Chapter 2: Priorities

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"No fucking way. He didn't actually say that, did he?"

I nod, sadly.

Chelsea roars in laughter, but Jen rolls her eyes.

"That boy seriously has to take a chill pill," Jen asserts as she takes another sip of tea, "I mean, come on, you were trying to do well on your project!"

"Yeah, he gets way too possessive way to quickly. It's actually really annoying." I sigh.

"Girl, if I had a hottie like Cody Sutherland being possessive over me, I'd be thanking my lucky stars," Chelsea giggles, twirling a strand of her dirty blonde hair in between her fingers.

I chuckle lightly at her comment before the panic starts to set in again. I watch as Cody and a few of his friends enter the lunch room. Usually Chelsea, Jen, and I sit with them but today I insisted we sit elsewhere. I pull my hoodie up hoping he doesn't see me as he passes by.

To my dismay I soon feel hands on my shoulders and yet again Cody's soft lips press against my ear.

"You can run, but you can't hide." His tone is threatening and it makes me jump. I can tell he is pissed, but yet he is still able to keep his composure while we're at school. His lips linger on my ear for a few before he stands up and walks away.

I can't help but notice Jen making goo-goo eyes at Landon, one of Cody's best friends, as they walk away. They both like each other but haven't acted on it. Note: remind me to talk to Cody about that later, you know, once he gets over this angry nonsense.

After dumping our trays after we finish eating, we headed back to class and I finished the day without seeing Cody again. I'm thankful for that because I don't think I can take any more of his taunting.

I thought it best not to go to cheerleading practice today so I wouldn't have to get a ride home from Cody like usual.

Oh by the way, did I forget to mention that I live with Cody and his family in his giant ass mansion. His parents are always away though because they work in New York as a big time fashion designer and a wall street financial expert person. They make hella bank and combined with Cody's modeling money they can afford a lot of properties.

My parents, who both work as photographers for National Geographic, were sent to South Africa to work on a project there. I FaceTime them often and I'm even going to visit them for winter break but they didn't like the idea of me staying home alone.

Long story short, the Sutherlands are close family friends of ours it was only natural for me to stay with them while my parents are away. However, what my parents don't know is that I am living alone with Cody while his parents mostly live in a giant penthouse in New York. I'd like to keep it that way. Also, Mr. and Mrs. Sutherland are extremely chill and they trust us both to be responsible adults and not do naughty things.

Boy, are they wrong. Cody's mansion parties are epic and we do many naughty things that would be frowned upon by our parents, but I digress.

So essentially things worked out for everyone. I got to stay with my boyfriend, Cody's parents are in blissful ignorance of the ongoings inside the mansion, and my parents are living it I'm taking photos in South Africa. Who could ask for a better set up?

I decided to get a ride home with Chelsea, while Jen covers for me at cheer practice. She's going to tell the coach that I got the flu from Weird Wilma. Chelsea has a family thing after school today or else I would have just gone to her place.

I hate lying to my own squad but they would understand if they knew the actual circumstance. Yeah I'm captain but I trust the girls can make it one day without me. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures.

I wouldn't let Cody take me home from cheer today because if I did, he would get his way with me. As much as I love him, there's no way I'm going to let Cody angry-fûck me tonight. My precious pocket is still sore from last weekend's "adventure". He tried to be gentle and he was, at first. But then he got more rough and he went deeper than usual. It felt amazing but I regretted it later because I was so sore I couldn't move.

I still haven't managed to fit him entirely inside yet. His massive length combined with a wide girth make it hard for my tight little bud to accommodate him in his entirety. We're getting there but we're taking it slow.

But one thing's for sure: I'm most definitely not ready to be dicked down again by his monster penis anytime soon.

I hop into Chelsea's Honda Civic and we start driving. The plan is to drop me off at my house so I can get my bag and car keys so I can drive to the mall. I need to run a few errands and kill time so I can go to Jen's house after she finishes practice.

I couldn't go to practice because Cody would have taken me home by force and not allowed me to go home with Jen. It's happened before, and it will happen again. Only, this time, I will have a head start.

I sit back in the car with a smug smile on my face as I imagine his expression when he realizes I didn't go to practice. He gets mad about that kind of shit because he thinks a captain should never miss a practice.

Well take that, Cody, and shove it up your ass. You can't be so controlling all the time and get away with it.

Hopefully tomorrow he will have cooled off and I will go home. He won't get any kisses because of the little stunt he pulled today, but he can have some cuddles of course. I hope Rolfe is okay. 

So let's go over how today's been so far...
My boyfriend got into a fight over me? Check!
Cody does something irrational, again? Checkerooo!
Public humiliation? Check!
Great day, right?

But trust me, it only gets worse.

When we pull up to the gates to the mansion, I wave Chelsea goodbye before watching her drive away. After typing the code and locking it after I get inside, my body freezes. I notice Cody's fancy sports car in front of the garage.

Well fúck me with a power drill because I sure am screwed.

I have to remind myself to breathe before I forget again and pass out due to lack of oxygen. Yes, that's happened before and no, I wouldn't recommend it.

Why is he home? How does he know about my plan? Or does he even know about it? Has he calmed down yet? Maybe he took the red sports car today instead of his usual black favorite. I realize I only have one choice: to sneak inside and grab my car keys from my room.

Ugh, I know. It's mission infuckingpossible but I have to try.



A/N
Soooo what did y'all think?
For those of you waiting for the smut, it is coming up soon so don't you worry your pretty little heads.

My favorite line of this chapter is: "Well fúck me with a power drill because I sure am screwed." I might start saying it in real life. I'll have to see how that goes...

Anyways, baiii see you all in the next chapter.

~Bea

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