Passion .(6)

She was sitting in his lap before I became aware of her.

I felt my heart hitch and my stomach curl, I checked him from beneath my  lashes to see what he would do but he was just looking dead at me,  headphones on, not saying a word, while she looked at me like I was her  bitch. Alright then.

I got up from my seat, grabbed the bitch by the hair, and threw her to the floor.

"Step the fuck off bitch."

I grabbed him behind the neck and kissed the fuck out of him before biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

I collected my shit and left the room to his laughter, while she scrambled away like a crab.

He caught up to me in the hallway.

"I'm picking you up from now on; I don't want you in that death trap you drive."

I opened my mouth to give him shit but he stopped me cold.

"Don't even think about arguing with me, unless you want to see that piece a shit catch fire in your driveway."

"Let me ask you something before this shit goes any farther, are you  certifiably insane or some shit I mean is there documentation somewhere  that says you're a nut job?"

"No babe, just a genius, not to worry, there're no skeletons in my closet literal or otherwise."

"Why me?"

"Because I want you."

"And when you stop?"

He kissed my lips hard and fast, I could taste his blood on my tongue.

"I'll never stop."

He walked away, what was he talking about like forever, who the fuck thought of forever at seventeen years old?

Huh, fucker kept changing the game up on me, I'll catch on soon though  don't you worry, I'll peep your game soon enough Joshua Steele and then  watch out. Let's see how long your forever lasts.





Chapter 13




Carrie



I spent the rest of the school day putting crazy boy out of my head and concentrating on my

studies. It wasn't easy but I was able to do it, I'd think about his madness later.

I was also expecting shit to pop off with that Tiffany bitch and her  crew; I wasn't worried though I could hold my own against her skanky  ass.

I didn't even stop to think why I had reacted so strongly to her being  in his lap, it wasn't only to prove a point to him though, that much I  knew.

Of course now there were whispers and shit in the hallways and behind me in class, which I ignored, what am I five? Fuck.





Josh



I heard whispers and rumblings, people speculating about retaliation,  there'd only been a handful of witnesses in the library when she floored  the Roberts chick, but by end of day it had spread like wild fire.

I was still smiling at her reaction, she could play it off all she  wanted, but I knew I was getting to her, she wasn't where I wanted her  to be yet, not by a long shot, but we were getting there, I expected her  to fight me tooth and nail all the way, that was cool with me, it would  just make victory that much sweeter.                       
       
           



       

She was a little hotheaded thing though, I would have to work on that,  my lamb had way too much pent up anger for one so young, I'm gonna teach  her how to channel that anger for the best results.

My phone rang as I left my last class of the day; the number was one I had seen plenty of

but had no interest in answering. I'd told this particular skirt  numerous times in the last few weeks that I was no longer interested,  some girls seemed to think that they could get a guy to change his mind  about that shit by giving good head, fuck what you heard, head is head,  there really isn't any bad head unless the bitch tries to bite your shit  off, and some teeth play if done right isn't that bad, anyway whatever,  if I wasn't interested in revisiting her before, now I really wasn't  even tempted.

I let the call go to voice mail, I'll deal with her later, right now I  had a hotheaded lamb who thought she was a tigress to protect.

I stood outside the door of her last class of the day, there was already  a crowd gathering as though they were expecting something to go down,  not on my fucking watch.

I snagged her when she came out the door.

"What the...!"

She started to swing until she realized it was me, and then she just scowled and tried to pull away.

"Stop." I pulled her after me, I know she wants to be tough but no one's laying a hand on her, not while I'm around.

There was a wide path opened up down the middle of the hallway as we  walked by, people waiting to see what if anything was about to happen.

I kept on looking straight ahead, I knew none of them would ever think of confronting me, they knew my style.

I didn't say much but when pushed too far my justice was swift, sometimes brutal.

Vanessa and Andy were soon walking behind us followed by Matt and a disgruntled Patti.

"We heard what happened." Vanessa came up next to her and took her hand.

"Are you guys serious, I'm not afraid of fucking Tiffany Roberts or her dumb ass friends, let those bitches try."

Of course she said it loud enough for everyone to hear. I squeezed her hand to shush her.

Whether she could or not was not the point, the point was that if I  allowed anyone to lay hands on what I had publicly claimed as mine,  it'll make me look like a chump. That wasn't ever gonna happen.

We exited the building without incident, I did see Tiffany and some of  the cheerleaders standing off to the side, but no one said anything.

I walked her to her piece of shit abomination; made sure she was buckled in and closed the door.

I reached back in through the open window, held her by the back of her  head, and kissed the fuck out of her, pulling on her bottom lip with my  teeth before I finally released her.

"Get a room bro." Matt yelled after me on his way to his car. Patti  still had her face set like she was sucking on lemons or some shit, I  didn't give a fuck, my brother would always have my back no matter what.

"I'll follow you home."

I walked to my car and waited for her to pull out of the lot before following after her.

My family had already climbed into their respective vehicles; they went  one way towards home while I took the other route to follow her home.

I watched her go inside, she never looked back, I smirked. I was sure  she was very aware of me. I was going to make sure she always was.

I texted her when I got home just to fuck with her.

"Stay in the house, no side trips for you today.J"

My phone buzzed three minutes later, "Piss off."

I laughed, fighting till the very end, that was my girl.

Now I had to call this Josie broad and get her off my dick.





Chapter 14




Carrie



Vanessa and I are in this metropolis ‘note sarcasm here' of Chelsea to do some shopping. I'm

really tempted to ask what the fuck was up with her brother, but didn't want to give him

the satisfaction.

After he had texted me that fucking message what was I to do, obey his ass? Not in this

lifetime motherfucker. So I called up Vanessa, told her to come get me and not to let her brother know what she was doing.

She knew there was something going on between us, especially after the  whole throw Tiffany on her ass debacle, but she didn't know what.

Now here we are, perusing the racks of one of the so called high end boutiques in this half a rinky dink shit hole.

"So what's with you and my brother anyway?" That sure didn't take her too long.

"Fuck if I know, he's crazy."

"This I know. Seriously though what's with you two? I'm only asking  because you're not his usual type, which if you ask me, is a very good  thing."

"What do you mean, what's his usual type?"                       
       
           



       

"He usually goes for the debutantes, girls from high society families  who thinks their shit don't stink, especially this one chick Josie who's  always on his dick, ugh."

For some reason that shit didn't sit too well with me. Was he fucking playing me then, is that what the fuck this was?

Suddenly I didn't feel too much like shopping anymore, it's like a cloud suddenly blocked the sun.

Okay I'll admit I've been enjoying this little game we've been playing  so far. Though he could be a bit intense there was no way he was going  to best me. I had my shit locked down tight.

But hearing this shit about debutantes and shit made me feel almost like I didn't measure up. Like he was trolling or some shit.

I don't like feeling this way, not one mother-fucking bit.

"Hey Vanessa, I think I'm gonna run back to that store and get that blue  top I tried a while back, how about meeting me there when you're done?"

I didn't wait around for her answer I just turned and rushed out the store. She called after me but I didn't look back.





Josh



Why the fuck is my sister calling me? I didn't even know she had left the house.

"What's up pipsqueak?"

"Joshua I'm so sorry, I think I might've fucked up."

"Why what's wrong?" I sat up at full attention, she sounded close to tears.

"Don't get mad okay."

What did she do, crash one of my rides or some shit?