Chapter 3
I kept my head down the rest of the ride, pure embarrassment making my face hot. I kept my legs together, and squeezed tightly to try to slow my pulse. This bitch left me horny and frustrated. I am going to kill him. Wayne's car stopped.
I looked to the right and saw my house. The sun was coming up and school was in an hour and a half. I better get inside and check on Simon, sober him up, but Wayne stopped me.
"Are you still hungry?" he said, grabbing the bag of food and opening it up for me. I reached in and pulled out my breakfast, still not looking him in the eyes. He drank his coffee and leaned back in his seat. I shouldn't be so nervous.
I ate the food he bought for me. Wayne even ordered it for me. I hate ordering for myself; it's so awkward. I liked that he did that for me, but I hated the thought of him thinking he had to.
"Bethany?" Wayne drew my attention. He never calls me by my first name. I turned to him and met his eyes. "You've got something on your face."
As if I wasn't embarrassed already. He reached out to get it off, but I pushed his hand away. I can't let him touch me. I flipped open the sun viser and looked in the mirror. There wasn't anything there, but a big hickey was growing on my neck, a violet bruise from his lips.
I gritted my teeth and turned to him, and he wore the most smug smile. "What the hell, Anderson!" I yelled. "You bastard, I don't know how to hide this!"
"Don't. Show everyone you belong to me."
I can't believe his words. "I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone." I took off his sweatshirt and threw it at him. He let out a chuckle and looked me up and down. I glanced down at what he was looking at. My tanktop had slid all the way up to the bottom of my chest. I quickly pulled it down.
"My brother can't find out," I said sternly.
"He won't."
"He will. I'm just your rebound, Anderson."
His smile disappeared and he shook his head lightly, then expression changed, replaced with a playful smirk. He's messing with me now. I opened the car door, grabbed my orange juice, and slammed the door. I ran across the grass, away from him.
When I reached for the front door and it was already open. Mom must have left it unlocked again. I turned it quietly and stepped in without a peep. I tip-toed into my room and shut the door, locking it behind me.
I slid down the wall and put my head in my hands. This was not what I imagined when I thought of being with him. I did like the way he made me feel, but I never thought he would actually do the things I dreamed of him doing. I wanted him to do more to me in the car, and I still do. He probably thought of me as a casual fuck, but I dusted those thoughts away. But now I have an actual problem on my hands. I need to get rid of the hickey that is still developing on my neck.
I crawled over to my nightstand and called the only person that could help. My best friend, Anna. She answered almost immediately.
"Bethany, I saw your brother-"
"I want to hear the rest, but now is not the time," I said, my words coming out at rapid speed. "We have a code purple."
"We never had a code purple before," Anna said, confusion painted in her voice. "What does it mean?"
"I was in a situation that I could have stopped, but didn't." For some reason, I was hesitant to tell her. "You can never ask who gave it to me."
"Oh no, do you have an STD?"
"NO!" I yelled. I groaned and lowered my voice. "Do you know how to cover a hickey?"
Anna fully gasped into the phone. "You have a hickey!"
"Yeah, yeah, it's amazing." I said, unenthusiastically. "Now, do you know how to cover it?"
"Shit Beth, I used all of my colored concealers last weekend."
What am I supposed to do? Anna knows that I have a hickey, she will never stop asking me who it was. I need to cover this up, and fast.
"Ok," I whispered. "I'll see you at school." Then I hung up.
I looked up how long a hickey lasts. It could last two weeks? I am going to kill Wayne Anderson.
I got ready for school like normal, trying to distract myself from what just happened. I picked out an outfit that could sort of cover it.
It would buy me some time. I curled my hair to use as an excuse. I burnt myself with a curling iron I would say. Oldest trick in the book, maybe not as believable, but it was my only shot. To make it believable, I hissed out in fake pain to draw attention.
I walked out of the bathroom and straight into the kitchen. I put about 7 spoons in the freezer so they would be cold by the time I got back from school. I read online that it would make the bruise not as deeply colored.
I grabbed the orange juice from McDonalds and a bottle of water and headed to Simon's room. He was awake, but he wasn't alone.
"You need to drink water, man," Wayne said, holding a glass of water in front of his face. I thought he would leave, but he is still my brother's friend. He is your brother's friend. I said to myself nothing can happen.
Simon grumbled, sat up and took the glass, swallowing its contents. Wayne paid me a glance and twisted his lips. I knew he was holding in a smile. I didn't care. I confidently pushed him away and kneeled by Simon's bed.
"What were you thinking, drinking on a weekday?" I whisper-yelled. "Mom could have found out."
"Please don't tell her, Beth," Simon pleaded.
"I won't tell her, but you owe me." I warned.
"Mmhmm," he hummed, laying back down on his bed. Simon squinted and furrowed his brows. He pointed at his own neck. "What happened there?"
Oh shit. It is noticeable. I covered it with my hand and cleared my throat. "I burnt myself with a curler."
"Oh, okay." Simon looked like he believed it. I stood back up and walked to his closet. I saw Wayne's blank face on the way. I gave him a look that said keep your mouth shut.
I picked out a white graphic tee and some denim pants. Wayne helped Simon stand in the process. I threw the outfit on his bed.
"You know, Freeman, you should be more careful with that curling iron," Wayne said and I knew this little interaction was filling his ego.
"I'll never do it again, Anderson," I answered. "It was a mistake."
"Knowing you, I think you will."
I turned around and drank my orange juice. I could hear Simon changing behind me. I still don't trust Wayne alone with him. Wayne is a bad influence, and not just on Simon.
