Cherry

Fishy

So the whole process of Mark dumping the queen of cheerleaders won't leave my head. Now he wants to spend time with me after school. We aren't dating. We aren't ever going to date. We made a mistake. Things like this happen all the time. Mostly only in the movies though.. who am I kidding. Mark did have a thing for me, I knew it. 

School finally ended. I walked down the empty halls, hoping Mark is gone. I turn the next corner and I completely stop. Three cheerleaders stare up at me, sneering with their lipgloss coated lips. The girlfriend of Mark, standing in the middle, a grudge shining in her eyes. "Ok bitch, get down here." She points to the floor between her clean shoes.
"I'm not getting on the floor."
"Get your ass down here now! We need to have a nice chat." I sighed and took my time down the steps until I reluctantly stood in front of her. The other girls were smiling, they knew what the talk was about.

Without warning her fist came fast for my nose, I instantly dodged to the side, shoving her arm away. The smiles soon turned to frowns. Another punch came towards my gut but I shoved it down, kneeing her in the jaw. She shrank back in pain, tears streamed down her eyes. They all stared at me, I only smiled. The girls came at me, but I ducked to my knees quickly sliding between them. I was on the edge of the steps now. I looked down a bit, but straightened and watched them. They all three came at me, I dodged as much as I could but a fist hit my spine, making me drop on my knees. A kick hit me hard in the gut, pushing me into the air. That's when I knew I was doomed. 

I didn't feel a single step. Not one.. little step. The air from my lungs washed out of me as I finally hit the base of the steps, my head hit the hard concrete. I didn't black out this time. Just loads of pain overwhelmed me. I wish I just went to see Mark, I'm always stupid about these things. I pushed myself up, my shoulder was pulsing with pain, my lips were cracked and bleeding, my eyes weren't swollen, but my back and head hurt like a bitch. The girls on the stairs were laughing and calling me names now, I just smirked and kept pushing myself up. I finally made myself stand and balanced myself up on the lockers. I mumbled to myself as I hurried to my locker, grabbing my bag and leaving. Just listening to the laughter of them made me retch. Luckily there was a trash can.

Mark.. being the gentleman, stood next to his car, kicking at the dirt. When he saw me the joyful light in his eye was replaced my dread. I smiled and did a sarcastic wave.. whatever those look like. He hurried to me, asking me repetitively 'who did this' or 'are you ok'. I kept waving him off, telling him to stop and take me to where ever he planned as I carefully changed in the car. 

He took me to a market. No wait.. a fresh food market. Is it because I look like a twig? Is he trying to fatten me up? I am now a vegan, mostly after seeing a pig hanging upside down. The fruits looked wonderful though, and the peaches tasted delicious. I've never been to one of these.. mostly because I lived in a dumpster and never went far from home. I couldn't stop smiling either, the people there were so kind and helpful. My basket was full with fruits and vegetables, then came the fish. Piles of ice and fish were on display, fresh cod, salmon, and tuna. There was a few octopus and squid. Shrimp, lobster, crab, and oysters.. OK I think you get the point. I love fish so much. This ..this was heaven. Timothy would love being here. I froze. I coudn't buy any. I used the money my foster family gave me on just fruit and vegetables. I stared so hard at the squid my eyes started to burn. Then a hand grabbed it up, placing it in a bag and handed it away, I felt like crying until I saw Mark handing me the bag with squid. 
"What? No.. I can't.. mm." I shut up.
"Make me something with it, I bet you could. I'll buy if you make something for our date." He handed me a wad of cash. The amount I used for the produce. Now.. I was speechless. DATE. Date. Date. Date. No. Date. No. No. It coudn't be. That's why she attacked me. Shit.

Mark waited patiently in the living room, talking to Sarah. I started cooking the squid in the sauce I made. I cut the zucchini and bell peppers quickly, placing them on the grill. I smiled a bit, smelling the aroma of everything cooking. I made fruit salad, adding cool whip and coconut shavings. I put it in the fridge and hurried to finish the rice, squid, and stir fry vegetables.

The family and Mark watched as I gave them each a plate of my delicious cooking. 
"So.. what do you call this?" Robert.. or dad, kept poking at the squid tentacles and looking at his wife.
"I don't have a name, but it's not alive if thats what you're wondering."
Sarah groans in disgust, but Mark smiles bright. I sit next to him, wishing he didn't invite himself. Mary smiles and tells everyone to dig in, which I do. I missed squid. My mother took me once when I was younger. I made my own sauce for it. It was perfect, but.. I don't how to explain it. Mark was instantly hooked after his first bite. Sarah kept showing her face of disgust, but that changed as she tasted it. Everyone at the table was in awe at the food. I may look odd and the food may or may not look too great, but I make damn good food. They all asked for second helpings, I smiled.

I showed Mark my room after he helped with the dishes. "So this is your wonderful room?" I gave him a dumb smile and closed the door, pulling my shirt off to change. 
"You seem to not worry if someone is in the room when you change."
"Hell no," I pulled my bra off and pulled a tank top on, leaving my jeans on. He tapped his finger on my new laptop. I left him to his exploring and laid on the bed. "When you're ready to go just tell me, the family is going to be going to some.. movie." I shouldn't have said that. Mark turns the light off, but I turn the light on the night stand on. He smiles and lays himself on me slowly. "Mark."
I push him off, getting off the bed and shake my head slowly. "You should go home before it gets late." He only sighs and looks up at me. I look back but ignore his sad looks. He nods and stands in front of me. I look up at him, he smiles and holds my chin with his thumb and index finger. Leaning closer, I start to blush, his lips meet mine, making me want more. I shove my tongue in his mouth, kissing him roughly. He grips the back of my shirt lightly and runs his hands down to my ass, groping and pulling me closely. I tilt my head back as he pulls me into the air, my legs wrap around his waist. He drops me on the bed and pulls my shirt off. Kissing down my chest and down to one of my nipples. I cross my legs behind him, but he unhooks my legs and pulls my pants off. I start to pant, nervous and excited all at once. I don't know what to do. He pushed me further on the bed so he can lay between my legs. I shouldn't have worn my cute panties.. I'm going to ruin them. He licks my nipple slowly, nibbling gently as I gasp. I grip the blankets gently, hoping he won't hear the weird noises coming from my throat. I only hear him as he undoes his pants, there's a pause. I can't see anything. The light seems to be dimmer than before.. or my eyelids are growing heavier as my body has fits from not being touched in my special place. His hands are warm against my body, his fingers trail down to my panties, tugging them to the side. Yes.. it was my first time, I had no idea what he was up to.. Another pause. He slowly looks up at my flushed face, and slowly starts kissing the side of my neck. I tilt my head to the side and then.. pleasure. He slides inside me slowly.
He lets go of my panties as I grip the blankets and gasp, he keeps pushing his way in. I forget how to breathe. He slowly starts to thrust into me.. each time he does I send out little gusts of air. I can feel his lips and breath against my ear, his mouth whispers my name.. but my body seems to know what to do. I arch my back, pressing up against him, he moves a bit faster, making me moan. It feels amazing.. I mean sure it hurts.. but god..