K I A R A ' S P.O.V
It's been a three weeks since my date with Aaron and I could still feel his lips touching mine. I remember every single part of it so vividly, every stroke of our lips, the merge of our tongues, the placement of his hands.
It was one of the best kisses of my life, definitely topping our first drunken one.
The moment I took control and smashed our lips together, everything slowly fell into place. Immediately he asserted this dominance over me, and grabbed a fistful of my hair, turning the kiss into a passionate make out. At some point I had climbed onto his lap, the whole of New York behind me as our tongues slid over each other others, deepening the already perfect kiss.
It was everything.
Then, he dropped me off at home leaving me to the vultures. My father, as usual, berated me with a twenty minute lecture since I had ditched my clueless guards.
Only after he stormed out in a rage, did my mum come running over to me, and I gushed over the date. Replaying ever moment in my head, as I told her everything.
Well, not everything. I conveniently left out the part about me agreeing to be Aaron's lover, but I told her about the kiss. It was a strange thing, talking to my mom about boys since I had never done it before but now I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to share this part of my life with her.
I told Tessa obviously and I even told Tristan about our kiss. I figured if I was being honest with Aaron about my feelings for Tristan, I should be honest with Tristan too. I still didn't let slip about the lovers part though, it wasn't like I told Aaron about our steamy moment in the lake.
So far, Tessa was the only one who knew the whole truth.
I was surprised that Tristan didn't get angry, instead he simply said it's fine and walked out the room. I half expected him to be ignoring me but no, he's acting like the perfect gentleman.
Me and Aaron have been texting since our date, and made plans to meet up at his house on Wednesday. I know it's been three weeks and in that time he's probably fucked at least ten girls, but we've both been so busy. Me with school and him with the gang.
I was looking forward to Wednesday though, I was practically bursting in anticipation!
The bell sounded, shocking me back to reality. I groaned, grabbing my bag, and making my way outside to the courtyard. Me and Tessa were planning to ditch fourth period and go to Starbucks, fortunately for me.
Before I could even reach the main hallway though, I was grabbed and yanked into a dark closet. My instincts immediately told me something was wrong, since Tristan no longer went to school, and I quickly elbowed whoever was behind me in the throat.
A choked guttural noise left the idiot, who thought it was a good idea to try and kidnap me. I reached forward, clicking the lights on, and turning around with my fists raised high.
I let out a sigh when I saw my so called intruder, and let my fists drop. "What the hell are you doing Sawyer? You can't just pull me into a closet whenever you want?"
"Kiara..." He slurred, his eyes bright red, underlined with dark circles.
"Sawyer, you're drunk and high? God, you haven't been to school in forever and now you show up like this?" I took a breath, in an effort to calm myself down. "Is because of what was said the last time we were together? Because I'm sorry but you're just going to have to get over it and move on with your life."
"Will you shut the fuck up?" He practically screamed, causing me to jolt back. "You're telling me to move on, when you're still mooing over that loser that broke your pathetic little heart. I wanted you, I wanted you! Yet, you just tossed me aside like one of your playthings. Was that all I was to you? Something you could just fuck to forget all your pain and heartbreak?"
I had never seen Sawyer like this before and something told me that he was dangerous. His hands were practically shaking and he stunk, making it clear he hadn't showered for days.
In his inebriated state, he wasn't Sawyer. He was someone else. A monster, and I was trapped with him.
"Of course, you are my friend and I care about you deeply, which is why you should go home and get sober. Hell, I'll even come with you if you want."
"Really?" His face lit up at the offer and I smiled sadly, nodding as I pushed back his outgrown hair.
"Of course, you've done the same for me." I remembered the time when I got completely drunk and had a few too many spliffs, on the anniversary of the day Tristan left me and my world came crumbling down. Sawyer found me in someone's apartment and carried me all the way back to his house. He held my hair back whilst I puked my guts out, held me whilst I cried and watched over me as I slept, making sure I didn't exactly choke on my own vomit during my sleep.
Despite all our history, we were friends before anything else and I cared for him, almost as much as I cared for Tessa. He's been there for me like no-one else has.
"Oh baby, I knew you would come back to me." He pressed me against the wall, burying his face into my neck as he began to plant sloppy kisses down my collarbone.
Grabbing the sleeve of my shirt, he ripped it off, exposing my breasts. "Sawyer, what are you doing?" I squirmed know his tight grip, my heart beginning to quicken in fear, as he looked up with a malicious smile.
"Let me fuck you before we go. I need to feel you, fuck, I need to be inside you." His hand delved up my skirt, instantly making me regret not choosing to wear pants, and cupped me.
"So, wet already? Mhh, baby I haven't started yet." He was completely delusional, I wasn't wet. Hell, I was drier than a bone, especially when one of my only friends was attempting to rape me.
