Wayward (Wayward #1) ✓ [bxb]

Chapter 13 (Greendale)

SONG - AMERICAN CANDY - THE MAINE

"Fuck." Emmett moaned softly on top of me stiffening his entire body at his release before plopping his body next to mine in exhaustion. I opened my eyes in relief having reached my own climax a few moments ago.

"Wow that was amazing." He breathed out lying down next to me. I smiled placing my head on his bicep "You were awesome." I wasn't lying. The sex was good. Memorable even. But the awed expression Emmett had on was something I couldn't copy. So I smiled tightly instead. It wasn't earth shattering sex or anything.

"I wish we could do that all the time." He said placing his hand over mine. I shrugged "Well, reality sucks and we have normal lives to live."

"Still I wish you didn't cancel so much like yesterday." He pouted. Yesterday I had been in avoiding Gerard Coffey since he was continually blowing up my phone and threatening to find out where I lived. I knew he would because it would mean answering several questions on his part but I still stayed indoors anyway. After so many long dates, I stopped talking to him after sleeping together just twice. I didn't think it was cause such a desperate effect on him.

He'd been calling me non-stop.

"Not my fault. I had stuff to do." I said. It amused and surprised me how attached Emmett had become to me. In the beginning that was my agenda but I didn't see it coming on as smoothly as it did. He was clingy, emotionally deprived and liked to talk a lot. So much different from the Emmett Anderson I knew who always cruelly laughed whenever Nathan shoved me against a locker.

"Stay with me longer." He demanded when I tried to get out of bed. I turned back and smirked "No can do. I need to get home to study for my English test."

"Fuck that." He drawled grabbing my hand. Somehow whenever I imagined a relationship in which I had a boyfriend who didn't let me out of bed, I didn't imagine it with Emmett playing a star role. I imagined it would have been a cute, harmless guy who's fingers didn't make me inwardly squirm and whose long gazes I wouldn't end up doubting their sincerity. Not the boy who'd been my co-tormentor since I was about 14 years old.

For the longest time I'd hated him the same way I hated Nathan, painfully and explicitly. I always used to quietly hope in the midst of my tears, that one day they'd feel what the made me feel as those long tearful nights.

Now Karma had granted me a full access view to seeing it go down myself.

"I have to go." I said with a playful smile dragging my shirt from his grasp.

Emmett sighed pitifully, lying back on his pillow "Someday I'm going to make you spend the night with me."

I grunted "In a future where I don't have a curfew, yeah."

Before I could go, he leaned up and kissed me softly on the lips. Such softness I didn't think he would be capable of. Somehow it ended up reminding me of a powerful punch Nathan packed one day on my belly. I couldn't feel the difference much.

"At least shower first." He pleaded. "Do you really want to go home smelling like sex? I wonder what your parents would think." He tried for a cheeky smile but all I could think was, why do you care? You never thought of how they would feel seeing me in the bruises your best friend covered me with.

"Fine." I said with a sigh.

We had sex again in the shower. I had to promise Emmett of a whole afternoon together the very next day before he would let go home. His clinginess had made my skin itch a little. He was like a fucking five year old.