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It was Monday morning already, and there wasn't anything I did over the weekend that stood out. Daryl stayed for the majority of the day on Saturday, he brought the two bikes over from his house, claiming it'd be easier in that regard.

But I just assume he doesn't want another incident or close call to emerge from it. Never the less did I forgive him for coming to me at the oddest hour of the night for help, I rather have him with me than go off somewhere else out of his mind. And maybe I am looking too much into it, but even when he was as fucked up as he was. He managed to come, wish he called, instead of driving. But the past is in the past...Wish I could say that about the mysterious fight.

Never found out what happened in that forefront. Not yet anyhow.

Since I had Law before Psychology today, I had to suffer the extra hour before asking Shawn what had happened. Just assuming he'd know because he's always there one way or another, and judging by his expression of a quick tilt of his eyebrow down...It didn't look all that well.

My heart ached for more than one reason, I knew I wouldn't like what I'm about to hear. Having that senesces of knowing when something bad is about to happen is the ultimate curse and I cannot neglect it at this moment because I need to know what happened.

If it wasn't for the awkwardness from last class that indicated this dreaded feeling. 

The second my eyes locked with Shawn's it hit me like a train. His lip was cut, and odd marks, almost bits and pieces of being cut appeared around his entire face. Along with the busted lip, Daryl had as well. "Guess the fight got pretty rough?" I said, he nodded. Keeping his lips zipped shut for whatever reason. 

The odometer for this turning from bad to worse just broke. The look in his eyes caused me to ask again, but he shook his head. "He said I'm not allowed to talk to you, guess I have nothing to lose...You didn't tell him we have class together?" 

There was too much in his sudden speech for me to focus on, him 'not allowed to talk' to me was bizarre enough to say the least. But to answer the first question I shook head as well. 
"Never came up...What'd you two fight about?" He chuckled, looking up towards the front of the classroom. Completely missing the introduction to the new topic that is being crammed in for the next few days, the midterm might be a week away. But my sanity is dying at this very moment. "He can't do any more damage...I mentioned Julia and he went all apeshit on me. Threatened me if I told you..." 
Him being very sarcastic about the whole thing worried me, I never seen Daryl at his meanest. Sure the fight in the hallway was rough, but that was defense. 

If Daryl started the fight that turned physical, along with the added boost on drugs. I wouldn't be able to handle that, even now could I picture him acting like the spitting image of my birth father.

Blinking rapidly did I look back to what he said, and a thousand questions ran through my mind. "Who's Julia?" 
"Exactly." My eyes grew in that very moment, a girl. Was he there with a girl the other night? So he felt guilty? I scoffed at the board before trying to act like I was paying attention. "You have to tell me who she is." 
"I keep forgetting you're still new...Huh, guess they were dating for a good two years, two and a half. Whatever you'd want to call what they did." 

Guess that was the general assumption of why I don't know. Because I'm still sort of new, still trying to get the idea of everyone around me. And to be honest I've kept to myself more or less, I barely know that girl I met at the football game. She seemed nice and all, but I can't even remember her damn name.

"She was at the-" 
"Bonfire? I knew there was a reason you weren't there. God, I'd would have shit my pants if you showed up. Fuck I'd pay for it." How am I suppose to ask him what they did without starting a rumor, taking a deep breath and allowing myself to think calmly about the next question in the 45 minutes I have left of this stupid class.

"You brought me up in conversation? I don't get how the fight started..." He allowed himself the minute to think as well, I felt wrong to ask considering he was probably tripping out on whatever he was potentially on. So it took him a good long minute like it did for me to conjure up the question. "I was probably bein' an asshole, I just mentioned you and went off on me. That's when he threatened me. I don't remember if they did anything like...That, with her. But the second time I came up to him he lost it. Got a few good hits in, and the only reason we stopped is cause Rachel stepped in."

Nodding along will I have to thank Rachel for the assist when I wasn't there, cold heartily have I not keeping any of my promises to her, I'll remember to do it this time around. "Why haven't I heard the name before?" 
"That's cause she doesn't go here. Listen she's weird as fuck. And I'm probably the last person on the plant to judge someone but-"

I stopped him before he said something too involved with it, but the burning image in my mind of Daryl and another girl sort of...Hurt.

This feeling of vulnerability suck right back in, he slept over my house after whatever happened with her. He said he doesn't date? Even Shawn couldn't give a proper title to their categorization, so what the hell are they. "Heard what you did to poor Dannyboy. If you knock Daryl upside the head, I wanna fucking see it." 
Just sighing into my hand at the sheer factor at that is what I wanted to do, to allow my anger to come out. Like all the years and years of therapy just vanished into a monster of nothingness, and I am left with absolutely no control over my body. "Why is she weird? What does she-" 
"What doesn't she do? I don't remember why they broke up. Hell if they ever, but she was into the upper-level dealings. Wouldn't be surprised if she made it herself."

