Dirt

23

Knox

He's trying to cover it. He knows how uncoverable it is.

"Dude! Are you part of some undercover fighting club?" Micheal Kapiller has his hands on his hip, bent down to inspect the purple/pink bruise along the right side of Princeton's jaw.

Honestly, a fight club is probably something I would think if I didn't know. Yesterday when he came to cards it was still yellowing. The boys jumped on, silently egging on what caused it. Cedar looked particularly angry. Harsh glares, sharp comments. I'm not sure what made him so angry -angrier than the rest.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Not only because he's distracting with his graceful hair, sparkingly green gems of eyes, his just overall unfairly attractive. I was also starring at the obvious pain on his face. He's incredibly good at hiding pain. He still smiled, laugh with his friends, made jokes about Basil being his personal chef. 

None of it erased the mark on his face or his emotional state. It's his own dad marking his son up. I can't imagine the storm in his head about it. My mom never touched me herself. She sent her boyfriends occasionally. When they were mad -either of them- he was sent on me to teach a lesson. 

It was fine, I'm over it. Punches, burns, as long as Grace didn't get anything it was fine. It's easier to deal with it because it wasn't Mom's hand on me, it was the meat of the week. I didn't have to look them in the eye for more than two weeks.

Princeton has to look his in the eye every day. Princeton has to work hours every day to keep a roof over his head, food in their mouth, beer in their hands. He still loves his dad. It's blocking him from the actual pain. 

I wanted to touch him the whole night. Push back his hair, hold his jaw, trace his skin. Unfortunately for me the boys are much to intimate with each other to sneak away for more than a few kisses leaving me wanting for more.

I temporarily forgot how addictive another person can be. I shut myself off of that kind of emotion when we moved here. Just the sight of how small this town is cut off my hormones. Princeton's kicked it back up full speed. Doesn't help he's so much more stunning than the rest of the whole town. He taught me bewitching as we made out in Raine's bathroom. 

Bewitching.

As nice as the little escapes yesterday were, they didn't scratch the itch of sin.

"If I was, you would absolutely be the last person to know. Sit your mullet down," Cedar cups his hands around his mouth making cheering noises like he's supposed to be in a stadium. 

Micheal flips them both off, Princeton completely ignoring it, Cedar grinning broadly back. At least Cedar's eased away from the anger. They climb up the bleachers to sit in front of Roger and I. Princeton sits in front of me, slowly easing to rest against my knees. I wish I could run my hand through his hair. 

"I love attacking mullets," Cedar smirks, his eyes finding Micheal's back.

"Dumbass, you had one. We've seen pictures," Princeton flicks his fingers against Cedar's head.

"I lived it, dumbass," Roger flicks Cedar's head from behind. Cedar whips around at his friends, pouting while scratching his buzz cut.

Princeton twists so his shoulder is wedged between my legs. I swear to fucking god if he isn't doing this on purpose. Then he pushes his hair behind his ear. He has to be doing this on purpose. 

"Princeton," They all look at me but I'm only looking down at him, "I looked it up. The library has that book so I can get a copy too. I also don't know where the library is so...that's on you again."