"Sawyer, I'm giving you one last chance to stop." He yanked me forward, before shoving me back against the wall.
"It's him isn't it? Tristan, he's the one who broke your heart. Now he's back and you...want him too." I shook my head violently.
I needed to pretend to be on his side. If he thinks I am then I could manipulate him into letting me go. Luckily for me, I was also skilled in mixed martial arts and an avid kick-boxer, but I wanted to give him a chance.
"No, of course not. I've been with no-one since you." It wasn't a lie, my poor vagina hadn't been fucked for weeks. It was like some kind of record for me now. "You made me feel good Sawyer, but I needed some time for me."
"You've had enough time Kiara." He thrust forward savagely, his hips grounding against mine. "Doesn't that feel good?" He grunted out, as his erection brushed against my core.
"No, it doesn't. Please stop, we can go to your house and then I'll let you fuck me anyway you want." Hopefully, I could get him sober and back to normal. The Sawyer I knew, would never force me. Unless we were role playing of course.
"You think I'm stupid? I know what you're trying to do, and I want you now." The moment his fingers slipped into my panties, I kneed him right in the balls, pushing him off me, and watched as he crumbled to the ground.
His hands held his aching balls, and I yanked his head back, using a fistful of his hair. "I hope this knocks some common sense into you Sawyer," He narrowed his eyes at me in confusion, biting his lip as he tried hard to suppress an anguished scream.
Pulling my fist back, I launched it straight at his face, instantly knocking him out. My fist throbbed with pain but I shook it off, staring down at my work.
It's been a while since I knocked someone out, I had almost forgotten how fun it was.
I reached down, grabbing my bag and pulling out a jumper to hide my ripped shirt. Once I was sure that no-one could tell I had just been molested in a closet, I plastered a fake smile onto my face, before stepping out into the hallway.
Thankfully, no-one gave a fuck as I stormed out the building, walking straight to Tessa. "Hey, sorry I'm late I was...why is Tristan here?"
"Hi, to you too baby-girl." He said smugly, seated in the driver's seat.
"He's gone back to following you around all day and saw me standing outside. He guessed I was waiting for you and forced me to tell him our plans."
I huffed in frustration, bending down to talk to my stalker. "It's just Starbucks." He shrugged his shoulders, smirking in response and revving the engine.
"Fine, just let him drive us. Hopefully a white chocolate mocha will help me forget the events of this dreadful day." Tessa frowned as I slid into the back next to her.
"What happened?" Glancing at her, I rolled my eyes.
"It's a long fucking story."
***
"Remember, the party?" Colton, the captain of the baseball team, said with a smile, as I leant back against my locker. He'd been trying to convince me to go his party for days now but each time my answer has been no, yet now, I just wanted to let loose for a night.
"Okay, I'll be there. Great, party's next Friday." He was about to leave, when he suddenly turned back around. "Oh and invite Tristan. After he kissed you butt naked, I'm guessing you guys know each other."
I chuckled under my breath, briefly reliving the moment. "Something like that,"
"I hope you guys don't know each other that well. I'm basically throwing this party, as an excuse to hang out with you."
"Why didn't you just ask me out?" He shrugged, a lazy smile on his handsome face.
"I figured you'd say no." Grinning, I took a step forward, so my hot breath could fan his cheek.
"You were right," I swiftly swerved past him, hearing him belch out a laugh, as I walked outside.
Tristan forced us to make it back in time for fourth period and luckily for me, the day flew by. All I wanted to do when I got home was run myself a hot bath and light some candles, and listen to some James Bay.
"See, I told you it wouldn't be that bad." Tristan teased, as he opened up the door for me.
"You were wrong, it was hell." I couldn't help but smile as I spoke. "By the way, we're going to a party next Friday." He nodded, even though I wasn't giving him a choice.
"I picked up a CD from your favourite band." My mouth fell agape.
"You got The Fray?" He shook his head, a breathless laugh leaving his throat.
"No, your real favourite band. The Jonas Brothers." I slapped his chest as he burst out into laughter, but I couldn't help but giggle myself.
"Why are you wearing that? It's like a million degrees." Before I could stop him, he'd already began lifting the jumper off my head, exposing my ripped shirt. Without a word, he pulled it down and walked to the other side of the car, sliding into his seat.
I took in a sharp inhale of air, climbing into the car and watching as he turned on the ignition and sped off.
The moment he parked the car, I could sense a change in the atmosphere. He was still ignoring me, yet something else was wrong. His breathing was heavier and he holding onto the steering wheel like it was his lifeline.
Tentatively, I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder. He flinched at my touch, as it burned him. "Tristan, are you okay?"
