Into the Storm

Chapter 10 | Jonah

JONAH BARRERAS

I was sat with Emma and Vince as Philly stood up from the table focused toward the dj booth. His eyes enraged with murder as they locked on Darren's red plaid shirt with his black zip sweater too small for him and his way too new converse, standing next to our headliner. Phillip is a model and wouldn't never dare to fight anyone on the count of messing up his pretty little face. I'd be lying if I said we all didn't want to take a turn on shipping our fists across the tension in the air that he brings, just to arrive on his face. Possibly breaking a bone or two.

There was a time when Art and him fought and when I pulled Art off of him, Darren took a swing me. My pathetic ass had a photo shoot the next morning with Hiero, but I didn't care. I was being swung at and I fought back. I ducked sideways and I felt Vince pull me off of him. Some of the Storm security whisked Darren off from everyone. Except for Art. Art waited until everything was calm again. We were all outside getting some fresh air and got a hold of him out in the patio while he was looking at Art and smoking his stoge with his douche shit eating grin. Art had his own stoge in between his middle finger and his thumb when he eyed Darren as he brought the last drag of the cigarette to his lips. I remember Art taking that last drag of his hit before dropping it to the cement to step on as he kept his eyes locked to Darren.
Art..
Fucked..
Him..
Up!
I didn't stop Art it this time either. I stood right where I was and let it all go down as a crowd started to form around them. A figure stood next to me as it was going on. I turned my head to Hiero smoking his pen with a smile.
"Is that?"
"Art? Yup!" I answered.
"What's their whole deal, anyway?"
I set my drink down on the metal table beside me and turned to Hiero. I shook my head, "It was already a long time coming. It was only a matter of time." I tried not to say too much. It wasn't his really his concern at the time anyway.
Hiero turned his head back at the crowd. "Art's gonna finish him." His head and eyes danced around to see if someone was going to stop it.
"I'm going inside." As much as everyone wanted throw a fist at Darren, I was over it but I needed to go check on Jade. She was inside working her ass off and not knowing any of this was going on. Including what happened in the parking lot. I'm sure security told her about it after that happened.
Art is no less of a dick than Darren, but the volume of Jade and Darren's history is worth the ass beating that was coming to him. He knew it, and he knew it when he stepped foot in Storm that night.

