Unconditionally

7-Sluts and Parties

Michael
I finish cleaning her wounds. Man... it's obvious who did this. This wasn't any rug burn. I don't know what person would be so stupid to think it was.

I capped the aloe and put it back in my locker along with the rag and peroxide.

"Why do you have so much medical equipment in your school locker?" She asks.

I shrug.
"Ive always been a sucker for safety."

She nods.

The print on her cheek is pretty much gone now. Thanks to me.

"Well thank you. But aren't you going to ask who did this?"

How stupid is she? Wouldn't she want me to not know?

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I already know who did it."

"O-oh." She looks guilty and turning white.

I take her cheeks in my palms. "I'll take care of it okay?"

She nods not looking me in the eye.

I just stare at her for a minute.
Awkward.

She breaks free. "I-I'm sorry. We should get back  to class. T thanks."  She turns and speed walks to history.

I roll my eyes. Women.
I walk after her.

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After Class...

Michael

The rest of history went by pretty smoothly. We worked on our project some more. But she was relatively silent.

Hm.

I was one of the first ones out the door because I had to find the person who slapped Vanessa.

I walk straight to Tatiana's locker and slam it shut almost taking her fingers with it.

"M-Michael!"
She says startled.

"What  the hell is the matter with you Tati?"

She crossed her arms and legs.

"What are you taking about Mikey?"

"I mean Vanessa! Why did you slap her?!"

She smirks. And then wraps her arms around my neck.

Disgusting slut.

"She was getting in the way of us mikey."
She said whinily.

I take her arms from around my neck and throw them back at her.

"Look Tati. We're only pretending to date for sex. I'm only using you for sex. We agreed on this."

"I know mikey but I can feel something between us."

"Doesn't give you the right to go hitting other girls."

"You can't tell me what to do."

I slam her against the locker.

"You can't hit me imma girl Michael."

"Fuck I wish I could though Tati."

I forcefully let her go. She fixes her dress and tries to cover up her red lace underwear.

"Say Michael. You want to bring your little friend to the party at Riders tonight?"

"There's a party at Riders?"

She nods twirling her hair and going through her locker.

She takes two envelopes from it and hands it to me.

"I want you two to come."

"Why the hell are you being so nice all of the sudden?"

"Becauuuuuuse Mikey."

She pulls me closer. And puts her lips to my ears. "What good is a sex partner without any sex?"

"You need help."

She clicks her tongue and shuts her locker.

"See you tonight baby."

She walks away as I hear whistles and catcalls behind me.

I look at the invitations to see this was a legit party. And sure enough it was.

I really don't know if Vanessa wants to go though. Maybe I should just go alone.

But knowing how close her and that girl Dalya is, and how close Dalya is to Rider. Vanessa is going to want to come.

I just don't know if she can handle Tatiana.

I can only hope.

I hear someone approach me and open the locker next to Tatianas.

I look up form the invites to see it's Vanessa.

"Hey Venelope." I say hiding the invites.

"Michael." She says sternly.

"Are you still mad at Tati?"

She shivered at her name. "Did you talk to her?"

"Yeah."

"Then no."

"Look I-"

She slams her locker shut.

"Look Jackson. I don't want to be part of your life. I got slapped by your bitch. You seduce me with the look of your eye. AND you have been so fucking mean to me since freshman year. Just leave me alone."

She starts to walk away.

I grab her hand. "Wait." I pull out the invites and hand her one.

"Will you at least come to Riders party?" I ask practically begging.

she takes a deep breath and reluctantly takes the invite looking at it and then back to me.

"Please?"

"Is the almighty Michael Jackson begging his enemy to come to a party?"

"I didn't consider you my enemy Princess." I say.

She rolls her eyes. "I'll come to your dumb party. You better hope Tatiana behaves herself."

She flicks the card stock invite and turns to walk away.

I lean against the locker looking at her awesome ass through those denim jeans.

"And stop looking at my ass!" She yells back to me.

"Zip it and keep walking Vix!"

"Just keep walking." I say taking a picture of her Ass.

I'm a dirty, bad boy.

Heh heh.

TO BE CONTINUED....