Sent Away

❹No No

（＾∇＾）Daniella t(-.-t)

"So," I drawled, "Sup?"

"Sup with with you?" He said with a slight irritation.

"Living in this house for the summer that's sup. Who are you anyway pretty boy?" I said lowly like an animal messing with it's prey.

This is how I forget, I know it's sick, but what can I say? I'm a player so to say, but I guess I'm just a flirt I've always been. I lead guys on absentmindedly and feel satisfaction when I know they're crazy over me, at least I'll feel wanted for a while, but no one would want to be with me. I know.

"Clark, Brody Clark," he replied sexily with a slight growl of lust in his voice.

My eyes were closed as I hummed as if I were thinking, "So do you need anything Brody?" I purred and before he could say anything I quickly added, "because you came to the wrong place. I have nothing to give," my voice was suddenly cold and venomous as I thought about the things in my life that lead me to here.

He was silent for a moment before I felt a warm rough hand on my waist.

"Woah there big boy! Didn't you catch my drift? I said nah man!"

Brody just growled in response and lifted me from bed and over his shoulder like I weighted nothing, and I can assure you I weigh quite a bit.

"Put me down," I hissed.

He laughed and I could feel a smirk growing it's way on his face, "No can do babe, if I do I might just take you in the hallway."

I scoffed, "Don't lie to me. You don't have the skill to please me. And it's not like I'm a little slut Kay? You can go whoring around, but I can promise you, you can't handle me. I'm too... Rough." It's true though. Now, I wasn't talking about sex, but I know he was.

I'm just a mess. No one wants to handle a mess. It's to much work for something that isn't worth it.

His bare skin radiated heat onto my face and his hand seemed to be getting higher and higher up my thigh.

"You're one naughty little girl aren't you?"

I was seething, "Look who's talking and for your information, I'm not little!"

"You're only a junior, of course you're little. I'm a senior babe. So you can just call me Mister or scream out my name, whichever pleases you more."

"Dirty, dirty boy," I tutted, "You'll never learn."

I felt his last step get hesitant for a second before he continued his fast pace to who knows where.

Suddenly I was slipped off of Brody's shoulder, my feet came in contact with the floor and I got steady for a second until I got pressed up against the wall in one smooth movement with my arms pinned above my head and Brody was so close to me I could practically feel his body on mine.

For a second, just a second all my walls of confidence waver because let's be real for a second, my confidence wall can be described as a piece of paper with a facade of confidence. And for a second I let him see right through me, but it was just a second.

I stared daringly in his emerald green eyes and spoke lowly, "Now what pretty boy? I'm not a toy you know. It's bad to mess with someone else's 'property' and I don't think you should do it. You, sir, can't handle a broken toy," I whispered the last part in his ear.

This, what I'm doing, I'm getting to close. My heart's beating in a nervous frenzy while the butterflies in my stomach turned into hippos. This doesn't happen. This should never happen. I'm getting too close.

I shut my eyes when I realized these things, but I'm already in deep.

"Maybe," he breathed in my ear, sending shivers down my spine and forcing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin," I want to. Maybe I need that broken...'toy'."

My eyes opened involuntarily and I saw his hypnotizing green orbs staring down at me while I peered up at him. His eyes didn't show lust but a caring look of affection. It's not real I thought. My mind started spinning again and again as he brought his face closer and closer to mine. So close.

The worst part is the fact I'm letting this happen. I'm letting it happen. Why am I letting this happen?

His lips were practically on mine when-

"Yo bro! O-oh."

Too close.

I brought my knee up towards the crotch of his jeans and wiggled out of his grip, to stand on the other side of the hallway.

Yes I may of tries to knee him in the balls but I was so frantic that I didn't even knee him hard.

My breathing became slightly ragged as I thought about the mess I was about to suck Brody in. I don't want to get him caught in my mess. I don't want I hurt him. I won't.

While deep in my thoughts I didn't think much as for the fact Brody stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull my body against his.

Brody's 6'1" tall body leaned down to my 5'4" height and whispered dangerously in my ear, "I'm not done with you darling. I can promise you, I can get any 'toy' I want at the store, broken or not."

My heart swelled, but I knew better than to think much of it, "Then I recommend that Barbie on aisle three."

Trying to get out of his grip didn't work on my part because all he had to do was wrap his arms tighter around me.

"So uhm, I see you two are gonna do the nasty and I'd like to keep my eyes a virgin from seeing Brody's miniature while sober," the guy who kept me from kissing Brody spoke up.

I was going to thank him, but that's when I looked up. No. Pale skin, toned body, 5'11 height, icy blue eyes, and sleek golden hair.

My heart stopped, my face paled, I trembled a bit and my blood ran cold.

Parker White.