Sex and the Treaty

Back with a Bang.

Stacy's perspective:

Its fun to be back to myself. The fearless, careless and danger posed girl I've been all my life. I thought it would be fun just to arrive at school early. Exactly one month after me being treated to shit. I'm surprisingly the first student who actually jumped the compound to get in. 

I saw a couple of basketballs lying on the field so I just chucked my bag and started to play alone. 

The past one month, I could say was life changing. I realized gran was the only one who still cared and I'm so grateful to that. But she made me into a girl who requires no sympathy, no care and of course, no love. 

What happened a month ago was only one part of the story. I'll play the second part now. I'll play myself. The new and improved, Stace Anderson Brown, 2.0. I had spent the entire month working my body out. Eating carbs and maybe shaping up a little so I could "flaunt with my body".

Just like the game has its rules, he broke me. But I was strong enough to stand back up. Now I'm going to break him, my way and I won't be surprised if he keeps down forever. He made me cry for being with him. I'll make him cry for leaving me. He made me look like a piece of toy and I'll make sure he was nothing but a piece of toy in my life. 

You maybe call me a slut now. You can call me badass. But I need to turn into one to get him under my control. I fucking hate Atticus and I will hate him for the rest of my life. 

Now you "be safe" Mr. Sex addict while I put your life in complete and blissful threat. 

I was dribbling the ball when the ball missed my hands and I couldn't feel it anymore. I was searching for it in thin air and I turned around to see surprised pair of eyes. 

"Hey Nick." I smiled snatching the ball again. 

"Stacy? Where the fuck have you been?" He asked as I saw other making their way towards me. 

My eyes looked for the one I wanted. The prey to my hungry stomach. His eyes glided up from his phone and met mine as the same instance mine locked on his. His dark brown pupils widened as his phone tumbled down and fell on the grass. I felt a feeling of satisfaction, I left a breath I held for a month as the tension in my shoulders lightened.

By just seeing him, I felt I was back to being vulnerable again. No, I fucking hate him.

I rolled my eyes scoffing a laugh while he never bent to pick it up. He walked over it with the others towards me. 

"Just somewhere..magical." I smirked cocking my eyebrow. 

"God, you scared us all so much." Nick shook his head as his arms embraced me and twirled me in the air.

Okay what the fuck is wrong with him? Isn't he the one with yells of pickup lines and fuck ass attitude? Why does he care about me so much. I curse myself because as soon as his hands lifted me my uncontrolled eyes met Atticus's and his expression built an idea inside me. 

His jaw clenched and his hands fisted while he looked like he was going to rip Nick's jaw off. By the next three turns I found him missing in his spot. Oh why am I searching for him anyway?

"Oh my god, you idiot." Nick laughed putting me down. 

I felt his hand release me as it brushed down my ass before he pulled out. I ignored the touch. 

"God Stacy.." Davis shook his head as he hugged me again.

Exchanging hugs and high five's with all of them made me realize that a person's importance only stages when they go missing for days. Or maybe Atticus told them about what happened.