(Darcy’s POV)
I couldn’t get last night of my head all day. Remembering the way I let Cham roam my body both in real life and in my dreams just gets me all giddy all over again. He was so gentle with me every single second. I almost thought it couldn’t get any better than the bathroom scene, but I was so wrong… I still wish that that dream could’ve been sempiternal. How his lips felt on mine. How they left hot trails as they kissed every square inch of my skin. How our tongues intertwined and fought lustfully for dominance. How that lean body of his fit perfectly against mine as we pressed into each other so tightly. How he filled me so completely and perfectly… God, I want to go back… All those sweet memories of my last bathtime followed me around all day. I really didn’t mind! I was so caught up in my own thoughts that not even the trampy trio could rain on my parade. I even smiled at a few people today. Not one of those fake awkward smiles you throw to a teacher if you’re forced to talk to them. I legitimately smiled to students and teachers, waved even, as if I was always well acquainted with each and every one of them. I barely talk to anyone at school typically. Intentionally interacting with anyone in public is something I haven’t done since freshman year! I honestly think nothing can ruin my day today…
“Darcy,” a deep voice murmurs behind me. I whirl around and almost bash into a tall black haired guy.
I’m taken quite aback that I almost drop my books and pencils right in the middle of the hall, but the boy’s hands catch them just as they’re about to slip.
“Oh… Hi, Aiden,” I greet him back a little shyly. “I didn’t expect anyone to be around.” With everything secure in my arms, I tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear, then throw him a small modest smile. I’m a little surprised him of all people actually have come to talk to me, considering he’s pretty up there on the school’s social pyramid. Maybe it’s my good mood that makes me approachable for once.
“I didn’t either, but then I saw you,” he chimes, crinkling the corners of his black eyes as he grins. “Where are you headed off to?”
“Just the library… No where special.” I forgot how easy it is to talk to people sometimes…
“You go there a lot, don’t you?” Aiden’s smile never falls as his voice continues on charismatically. “I barely see you in the cafeteria. But when I do, you’re leaving.”
I shrug. “I guess I like quiet places where I can be alone.”
“That’s great! Then can I talk to you somewhere privately. Last thing I need is for my dickhole friends to interrupt,” he laughs softly as he ruffles his waxed hair a little.
I didn’t even have time answer before his hand met the small of my back and pushed me down the hall. Still too timid, I never object as we turn several corners through the maze of corridors. Aiden finally comes to stop in front of a locked classroom, to which he tries to unlock using, what looks like, his plastic student ID card. While he tries to shimmy the door open, I look around the deserted hallway. The tan floors are covered in such a thick layer of dust that I can almost smell it. If it wasn’t for the rainbow of trash in the area, the floors would’ve remained such a bland light brown and grey. Despite the drastic change, I recognise it as the electives’ wing. I haven’t been here since the open house I attended in fifth grade. The school closed off the area during my second year in junior high after some people set the Home Ec. room on fire, practically cut off their own hand in carpentry, and electrocuted themselves in robotics. Now this area is used to store extra or discarded chairs and desks.
“Got it!” Aiden whispers in triumph just when the door swings open. “After you, m’lady.” He motions into the dim and empty class.
I tighten my grasp on my books and proceed as instructed. “I really don’t think breaking into a classroom was necessary, Aiden,” I say, but try to lighten my scold with a small laugh.
“For you, the extra precaution is worth it,” he flatters.
I whip around confusingly to see him closing the door. My hands turn rather clammy against my notepads. “Excuse me?”
“I just mean that taking the effort to be alone with you, it’s worth it... for you.” He stumbles over his words slightly.
I sigh, relieved by what he meant, but my hands hang onto my stuff stiffly. “So, what’s up?”
His hand goes back into his dark hair, tousling his locks as his eyes search mine for some guidance. Aiden plays with in his hair while taking one long stride after another towards me. I move back slowly with each one of his steps until I’m stopped by one of the few desks occupying the room. “I’m just gonna be frank with you...” He drags his paws over his face anxiously. “I’ve had a huge crush on you since middle school. Will you please go out me.” I can’t stop the blush that hits my cheeks. It turned me blood red. I can’t even speak for a while. I just stand there with my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Aiden rests his hands on my shoulders, then looks me deeply in the eyes. “Please say something… Anything…”
“I’m flattered…” I force myself to answer. “But I can’t.”
His typically peachy eyes sadden and his hands tighten on me a little. “Why?”
“My parents don’t want me dating,” I lie. I’m in love with a ghost that lives in my room…
His shadowy eyes brighten oddly to my words. “What they don’t know can’t hurt them,” he whispers to me as his hands slither downwards.
I try to push him away with my books, but, instead, he manages to push me back a little. “Aiden, I can’t… I’m sorry…” The words rush past my lips. My heartrate is speeding up the more he pushes up against me.
“C’mon, Darcy… One date won’t hurt…” This time, my books slip out of my hands. His hands are flat on my ass. Before I can react to that further, Aiden slams his lips onto mine. I grunt in pain, for his teeth hit mine so hard that I could’ve sworn I felt them rattle a little.
“Aiden, get off,” I try to say against his lips.
His nails dig into my backside in protest, causing me to yelp behind his mouth. I almost thought his claws would tear into my skirt and puncture my skin the way he’s grabbing me. Aiden takes the brief moment to force his tongue down my throat. The tentacle-like thing withers in every crevice of my mouth, overwhelming me with the taste of pepperoni. It feels like he’s trying to eat my mouth. I hammer my fists against his buff chest, but it does nothing. His hands catch me by the wrists and he turns me around, forcing my back against him now. He grabs hold of both my wrists in one hand, to allow the other to venture my body. The lower they go, the more I feel something poke me from behind.
“How about I give you a lil preview for our date,” he moans into my ear as his fingertips inch their way past the waistband of my skirt.
“Please don’t,” I plea, tears stinging my eyes.
But he doesn’t listen. His fingers slip into my panties, then into me...
