Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 8

"Not as weird as it is knowing that my parents still have sex. " he joked, wrapping a friendly arm around her shoulder. They continued on talking and laughing, easily as if he was always there.

She honestly missed him. He was more of a friend than Jazzy was nowadays, but still she loved them both all the same. Cayden had a way to lift her spirits to any bad day, even when they started out as horribly as today.

"So, I'll be at your sister's baby shower. " she said turning to him as they paused at the entrance of her class. "Thanks, but most likely I won't be there because there'll probably be too much of that sappy girl stuff." he voiced as he shivered in pretend distaste.

"Ugh, your sister's first party and you're not going?" she asked in mocking disbelief, "What kind of start to healthy brotherhood is that?" she commented, poking him in his torso, knowing that made him laugh—which it did.

"Well, one it doesn't count as her 'first party' if she's not born yet and I'm pretty sure I'll be a genius at this whole brother thing, I mean you're living proof that I'm not so bad." he joked, fussing her perfect ponytail. 

"Stopp!" she giggled as she tried to push his enormous hands and muscle-toned arms off her. People who were passing by started to stare and look at them funny, but she didn't care it had been a while since she and Cayden had any playtime. It was almost depressing knowing he was leaving for Yale in a couple of months.

After a moment of pinching and biting from her, and a few 'ouches' from Cayden they finally stopped but their laughter still reverberated in their chests. She fixed her hair but not as well-kept she had it before she left her house, but she didn't care.

"Alright, Nay." he said as he leaned in and pecked her cheek, "I'll see you later, and maybe you can tell me that long story I want to hear all about." With a wink, he swiftly turned away before she could protest. 

"Alright, later Cay!" she called after his retreating figure. She walked into class, more than enough time before the first bell rang, but that didn't stop her teacher from giving her cynical glances.

"It's so sweet of you to join us long enough to take a break from fooling around with your boyfriend." Señora Ramirez snickered aloud, enough decibels for the few amount of people in the room to hear causing them to laugh and snicker, too.

Naomi ignored their crooked eyes and nasty remarks, in fact she planned on doing that all of today, as she rolled her eyes and finding herself staring out the rain-spotted window. It was still pouring out, with the entire sky fallen dark and gray, but somehow it didn't phase her. She was still high from her wrestling with Cayden.She rested her head in her palms as she watched the rain fall and make aimless patterns on the window, it was condensing and she wished she was alone so that she could draw pointless nonsense.

Ugh, today's gonna be one of those days, she thought as the bell rang for the start of a barbaric day.

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There was absolutely nothing more Darryl wanted to do but laugh his face off. Ahh, I wish I could have stayed longer, he thought wistfully, stifling his laughter as best as he could.

It was fourth period—about twenty-five minutes out of the forty-five—and he was still laughing about the prank. He tried his best to compose his face into his smooth expression so his history teacher wouldn't catch him, but the task was starting to become harder with every passing moment as he remembered the whole situation. 

After Naomi had left that night, he had went up to his house, but apparently his father was picking that day to play the role of an angry drunk. He wasn't violent, but he was slurring a roll of curses and rude comments at Darryl about how he should be more of a help than a dream-killer. There was more but he chose to take refuge in his basement. He had decided on busying himself by tidying up the place a little for the next time Naomi came over, remembering her uncomfortable distaste to the room. It was then that he saw the skimpy, pink fabric strewn over a dusty, old table lamp. He couldn't help but run the soft fabric through his fingers absentmindedly as the details of their feverish sex flowed through his mind. He planned on keeping it, he even thought of giving it back, but when he realized that the next day was April Fools' Day he'd figured he'd be dumbass to pass up a chance like this. He came in to school early, maybe for the first time in his whole high school career, to plant the panties on her white locker. The note was a last minute touch, but worth it.