The Dawsons

Chapter 8 - Disruption

Monday, May 2, 1966

From the back of the classroom, Derrick watched Rose closely in history class. Her posture was perfect. The length and silkiness of her white-golden hair running down the back of her chair and ending just before her buttocks was exquisite. Derrick's dark eyes stopped there for a moment, and he wished he could touch her bottom; it was flawless in size and shape. He eyed her pale arms and hands placed neatly on the desk in front of her, her fingers gently holding a pen in her right hand, writing neatly on a textbook. Derrick watched Rose look up at the board and then back down at her desk countless times as she copied the paragraphs on the board. He grinned, finding her fascinating. He then gazed below her desk, where her long, shiny legs were elegantly crossed. Derrick wanted to feel them so badly that it hurt. He wanted her thighs entangled around his waist while he pleased her in every way.

Derrick instantly felt a wave of heat rush over him, sweat sticking to his grey shirt. It had been two weeks since Rose and her sister had started attending Evangeline High, and he had remembered every day since. She had started something in him that he could not shake. Derrick had been angry with himself and angry with Rose for making him feel so weak, so powerless against his own emotions and his own body. But that anger, that hatred had faded as quickly as it had emerged. Derrick couldn't seem to stay angry with her for long. She had ignored and avoided him on more than several occasions and that had made him feel furious and unwanted, but because he was so stupid, he kept coming back for more rejection. He couldn't help himself. Derrick kept thinking that, as soon as he had his way with her, he would be free of the torture, of the need to be around her and to want her. But he was starting to wonder. Don't be stupid, he told himself, knocking his fist repeatedly into his head.

Derrick just wanted to be himself again, and he couldn't be until he'd had Rose entirely. He wasn't one to give up, especially when a woman claimed to not be interested in him. Derrick would always make them break, but Rose had been the hardest one to crack. He knew she felt something for him. He could see it in her eyes and the way her body reacted when he was near her. Eventually, Derrick knew, Rose would bend to him. She would lose her strength to pull away from her desire for him. They always did. And that's when she would be his.

Derrick could feel eyes on him, and they weren't Rose's like he would have hoped. He turned to look at the front of the class, where the girl sitting closest to the door was staring at him. She was beautiful. She had red hair, purple eyes, and a perfectly curved figure. But she did nothing for him, not anymore, and that frustrated him. Derrick grinned darkly at the girl, and she chuckled, going pink in the face. The girl then tore a piece of paper out of her book on the desk in front of her and wrote her number on it. She dropped the paper on the ground, lifting her flat hand above it. It hovered a centimetre off the chequered floor and then started to glide across the room towards him.

When the paper reached a desk in the centre of the room, a red stiletto stomped on top of it. Derrick traced his eyes up the leg of the woman in the red stiletto and found the back of Patrice's white head.

Patrice glared at the red-haired girl with the purple eyes and grinned harshly. The piece of paper that had been on the ground floated into her hand, and she crushed it, stabbing holes into the paper with her long, sharp, cherry-coloured nails. The red-haired girl flinched, glaring angrily back at Patrice.

Derrick was entertained as he watched the two girls, though he couldn't help wishing that Rose was the one fighting over him, the one jealous of his affection.

Patrice stood up then and quietly twisted around to face the back of the room. She smiled naughtily at Derrick, strutting like a model towards him. The teacher, who was writing on the board, was completely oblivious to the students acting up around her. When Patrice reached him, she gracefully sat on his lap and Derrick's groin reacted instantly, going hard beneath her.