A breathing became ragged but yet he nodded. It was a lie, I could tell just from the way he was muttering things under his breath. Okay, this was scary now.
"Tristan? What's wrong?" He sighed, counting to three, before turning to face me. Suddenly, he had a sad smile on his face and a look of...disappointment.
"It's okay Kiara, the whole thing just makes me mad." I frowned in confusion, but urged for him to carry on. "I get it, you're a woman with needs and I understand that you felt the need to sleep with someone else, I just wish that someone was me." Bitch what?
"Hang on, you think I slept with someone else?" He gave me a look that said, duh. I scoffed. "Am I really that much of whore that you would think that? You don't think there's any other kind of explanation? Like someone forced themselves on me?"
"Wait, someone tried to rape you?" All that sadness and disappointment had gone, replaced with worry.
"Key word, tried. Don't worry I can handle myself." I got out the car, ignoring the calls of my name, and storming towards the one place I knew could help calm me down. The gym.
Luckily, I stored some leggings and a tank top there in case I ever needed it, so after quickly changing, I wrapped my knuckles, and then started to kick my favourite punching bag.
It was purple, especially for me after I went through a light obsession with the colour when I was 14.
I punched the bag twice, before letting my knee collide with the hard surface. I wanted to release my rage and frustration, I wanted to let it out.
"What happened?" I heard his voice before I saw him, yet still, I didn't look back. No, instead, I focused on the bag. Punching it five times times and then kicking it in the middle.
He grabbed the bag, forcefully making it come to a halt. I stepped back, panting and sweating, my eyes turning into angry slits as one of the sources of my pain came into view.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Helping you." Tristan ripped off his shirt in one swift move and threw it across the room. Now he was left in nothing but a pair of grey shorts. From the smug smirk on his face, the cocky arse new exactly what he was doing.
"I am not having sex with you."
"Who said anything about sex? Let's spar." He grabbed some tape, wrapping around his knuckles and movies the punching bag aside.
"No, I'm not doing it." He scoffed, like I was the one being ridiculous
"You're angry at me, so take it out on me. You need this come on, show me how much I hurt you." When I didn't move, he stopped closer. "I left you. I tricked you, I lied to you. Just so I could help Aaron take down your father."
My fist struck on its own, every part of me blinded by rage as I launched at him. He blocked me, grabbing my waist and pinning me to the ground. Even though he was strong, I was agile, and managed to roll out from underneath him, using my heel to dig into his waist and take him down.
I ended up on top of him, and landed blow after blow, on his face. Angry tears pricked the corners of my eyes, as I released tears of pent up anger into my punches.
When I realised he wasn't fighting back, I stopped. "Fight back! Fight back!" I screamed in frustration, slamming my fists against the mat besides him.
Grabbing my fists, he pinned them behind my back and sat up. I was seated on his lap, bawling my eyes out but I didn't care. I was lost.
"Who attacked you?" I shook my head, knowing Tristan wouldn't spare Sawyer if he knew the truth. "Okay, you don't have to tell me. Did he hurt you?" I shook my head again
"I knocked him out before he could." I mumbled, my voice sounding hoarse.
"That's my girl." He bent up, and pressed a loving kiss onto my forehead. I let my thumb brush away some blood, tricking down his chin from the busted lip I gave him. "Do you feel better now?"
Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh. Suddenly, it felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I needed that, god knows I did, and now I felt so much better.
"Yes, thank you."
"Don't thank me. You don't ever have to thank me for anything. Your forgiveness is enough." I smiled back at him.
"Well, you're forgiven." He chuckled, resting his sweaty forehead against mine. I sighed in content, daring to open my eyes. He was so beautiful, even with a busted lip, and I found myself immersed in the little bubble we were in.
He slowly opened his eyes too, his gaze drifting down to my lips. Giving me a look, as if asking for permission, I nodded.
Aaron said we were non-exclusive and besides it was just a kiss. After today, all I needed was some love, someone to just be there for me. And Tristan was that someone.
Our lips brushed against each other once and I was done for. He was slow, and despite every fibre of my being wanting to kiss him like there was no tomorrow, I let him control the kiss. I let him made my body shiver and shake with every stroke of our lips.
I felt him smile against my lips, and I moaned when our tongues collided. "I love you," He murmured, but I pretended not to hear it, as he continued to pleasure my mouth.
His hands drifted down to cup my ass, and he squeezed it gently, before rolling us over and allowing me to become lost in our moment of passion.
________________________________
A/N: Thoughts on Sawyer?
What about the fighting scene at the end? It was honestly one of my favourite Triara moments!
Bring a smile to my face and please press that vote button. Also feel free to write a comment, I love hearing from you guys! ❤️