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Chapter 9: When it Rains...
Marco walked over and kissed me and we fell backwards onto the bed. Marco kissed my stomach as I took off my shirt and he took of his. I felt his tongue glide across my skin and I shivered and moaned in ecstasy.
"I don't want to hurt you." Marco said, sliding off my underwear, " It might hurt, but it'll be okay, alright?" I nodded and he inserted a finger. After I got comfortable, he inserted another and began moving them in and out. Then he moved up and kissed me, then his mouth found my neck and he sucked and licked at my neck. Marco came back up to eye level and said, " Ok, this is going to hurt a little, if you want my to stop, just say so, ok baby?" he asked. I nodded and I felt something cold and wet, then I felt something else near my ass. I felt something press against my anal ring and I felt it slip in and the pain shot across my body and I watched Marco's face fill with pleasure and his mouth shot open as if he was about to scream and I lifted my head up and kissed him to keep us both quiet. Marco slid all the way into me and stopped. We were moaning into each other's mouths as he started to move in and out. The pain began to dissipate and pure pleasure filled me as he began moving in and out of me and we began to make-out furiously as he slid in and out of me.
"Fuck, Marco." I moaned, " I love you."
Marco paused, then moaned, " I love you too. You feel so good."
Then, we decided to do it again. But I tried to cover myself a little bit.
Marco chuckled inwardly, " Don't be shy, I think your body is hot." he smirked.
"I just..." Then it hit me, this was what I had been waiting for. I might be able to make love to him again. And if there was one person I wanted to make love to it was Marco, so I kissed him passionately. As I kissed him, we fell out of the bed, onto the floor but he stopped.
"Are you sur..." Marco said, but I pressed my finger against his face. I felt him kiss my stomach and slid his tongue over my abs. He quickly found his way to my dick and began to suck it. As he sucked my dick, I moaned with pleasure, and Marco smiled. He moved farther down and stuck two fingers in my ass, twirling them in a clockwise motion. Marco quickly unbuckled his pants and slid off his underwear, revealing his 8" dick and he pressed it against my ass. I grabbed his head and pushed my lips against his, causing his dick to slip into my ass, then he moved his lips down and began to suck on my neck. As his rhythm began to increase, he began to pound into my ass and I moan, calling out his name! He raised away from me, his dick still in my ass, and split my legs. He began to pound me harder as I ran my hands across his abs and twisted his nipples. As he drove his dick into me, our eyes locked and it was like we were one in that moment. After a while, I felt Marco's dick spasm inside my ass and soon there was a warm feeling as we both came together, me on his chest and him in my ass, " I love you." he said, collapsing onto my chest.
"I love you too." I said, exhausted and I drifted into sleep.
I woke up with the slightest pain. I wasn't sure if there was a slight pain in my heart or my ass. I was confused, I knew there was something different, but what? What happened? I had the best dream though, me and Marco. Marco and I. It was a real dream, as if I was seriously living it. I stared up at the ceiling, then I realized I someone was in my bathroom! I jumped out, feeling extra sore and looked at my room. It was chaotic! There were things knocked over all around my room and the sheets were off the bed. The door to the bathroom opened and I almost fainted as Marco came out, wearing only a pair of skintight undies.
"Oh..." I said, realizing that my innocent dream was not an innocent dream.
"Are you freaking out?" Marco asked.
I started to shake my head, but stopped, " Did you...umm, freak out?" I asked.
"No." he said without a thought.
"I just didn't wanna be the only one to not have to think about it." I said without a breath.
"So...umm..." Marco said nervously.
"Awkward, yeah. Are you nervous because you didn't want it to happen? Cause I understand if you are. I mean..." I said quickly.
"No." he smiled, moving to me, " I'm good. You seem to be freaking out."
"Did I actually tell you that I had a crush on you?" I said, fully embarassed.
"Yes." he chuckled, " I think it's sweet."
"Sweet?" I asked, looking to my bed, " I think I just went from something Hill-ish to something more 'Sex and the City' -ish.