"He came to my house, guess right after the party...Said I wouldn't know the guy he fought." 
"I'm not lying, I wish I was. But that ain't the case." Backtracking to him coming to my house later today was off the table, I don't think I can see him right now let alone think about fucking psychology.

"I let myself get attached. My fault." 
"No it's not, that's on him. He fucked up."  I chuckled, the quick motion of my hand just copying mindlessly of what is on the board was enough to pass the class looking involved. Until we got to our shared textbook work, and I scowled myself for having more questions about the entire thing.

He didn't want to answer, it was fueling my rage and to be honest. I was letting it, if there was any part of me that wasn't prone to eating all this up to fight with him later. Guess my aggression is coming out now, out of all times.

"If he...If he does anything let me know." 
"The one time he's in school?" The low sound of laughter we shared didn't brighten the mood at all, but it settled the undeniable anger that caused my teeth to grip at every moment I wasn't speaking. 

Would this be betraying? Are we dating? It's the mask of questions that are racked up, and it's sad to say the only person I can get it from is Daryl.

The bell rang, much to my own displeasure. My next class included English and I wasn't fond of relearning the curricular from my last school, and what I mean by that. It's exactly, word for the word the same questions. Glad I have my laptop to save me the trouble of rewriting everything there is about 'the grapes of wrath.' 

I hate that book so much.

Again, my teeth were gritting. Even my answers to the poor teacher before me sounded hostile, the aura just floated around me up until lunch. Where I had ignored his text from my study hall to go smoke up on the roof.

I wasn't looking forward to this, not one bit of my body wanted to have a fight. Instead, here I am, waiting by my locker and sorting through the books for the ones I do and don't need. 

Before gripping the bottom of my helmet, and slamming the locker door. And on damn cue did he walk around the corner. Hands deep into his pocket jacket as he makes his way over to me. Trying to distract myself by putting the lock with one hand was all I could muster as he came a foot apart. "Didn't get my text?" Shaking my head did I lean against the lockers. My arms crossed and ready for the defensive, the look of conflation just dashed across his face as he studied my sudden position. Boy was he in for it. "Remember when I said ya were cute when ya mad? Ya lookin' terrifyin', ya aight?"

Chuckling as I angled my body downwards before looking right back on up, trying to see where this story would want to start with. "Oh, I'm fine. So is Shawn...you got him real good. Bruised jaw, black eye." The smile I managed to maintain as he clearly looked afraid, my nodding and sudden turn of my heel walking towards the front door of the school was priceless. Even when I heard his running steps behind me. 
"Ya can't believe what that asshole is tellin' ya. It ain't true." 
"It's better than what you've been telling me. Because you don't tell me anything."

Fixing my strap as I run down the steps to my bike, all while trying to manage this conversation that was about to end in a matter of seconds. Just as soon as I get on my bike. 
"I don't know how to tell ya, somethin's I can't tell ya. Not yet, it ain't what ya think it is, I promise." 
"Just leave me alone." He yelled back out to me, my name multiple times I wouldn't be surprised if the people in the classrooms could hear it. But when I didn't respond he yanked my arm backward to talk, boy was he in the wrong.

"Nah, we're gonna settle this. I didn't do nothin' wrong, Shawn's lyin'." 
"I didn't even tell you what he said." Letting my bag to the side of my bike, safely secured within the compartments before hopping on my bike. Pulling the helmet over my face in hopes of ending the conversation right then and there. 

But of course, he wouldn't let up. Instead he let his hand grab the front end, and in that instant did I rise up, the kick stand wasn't even remotely up in terms of my leaving. And as my finger point out to him, while the other rose up the visor. Did I angrily mutter, "Don't touch her." He understood in the instant, but even then he wouldn't back away enough for me to leave. Him following me home no doubt is enough to allow me to not venture back right away, instead, I had another place in mind. "What did he tell ya?"

He yelled at me, awaiting the answer as he held the pick up keys in his car. Shawn was going to have another fight on his hands, but on the way, he told me he didn't seem to mind or care. 

Guess I have to talk to Rachel at one point or another. "Blake please ya gotta-" 
"'Gotta' what?! Why don't you go run off with Julia, sounds like you two had fun at the bonfire!" Was the last thing I had yelled, and the defeat on his face said it all. Letting my visor slip down did I hide my expression from him, and for a good moment was I happy in not getting the visible see through one like Jarod suggested. 

