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CHAPTER 6
The next day I waited and waited for Logan to show up to take me to class, but nothing,I even texted him twice. Finally, with just about ten minutes left to get to class, I got in my car and drove myself. When I got to school, I saw Logan talking to Jenna James. She had her back against the lockers, and he was in front of her, resting his hand above her. I stormed up to them.
"Bye," I said rudely to Jenna.
"Excuse me?" she cocked her head like how dare I speak to her.
"I said, bye. Like, leave. Like, get the hell away from MY boyfriend, you dirty skank. Clean your damned ears out," I was livid. How could Logan and I have such a special night and then he forgets to come get me and decides to hit on my arch nemesis, in PUBLIC no less.
"Rude much?" Jenna turned up her snooty little nose at me. I wanted to yank it right off her face and stomp on it.
"Stupid much?" I knew Karma was gonna get me good for the hateful way I was treating her, but at that moment I didn't care. I wanted her to hurt the way I was hurting right then. She huffed and flipped her hair before leaving. Logan glared at me and then turned to walk away.
"Don't you walk away from me, Logan," I said angrily, "where the hell were you this morning?"
"Oh, I forgot to come get you," his chilly tone stung. What was his deal?
"I texted AND called you."
"Oh well, I forgot. No big deal," he shrugged and started to walk away again. I grabbed his arm gruffly and pulled him back with unnatural strength.
"No big deal? NO. BIG. DEAL?! Logan, what the hell? Did last night mean anything to you?"
"No," his face was stone. Expressionless. My heart shattered. It meant nothing to him?
"No?" my voice was small. I felt two inches tall.
"Nope. It meant nothing to me. How many times-" he lowered his voice and it sounded mean and full of venom, "we are strictly business. I'm not into you, Corrigan and I NEVER will be. I just wanted to get my rocks off and I knew you'd be willing to help." Each word was like a knife straight to the heart. I wanted to cry. I felt like a fat man was sitting on my chest.
"You're right," I replied coolly, "I feel the same way, exactly. You made a great place to get my dick wet, Logan," I wish I could take back what I said next but I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to feel exactly what I was feeling, "I'm glad I now know I can use you whenever I need a hole for my pleasure. Soon I won't need you at all and then I can finally be free of you," I turned swiftly on my heel and walked away.
At lunch I sat with Nolan instead of Logan.
"Hey, Buddy, why aren't you sitting with your beau?" Nolan asked.
"We are fighting," I responded with a hint of anger.
"Yikes. Well that's a shame."
"Indeed," I stabbed at my chicken nuggets pretending they were Logan.
"Wanna, talk about it, Jeffrey Dahmer?" Nolan looked concerned. I calmed down and shrugged, "No, not really."
"Oh... I mean, I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything."
"I know but it's really stupid," I sighed and pushed my tray away. I wasn't very hungry.
"Nothing that concerns you is stupid. Except that time you looked outside and said `I think it do rain today,' that was pretty stupid," Nolan chuckled. I punched him and laughed, "C'mon though, Cori, tell me what's on your mind."
"It's just that... Well we..." I couldn't tell Nolan that Logan and I had hooked up. A tiny part of me felt like I'd be betraying Logan if I did that. As mad as I was, I really didn't want to hurt Logan anymore than I already had. I had to come up with an alternative statement. If Nolan knew that Logan was treating me like this after we hooked up, a battle would ensue and, trust me, there would be many casualties. I bit my lip, "We had a moment last night. A really special moment. For a second there I thought that Logan might...love me. Anyway, he's being cold and withdrawn now."
"Maybe he's scared of how he feels. He's always been a player, Cori. You can't teach an old dog new tricks," Nolan advised as he ate a baby carrot.
"Maybe you're right," I took a bite of my mashed potatoes.
"I think that you should just give him some space for right now. I bet he'll come around, any guy would be stupid if he didn't," Nolan said absentmindedly. I looked up at him. He suddenly realized what he'd said and corrected himself, "Any gay guy, I mean."
I rolled my eyes and stole one of his carrots.
"Hey!" he growled before snatching a chicken nugget off my tray, "I'm a growing boy! I need all the food I can get!" I laughed out loud at his statement. I took a quick glance Logan's way and saw him glowering at the two of us. I put my hand on Nolan's forearm, "Thank you for being here for me. You really are a great friend."
"Tell me something I don't know," he faked smugness and flipped some imaginary hair over his shoulder. What was I gonna do with this kid?
After school, Logan and I were supposed to have a study date which he bailed on, of course. So I sat there going over my French homework alone.
"You look like you could use some company," it was Blake standing across the table from me.