"You've had sex once and you're, what? Samantha?" Marco asked.
"What is going on? This is going too fast." I said, clutching my head, " What about Julie? And Davis? Then there's..." I stopped as he kissed me, " Ha..." I shivered.
"Was that good or bad?" Marco asked.
"Oh, it's...uh huh, yeah..." I stammered.
"I should get going." Marco sighed, " I wanna stay here with you."
"Does this mean we're dating?" I asked.
"I don't know. I want to ask you." Marco said, " So..."
"Is this gonna change us? I mean, are you and me..." I said carefully, " I've wanted you since we were younger, but..."
"But?' Marco asked, putting his pants on, " Are you sure?"
"I love you so much, but I can't be 100% with you until I figure out things between me and Davis." I explained.
Marco nodded, " I understand. And this isn't going to change anything. I'm always gonna be here for you and we'll always be friends." he said, hugging me.
I looked at him, wanting to kiss him again, " Besides, I think Julie would disapprove." I chuckled.
He broke the hug and walked to the door, pulling is shirt on over his built frame, " I'll see you later." he smiled, leaving.
I sighed and fell back on the bed. There was so much drama and all I needed to do was to sift through all of this. But Graduation is only a few weeks away. What was I going to do?
Christina rolled over, shocked to see Zack sleeping next to her. She chuckled to herself, wondering if this had been the only discretion she had done last night. After Davis had rejected her, it was all she could do to not be bitter and cry or slit his tires. He had been chasing someone. Dating someone. Zack had just been a fluke. Hannah had seen through his bullshit and finally dumped his slimy ass. His muscular, slimy ass. His cue, muscular ass. She looked over at him and smiled to herself again, making sure not to wake him up. She had so much to do, but all she wanted to do is lay there. Of course she couldn't. She had to get the cheerleaders ready for the last cheer and appoint the new head cheerleader. Then there was the whole "Graduating in Two Weeks" things. That and she had to make sure that no one saw Zack.
As Marco came into the house, Hannah sat up on the couch. Harry snored on the recliner and Marco chuckled at the sight.
"Hey." Hannah said, " Where've you been?"
"The question is where have you been." Marco asked.
"Here." Hannah said, looking out the door, " Where's Adaen?"
"Why would you ask that?" Marco said, looking at her instantly.
"Because you left with him. He seemed mad when he left, any idea why?" Hannah inquired.
"I thought you were mad at him." Marco smirked.
"Shut up." Hannah chuckled, " I was wrong."
"That's all?" Marco asked.
"Whaddya mean?" she asked.
"You outed him in front of everyone, embarrassed him in front of more people, and hurt him on so many different levels." Marco said. Hannah sighed, " I'm not saying that you're not sorry, but 'I'm wrong' is not gonna cut this one."
"Are you mad at me now?" Hannah asked.
"No, I just want you to know the real deal." he said.
"You were with him, weren't you? And he...he said that?" Hannah asked.
"Hannah, I'm just gonna let you know that you messed up and you've done things that you shouldn't have." Marco said, walking to his room.
"So does this mean ice cream is not the answer?" Hannah called after him.
"I don't think so." Harry said drowsily, standing beside her, " Looks like you're gonna have to do some begging."
"Got any ideas?" Hannah asked Harry, who nodded.
Davis practiced basketball all day. He had screwed things up majorly and he should have known that Christina would screw things up, she always did. Davis couldn't explain why he had all of a sudden liked Adaen, but he did. If he'd known Adaen a little more, he'd say he loved him.
"Nice jumper, but you need more arc." Mrs. Marchall said, walking onto their court.
"Hey mom," Davis said, kissing her, " What's up?"
"Oh nothing." she smiled, " How was Prom? I hear you and Christina are back together."
"False." Davis said, shooting the ball, " That didn't happen."
"You two make such a good couple." Mrs. Marchall said, " Is there a reason?"
"She a total sl..."
"Stop it! She is not." Mrs. Marchall hissed, " She'd make a nice wife."
"A trophy one?" Davis asked.
