Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 34~

Seth and I left that night with our packed bags without looking back. Fiona was the only one who looked worried when she saw how heavily it was snowing, and I even tried talking Seth out of leaving. It was dark, the weather wasn't looking too kind, and there was no doubt the roads would be too slippery for him to drive. But he was adamant, and funnily enough, the route he took wasn't blocked, and we made it back to my place safely.

The air between us was awkward, and after warming up to the fireplace in the living room, I decided to address the elephant in the room. He was still upset about me not telling him about Dimitri's plans for me after graduation, but he also understood the need for my silence.

I may not have know Dimitri too well, but there is no denying the man screamed danger. Just his presence alone was enough of a warning to stay the hell away if you value your life.

"I want to know everything." We sat cuddled up on the couch nursing cups of hot chocolate that I made for us.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to burden you with my problems, Seth. You have so much to live for. I'd be a selfish bitch to take that away from you." I couldn't stop my insecurities from voicing itself even if I wanted to.

"Hey," he takes one of my hands in his, "A life without you would be nothing but misery for me."

My smile is wide, as I take in the serious glint in his eyes that told me he meant every word. It's good to know that he has my back through thick and thin. But this wasn't a game that we could make moves on a gamble. This was his life, and his father's cruel words didn't mean that it was any less true. He could loose his life for choosing to be with me. Love me. Stay by me.

It was too much to ignore.

"Tell me. Please." His softly spoken words did me in. And so, I told him everything. From the moment I left his house, after sharimg a piece of me I never thought I would share with anyone again that fateful day, to me leaving Dimitri's office in tears after learning what my fucked up mother did. Everything, except the knowledge that Dimitri had a twin brother.

It didn’t feel right to tell him about that. He already knew too much as it is, and with graduation and the unknown hanging over our heads, it would be too much to reveal. I want to keep Dimitri and Seth far away from each other as possible. Even if it was just in a theoretical sense.

"You can't tell anyone what I just told you. Not even Everett." I said, leveling him with a look that told him I knew how close he and Everett are. He chuckles, and pulls me into his side, his warmth and addicting male musk enveloping me.

"I promise, baby," he said lowly against my ear.

That night, we talked about any and everything. I told him about my father, and how close we were before he died. How flashy and selfish my mother has always been, even before my father took his last breath. I even told him about how my mother used to tag me along to her 'meetings' with older, perverted men when I was thirteen. He listened, and comforted me when I felt like I was choking up over the words.

His sheer anger was palpable, when he learned the disgusting things I had to do to help my mom bring in income. I lost my virginity to a man I thought I could trust— a man who pretended to care when I expressed how I felt. His name was John Lewis. He was a forty-five year old bank manager, married, with two kids.

John was always at the meetings my mother scheduled, but he never touched me like the other men. He would protect me when some of the disgusting fucks would want to have sex with me. Little, stupidly naive Raven was grateful, and thought he was  being kind. And a fierce protecter, when in reality, he was protecting his interest.

When I turned fourteen, and my breats transitioned up a cup, he finally made his move.

He raped me.

The shock, betrayal and hurt I felt was more intense than being the subject of my mother's primary source of income. It was heartbreaking. By fifteen, she suddenly stopped bringing me with her, and I was left confused as hell but I wasn't going to complain. I was free... or so I thought.

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"Sooo..."

"So what?"

Brenna gives me one of her don't-fucking-play-with-me looks. "How was Christmas with Seth's family?"

"It was...interesting," I say with a grimace. It was interesting all right. If you count us leaving because of Mr. Muller demanding us ending our relationship because of my ties to a mob boss/billionaire in the middle of the night during the upheaval weather. Then it was one hell of a party.

Brenna laughs, a deep throaty sound that made my lips twitch upwards. "That's one hell of a way of putting it." She leans against my locker, a mischievous smirk playing on her plump lips. "Seth's mother is an ultimate bitch, who has a serious obsession with him and Fiona, and his father is the king of assholes." She smiles at my wide-eyed look. "I'd say you had quite the entertainment for the holiday."

"How did you know?" I gnawed at my bottom lip. Curiosity was killing me. "I’ve met his parents once, and let's just say their not the easiest people to impress." Tell me about it.

Just then, Seth walks by dressed in a light denim rip jeans, and a white shirt, with a matching denim jacket. His devilsh, blonde hair was giving him his usual I-just-woke-up-look, and those smoldering bedroom eyes were making my ovaries cry.

Damn, my man looked good.

He gives me a discrete wink, and continued on his way to his locker. I sighed. I wish I could just walk over to him and rub myself all over him like a bitch in heat.

"Okay, what am I missing here? Did you two get in a fight?"

I smile, thinking back on our plan for the new semester. Seth absolutely hated it at first, but when I told him about the extra obstacles we'd have to face again, he relented. It was genius really.

"No. We decided not to let anyone know we're back together. Less that know, the better."

"By less you mean, Naomi?"

I grinned. "Exactly."

Brenns laughs again. "Damn girl. That's pretty smart."

I catch sight of platinum blonde hair saddling up next to Seth by his locker. Red, manicured hands winding themselves around his arm, with a snake-like smile that showed a clear sign. He's mine her eyes seem to say to anyone who took notice. And the green-eyed monster was making an appearance again. Fucking Naomi.

"Not smart enough," I mutter under my breath.

"Come on, not this again. You two know what your fighting for?"
There was a double meaning behind her words. One, that took me a couple seconds to grasp.

"Without a doubt."

She nods, her bark, brown gaze serious as she pins me with a look that gave me the strength I needed. "Then she's the least of your problems. All you need to focus on, is making sure the Queen of this pyramid stays oblivious."

I nod, giving her a grateful look that she smiles to. That was all I needed. So what if she's rubbing up on my man? He's mine in every single way, and although the urge to bash her head in was strong, I reeled it in.

Brenna's right. The only thing I have to worry about right now, is making sure Naomi doesn't catch wind of us being back together. That girl went through so much just to keep us at odds with each other, and I'll be damned before I let her do it again.