Instead, I wondered back aways, just riding. I saw him running towards his pick up in an effort to beat me home. I managed to find my way back towards the park, whatever labyrinth of wooded areas need be. The twist and turns of the backroads made me wonder how everyone found this place, but alas. I made it.

With the fucking pickup just waiting for me. 

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I gave him the one around and he beat me to it, he's one step ahead however he managed that. But him running out of the car and blocking the path with his truck was the last straw. 
"That the best idea right now?" I utter, clearly in shock of how he boxed me in right now. Of course, I could try and find my way around, but him eyeing each move I make do I skid my bike a bit further before shutting it off. Ripping off my helmet to place on my lap did I look to him, in clear disbelief of this trapping in.

"I need ya to listen." 
"I don't want to listen, the second I find something out you tell me." 
Him yelling out of his truck was a start, but the fact I yelled on back with equal power was enough to have him pace around me. "Was she at the party?" Was all I asked, scratching my nail against the matte black color before me, and he nodded. Still pacing but slower this time around. 
"...Listen. I said it before and I'll say it again, I don't care what you do. If you want to go bang your ex, fine. But don't expect me to just be here when you do it." 
"We didn't do nothin'. Blake I...I...Fuck. And she wasn't my girlfriend we just fucked."

My eyes widened, boy do love that word. The way he said it with such tone, almost in a rude manner that I surely did not like. Did I laugh, quite frankly I found this odd seeing him so careful with his words but still managing to mess up. 
"So if we ever did anything, that's what you'd call it? Fucking. Just in out done?" 
"No-" 
"Glad we didn't do anything more then bec-" 

His huffing and puffing had me stop mid-sentence, even when my voice was drifting off to the crying stage of all of this, I realized that nothing of this was my fault. Him trying to defend himself isn't being justified unless I let him talk, so my hand motioned for him to take the floor. "I never dated her, the two of ya ain't remotely the same. That's all we ever did, fuckin'. When I said I didn't know nobody like the way I like ya, I meant it." The watering of my eyes threated to break through, I can't do this any longer, trusting someone. I've done it before and it hasn't been easy, why should I give him a second chance. 
"And the fight?" 
"He was talkin' all this shit, that I fucked her at the party. I didn't Blake...I didn't take ya because I was still worried I scared ya from my house."

I shook my head, but the moment I looked up and my tears starting to stream down had him halt in that same drastic awakening that I was afraid of. He was in worry, the few strides it took for him to come to me wasn't what had me back away. It was him being too close.

"Move the damn truck." 
"We ain't done here." 
"I am. I've been done." He was begging me, his hands were the ones talking at this point. No longer was he verbally expressing himself, instead did he breathe the words out. Just barely above a whisper on the sound wave. "You threatened Shawn, he obviously saw something happen. Just tell me, get it over with!" My voice was more high pitched than I intended it to be, but he shook his head in defeat once more. 

In response to that did I wipe my eyes, the clear amount of hurt expressed on my face was enough to sidetrack both of us. "Just...Just tell me...." 
"We didn't fuck." 
"You probably did more that night than we did, just spit it out," I growled, he wouldn't budge. This back and forth thing wasn't going anywhere. So instead did the idea pop into my head, returning back to my bike did I risk the thought of letting it hit the trees. And instead, did I walk it through the side past his truck.

Until he blocked it with his damn body again. "She wanted to, I said no but Blake I couldn't-" 
"We're not dating, it's alright. Go call her up, screw her brains out. Do whatever you 'gotta' do. Just don't talk to me again." 
"I thought we-" 
"That we were dating?...I thought that too. Guess we're both in the wrong."

But this was when I lost the full control I managed to have left in me, when both of his hands gripped the front of my bike completely stopping my forward motion. Even pushing me back. "What part of 'don't touch', don't you understand?" 
"I was fuckin' out of it Blake, I knew I shouldn't have taken the shrooms. I..I thought she was you."
"That's going to make any of this any better? That you thought it was me? And what did 'I' do?" 

Him shifting uncomfortably was enough to get the idea, we haven't done a lot in the range of anything really. He needed to find entertainment elsewhere, and his hand wasn't doing the trick. "Got the clear fucking picture, I'm going to go." 

"Blake please-" 
Me pointing in the general direction was bound to set him off, best way now is to laugh it on off now before crying about it. "It wasn't that, it was a handjob. It didn't go anywhere. I knew it wasn't ya." 
"It didn't go anywhere because Shawn interrupted!...Again. I don't care, go do some more shrooms, just don't-" 

As I was about to go back to my bike. Saying 'fuck it' to the nearby branches in the way. Was I yanked on back, and instead of anything more did he press his lips against mine. 