Art has his arms wrapped around Maia from behind as they stood inches away watching the dj.
"We're going outside to smoke. You wanna come?" Maia invites me out.
"No. I'm good right now. I just came from out there. I saw -
"Saw what?" Art pries.
I scratch my head and I smile, "Jade and R.T. come out of the back door to the back lot when I was coming in. I think they were-
"What?" They both ask. Fuck.
I rub my neck and I've already said too much. I put my hand out in a stop motion, "Just don't be a fucking cock blocker, Art."
"We're going to my car anyway." Art says.
"Emma? You in?" Maia asks and Art nuzzles her neck.
"No, baby. Just me and you. I want to car fuck too." He says in that loving boyfriend voice. He's so full of shit.
Maia turns her head into him and reaches back to gently swat his neck from behind, "Don't be rude, Arty."
"Yeah! Arty!" I make fun.
He flips me off and laughs. I shake my head and roll my eyes as I take a drink of my Ciroc on the rocks. Emma stands up from beside me.
"I'll come." Taking her steps out. Art gives Maia a squeeze and groans.
"We'll be back." Maia squints a smile at me. The three walk off and Philly still has a look to kill on is face.
"Just let it go, man." Taking another drink of my glass. Phil runs his hands over his blond locks and sighs before he sits down.
I lean into him, "Forget it, man. If Jade doesn't care that he's here then neither should we. She's outside with Hiero anyway."
"Who's taking Jade home, tonight? She's already a little tipsy." Vince empties the rest of his bottle of beer.
"Hiero!" Philly and I say at the same time in sync and Vince almost chokes.
"What the fuck? Are you serious?" Vince's eyebrows raise in the amusement with the smile. It's contagious to us all because this a moment we've all been waiting for, just not this soon.
Vince slams his bottle subtly on the table with pride. "Man.." He looks at me smiling. "So it's really going down right now? Hiero better brace up, because Jade is a shot away from Queen Mode. He's gonna fall to his god damned knees when she puts him in his place." He chuckles.
Phil leans over to face Vince, "He's already fallen. Don't you fucks know what happened with them at Art's party last year?"
I do, but I never said shit. "Phil, just shut it, man. We're not talking about that."
Vince puts his hand out, "Hey. What? Whoa whoa whoa. Wait. Hold up. What the fuck happened?"
I shoot Phil a look and he scratches his head.
"Hey, too bad Art is here. I saw Maia give you that look just now." Yeah. Me too. But it doesn't matter.
"Phil. You should go get another drink so you can shut your mouth. You're talking way too much, man." I laugh.
"Hey, fuck off, mate." He laughs.
There were too many things in that statement Philly just mentioned right now. It made want to drink my brains out with an entire bottle of ciroc from the bar and never wake up. Not so dramatically in that sense.
I kissed Maia once, and not just during the many juvenile truth or dare games we always play when we we're dared to kiss eachother. I mean really deep and got me hard make out sesh kissed Maia. Fuck if I can ever forget it. It was one of the many fucked up nights Art was gone and Maia was left home and heart broken. I went over to hang out and watch a movie with her and Jade. Katherine was there too. When the movie was over Katherine left and then it was only Jade and I with her. Jade stayed for a while before she pulled me aside and asked me to stay with her. She said she was leaving off with Darren, but I knew it was a lie. When it was just Maia and I. I asked Maia to cuddle with me on the couch. We put on another movie and during a boring part, I felt shifted in comfort. I moved a little and lifted my knee up to put pressure to prop myself up against the couch. Maia's leg lifted against mine and she shifted in between my legs. She laid back against me and I could feel her ass perfect through the cotton of her yoga pants against me through my sweats. I had to shift again, because I was starting to grow a bit. She had to have known what was happening. She shifted her body to look at me and I couldn't resist what was coming over me. Her lashes looking at me through with her dark hair falling from her shoulder. I gripped her hair and pulled her into me. I kissed her, and I kissed her for a good rest of the movie. We didn't stop. I didn't touch her body anywhere except for the handful of hair I had holding on to the moment with. She was sifting her hips in tiny slow grinds against my bulge under her ass. I was hard. Rock fucking hard and she kept letting out these tiny little moans that were making me fucking crazy. I felt my hands reach for the front of her waistband to slip my fingers through and instantly stopped myself. Art would fucking murder me if he knew this ever happened. I jumped up and grabbed my keys from her counter top. I couldn't think or breathe right. My mind was going a thousand thoughts per second. I apologized to Maia for freaking out but she understood and I wanted everything in that moment to stay with her  the entire night making her feel good and to forget about Art and never leave her. Ever. Art is such a fuck ass. I was shocked at myself and pissed that even did this to my friend. Art has been my best friend since we were small children and I would never dream of doing this if he was with anyone else. Maia means just as much to me and I am torn between being a good friend to the both of them. As soon as I got in my car, I wanted to call Art and fucking scream at him for being a fucking prick to Maia all of the time. I wanted to call him up and tell him what a prick he is and what I had just done with Maia. He's such a selfish prick. But, he's also the best friend you could ever have around.
I'll never say no Maia if she needs me around. But kissing her can't happen again. Maia and I have always been platonic but that night I was a bit selfish on my end. It was good to see her that way too. For once, she was thinking of herself and not being taken down by the thought of Art. Even if it had to happen with someone else that wasn't me while he's out in a whole other town, fucking someone he'll just send off straight away. I never told a soul what happened. Except for Jade when I called her freaking out the moment I got into my car and drove away. Jade is the only other person who knows about what happened. She owed me this since what happened with her and Hiero at Arts party last year. It took all the weed I had in my life that night to shut Art the fuck up from saying anything to anyone. Especially to Maia about what happened in his room. I had to tell him. For Jades sake. I don't think I've ever asked Jade if she was okay that much, ever in my life knowing her. I almost fought Philly for trying to use the bathroom upstairs in Arts bedroom. I stopped him from going in down the hall in there and when he asked why, I didn't say what or who. At first he assumed it was just a random couple fucking in Arts room. But then he came back and questioned why I was giving too much of a shit about it. That's when I was about to tell him who and what, but Hiero and Jade opened the door and came out. Philly was too much in shock after they both walked passed us back down the staircase. All that came out of his mouth was "I need a shot." Before he flew down the flight of stairs. I followed and Jade came running back stopping me from the last two steps down the staircase. Her innocence was still lingering as she stared at me with worry in her eyes. I reassured and promised her, that Philly and I wouldn't tell a fucking soul or I would end Phil. She asked me in confidence to tell Art for her about the bed. She was so scared that he would tell Maia. Art being the fucking liar that he is, kept his word, and kept it from Maia. The thing about Art is, you can always trust him to be dishonest. And that's the honest truth.