wyatt?"
I shake my head, "No clue. We went on a date
once. He's acted like an asshole ever since."
He looks confused, "One date?" I nod.
He shrugs, "Weird. He acts like you guys were
serious. I saw you leave that morning in his clothes."
I shake my head, "I was sick. He let me sleep
over. Nothing happened. I didn’t want it to."
It's weird that then when I had him attacking me
I didn’t want him, but now he's mean to me and I want him more than
food or air. My intense attraction/love for him started the day he
hit me.
Shit is wrong with me.
"He's a dick. I'm probably going to get kicked
out of my house for this. But I don’t care." He laughs. He's very
drunk.
I grab his arm, "Wait, he's going to kick you
out for kissing me?"
He hiccups, "If he doesn’t beat me bloody. He's
a wicked fighter. I saw him kick the shit out of some guy a few
weeks ago. The guy was huge and older and he still didn’t stand a
chance against Wyatt."
I know about his anger. I've felt the sting of
it first hand. Oddly enough it wasn’t enough to make hate him, not
properly.
"Yeah, he's weird about you. Any guys even
mention you and he gets creepy. His eyes go all dark." He makes a
spooky face and then laughs.
I laugh too, but I am stunned.
We walk and talk and I lose my interest in him.
I decide to walk him to his place and make sure he gets home
safely.
Halfway across the huge sprawling greens I see
him. He's standing under a tree, leaning the way he always does.
Like our encounter is casual. Like he's waiting for me after school
and just wants to chat. My stomach starts to ache because I know it
isn’t casual. It never is.
"Jon you should probably walk that way." I point
toward their house. He looks up and shouts, "FUCK YOU WYATT! YOU
FUCKER!" His speech is still a bit slurred. "I'll protect you from
him." He walks out in front of me.
"No, just walk that way. I can take care of
myself." I can't but I can scream, maybe.
"No I got this." He shoos me away.
When we get closer I'm scared. Not just for me
but for Jon too. Wyatt looks savage in the shadow of the tree.
He points at me, "You have to stop this Rayne.
No more dating." He is angrier than I've ever seen him.
I have had enough. I shout at him, "SCREW YOU!
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! Go fuck
yourself or ONE of those whores you'RE ALWAYS with."
He takes one of his massive steps, "I am trying
to help you Jon. Run. Get
never. I left our date early, that’s it. He's been a miserable shit
since the day HE hit ME. It wasn’t even a date. It was an early
dinner."
"Stop worrying about it. He's such a dick. I
threw my beer at him. That’s why I'm hiding in here."
I laugh. Mona is crazy. "Did you hit him?"
"Yeah. In the chest. It spilled all over him. He
came up and swore at me and told me I should move out of the dorm
and not live with you anymore. I called him a cock and the bouncer
came up. He threw him out. I just don’t want to be thrown out for
throwing a bottle of beer."
I open the door, "He's gone?"
She nods, "Yeah. He got bounced. Asshat."
I look at myself in the mirror and try to ignore
my glowing eyes. "Total asshat. He's a douche canoe that one." I
act like I hate him but truth be told I am worried the bouncer hurt
him.
Shit is wrong with me.
We leave the bathroom and head back for the
dance floor. We dance and I end up making out with Jon some more.
He apologizes for not sticking up for me. I tell him I understand.
He would have been kicked from his house. He is a good kisser and
he smells delish. I can't help myself. We stumble down the stairs
at the end of the night, laughing and leaning on each other. I'm
not drunk. I'm high from the energy.
"Wanna go for breakfast?" He asks. I want him
for breakfast. I shake my head and lean in for a kiss. I may have
my first sober sex, ever.
We walk up College Street and head home. My feet
hurt a little. My black ballet flats are not made for hours of
dancing.
"So what's up with you and Wyatt?"
I shake my head, "No clue. We went on a date
once. He's acted like an asshole ever since."
He looks confused, "One date?" I nod.
He shrugs, "Weird. He acts like you guys were
serious. I saw you leave that morning in his clothes."
I shake my head, "I was sick. He let me sleep
over. Nothing happened. I didn’t want it to."
It's weird that then when I had him attacking me
I didn’t want him, but now he's mean to me and I want him more than
food or air. My intense attraction/love for him started the day he
hit me.
Shit is wrong with me.
"He's a dick. I'm probably going to get kicked
out of my house for this. But I don’t care." He laughs. He's very
drunk.
I grab his arm, "Wait, he's going to kick you
out for kissing me?"
He hiccups, "If he doesn’t beat me bloody. He's
a wicked fighter. I saw him kick the shit out of some guy a few
weeks ago. The guy was huge and older and he still didn’t stand a
chance against Wyatt."
I know about his anger. I've felt the sting of
it first hand. Oddly enough it wasn’t enough to make hate him, not
properly.
"Yeah, he's weird about you. Any guys even
mention you and he gets creepy. His eyes go all dark." He makes a
spooky face and then laughs.
I laugh too, but I am stunned.
We walk and talk and I lose my interest in him.
I decide to walk him to his place and make sure he gets home
safely.
Halfway across the huge sprawling greens I see
him. He's standing under a tree, leaning the way he always does.
Like our encounter is casual. Like he's waiting for me after school
and just wants to chat. My stomach starts to ache because I know it
isn’t casual. It never is.
"Jon you should probably walk that way." I point
toward their house. He looks up and shouts, "FUCK YOU WYATT! YOU
FUCKER!" His speech is still a bit slurred. "I'll protect you from
him." He walks out in front of me.
"No, just walk that way. I can take care of
myself." I can't but I can scream, maybe.
"No I got this." He shoos me away.
When we get closer I'm scared. Not just for me
but for Jon too. Wyatt looks savage in the shadow of the tree.
He points at me, "You have to stop this Rayne.
No more dating." He is angrier than I've ever seen him.
I have had enough. I shout at him, "SCREW YOU!
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! Go fuck
yourself or ONE of those whores you'RE ALWAYS with."
He takes one of his massive steps, "I am trying
to help you Jon. Run. Get
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