Because of You

Chapter 6

Nolen

I walked into the library and found Cory already waiting for me.

"Hey Nolen," he smirked.

"Hey," I waved.

"So, what do you want us to do our project on," Cory asked.

"Well, it's a Spanish project about research over a central or south American country," I replied, "so which one do you wanna do?"

"How about Colombia," Cory asked.

"Yeah. That'll work."

As we worked, every now and then I would catch him staring at me. He'd try to play it off though.

Cute.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon working and he gave me a ride home.

"See you tomorrow," he said.

"Bye, thanks for the ride."

Jacob

Practice was awkward for me.

The guys didn't seem to treat me any different, but I could feel the difference.

It was unexplainable.

After practice I showered.

"Jacob," Colton said.

"Yea?"

"How you holding up," he asked.

There was genuine concern in his eyes, unlike everyone else who was avoiding me.

"I don't know. I'm still kind of in a daze about the whole thing."

"Well, did you think about what I said," Colton questioned.

I turned to face him, shaking my head, "Yeah."

"Good. See you tomorrow."

I was the only one left in the locker room.

I got dressed slowly, reflecting on what I'd done earlier.

It made my stomach coil in knots and a lump formed in my throat.

I felt dirty.

I felt like a whore.

I felt violated.

Mentally, I was damaged, and I couldn't tell anything to anyone about how I was suffering.

I hadn't felt like this since...

"Jacob," Aaron called.

I jumped, staring up at him as he towered over me.

"What," I grumbled.

I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want him near me. If he didn't hold my life in his hands right now, I'd have beat his damn ass.

"Ooh, I don't like that attitude," Aaron said, holding a hand to his chest feigning shock.

"Fuck you," I said.

"Oh soon enough my little prince, soon enough," he said.

He grabbed my chin and leaned near my ear, flicking his tongue against it.

I shivered, pushing him away.

"Get the hell off of me man," I screamed.

He stared at me, licking his lips.

"Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, you better stop fighting. Get used to this because I can touch you as much as I want, when I want, and how I want," Aaron chuckled, "cause we wouldn't want anyone else to find out, would we?"