Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 8

She shrugged as she sipped her juice before answering. "Both, actually. I think they're up to something, they were whiserping each other and looking at me." she said her wire a bit peaked from anxiety.

Cayden reached across the maroon-colored, rounded table to touch her hand in comfort, "Relax, Nay. You're being paranoid. " Naomi sighed as she let the warmth of his hand assure her that everything was fine. "Alright, I'll be right back. " she said as she rose from the table, pulling her hands from him. "I gotta go buy lunch."

She swifted across the cafeteria towards the line, her pocketbook in hand, her mind set on the cheesy, hot slice of pizza. 

"Did you get your underwear back?" his voice whispered in her ear, and Naomi didn't have to take glance back to know who the baritone voice belonged to. She rolled along the line, grabbing an apple and a cinnamon bun, choosing to ignore him, which only got her a chuckle out of him.

"Why you mad fo'? I thought you might want it back. I obviously didn't know your combo so I did the best I could." he joked, walking steadily behind her grabbing a whole bunch of food for his lunch, making sure his voice was kept low.

"Oh, that would explain everything, except the note." she said sarcastically with a sickly smile. "You're an immature asshole." she furiously ruffled through her pocketbook and thrusted a few bills at the lunch-aid before trudging off at her table, but Darryl still kept in her wake.

"Relax, it was a joke. And you took it off early—before anyone barely even saw it." he said, a bit agitated. 

"Fuck off, Darryl." she muttered audibly, before taking her seat and watched him more along to his.

"You alright?" Cayden asked, noting that he witnessed what happened. Before she could respond, Jazzy and Nathan took their seats in a huff.

"Where have you guys been?" Cayden asked, noticing that there was a blushed look on each of their faces.

"Nowhere." they replied in unison, staring wide-eyed at each other, but Cayden shook his head in defeat, refusing to press it any further.

After a few minutes of an awkward silence, Cayden filled Nathan and Jazzy in on the infamous 'underwear prank', where they reacted just a little bit, before they went into a game of groping each other underneath the table. She and Cayden spoke briefly for a while about new stuff and their love lives until the period was over.

She was glad that Darryl and Miles kept to themselves mostly throughout the whole period, but she had to admit she mostly stared at Darryl more than anything else—well, whenever his face wasn't plastered onto Tameeka's. It had her thinking of last night, and she just couldn't help but smile to herself as she sat in Mr. Rave's history class as she whipped out her phone and discreetly sent out a text to Darryl: D.E.A.F. Stairway A...third floor...fifteen minutes.

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It was ten minutes ago when Darryl got Naomi's text, and his heated body was ready to burst into flames. He had been in a heated make-out session with Tameeka when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He tried not to give anything away as he pulled out his phone and checked the text—a text he was more shocked than heated to get—but he figured Naomi was going to be full of surprises and that he best get used to it. Now he was sitting in his chemistry class, counting down the remaining five minutes left to meet Naomi. His body was even starting to ache in anticipation. He was mostly surprised at the location she chose. For a girl who didn't like kinky stuff the staircase was far from anything clean, but he was willing to go along with it. 

He hadn't been able to focus on a word his teacher was droning on about covalent bonds which he didn't give a rat's ass about. He glanced up at the clock again, before shooting his hand up in request for the hall pass. It wasn't like him to be this eager, even if it was sex, but he decided that showing up one or two minutes early wouldn't hurt anyone.

He stalked through the barren halls, with a grin from ear to ear, making his way to the isolated staircase. He climbed down one flight of stairs to the third floor, surprised to see Naomi already there with the sexiest grin on her cute face. Damn, he thought as he licked his lips, climbing down the rest of the way to her, taking her lips with his. 

It was only yesterday that he first ever kissed Naomi but it seemed that he had been tasting her lips for a century. She always had a sweet taste to her, like her lips...her tongue were made from candy. She made it a game to tease his lips a little as she lightly nibbled on his bottom lip. His hands everywhere, feeling the firm shape of her butt, enjoying that fact that he was touching everything he had been fantasizing about since he touched them last night. She backed him up onto the maroon wall, letting her hands roam free around his neck, down his arms and under his shirt, leaving an electrifying shock in it's wake. 

"I'm surprised." Darryl muttered against her lips, pulling her closer to him to deepen their kiss. She laughed, "Why's that?" 

"I thought you didn't do kinky?" he said, reaching between them and massaging her perky breasts. His body was scorching, as she nipped at his neck somehow managing to slip her top off over her head and dropping it onto the floor. His eyes popped at the red bra that she had on, color that seemed to look good on her. She shrugged, "I'm in the mood."

"So, you're actually going to do this? We're actually gonna—" he started, but his words were caught in his throat as she knelt down in front of him. Is she serious? he thought to himself as her soft, slender fingers unzipped his pants. He took a sharp intake of breath just as it seemed as utopia was near, until she looked up at him smiling—a smile that was just too sexy to resist—and reached for her shirt behind her and pulled it over her head. She pushed up his shirt as she leaned in and kissed his rock hard stomach, before standing straight. "April Fools'...bitch." she whispered into his ear, with a sly smirk, moving away from him.

He wasn't angry and it was strange. Tameeka had done the same thing and it got him fuming, but he just couldn't bring himself to anger. He grabbed her arm, barely able to move from the wall with the ache in his body. "I think it goes without saying that I expect you at my house after school." he said with a bit of desperation. She stared at him for a moment, biting her lip as Darryl wondering what was going through her head, but all she did was shrug, "We'll see."