"Sure," I gestured at the seat he was hovering over.
"Look, about Sunday-" he started but I held up my hand to silence him.
"I'm just as much at fault as you," I confessed as I closed my textbook, "I kissed you too."
"It was a great kiss, I might add," Blake winked and I felt my face get hot.
"Agreed," I put my chin on the back of my hand, "but it can't happen again."
"That's probably for the best, I don't know how many more of these mixed signals I can take," Blake grinned, melting me with that dimple and those pearly white teeth.
"I'm sorry for that. I have no clue what I want anymore," I started packing up my things.
"Do you wanna go for a walk with me? There won't be many more warm days pretty soon and I know a place... If you say no-"
"I'd love to," I smiled at Blake. He stood up and we went out to his car. I knew this was probably a poor choice, but today I was already making a ton of bad choices. If I'm going to Hell, better go big, or go home. We got into his 1960, baby-blue Cadillac. Obviously it had been fixed up and it ran like a dream.
"Top down?" Blake asked reaching for the switch.
"It's a bit nippy, let's not get ahead of ourselves," I said as I buckled up.
As he drove, we talked, about everything. We had so much in common, we both loved Etta James, and he had a passion for classic movies. I learned that he played the guitar and that he loved to paint. To be honest, I had thought he was just another mindless jock. I always just assumed that he played video games and football and banged cheerleaders. I didn't realize how cultured he was.
"Dial `M' for Murder is one of my all-time favorite movies," Blake said as he ran a hand through his short, thick, brown hair.
"Mine too! Grace Kelly is a goddess!" I stated, excited that I finally found someone who agrees. Like, don't get me wrong, Nolan will watch classics with me but I know he's not really into them, he's only doing it to please me.
"I agree, completely. I loved her in Rear Window."
"We HAVE to have a Grace Kelly thriller night soon!" I said turning in my seat to face him.
"Well, I'm not doing anything tonight..." Blake offered. I sat and thought about it for a second.
"Me either. Let's do it," I grabbed my phone and texted my mom to tell her the plan.
"Great, so we can just go to my place instead of on this walk?" Blake asked as he slowed down a little.
"Yeah, let's just go now," I agreed. Blake turned the car around and we headed to his house. In about twenty minutes we were there and we headed up to his bedroom. He put in the first movie and it started up. We sat down in front of his bed and watched the movie's plot unfold.
"What do you love most about classic movies?" he asked.
"The romance, by far. I love the way that two people fall madly and hopelessly in love with one another in minutes. I also love how quirky everyone was," I admitted, "Like Audrey Hepburn. She always played such quirky characters with a sharp tongue but poised and graceful. What about you?"
"I love the way they speak to each other. They always know just what to say and their comebacks are witty and fun. For instance," Blake said turning towards me, "have you ever seen All About Eve?"
I narrowed my eyes at him and smirked, "Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night."
"Oh! Bette Davis was an icon! But the charming way she fired back at all of Bill's insults was the pinnacle of why I love classic movies! Scripts these days lack the charm and sophistication they used to have," Blake turned back to the movie. I watched him watch the movie. The way his jaw clenched occasionally. The way his thick lashes came down over his deep blue eyes with every blink. He really was a handsome guy. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him and love him. I wanted him so badly.
"Uh, Cori?" Blake's voice snapped me out of my trance. I looked down and saw that my hand was halfway up his shirt and I was sitting way closer than I thought.
"Ohmigod," I retracted my hand and scooted back, "I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be," Blake said coming closer. He was crawling towards me.
"Blake," I whispered as he closed the space between us.
"Kiss me," he demanded. Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and had my mouth on his. His tongue hit my lips and I opened up so he could begin his probe of my mouth. The atmosphere was electric. It was something entirely different with Blake than what I felt with Logan. It was wild and unruly like flame on a prairie. It was as if I'd been a plot of dry grass and he came and dropped a match on me,igniting something inside.
I reached for his manhood. I was filled to the brim with lust and I knew I had to have it. I pushed him back and stood up. He stood too. We wrestled onto his bed tearing at each others clothes rabidly. He tore the arm right off of the paisley and floral button-up shirt I was wearing.
"I'm... so... sorry," he said between rough kisses.
I jolted back, still straddling him to quickly get the shirt off, "who cares?" I asked as I literally ripped his t-shirt open. His abs and pecs were exposed to me and I pawed at them. I rubbed my ass on his hardening crotch as I licked his stomach. There was a trail of dark hair leading from his belly button to the prize that awaited beneath his jeans.
"Blake, you are so hot," I said just before taking his nipple into my mouth and gently biting it.