"Does it matter?" Mrs. Marchall asked.
"Yes, mom." Davis said, fed up with her, " I don't love her."
"I didn't get married for love. Well, not really. It just happened." Mrs. Marchall smiled, " That came later."
"Mom..." Davis growled.
She threw up her hands, " Ok, ok," she said walking away, " Just trying to help, son."
Davis turned back to the goal and shot a few more shot before ultimately throwing the ball at the fence.
"Something bothering you, son?" Kerry Marchall asked, standing behind him.
"Naw, I'm good." Davis said.
"Yeah, I can tell by the way your ball is in a tree somewhere." Kerry said, taking a seat.
"Lately, I've been dating somebody and I hurt them really bad." Davis confessed, " I think I'm in love and I messed it up."
"Well, son, there's only one way to win her back." Kerry said carefully.
Her? Davis almost slipped, but he was silent and kept listening.
"Be honest." Kerry said, " And beg. Lots of begging."
"Thanks dad." Davis chuckled, hugging his dad.
"No problem, sport." Kerry smiled, " Now let's find that ball." he said, helping his son search for the lost ball.
I heard the doorbell ring, but I was cleaning. I looked up to see Davis at the door and I was confused. Again, he was in his cut-off shirt and football pants. I just kinda stared at first, then I moved to the door. He paced in, not saying a word. I was shocked and about to say something when he started.
"Look, I know what you think you saw last night, but why would I do that to you? I really care for you and I don't even like her. She's...not my type anymore." he paused.
"What is your type?" I asked.
"You." he said simply, " I think I might be in love with you."
"Huh?" I asked.
"I don't want to scare you and you don't have to say it back." he said, walking closer, " I've been thinking about you all day. Through basketball practice, through football practice..."
"Then stop talking and kiss me!" I groaned, jumping into his arms and kissing him passionately. I stopped as I saw someone standing at the door, " Hannah?" I asked.
"Hey." she said, stepping inside, " I just wanted to bring you something, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Oh, we were just..." Davis started.
"What is it?" I asked impatiently.
"Here," she said, handing me a box. The box contained a jacket, which cut off at my pecs, and was cute, but I couldn't take it, " Umm, thanks, but I can't take this." I said, handing it back.
"Sure you can..." Hannah said.
"No, okay, then I won't." I said quickly.
"Adaen." Davis moaned.
"I don't wanna be rude, I just...You've hurt me on a whole 'nother level. Things I never thought I'd feel, you've taken me there." I said brokenly.
Hannah took it, " You know, I really am sorry. It's just that, I'm not the cutest girl and I'm not gonna get the chance at love that many times. I guess I can do better, though," she said, " I should, umm, I should be going."
"Ok. Later." I said slowly.
Davis nodded at her and she left, " I thought that you wanted that." he asked.
"No. Everything's different now." I said, " I don't know if I'll ever trust her."
"You trust me, right?" Davis asked.
"Oddly, yes." I said hugging him.
Later that night...
Christina was walking fast, trying to get to practice. She was late because she had been talking to a new boy on Myspace. The boy was cute in a Justin Timberlake-y way. She planned to meet him, but only after they'd talked a little more. As she walked in, she saw the Cheerleaders already practicing. When she entered, they stopped, looking guilty at just the sight of her.
"What's going on?" Christina asked.
Kendall looked from girl to girl, then stepped forward, " Oh...yeah, Christina, I think you should sit down." she said carefully.
"Kendie, what's going on?" Christina said, not budging.
Kendall took a deep breath, " You've been late every practice this week, so the girls and I took a vote and you're officially not the captain." she smirked, " I am."
"WHAT?!" Christina shrieked, " That can't happen, this is...this is..."
"A cheerocracy." Kendall smiled.
"You're my friend." Christina said in shock.
"Yeah. I'm also always at practice." Kendall said, looking back at the team, " Which means I'm new Captain."
Christina stopped, breathless, " You're kidding." she turned to the rest of the squad, " You bitches are kidding, right? This is funny. I mean, you lot of...I'm captain."