"Alright, come on lets get some food in you," Wayne said sympathetically.
I strolled out of the room and the boys followed me. The time was 7:45 am, so Simon just grabbed a banana, we grabbed our backpacks, and walked out.
Wayne drove and Simon sat in the front seat. I didn't have any other rides, so I settled with him. He had cleaned out the McDonalds trash. Destroying the evidence. I gotta give him credit, he was smart. But not smart enough.
He forgot the coffee cup.
Both of our drinks had the McDonalds logo. If Simon was a little less hungover, he definitely would have noticed. We both sipped our drinks on the way to school.
Wayne looked at me through the rear view mirror. His brown eyes shined with a hazel outline. I saw him wink at me. He is playing a dangerous game.
"We shouldn't have gone to that club," Simon whined. Wayne's eyes shifted back to the road. "Why did you have to break up with Kelsey on a weekday?"
"Sorry, I should have waited till the weekend," Wayne apologized sarcastically. "I'll do that next time."
"Next time?" I questioned out loud. I shut my mouth automatically. I'm an idiot.
"Yes, Freeman, next time," he answered me in a distant voice. "It's not like I'm never gonna date again."
I nodded instead of replying verbally. I looked beside me and saw Wayne's black hoodie. I wanted to run my hand over to feel its smooth fabric. I wanted to wear it and have Wayne run his hands over it. And under it. Then, take it off and...
Stop it, Beth.
I crossed my legs and looked out the window. While turning a corner, Wayne looked over his shoulder and glanced at my legs. He turned to the front again and let out a comedic exhale.
Shut up, Anderson I wanted to say through my already gritted teeth. I hated the effect he had on me. And I hated that he knew.
We arrived at the school shortly after. The parking lot was flooded with late students walking around, including ourselves. I quickly found Anna in the crowd and basically ran towards her. She looked up from her phone and smiled.
"Hey, Anna-"
"Where is it? Where is it! Let me see!" Anna squealed. A few heads turned our way. I grabbed her elbow and led her into the hallway.
"Keep your voice down," I whispered angrily. I pulled her into the bathroom that I knew was the least busiest. I shut and locked the door while Anna checked the stalls for girls.
"All clear, now start talking."
I exhaled and moved my hair to the side. Her eyes widened and she dropped her jaw.
"He kissed me and I didn't tell him to stop. I actually told him to do more," I began. "He, um, sort of choked me then pulled away. He just, I don't know-"
"What else happened?" Anna pleaded me to continue.
"I took a sweatshirt off and my tank top underneath rolled up to my boobs. I was a little self conscious because I'm not the thinnest person. My body is more in the larger region, as you know, and I was really scared he was going to judge me or something." Anna nodded to show she was listening.
"He rubbed my inner thigh." I admitted. I had to tell her more and she smiled and pressed her lips together. "He was really close to my, um-"
"HOLY SHIT, BETHANY FREEMAN!" Anna screamed in shock. She shook my shoulders and I giggled.
"These walls aren't soundproof, Anna, keep your voice down."
"Please, please tell me who he is!"
My grin faded and I twiddled my thumbs. "I can't tell you."
Anna dropped my shoulders and looked like I just slapped her. "Oh. That's okay." She smiled a little. "When you wanna tell me, you can."
"I want to tell you, I really do, but I can't."
"The bell is going to go off any minute," Anna said, changing the subject. "We better go."
She walked through the door and I followed. There were only a couple of students in the hallway by their lockers.
A hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into the bathroom. Wayne shut and locked the door. What is his problem?
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled. I don't even care that people could hear me, this guy has issues.
Wayne grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall. He stared down at me, eyes dilated. He smirked at my confusion and showed off his stunning white teeth. The sides of my lips quirked up. He looked at me like he wanted nothing more than to smash his lips on mine.
"What are you doing, Anderson?" I whispered.
"Looking at my artwork." Wayne took my neck in his large hand and leaned my head back. He ran his thumb over the hickey he made earlier. He hummed in pleasure. "My masterpiece."
"Wayne, we're at school."
"Oh, please Bethany, let me turn this canvas purple."
I closed my eyes at the thought. Wayne kissed all over my exposed skin. I gasped at his full lips and the subtle slip of his tongue. I moaned when he grazed over the top of my collarbone. He began to suck and lick the sensitive spot.
"Mmm, right there," I whined.
"Yeah, right there?" He growled mockingly against my skin.
I grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and one of his belt loops with the other and pulled him closer, desperately. Wayne groaned and gripped my waist with both hands, connecting them with his like magnets. My breathing quickened and his mouth sucked harder.
The school bell rang. For a second, I forgot where we were. Wayne didn't stop. I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away.
"No, no, no," Wayne begged. He hugged my waist and dragged his bottom lip against the spot. I rolled my eyes to the back of my head in desire. When I opened them, Wayne had a questioning and satisfied look.
"What was that?" He asked.
I swallowed. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said in denial.
Wayne's hands slid down from my waist to my hips. I grabbed his jaw firmly and lifted his chin.
"Hands off," I demanded seductively.
Wayne opened his mouth in pleasant shock and raised an eyebrow. I felt each of his long fingers leave my body. I grinned smugly and walked to the door.
"Ooo, you're gonna regret that," Wayne said deeply.
I unlocked the door and didn't pay him a glance. "Oh yeah, sure," I said sarcastically. I strutted out of the bathroom and I could feel the second mark forming.
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