Stuck between two bad boys

I sat down quietly but everyone kept talking about prom and I was tired of listening to them. They were all making plans but I wasn’t moved.

The guys at my left kept making plans of how they’d snuggle some meth to the party and get high as fuck. They laughed at random topics and kept discussing how the prom would go. I don’t want ro talk about some few that talked about wanting to get wasted when having sex. Do they they even think it’s all about having orgy and getting random persons infected or pregnant normal?

For me, its not and at the same time, I don’t care.

I didn’t really care about prom except Emily was going to be there, of course. She had a way of bringing light to everything she got involved in and just maybe my Prom would be great if she came along.

A smile tugged on my lips as I thought of her and imagined her in a dinner gown or something. She would look effortlessly pretty and it made my tummy grumble in excitement and anticipation.

I checked my phone to see if I got any texts. A notification pinged and when I checked, it was Emily.

Emily: where are you?

Devin: Still in class. Let’s have lunch.

It took a few seconds before she texted back and agreed.

Emily: Definitely, I’m starving. Meet me at the canteen? I’m headed there.

Devin: sure, on my way.

I smiled and stood up grabbing my bag from the desk. I walked out of the class like I wasn’t part of the class and stormed to the canteen to meet Emily there.

She was sitting on an armless chair and had her legs sprained on the other. She looked pretty as always but each day that passed, I just watched her get prettier.

“Hey,” she smiled and looked at me.

“Hey.”

I sat beside her on the armless chair and she stood to make an order. “Want pizza?”

“Sure, would be fine.”

She gave a nod and went to the counter. She returned shortly with a tray and soda. She was addicted to soda and I wondered how she was able to drink a lot of soda.

“Thanks,” I smiled when she handed me a can. I opened it and gulped it to quench my thirst. I was thirsty and all I needed to quench my thirst was Emily’s lips.

“Everyone’s talking about prom,” she added.

“Yeah.”

“Ain’t you excited or something?”

“Not really,” I replied honestly. There was nothing to be excited about.

“Why?”

“I don’t plan on going unless you go with me.”

I saw her face redden from her blush. “I can’t, I’m grounded.”

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“Yeah, so I can’t go with you.”

“No way at all?” I asked raising my brow.

“Uh, well except my parents are not around. They’ve actually been away for some time and it’s just been me and Xavier.”

I noticed the emotion that spread across her face as she mentioned Xavier’s name. I felt the urge to ask if anything was wrong but I let it be. She would tell me herself if she was comfortable enough.

“I hate it,” she sniffed, trying to hold back her tears.

“Emily, are you okay?”

“I just can’t bear another day alone with him. I wish my parents never left each other.”

Why was she saying this? I swallowed hard and tried to ask her about it.

“Why? Is there something going on?”

She twitched her lips and I knew she was about to reveal something. She dragged her long sleeves up and revealed her wrist, It was bruised badly.

“What happened to you?” I asked losing my patience. I wanted her to tell me every single thing without leaving a single detail.

“He came home drunk last night again. He was mad at me for being with you.”

Shit!

I knew Xavier was an asshole and he stared at us like he had plans. I just didn’t expect him to take out his anger and frustration on her.

She showed me the bruises on her neck and lips and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“He did that too?”

She gave a nod and tears welled in her eyes. “He forced himself on me.”

Amma kill somebody! Amma kills somebody!!

“What the fuck do you mean by he forced himself on you?” I asked with anger boiling in me. “Did Xavier rape you?”

I was confused by her admission and shit. I felt the urge to break Xavier’s nose.

“Tell me, Emily, did he rape you?”

“I’ll tell you but don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to be the object of mockery,” she pleaded.

There was no way I was going to spill what she told me but I needed to get to know her.

“He doesn’t rape me but he strips me naked and uses my thigh to please himself.”

I swear I want to kill somebody.

“Holy crap,” I huffed in anger.

Did Xavier really do that to Emily? It was inhumane and I hated to imagine how traumatizing it must have felt.

“Come here,” I said and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry he did that to you.”

“I can’t tell on him,” she explained. “As long as he doesn’t tell on me for seeing you.”

This is so complicated! I didn’t know how to feel about that. I felt a flush of anger knowing I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Shhh, just come here,” I told her and kissed her forehead.

I wrapped my muscular arms around her and let her sob in my arms. She felt broken and I hated to see that Xavier caused it. My heart hurts as if I was the one being harassed. Shit! Why does falling in love have ro be so horrible and yet so sweet?

I held her tightly against my chest and felt her breathing pattern normalize.

I raised my head to meet Xavier standing across us. The motherfucking asshole. I looked at him and I felt a surge of anger rush through me. He stood with his hand in his pocket and he was looking at me. He wore a blank expression and stood firmly.

“Xavier is here,” I whispered to Emily’s ear.

She swallowed hard and kept shaking her head. “I don’t want to see him, Devin, I don’t want to talk to him.”

I gave a nod in understanding and continued holding her. She didn’t want to see Xavier and that was understandable.

“Take me out of here,” she pleaded. “Please Devin, get me out of this place.”

“Okay.”

I grabbed her bags from the chair and placed my arms around her shoulder. I helped her out and turned back to look at Xavier’s face. He didn’t look pissed instead he smirked.

Fvcking son of a bitch! Nah, his momma was innocent. He was just an asshole.

I raised my middle finger to him and threw him a dead stare. He looked at me with his sardonic smirk.

Emily and I walked away without him causing a scene or trying to stop us. It was because I liked him, Xavier always found ways to stop us from staying to get here but now he looked like he didn’t just see me with Emily.