For The Ones We Love

Swerve

It was Monday morning, and December 1st. Jamaya told me about the incident with the glove at the fair on Saturday. It kinda made me freak out; why was this person watching our every move? I was afraid of who would become their next victim. Jamaya also told me about her feelings for Prince. I honestly think they should date. I mean, its almost obvious that Prince feels the same way about her. The way he acts so goofy and stupid when they're around each other. Even though Prince acted stupid all the time, but 'ya know. Anyways, I was walking up the stairs to my first period class, which was on the top freaking floor. I stopped for a few seconds to take a breath. I was on the third floor; I was only half way there. “Need some assistance?” A voice from behind me called as I recollected myself to keep walking. I jumped, then rolled my eyes. “What part of leave me alone don't you understand?” Jared put on the stupid little smirk he had around me. “I just can't stand to be away from you, baby.” He tried to wrap his arms around my waist, but I pushed him away. “I am not your damn baby! Get away from me.” He looked at me hurt, “But I thought you were gonna come to me if things went wrong with Prodigy?” I glared at him, “I didn't mean it. And besides, things worked out with me and Prodigy anyways. Him and I are meant to be. You and I? We're not. Just let it go. I've moved on, why haven't you?” I didn't stay much longer. I began my trek up the rest of the stairs, when I heard him call back at me. “You're gonna wish you took me back, Amber.” I turned around to see his cold eyes, staring back at me. This seriousness was a side of Jared that was very rare; I could tell he meant what he said. He walked off in the opposite direction. I needed to watch my back. I already had Bahja and B.D. against me, the last thing I needed was Jared hating me too. I finally reached the top floor. My class room was all the way down the hallway. As I walked, I ran into Jamaya, who was rushing to her English class. “Amber, bro. Guess what?” I shrugged, “What?” She smiled, “I finally figured out how I feel about Princeton. I like him. I mean really really like. So, I'm gonna ask him out.” My eyes widened, “Aw, oh my gosh! I hope everything works out for you two. You're gonna be the cutest couple.” She blushed. “Thanks girl. Now, I gotta go. I'm forever late for this class! Later,” she said as she ran down the stairs. I swear, Jamaya was a mess, but that's what I loved about her. I continued walking down the hall until I reached my class, room 530. As I reached for the door knob, I felt the sensation come over me. The one that bothered me the night Ray got hurt, and the night B.D. shocked Laurielle. I already knew what this feeling meant, so I got goosebumps immediately after. Something was gonna go wrong today. I just hoped that no one would get seriously injured this time. I needed to stay on my toes, cause I have a feeling I might be B.D.'s next target.

