Delinquency

Chapter 5: Sophisticated Witch

Caelan

When I headed out of her office and went straight to practice that morning, the school's cheerleading team was also in the field practicing. I was looking at Bettany, the cheerleading captain with big boobs who was always willing and available for my díck. She has been eyeing me all morning and I wanted to fúck her. I had also chosen her because I knew she would be clean. Being in the sport's team, even cheerleading,

requires us to be in our perfect health. The school is really strict about drug policies and STD testing.

That day, being on edge after cornering my little professor in her office, I thought I could have a fast fúck with Bettany, but I could not get hard.

All I could think about was that hideous and balding English teacher laying his chubby fingers on Everleigh's smooth legs. Given that my head was somewhere else, my pathetic dîck covered in a tight cóndóm, I tried to shake off the thought and focus, but the motherfúcker still wouldn't harden. So after I threatened Bettany to never tell anyone about that embrassing time, I got out of her car.

And there is only one sophisticated witch to blame; Everleigh Palma.

She is a witch because I found myself pretending to ask questions in Berjilio's office, keeping him busy and when he turned around, I pocketed his smartphone. I looked

at the text messages he had with Everleigh, hoping that she sent him her address for their supposed date night. When I found it, I put it back and acted like nothing happened.

Everleigh doesn't live far from the school, so after my last practice of the day, I showered and walked my way there. She lives in a quiet and private neigborhood with houses that the rich could only afford. Her house was a cosy modern-styled two story home. When I managed to get past her gates, I noticed that she had those stick up cameras around the property, but I didn't care.

It wasn't easy to break in through her door, but I managed after years of learning from the streets.

While I could hear the water pouring upstairs, I looked around her home. It wasn't too big or flashy. It was a simple space that screams like her with gray hardwood floors and white painted walls with minimalist decorations and pictures.

My eyes wandered on the frames on the walls as I stood in the middle of her living room. There were images when she was a kid with people that might be her parents. In the other pictures, she's posing with a middle-aged woman that looks like Everleigh's mother but with short hair. Must be her aunt.

She also has some cutouts of newspapers with headlines and her names attached on the wall like trophies.

My snooping around was only interrupted when I heard her going down the stairs.

I said she was a witch because I've never kissed women before with the intent of doing until they couldn't breathe anymore. Everleigh was the first woman I've kissed with that intention because of her taste.

She didn't kiss me back at all, but the taste of her mouth and the sound of her whimpers has me in a chokehold.

I don't feel bad for what I did because she won't be seeing that balding teacher anymore outside of the school premises. Because of the screwed up connection that I have with her, I feel the need to control every aspect of her life, to know where she is, what she is doing, and everything.

Now that I have it, I feel satisfied.

Growing up, I knew that my parents' relationship was dysfunctional, but somehow it worked.

I knew that my mother and father had been having some arguments while I was asleep, but things got worse when my deadbeat father met Everleigh. He had other women prior to her, but he didn't act like what he did when he was seeing her.

There was something about her that drew my father to her, that ultimately led to my broken and screwed up family.

For nine years, I was living with harsh strangers in a foster home. They were supposed to be my parental guidance, they were anything but. The father in that home is supposed to be teaching me how to become a better man but he was always drunk and would hit me in places where the clothes would hide it.

It only stopped when I grew six foot tall and gained muscles.

I didn't want to come home and I would stay out in the streets with other guys until I had to go back home because the mother in that home was a chainsmoking verbal abuser. I only tolerated it because they were putting food in my mouth and they were sending me to school. I only managed to leave because of my college scholarship.

In those nine years that I tolerated, I never once felt any good emotion. I was always wrapped up in anger and the need for revenge on the people who were the reason my life is so fúcked up.

Now that I am in this school, Everleigh showed up and if it means I can have my revenge on her and lose all these new privileges I have, then so be it.

At least for the first time in my life, I would feel genuinely happy.

My hand reached out for my phone on the side of my bed. After I left Everleigh in her bedroom, I headed back to my dorm building. I get to have this room all to myself because I am one of the school's top players. 

Caelan: wyd?

I set a specific chime notification bell for my number so she'll know it's me and that she has to text back.

Everleigh: huh?

Caelan: it means what are you doing.

Everleigh: looking for the cheapest and soonest flight out of the Philippines to get away from you.

My jaw clenched. I dialed her number and pressed the phone against my ear.

"Try me and see what happens." I said to her.

I heard her scoff and sniffled.

"Are you crying?"

"No, Caelan. I am having the best night of my life." Sarkastiko niyang sagot.

My jaw clenched again.

"...First, it was your father and then you." I heard her whisper. I glared at the ceiling.

"Don't compare me to him."

She stayed silent but I could see her shaking her head.

"Goodnight, Caelan."

"Come to my practice tomorrow." I demanded.

"Yes, sir." Sarkastiko niyang sagot.

"Don't hang up the call. Put the phone beside you."

I heard some shuffling noises and then a soft thud as though she had put the device next to her.

And there I was lying all night with the phone in my hand. Awake, hearing soft sobs until she fell asleep.

I wanted my revenge and I am only getting started. It is supposed to make me happy, but somehow there is that inkling feeling in my chest, telling me that I am doing this to the wrong woman.