Rebel At Heart

Chapter 6: Dammit Blake!

I walked out and down the hall to the bathroom. I hopped into the shower, letting the hot water wash all my fears and worries away. I scrubbed in the shampoo, letting it sit for a few minutes before washing it out. I started to repeat the process with the conditioner when I heard shouting in the hallway.

"You can't go in there! It's the girl's bathroom!"

"I don't care what bathroom it is. I need to make sure she's alright!"

The bathroom door opened and someone came in.

"Boston?"

I ignored the voice, continuing to wash the conditioner from my hair. I shrieked when someone knocked on the glass shower door.

"Boston, I know you're in there."

I turned towards the wall so he couldn't see anything.

"I'm naked you asshole!"

I heard a low growl come from him.

"I'm already imagining your naked body."

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. No way in hell was I going to let him get a good look at me, even though I was hidden behind a curtain and the foggy glass door. He knocked again.

"If you don't come out, I'm coming in."

I groaned.

"Give me five more minutes."

"Fine. I'll be counting."

I didn't hear him leave the room, he did step away from the shower though. I quickly finished up, reaching out to grab my clean clothes.

God dammit Blake!

They weren't there.

"Blake. Give me back my clothes."

He laughed.

"No way. You need to come out and get them."

Wrapping my towel around me tightly, I stepped out. Blake was seated on the counter with my clothes neatly pilled beside him, except for my underwear. Blake had the thin lace dangling from his fingers.

"These are yours?"

I nodded.

"And?"

He closed his eyes.

"I can't wait to get the chance to strip these off of you."

I snatched them out of his hands, going into one of the bathroom stalls to change. I put my shirt on last, not caring if my back would get soaked. Again. I unlocked the door and wandered over to the mirror, pulling out my makeup. I wiped my face before starting on my eyes. Blake watched me closely, not speaking the entire time I was making my makeup look identical to Andy Biersack's. When I was done, I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the bathroom. I tried to close my door to my room but Blake just snuck in. I looked at Kimmy.

"You seriously couldn't get security to handle him?"

"I was trying to help you out."

"He had his hands all over my underwear!"

She fell back against her bed, laughing.

"I'm glad. It's about time you fuck someone. You've been cranky as hell since we first met."

I glared at her.

"We didn't have sex."

Kimmy looked at me.

"'Virgin for life'. An autobiography about Boston Richards."

I threw my stuff on my bed, grabbing my backpack.

"Fuck off, Kimmy."

Blake was leaning against the door, blocking my escape.

"Can you leave us alone for a minute, Kimberly?"

She opened her mouth to say something but she quickly closed it, leaving the room. Blake backed me up until I felt the bed against my legs. I sat down.

"Blake. What are you doing?"

He sat beside me.

"Virgin? Why didn't you tell me that when I fucked you last week?!"

I had forgotten about that.

"First of all, you didn't fuck me. You fucked my sister."

His eyes went wide.

"The quiet one that keeps to herself?"

I nodded.

"That's Raini."

He smirked.

"That's a perfect twist."

I cocked my head.

"What twist?"

"Well, she's always so quite during school but once I got her behind closed doors, she was fucking begging for me to pound into her. She even..."

I had to cut him off.

"I don't want to hear about my sister's sex life. Also, she was a virgin too."

He shook his head.

"I would have never guessed. She was wild."

I covered my ears.

"Just shut up!"

He closed his mouth and I stood up.

"I'm going to class."

He stood up too.

"I'm walking with you then."

I rolled my eyes and left. Surely enough, he followed me to class.

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