BLACK AND WHITE

-EMILY-

It felt like it had come to an end. The old hook drawn to a sharp brazen oil now set ablaze. I had always felt like that, my soul churning to the stupefied melodies my heart had made.

My mind was always racing when he arrived, his black wavy hair bending the room to its will, his ferocious stare making me weak in the knee, and his well-chiseled chin bottling up every single punishment he was to serve.

He was the king of the hallways, the one behind every girl's dream and the high school jockey every lady fell for. Believe me, I know better than to just glare at him all day.

I could remember walking towards him that night after he had lost the big game against the Los Angeles Eagles. Not like I cared about sport; I just had to watch because of the way he flaunted his shoulders when he took a goal from the opposition.

Truly amazing.

I had consoled him that night, made him feel wanted, unlike the other girls who threw their bodies at him, wishing for intimacy. He had curled open a smile, asking me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. How stupid of me to have said yes in haste.

Though he had chuckled at it, saying my smile made him want to be with me forever. How lost had I been when he pulled me in close for a kiss, accepting my tongue for a wash of bliss?

I had quivered in his arms, his scent piercing my resistance till it crumbled like the Great Wall. At that point I was no longer the little darling my parents had called me; I had gone wild, wanting more of him.

I refused him when his hands went for my straps; I couldn't let him go that far just yet. He had sighed, his hands leaving my body. "See you tomorrow." He had let out.

I thought I had won his heart just like in the novels I've read. He'd been wanting me since he couldn't get his hands on what exactly I had in store; little did I know I was the fool.

The next day, the hallways weren't stuffed with the same air. The whole place went silent, the ticking sound of the hall clock ringing through my ear.

I kept wondering if school had truly resumed or if I had just been worked up by his fascinating words. Ryan, his name was definitely the only thing I could think of at the moment.

Suddenly, I heard screams from the top floor. I rushed up the stairs wanting to get a peek of whatever was happening. When I got there, I was met with a devastating storm, my heart literally punctured by the sight.

There he was, making out with Campbell, the school's hottest girl, under the sheets. I had hesitated claiming he was mine to keep, but that thought vanished when the wind blew the sheets back, his head revealed like brand-new auction material.

"Ryan…" I had exclaimed seeing how Campbell's legs were gripping him tight.

He didn't pull out, nor did he see the need to. He signaled to his boys, telling them to bring me closer. I tried running, but they held me, pinning me on my knees.

"Now watch closely, Emily." He shifted himself backwards, his head held up high. Then he rammed into her, a pop sound emanating from the collision.

"Oh! Yes!" Campbell moaned as he kept slamming into her. She was perspiring, dripping as his thrust per minute increased. I could feel the amount of pleasure, but it was quite the opposite for me—pain.

"I don't need a girlfriend when I have pretty girls like this to satisfy me, Emily. You lost your chance to have me last night, but you get to watch this happen over and over again." He chuckled watching Campbell gasp for air.

"Why choose a bitch like Emily? My younger brother, who's in middle school, wouldn't find her attractive." Gideon, Ryan's right-hand man, said.

Though it was an insult, it worked quite well with me. I had the perfect shape, moderate blessings enough to get a figure 8, but I had dressed carelessly to avoid boys from distracting me. Though my parents weren't against it, they had helped add more rags so I would look oblivious to them, but now I saw how bad it had turned out.

"Ah, yeah!" Campbell moaned as he pulled out, her gateway a tap of running water.

I jerked myself as they all laughed at Campbell's tired look. He had stuffed himself up in her that she'd probably need a stretcher to move.

"How foolish of me to have fallen for you." I said as I halted at the stairs entrance. They attempted to catch me, but he had drawn them back with a snap of his fingers.

"You're just a failure, Emily. You wear rags as clothes, a mild reflection of who you truly are… a rag used to clean the dirt. I was only kidding when I asked you to be my girl last night… you're not enough for me."

I clutched my chest, my heart beating rapidly at his words. I couldn't take it no more, running down the stairs in order to escape this plot of terror.

I ran out the exit, not giving a care about the teachers and students who called me back. I had to get home, wash away the boiling currents that had curled up in me.

"Run and don't come back, you freak." His voice resonated in my ears, a tune of frustration and sorrow playing at the back of my head.

I turned to look at him, his masculinity poised with the sun's reflection. His shorts were nowhere to be found, his well-sculpted abs telling me to scurry on.

Cans rained on me from the rooftop, hitting me like I was trash itself. I hurried off, tears rolling down my cheeks. This was when I knew that the cheerful Emily would be buried deep inside my heart and my life would never be the same ever again.