-Later That Day-

    I was at home now. I have been paranoid all day, and I was even more paranoid now because I was home alone. I was upstairs in my room, struggling with my Trigonometry homework. I called Prod over to help me, so I was expecting him to arrive any minute now. I hopped off my bed and opened the window, the heat in my room was blaring. I crawled back into my bed and tried to focus on this math, but I kept getting distracted. I stared at my huge vanity mirror across from my bed; it was perfectly clean. I actually started to drift off to sleep, until I heard the door bell ring. I jumped up from my bed, and my papers flew everywhere. I picked them up, and walked downstairs to let Prod in. I opened the door, and saw Prod’s beautiful face smiling back at me. I let him in, waved at Walter, and led him to my room. I sat at the head of my bed, while he sat at the foot of the bed. I grabbed my notebook. “Okay Prod, this is what I need help with. If the square root of ‘X minus one equals two, how could I prove that X equals 5?’” I looked up to Prod, waiting for him to help me. He just sat there and stared into my eyes. I looked at him weirdly. “Um, Prod? Did you hear me?” He nodded, “Yeah, I heard you.” “So why didn’t you answer?” I asked him. “Because….” He said as he came closer to me, “I could think of a few better things to do than Trig.” I smirked, “Prod, this homework has to get done.” He came closer than before, “Oh, it’ll get done. Eventually. In the mean time….” Without hesitation, he pinned my arms down to the bed. I tried to wiggle free, but I just have up, because honestly, I couldn’t resist. He leaned down over me, smirking as I waited expectantly. He didn’t hesitate this time as he kissed me, but only on my bottom lip. He lingered there, sucking on it as I felt my face and body get hot. He let my arms go and I wrapped them around him as he shrugged out of the thin jacket he wore. I rubbed my hands over his back and exposed arms, pulling him closer to me as our breathing speed increased. He moved from my lip down to my neck and my back arched. He leaned up slightly looking down at my shirt and pulling it over my head so that I was only in my tanktop and bra. He smirked at me again, kicking his shoes off onto my floor and kicking my homework off my bed. He rolled over onto his back and sat me on his chest. He pulled my arms this time, bringing me to him, and placed his lips against the base of my neck. It was as if we were frozen for a minute, because he didn’t do anything. His lips sat there, breathing warm air onto my neck and turning me on at the same time. “Prod are you—“ I broke off as his lips started to move. He brought out his tongue and sucked at my skin. Something about his tongue against my skin was turning me on like never before. I gasped sharply and arched my back, trying to pull away involuntarily. He didn’t let me though. He pulled me back half-roughly, and kept going, nipping at my skin every so often causing me to moan. I wrapped one of my hands around his arm and the other at his neck and lowered myself down closer to his mouth. He brought his lips to mine and let his hands travel along my backside, touching my butt and thigh every so often causing me to shiver. I moaned into the kiss as he touched my thigh with his cold hands and he gave a small laugh as I involuntarily started to grind against his jeans. He grinded right back, and the feeling of my clothes and his clothes rubbing against each other, and against me had me going crazy. Both of our breathing increased at a pace I wasn’t even sure was healthy for human beings. He stuck one hand down my tanktop, grabbing me with his cold hands causing me to moan out loud and grind against him even harder. He wasn’t laughing anymore, he was full out thrusting into my shorts and squeezing my nipples and causing them to get hard against his touch. “Prod,” I gasped as he moved his lips back to my neck, licking it in the same pace as I ground against him, “I think we," I moaned again, "I think—" I couldn’t get out what I had to say because before I could he thrust against me so roughly and in such a spot that I moaned really loud and he shuddered against me, “Amber?” he said hazily. “Yes,” I answered back breathlessly. “You talk to much,” he kissed me for a while afterwards as my grinding slowed down. “Prod?” I said equally as hazy. “Yes Amber,” he sounded sleepy. “Did you cum in your pants?” I started to giggle at the length of time it took him to answer. He laughed with me, nothing could cover it up, “Shut up, it’s your fault.” “I’m definitely telling the girls this,” I yawned and then my brain caught up with me, “Shit Prod! My homework! My mom’s gonna be home soon. We have to—" I froze as I began to turn around. In the place that I least expected it. I screamed. Prod lifted his head, “What happened?” I couldn't even speak, I was furious and terrified at the same time. Too many emotions ran through my head. I pointed to the mirror. And when Prod saw what I saw, he was in shock too. On the huge mirror across from my bed, there was something written on it. It read:

“CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.
                                                                  –♢”

It was written in thick, pink lipstick. I know for a fact that that writing wasn't there when Prod came over. Prod and I completely stopped what we were doing. He put on his shirt, and I put back on my blue cashmere sweater. I paced around the room, nervous, and determined to find out how that got there. This really wasn't making any sense. How could someone be in this room long enough to write that when Prod and I were here the whole time? Unless… I looked over, and all my fears were confirmed. The window was still open. The person must've snuck through the window while Prod and I were…… So did this mean B.D. was in my room? My fear and anxiety suddenly turned into a frenzy of anger. I knocked a few bottles of lotion from my desk. It was on an impulse, I needed to do something to release some of this rage. Prod put his arms around my shoulders. “Shhh, keep calm Amber. All B.D. wants is a reaction out of you.” I knew he was right, my I was just too mad to listen. “I don't care Prod! This little bitch has been messing with me for too long! They were in my fucking room, Prod! This shit isn't going any further.” Before Prod had a chance to make a remark, I pulled out my phone. I didn't know of this plan would work, but I tried anyway. I got on Twitter, and tweeted:

Amberrr (@Musik_iss_ME)
You think you're so smart B.D.? I know you're probably watching my every move right now. This chaos, ends now. REVEAL YOURSELF.

