A Tangled Web We Weave (Completed)

33. The Talk of Shame

Sabrina

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I made my way through the hallway, waving to the people who pretended to be my friends. The football boys jogged around me, something of them calling hello as they passed. As I walked to Chemistry, I was suddenly jerked out of the hallway flow and pressed up against the wall. Giggling, I pushed against Israel's chest. "Ok, boyfriend, let me go."

He chuckled in my ear. "Oh, but I want to hold you." He kissed my cheek and drew his hand down my arm, weaving his fingers through mine. "Or should I say I want to hold you, again."

I laughed and pushed him away, still holding his hand. "Ok, Romeo, I need to get to class. And you have gym right now if I'm not mistaken. Coach Rothlisberger won't be happy if you're late again. Especially since last time, you were flirting with the Psych teacher to give you a better grade, but then blamed your tardy on me." As his eyes widened, I nodded. "Oh, yeah. I know things."

He grinned and pulled me back into the hallway. "You're right. Like always."

"I like the sound of that."

"I can tell you one sound I like better," he whispered in my ear and I slapped his arm.

"Shut up, God, we're in public, asshole." I smirked at him. "You're disgusting."

"And you love it," he replied, pausing in front of my classroom. He bent down and kissed my nose, walking away with a little wave over his shoulder.

Sighing happily, I walked into the lab and sat down next to my quarter partner, Kole Wright. "Hi, Kole, what's up?"

He quirked an blonde eyebrow. "Seeing as there's obviously more going on with you, I think any news I have can wait. One would think you haven't gotten laid before."

I gasped. "Oh my God, I'm going to kill you."

He laughed. "Oh, sugar, I know a pleased woman when I see one. Not that I see them very often."

"That's because you ride the swing the other way."

He blinked. "I haven't heard that euphemism before. That's a new one. I might make a sweater with that on it." He leaned closer, so close I could see the mascara on his lashes. "So, spill the details."

I drew a pretend zipper across my lips. "I don't kiss and tell."

"Bullshit," he hissed as the teacher, Mr. Stednitz, stood in front of the class.

"Good afternoon, class. Please get out yesterday's homework and pass it forward," he monotoned, patting his obnoxious tie down on his chest.

"Dang, I think mine's at home," I scrambled through my backpack. "Oops, nope, found it."

Kole shook his head at me, tsking. "You're a hot mess and a half."

"I know," I sighed and plopped my head down on my folded arms, watching the clock until the day could be over.

I went over to Israel's after school. I didn't ask my mother because I already knew she would say no. Better to ask forgiveness later than permission before. His car was already parked out front, so I hopped out of my car and locked on the door. Getting no reply, I walked in. His dad would still be at work and Israel probably had his headphones in, turned on way too loud.

Instead, I heard yelling. 

"I don't want you seeing that whore anymore!"

"Just because you broke up with her mom-"

"It's more than that. We never spend time together anymore."

"That's never bothered you before."

"Watch your mouth. I'm still your father. And you're living underneath my roof-"

"You know that I'm moving out the second I graduate, so don't pull that with me. You can't command me to break up with my girlfriend. I care about her, dad."

"You care about what's in your pants," his dad shouted.

"Don't you talk about her like that!" Israel slammed something, like a door or a cupboard, and almost walked right past me. He skidded to a stop and grabbed my arm, pulling me back out the front door.

"Israel, I'm-"

"How much of that did you hear?" He asked quietly.

I winced. "Enough. Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

He was shaking his head before I finished my sentence. "I will not let my hypocritical prick of a father control me, or you, ok?" He sighed, leaning back against the brick of his house. "He's hurting from the breakup and doesn't want to acknowledge that, so he's lashing out."

I stepped towards him, wrapping my arms around his middle. "If you're not bothered, then I will try to not be either."

His hand came under my jaw and he planted a firm kiss on my lips. Which ignited memories of clothes on the floor and sweat.

I blushed and pulled away. "Let's not prove him right about the whore part, huh?"

He laughed. "I haven't paid you." We walked to his car and he swatted my butt. "Yet."