"Shut up, Baby, I know it," he said as he pulled me back up for more making out. I continued to rotate my hips and get him harder and harder. He grabbed me and rotated us both, so I was on the bottom now and he was on top. He quickly pulled off his jeans and boxers and his rock hard seven and a half incher flopped out. He pounced like a tiger and yanked my shorts off of me, then he straddled my chest and put his pulsing cock on my lips.
"You know what to do?"
"This ain't my first rodeo, Cowboy," I winked before I wrapped my lips around his thick, shaft. He was much thicker than Logan, but Logan's was longer. I put my thumb into my palm and squeezed with all my other fingers, then as I breathed out, I took the rest of his inches until my nose was in his pubes.
"Oh shit, Dude!" He rocked back and forth, fucking my mouth as he reached around and gripped my penis. He began stroking me while I sucked him off. His head was pointed to the sky and he was moaning like crazy. I'm sure if his parents were home they would have come looking to see what was going on.
I felt my own dick get ten times harder and my body tense before I shot my thick, hot load all over Blake's back. He moaned one last time and blew his testicles' contents into my throat. I sucked until he started shaking from over stimulation and he pulled his now semi-hard dick from the confines of my mouth.
"Holy Hell, Rose, you sure got a set of dick suckin' lips on you."
"Thank you," I smiled as he climbed off of me. He grabbed a towel from his closet floor and wiped off his back. He tossed it to me and I wiped up too.
"Sorry again about your shirt..." Blake apologized as he pulled on a pain of gym shorts.
"It's fine, I can always just sew it."
"Cute, funny, and a seamstress. Anything you can't do, Corrigan?"
I thought for a moment before responding, "I can't play the cello."
"Have you always wanted to play?" he arched an eyebrow while he put on a new t-shirt.
"Oh it's been a dream of mine since I was born," I replied as I pulled on my clothes. I grabbed my back pack and pulled out the tiny sewing kit I keep in there. What? You never know when your sleeve will be snatched off by a horny, teen boy.
"I'd lie awake late at night," I said as I threaded a needle, "and beg God to send me a cello so that I might someday play like an angel."
"Really?"
"No. I hate the cello. It's such a dismal sounding instrument."
Blake laughed hard as he flopped down on his bed, "You crack me up, Corrigan."
"It's what I do. It's what I live for."
"The Little Mermaid?" Blake asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
"My favorite Disney Princess," I replied as I finished stitching the sleeve back on.
"Mine too! She was always the hottest one," He said looking at the ceiling.
"Weirdo," I sighed and pulled on my shirt.
"So what now?" Blake asked as he got up to take the movie out of the DVD player.
"I'm starving," I answered, rubbing my tummy for effect.
"Let's go down stairs and see what we can rally up."
After dinner and three more movies, Blake drove me to the school and I got into my car. I drove back home and when I came inside, it smelled like chocolate chip cookies.
"Kitty Cat! I haven't seen you in ages!" Tommy ran up and hugged me tightly, "I thought you were dead."
"You saw me this morning. I literally walked you to the bus stop," I giggled and patted his head.
"Mom made cookies," Tommy said grabbing my hand and dragging me to the kitchen. Mom and Dad were sitting at the table looking over papers of some kind.
"Hi, Momma. Hey, Daddy," I said as I sat down at the table and grabbed a cookie.
"How was Blake's?" Mom asked, not looking up from her paperwork.
"It was great. We watched some old movies," for obvious reasons I left out the part where I sucked his dick.
"He likes old movies too?" Dad looked up and took off his glasses.
"Yeah, Blake loves Grace Kelly and Jimmy Stewart. Did you know he plays guitar?" I was getting far too excited. I needed to calm down. Dad and Mom exchanged a look.
"How does Logan feel about the two of you hanging out together?" Mom asked.
"He and I are fighting right now," I said vaguely before crossing my arms and looking at the ground. I had almost forgotten the events of earlier today.
"Fighting? But I thought you two had a great night last night," Daddy inserted as he grabbed a cookie for himself.
"That's what I thought too. Then this morning he didn't come get me to take me to school, and he gave me the cold shoulder all day," I rolled my eyes and set my cookie on the table, "Why do boys have to be so dumb?"
"Because they are boys," Mom replied going back to her work.
"True story, Son. I'm sorry that Logan is being weird. I hope he shapes up in the near future," Daddy said as he went back to his work.
You and me both, Daddy. You and me both.
Authors Note
Hello darlings! I hope you are staying interested. I need to thank Robbie as always for helping me edit. I know he's busy and it's such a big help! I also want to thank all of you for the words of encouragement! -Kit =^.^=