Chasm moves faster, harder, his left hand digging into my ass. I wish the panties were just gone, although it does turn me on that they’re just haphazardly pulled to the side. With his right hand, he kneads and massages my breast, eventually snatching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching hard.
I cry out, and my body locks down on him, making him grunt.
Back and forth, we bring pleasure to each other. Me, by rocking my hips and stroking my nails down his back. Him, by rolling my hardened nipple around and sucking on my neck—and by thrusting himself deep, pulling nearly all the way out, and then slamming in again.
The moment started off sad but very quickly devolved into something else.
We’re both angry, I think, but we don’t know who to be angry with.
Justin, for forcing this on us when we were both trying so hard to hold back? Ourselves for letting these feelings bloom and grow into a mighty rose bush, one that’s covered in thorns that make us bleed? Or the world for telling me I can’t be with Chasm if I love Parrish, too?
I’m not sure.
However it happens, the heat amps up between us, and Chasm ends up having to clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle my sounds when my body lights up like the sun, sunshine racing into my fingers and toes, exploding behind my eyelids.
I’m sagging against Chasm as he, too, moans and thrusts deep, using my own pleasure to get his. He comes while I’m panting and clinging to him, and then sags forward, his palm slamming into the mirror for support.
We both struggle to catch our breath as the stupid fucking bell rings.
Neither of us rushes to move for a second, pulling back to look into one another’s faces.
Chasm removes his hand from inside my shirt, reaching up and running his thumbs along the sides of my jaw.
“I want Parrish back so bad, Dakota, but I’m scared of how much this is going to hurt.”
“I know,” I whisper, and then we hold each other tight before rushing to clean up, rearrange our clothes, and rush to class.
Once again, I can’t focus on my schoolwork. But this time, it isn’t girls with knives that I’m wondering about: it’s the possibility of the impossible.
If that makes any sense whatsoever.
As surprised as I am to say this … it certainly does to me.
Period Six: Software Tools: App Development.
Huh.
I see it now. How clever. Justin creates apps; Mr. Volli teaches us how to make apps. Fitting. And so very poetic. It shows me just how detailed and precise my bio father really is.
“So we met Justin on Sunday,” I say, affecting false cheer as I stand in front of Mr. Volli’s desk after class. He’s such an odd duck. He wears plaid bow ties, has curly short brown hair, and adorable wide rimmed glasses, a smile that says good ol’ fashioned Poindexter, and a tendency for quoting poetry.
He looks up at me and smiles, unashamedly displaying Mr. Fosser’s walking stick in the corner of his classroom. It’s a dark presence in my mind’s eye, as if the object itself were emanating purple shadows. Too many video games, maybe, but I can’t help it. It looks like a dark wizard’s staff.
“Isn’t he lovely? I’m so sorry I can’t attend the launch party on Friday.” Mr. Volli adjusts his glasses, and then licks his lips, staring down at his phone and very purposefully flicking down the screen with a single finger. “Excuse me. I like to have dinner ordered before I head home, so that it’s on the doorstep when I arrive. I’m famished today.”
“I’m going to guess that the ‘hiking accident’ that landed you this job wasn’t really an accident at all.” I wrinkle my nose up as Mr. Volli smiles and turns his phone around to show me something.
I don’t know what I expect but I guess something more sinister than his Grubhub order.
“Free crab wantons with a twenty-dollar purchase. What luck.” He spins the phone to face himself all over again, and a chill skitters over me. These sorts of displays should make Justin and Amin Volli seem less scary, not creepy beyond all reason.
“You’re not listening to me. Fantastic,” I murmur, hitching my bag up my shoulder and heading for the door. Once again, I see Lumen and Danyella, and they both turn to look at me. I swear, Lumen’s eyes sweep past me toward where Mr. Volli’s sitting at his desk, and then she spins and storms off down the hall with Danyella trailing behind.
I catch and hold her eyes for much longer, but she gives no indication she wants to speak with me.
When Chasm appears by my side just a second later, he’s glaring at me.
“What?” I murmur, but we both know what. “There’s something going on there.”