"Not anymore." Kendall smirked, " But you're welcome to stay on the team."
"We have finals." Christina said angrily.
"And we have a routine." Kendall chuckled, " You have a few days to learn it."
Christina growled, then turned and marched out. Her own anger the only thing sustaining her. As she left, Kendall smirked happily. Things were about to change in a big way and Kendall wanted to be in the center of it. And she would be.
"So, you're a virgin?" Davis asked.
I looked at him immediately, " What?" I asked.
"You're a virgin? I mean, I think it's cute." Davis smiled.
Davis and I were sitting on the couch, me snuggled close to him. We were watching 'Gossip Girl', Davis' favorite new show. He liked Chuck. Don't ask me why, I mean, I liked Chuck too, but in a totally different way. Totally off subject, right?
"Yeah." I said quickly, knowing that I had told him I was earlier, so admitting that I wasn't would mean that I had slept with someone else, " Do I like De-virgin-ified?"
"No. I just...I really think it's cute." Davis said, shifting, " It turns me on, not that I would pressure you or anything, I just...I want to put it out there."
"It...out...OH! Right. It! Cause it wasn't out there and now it...is." I said, flustered, scooting away from him.
"I don't want you to..."
"I'm not." I replied, " I'm just not ready."
"I understand." Davis smiled, pulling me close, " So, you think Blair and Chuck would make a good couple?"
"Honestly?" I said, snuggling back up with him, " I think me and him would make a good couple."
Davis chuckled, " He'd have to get through me first." he said.
"Psycho." I laughed.
"Anything for you." he chuckled, " What time is it?"
"Twelve." I said, looking at the tv, " Do you think I was harsh earlier?"
"No." Davis slowly, " I think you're shutting her out when maybe you should be forgiving her."
"You think?" I asked sincerely.
"I think it was her inability to trust and forgive you that caused your fight." Davis said, causing me to look at him oddly, " Dr. Phil."
"Or..."
"Oprah." he admitted.
"Now that's cute." I smirked, " I don't know."
"What's Marco say about this?" Davis asked.
My heart shot out of my chest, " WHAT! MARCO?! HE DOESN'T....I MEAN...WHY WOUL..." I stopped, " He's on my side."
"Are you okay?" Davis asked.
"Yeah." I smiled, kissing him. As I kissed him, pushing my tongue around his mouth, the doorbell rang, " Why does that always happen?"
"It's your house." Davis shrugged, " You don't have to get it."
I sighed, and stood up, walking to the door, " Who could it be? At twelve?" I asked, opening the door.
"Hey." Marco smiled.
"Hey." I said nervously, " What're you doing?"
"I just thought...I mean, last night was...I think we need to talk more." Marco said slowly, " I think I might..."
"Who's at the door?" Davis asked, joining my side.
"Davis." Marco growled.
"Hi to you to, bro." Davis said indifferently.
"Marco." I said, looking between them, " Umm, it's Marco. You guys aren't gonna throw down are you? Cause you might need to take this to the lawn."
"Throw down?" Davis asked, " You've been watching too much t.v."
"I think I better go." Marco said sadly.
"Marco, you were going to tell me something." I said, really wanting to know what he was about to say.
"It can wait until tomorrow." Marco said, turning and walking down the drive.
"He's getting weird." Davis chuckled.
"He's not the only one." I said, looking up at the sky when I felt something wet fall on my face. It began to pour, but l just felt as if there was something big about to happen. Somewhere, something big was happening.
Hannah and Harry made their way around in the dark, trying to find the locker.
"Hurry up, this is it!" Hannah said, pulling Harry to her, " This is his locker."
"Good job, I'm useless in this hellhole." Harry said, putting the paintcan down.
"Well, I think we might need the lights." Hannah said, taking a paint brush and writing a F, then an A. She had come up with the perfect way to show Adaen that she cared. To write " You're my family" on his locker. The locker that had been defiled by some biggot, " Hey, can you hand me the blue."
"No, I don't think he can, Ms. Terrance." Mr. Common said angrily.
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