Still Hated

Still Hated- Part 10

Noah and I pulled into the empty school parking lot. The last bell had rung about 30 minutes ago, so all the teachers and students were already gone; except for Chris and Bridget. They were sitting on the front steps talking until they saw Noah's car.

Bridget bowed her head, probably from embarrassment of her lies about being raped, when we stepped out. Chris jumped to his feet and started running towards me.

"Katt! Thank God you are okay! Bridget was lying about what Noah did." He started explaining, but he stopped short once Noah grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. He shoved his tongue down my throat and squeezed my ass.

I tried pushing him off; I knew Chris wouldn't take this well after all that had happened.

"What the Hell? Are you two... together?" The pain in his voice almost broke my heart.

"Chris, I'm sorry. We started talking and we're giving it another shot." I said after I pushed Noah off of me.

"After what he did to you? And I thought we had something, Katt." He said in disbelief.

"If anything like that happens again, it's over. For good." I said directed at Noah. "And we did. But you're m best friend, Chris. Nothing would have happened between us, we're too close. I'm sorry if I led you on." I was lying. Of course I loved Chris; I knew that from the beginning. But I knew it would be way easier for him if I told him this way.

"You heard her bro. So get lost, she doesn't want you here." Noah said.

"Fine, I'll go. But Katt, don't come to me when he beats you or rapes you. Again. And for the record, I loved you. And I would have treated you right, but from here on out, you deserve whatever you get." He turned around and started walking away.

"Chris!" I tried yelling after him, but he never looked back at me.

"Katt, I'm so sorry! I never meant to hurt you!" Bridget said out of no where.

"What are you still doing here? Leave. Now." I said. There as no way I was going to forgive her after the way she screwed me over.

She looked at me with wide eyes, and then she took off running. She almost tripped, but caught herself.

"So, you want to go to my house? I can cheer you up." He put his hand on the small of my back and led me to the car.

The car ride was silent, but soon we pulled up to his small house. He walked around and opened my door to help me out.

"Home sweet home." He said as we walked inside.

The inside of his house was worse than the outside. Wood panels were peeling up from the floor, the wall paper was peeling down, and there were cracks in the walls. The furniture was nice, but it was covered in trash and beer cans.

"Let's go on up to my room." He grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me up the stairs.

We walked down the long hallway to the last room. He flung open the door and stepped inside.

This was probably the best room in the house. There was a huge black bed with a large window behind it. Band posters and pictures of naked women covered the walls. And there was a large TV that hung on the wall. On the ceiling fan hung girl's dirty thongs and bras.

"Wow, this is like a sex addicts paradise." I said.

"Oh, it is!" He yelled as he pulled me onto the bed.

"Noah, I should probably be getting home." I was starting to get cheeped out, and I knew where this was going to lead.

"Just stay around for a while." He said.

He pulled me into him and started kissing me, shoving his tongue in my mouth and rubbing his hands over my body. I felt his hands start to work on unhooking my bra.

"Noah, not right now." I tried to say.

"It's the fastest way to get over Chris." He said as he successfully unclipped my bra.

Maybe he was right. I did love Chris, and I needed not to. I pulled my shirt over my head and started kissing Noah back.

Noah had just unbuttoned his shirt when my phone let out a bleep.

"Just ignore it babe." He said

I bleeped again. I sighed and reached into my purse.

"Just a second."  I said

I flipped it open and looked at the screen. 2 new text messages. From Chris?

Come over to my house now. The first one said. I looked at the second one. And hurry.

Why would he be talking to me? He practically hates me right now. What if he was hurt or needed my help?

"I have to go? I'll call you later." I pulled my shirt n and grabbed my bra off the floor.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He yelled behind me.

I pulled open his bedroom door and started running down the hall. "Nowhere. I'm sorry!"

"Fucking tease!" He yelled, coming out of his room half naked. He caught my arm just as I was about to go down the stairs. "I wasn't done." He said under his breath.