Salty Licorice

Chapter 55

Liz's POV

After Avery's outburst earlier this week, I've been on edge about the whole 'revenge' thing. I have seen her get mad before, hell I've even had to help calm her down to keep her from getting into numerous fights this past semester. But this was something different, no one even moved when she stood up. She was on another level of pissed off, and it honestly scared me. She clearly was still upset during art because she yelled at Emily again before practically locking herself away in the clay room with Marisa. She has been very quiet and secluded since then. She's been avoiding Emily too, which is kind of new.

I wish I could understand from their viewpoint but at this point I don't think I'll ever get the full picture. I don't trust them to know that they won't just say anything for me to let them back in again, and that their little game isn't still going and this act is all so they can get me back under their thumb. So I just have to see for myself how far will it take for them to break and be honest or see how far I have to take to get a real understanding on what their feelings are about this. So I have to follow through with this plan whether I'm fully committed or not I have to know the truth. Or at least as close to the truth as I can, because everything couldn't have been smoke and mirrors and was all just some big elaborate joke.

I walk into the clay room and see Marisa rubbing her forehead aggressively while staring at her sketchbook, clearly frustrated over something. But so am I, so she's gonna have to forget about that for a while. I grab her shoulder and spin her around aggressively. She stares at me startled, but my face holds a hard line stare.

"L-Liz?" Marisa studders, which throws me off because I've never heard her ever stumble over her words.

"Sorry, were you expecting someone else?" My words come off condescending. "Sorry to disappoint."

"No, no, it's not like that. It's just I haven't talked to you in a while. Look I just want to explain everything to you," Marisa rambles, clearly trying to get her words out fast but clearly nervous about it. "Look, we didn't use you-"

"But you did," I cut her words off. "Have you ever felt used, or felt like you were just the object in a game you weren't aware of? Do you have any idea how that feels?"

"Liz, please just," Marisa sighs, sounding clearly upset, but to be honest she sounds pathetic to me.

"Answer me," I demand letting the firmness in my tone make my voice crack a bit.

"No," She whispers while letting her eyes close, not being able to look me in the eyes when she answers me. "But that's not what we did."

"So you didn't use me as an object for your little bet?" I asked as I took a step closer to her. "You didn't start 'flirting' with me because you were just trying to be the first one to get in my pants?" I run a hand up her arm till I let it drape lazily around her shoulder and do the same with my other arm. "Well congratulations Marisa, you won, you got the farthest." I straddle her lap now putting all my weight on her. "You beat Avery." I lace my fingers into her hair as I pull her face towards mine, tilting my head to reach her ear. "You won." I whisper in her ear.

I pull back and catch her eyes, keeping her face close to mine, letting our noses brush. I catch her eyes drop and smirk knowing I'm in control now as I catch the way her body was obeying mine. I have her exactly where I want her. I lean in and catch her lips with mine, when she leans in to kiss me back I lean back making her miss. I shake my head lightly before kissing her again. Keeping control I keep kissing her, I pull her hair making her gasp giving me the opportunity to sneak my tongue into her mouth and meet hers. She doesn't fight me for dominance, letting me take from her.

I hear the door click shut, letting a shy smirk grace my lips before I let it drop, not yet ready to end this full effect. I lean more into Marisa, and roll my hips into her, gaining a groan from her and for the first time let her kiss me back. She hasn't noticed the presence of another person in the room yet which I'm taking advantage of. She catches my tongue with hers again as I grind into once more before pulling away and catching her eyes. Recognizing those eyes, and their even darker color that they have taken. I smirk knowing exactly what mess I will be leaving behind, but she has no clue.