She's got the soul of a storm / Cheryl Blossom

Chapter 4

On Thursday everyone turned around as I walked into the school with Cheryl at my side. We didn't give it a second thought and at my locker we said goodbye for now. I wanted to take my books when Betty said my name next to me. "Hey Betty, what's up?" "Do you have the time for a Photoshoot with me?" I was so stunned because of her question that I didn't reply immediately. "(Y/N)?" "Oh sorry. Yes, of course. After school?" Betty nodded and smiled. "Perfect come to mine, I have a little studio at home. Bring your clothes." The bell rang and I said goodbye to Betty.

I sat in class when my phone buzzed. Looking at it, I couldn't stop the smile.

Cherry🍒: "You're coming to mine after school? Your clothes are still there 💕"

Me: "Maybe later Cherry. Meeting with Betty after school 😘"

Cherry🍒: "K."

Oh, Cheryl baby, I thought. I know she was disappointed, but I promised Betty to meet her.

Me: "Cherry baby, I'm coming to you right after I'm finished with Betty. How does that sound?"

She hasn't answered, not even after the class ended. I started to search for her and after I found her, I dragged her into the empty locker room. "What are you doing?" Cheryl whispered angrily and pulled her arm away. Fuck, she was really angry. I walked closer to her, tried to lay my hand on her cheek, but she walked away from me. I sighed and grabbed her hand, pushing her against the wall. Cheryl gasped and looked at me. "You're not walking away from me Cheryl Blossom. Not when I don't know what the hell is wrong!" "Nothing!" Cheryl huffed.

"Bullshit! If everything would be alright, you wouldn't be that angry." My voice raised, but when I saw the hurt in Cheryl's eyes my gaze softened, and I put my hand on her cheek. This time she doesn't pull away. "Babe, tell me what's wrong." She looked down and whispered "I don't know. I just wanted you to be with me." "But I'm coming to yours. Didn't you read the message?"

Cheryl laughed bitterly. "Yeah I read it and I didn't like it at all. Do you read what you wrote?" My other hand wandered to her waist, and I looked confused. "Of course! I wrote it after all." Cheryl pulled her phone out, opened my message and showed it to me. "That sounds really sexually." The only thing I noticed was the contact name Cheryl saved me under.

"You saved me as sweetheart?" Cheryl blushed and muttered "Don't distract me." "I really like it" I said and kissed her. As we kissed someone tried to get into the room, but luckily I was so smart and locked it. "We need to go" Cheryl whispered against my lips. "No. We're staying here; I don't care if someone is knocking on that damn door or if the next class begins." Cheryl nodded and closed her eyes. Her hand sneaked into my hair and pushed me to her lips. The bell rang again, but we didn't stopped kissing. My lips moved down her neck and I sucked on it, leaving a hickey. Cheryl gasped and grabbed my waist, I pulled away and drew back, leaving Cheryl standing at the wall. Breathless. I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. "Where are you going?" Cheryl asked, still trying to catch her breath. I turned around to look at her and told her "To class, of course. I'm late." I smirked at Cheryl. She was beautiful with her reddened cheeks and tousled hair. Oh, and that hickey she still hasn't noticed. I blew a kiss in her direction and walked to my next class.

I was five minutes late and apologized to my teacher. Actually, Cheryl had the same class as me, but she wasn't there for another ten minutes. When Cheryl walked into the class Reggie shouted, "Hey Bombshell nice hickey you have there." Her eyes widened and she sat down quickly and pulled a mirror out. I heard her gasp and smiled to myself. Ronnie sat next to me and leaned over. "Do you know who she's meeting? You two are really close." "I have no idea" I whispered back.

Cheryl turned around to me and Ronnie and glared at me with red cheeks. I winked at her and luckily Ronnie didn't notice it. After that class, Cheryl announced that she was giving a party tomorrow night at Thornhill and everyone who was coming should dress up. Everyone cheered.

It was the end of the school day, and I got my helmet and walked to my bike. A bunch of people stood around my motorcycle, and I shouted, "What are you doing at my bike?" Reggie turned to me and asked, "That's yours?" I shrugged and nodded. "That's awesome. Maybe I could get a ride sometimes?" Reggie smirked and I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I don't think so." I put my helmet on and sat down on my bike, starting it. They made space for me, and I drove off.