He was trying to tell me something he clearly couldn't say out loud, but the anger still had me push against him. Not in motion with it at all, but the second I managed to fake it did I push away. "...If you don't get how I'm feeling right now. Just imagine whatever you did or let Julia do. Is me letting Shawn do whatever to me." I whispered into his ear, that's when it was the fatal look, rising back up. The possessive darkened eyes that I am terrified of. 
"Please, I can't lose ya too."

He lost someone? What the hell does he mean by that- 

"I don't want no fuckin' pity right now, but I love everythin' about ya...Julia wasn't normal...She was an addict, if I wasn't around she would've overdosed. Alright? Got the hard stuff no problem, never did like seeing people into bigger assholes than they already were. Guess what I'm tryin' to say, I didn't want to compare. Cause there ain't no competition B, there ain't."

I felt the power that he tried to convert towards my empathy for the situation, Julia sounds like the mirror image of another friend. She wasn't in the home, she's the one who managed the deals I sold. But where is this pity he wants. "Ya want answers, and I know I owe em'. But she didn't even know a thing about me, and I didn't know nothin' about her. Nothin' about anythin' makes sense right now but I ain't about to lose ya over this."

Him holding his grip tightened around both my shoulder and waist so I wouldn't be tempted to move again. "I wouldn't call it fuckin', nah...But I want that title if that means-" 
"You want to date? After what happened over the weekend?"

"This time no more 'ya saved me' bullshit. I want the real thin', alright? Please, just...Just stay. Got too many people walkin' outta my life, I don't need ya to follow them." 

That's where the pity was meant to be placed, him not having a stable home is understandable. If what I think happens at that house is true, then everyone he has or loved. Or tried to love was gone, but one thing stuck out in my mind was the soul word from the beginning. 'I love everythin' about ya,' he said it. 
That is as close as I'm going to get. "I...I need time to-" 
"Ya told me I was the first person ya could depend on here, lemme fix that." 
No longer pressing against his hold did I come into complete in utter rest, making the smile shine brighter than it has before. And instead of managing it just hop on my bike and ride off away. 
I stayed in his arms, leaning in as he placed a single kiss onto my forehead. 
"Guess we got each other for this..." 
"'m sorry." 
"I know you are, but this time it's called cheating. And I ain't falling for nothing." 
Although the topic was serious, I managed to make him chuckle all around me. 
"Gotcha talkin' like me now, that's a sign if I sure seen one." 
"You know what is also a sign?" I mumbled the question, letting my hand slowly but surely. Creep up at the seem of his jeans, which in the cruelest way tormented me. 

The breath out of a swear had me take into consideration of how I should have torchere him to give me information. "Guess she can't give a good handjob, mind if I...?" The hissing of a 'yes' escaped his breath made me smile in content. I love this effect I have on him, how heated he was moments ago. Spitting everywhere as he cussed out the same word over and over again.

"You don't like blue balls as much as I don't like being lied to..." 
"Teasin' me 'gain, I'm gonna cum no matter whatcha do." He wasn't lying, hiding my chuckle into his chest, did I ever so gently reach into his boxers yet again. 

And as hard as he was, I loved seeing how humble he was in moaning up the storm. 
"Think you can make it into the truck?" I whisper so close to his ear, he nodded with his eyes closed. 
And as I removed my hand and drag him across the ways towards the truck. Did I hop on in, his hands guiding my waist down he single-handedly pushed my further into he row of seats. Searching for his length in the mist of his body pressing down on me. 

"Don't like fuckin' Shawn...He ain't who he says he is..." I chuckled, even more so as his kisses gingerly grew closer and closer to the edge of my own jeans. The look I had given him had his finger halt in that instance. 

"Wanna see ya squirm too. Ain't fun if one of us is-" Grabbing his hand before he reached in was a mistake because he could already feel the tension of the situation hitting my core. 
"You're gonna kill me, ain't ya?" He said, lifting my panties upwards as I felt it stretch with the given will he forced to it. 

The moan that escaped my lips without consent allowed me to reach back towards him. "I like those jeans on you." 
"Guess I gotta wear 'em more often if it's got ya feelin' like this."

If I said the words, for him to just do whatever he had in his mind. He would, he'd ask a million times if I was sure while doing so. I need for him to understand that it isn't alright to do that sort of thing. But my cruelness doesn't venture that far to stop whatever this is right here right now.

I want to see if he was telling truth. My hand returning to the shaft, pumping up and down in a vigorous momentum before ultimately he finished, he came without warning as well. Trying so hard to contain himself that he crumbled before I could tease him all the bit more. 

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Date Posted:  02-4-18 // Time: 2:04
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