Marked Up.

Chapter Seven: Janitors Closet

[Nadia pov]

I hated school so much.

And now? It was like a love hate relationship, love because I got to see Cleo even more than when I wasn't and hate because of all the girls that would flirt with her. I mean did she just give out a signal that she was single and sexy, and ready for a fling? Cause if so than I wanted to figure out how I could jam that signal, she was mine. My best friend, and just my Cleo. It was hard enough when she was having parties and there were drunk girls trying to hook up and now I had to fend off eager to learn high schoolers? It was exhausting. And she didn't make it easy for me, in fact some times I think she did it on purpose, flirting with girls to get me all riled up.

"Oh Cleo you're so funny" Stacy the queen bee of the school giggled.

Before reaching out and touching Cleos arm, what the hell? Since when did Cleo let any of the high school students call her that but me? She was driving me insane.

I couldn't look at her as I pushed my way into her classroom, I wasn't really upset with her I just wished that maybe she could treat me special? But who was I kidding? I wasn't special she'd proven that several times. I was just the girl she knew for awhile.

But as the school day progressed I started feeling worse and worse, missing my best friend. When I was pulled into a janitor closet, I was pushed hard into the quickly closed door, I winced as my back was hit at an odd angle.

"What the hell?" I growl.

I blink a little before turning on my phone flashlight to be met with a creepy grin on Cleo's face. It was so weird in fact I couldn't help but start laughing super hard.

"Hi baby girl" she whispers.

She wraps her hands around me, and I'm engulfed in all that's her, that sweet, mouth watering scent, and her warm embrace. It has me tearing up, I had missed this so much , just being in her arms. She's holding me tightly and rubbing my back, as if she could run away the feeling of her not being there.

"Hi" I whimper.

"It's been awhile yeah?" She ask softly.

I nod holding onto her.

"I missed you baby" she whispers.

I can feel her kissing my neck as I hold onto her tightly, she's nibbling and sucking lightly. I tilt my head letting out a little moan, tugging on her hair to pull her close, hoping she'll take the initiative and get closer. She does pushing my sweater out of the way so she can attach her lips to my skin, biting at the newly exposed flesh. I sigh a little before I feel her start sucking on my skin. But she must not feel satisfied pulling my shirt farther down exposing my bra. She kisses the plumpness that is being pushed out in the lacy bra. Biting down on the exposed flesh and kneading my ass with her hands, I lean heavily against the door. Biting my lip and holding back a moan.But then her tongue flicks out, tracing the lace before plunging lower, causing me to gasp, and tug on her hair.

"Oh Cleo"  I whimper.

"Mhmm baby you like that?" She asks.

"Yes, oh god" I groan.

She smiles before biting down and sucking, and as she does this she pinches my butt causing me to gasp, before biting down on my lip.  She chuckles before moving back up leaving a trail of kisses, before kissing me full on the mouth. It's hot and lust filled, her tongue circles mine before we're fighting for dominance. She wins, while I arch into her, enjoying the taste of what's simply her.

And then she's pulling back, resting her forehead against my own, our breathing is mingled as we come down from the lusty high. She smiles pecking my cheek before straightening my clothes. I finger comb her hair so it looks like a natural mess, rather than sex messed hair. After making sure the other is well enough to go out, we laugh again before she goes out first. I wait a good fifteen minutes, thankful for a no class, before exiting the closet. I see a few freshmen that give me bewildered looks before I'm hurrying towards the exit. I stop in the bathroom first, and am happy to see at least five new hickies littering my neck, a sense of belonging wraps around me, and I drive home in high spirits.