I knew my followers wouldn't know what I was talking about, so that wasn't really an issue. All I knew was that B.D. must've seen that tweet, given they watch everything I do. I have to admit, the thought of someone watching everything I did was creepy, annoying, and scary. But I wasn't really thinking about that; I was too focused on finding out who B.D. was, once and for all. I impatiently waited for a response. After a few minutes, my phone began vibrating in my pocket. I looked at it, and the number was blocked. I looked at Prod, who looked back at me with concerned eyes. Part of me really wanted to ignore the call, and just wished that all of this drama went away. But another part of me wanted to answer the call, in hopes of stopping this B.D. situation once and for all. The second part of me was stronger. I got out my phone and picked it up. I put it on speaker so Prod could hear. My voice cracked from nerves as I answered. “H-hello?” A deep voice, obviously disguised by some sort of device, spoke on the other line. “You think you're so smart, Amber? You wanna find things out so bad? Meet me by the gym at your school. Right now. ALONE. I'll be waiting.” The next thing I heard was a dial tone, I guess they hung up. I almost trembled after that experience. I mean, I just spoke to B.D., the person who has been harassing my friends and I for almost a month, over the phone. And now they wanted to meet face to face. This was totally getting settled right now. Without hesitation, I ran downstairs. I could hear Prod following behind me. I grabbed my coat and my keys, and before I could rush out the door, I could feel Prod hold me back. He spoke calmly, “Amber, are you sure you wanna do this? I mean, you know what B.D. is capable of doing, so do you really wanna meet with them, face to face? Alone?” I nodded, “Yes, why wouldn't I?” He sighed, “Because it's dangerous, Amber. Please don't do this, B.D. is just messing with you. I don't wanna see you hurt. Please, for me.” I could hear the fear in Prod's voice, but I knew what I had to do. “Prod, I'm sorry, but I have to. This may be the last time we get to reason with B.D. before someone else becomes a victim. It's now or never.” He nodded his head in understanding, “I see. But, I'm driving you there. I don't care if there's no adult in the car with me. I need to make sure you're safe. And I'll be waiting outside the school the whole time if anything goes wrong.” I nodded back. We both ran out of my house and into my mom's car. I knew she would kill me if she found out I used it, so I hoped this “meeting” with B.D. was over before she got home. Prod sped the car down the street. We were at my school in no time. Prod stopped the car at the curb, and I got out. Before I trekked inside the school, Prod stopped me one more time. “Amber, please, stay safe. If anything goes wrong, I'm waiting here. Just stay safe, for me.” He quietly begged me. I kissed him lightly to calm his nerves, and I went inside the building. The gym was at the other end of the school, so I had to walk down the long hallway to get there. The hallways of the school had an eerie vibe when no one was around, so I was definitely freaked out. I entered the gymnasium, and noticed that it was empty. I started to get really scarred; I wanted to run out and go back to Prod. But I knew that this was the only way to settle this. I began to speak. “Well, I'm here! Where are you? Show your face you little punk! I'm waiting.” Of course there was no reply. I stood in the middle of the gym, in complete silence, waiting for a sign that B.D. was there. After a few minutes, nothing happened, and I decided to call it quits. B.D. obviously wasn't showing up, and I was just wasting my time. I sighed, because I knew that this would probably be my only chance to meet B.D. face to face. I could of stopped all the drama right now, but they were no where in sight. As I turned on my heels to leave the gym, my phone began to vibrate in my pocket again. My whole body froze. I reached into my pocket and took my phone out, and saw that it was another Blocked caller. Hesitantly this time, I picked up the phone. “Hello?” I asked lowly. The same ominous, deep, disguised voice spoke into the phone. “Leaving so soon? I've been expecting you, Amber.”

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Shit. Just. Got. Real...

Best chapter yet, tbh. But it only gets better.

Amber is getting to speak to B.D. for the first time. What type of stuff will she find out?

And shout out to Briana for writing that scene between Prod and Amber; this chapter is dedicated to her! I'm not good with the freaky stuff… LOL. Check her amazing stories out! Love ya Bri ☺

It's about to be a showdown, y'all……