Chapter Five- Laken

LAKEN

There is no way I’m letting Blake see my scars. Or my fresh marks from last night. I almost did though. Commanding Blake is hard to say no to.

I’m an independent woman. I had to learn to become independent after my family decided to go tits up. But when Blake started getting demanding, I started getting tingles going down my spine, and my nipples got hard. I had to snap out of it or he would have found out my secret, and that’s not a secret I will let anyone find out.

I know he’s going to ask questions about my busted lip, and I’m trying to come up with an excuse. Why does he care anyway? He doesn’t even know me. He’s probably one of those guys who sees a girl he wants and only acts interested till he gets what he wants. Which is usually a dick sucked or half-decent lay.

I hurry and take my pants off so I can clean up my knees before he decides I’m taking too long and comes back in. They are pretty busted up and it’s going to be a bitch trying to get the bloodstains out of my jeans.

Tillie. God, I can’t stand her! The only enjoyment I got out of this is that I heard Blake brush her off and come after me. I will probably pay for that though, even though I didn’t do anything. And that’s just it; I didn’t do anything to Tillie for her to act this way toward me.

I get myself cleaned up right when the bell rings. I still have to go to my locker so I’m going to be late for class. When I walk out the door Blake is still there like he said he would be.

“Are you good?” he asks while looking me over.

“Yes, I’m fine. It wasn’t a big deal so I don’t know why you bothered. I have to get to class. See ya,” I say over my shoulder as I walk away from him.

My first two classes of the day drag on, and once lunch gets here I’m really hoping I will just be left alone. There’s only so much I will take from Tillie before I cunt punch her and get in trouble. I really don’t want another detention.

I grab my plate for lunch and head to my normal table in the corner, walking faster than normal since I haven’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday. At this point, it’s trying to eat itself.

I’ve just taken my first bite when a tray lands in front of me and someone sits down across from me. I don’t even have to look up because I know it’s him. And not just by his delicious smell. I can practically feel his intensity when he walks into a room.

Laying my fork down, I sigh and ask, “What are you doing?”

“I’m eating lunch?” he says, but it comes out as a question.

“No, I mean what are you doing? As in, why are you following me around, asking how I am as if you care, and also, yes, eating lunch with me?”

“I do care, Laken,” he says softly.

I scoff, “You don’t even know me!”

“Maybe not yet, but that’s what I’m trying to do. I want to get to know you, he says softly. “So, that’s why I’m sitting here at lunch with you in your little corner of the cafeteria, away from everyone else so that you keep them at arm’s length.”

He stares at me with those haunting ice blue eyes that always seem to drag me in. To be honest, he scares me. A guy like this could crush my world like no other. Even more so than my parents ever could.

If I open up to him then he would eventually find out about my secret, and then he would think I was a freak. For some reason, that would break me, and I have no idea why since I don’t even know him. How could someone you just met have such an impact on you that you don’t want to displease them? Or fear that they would walk away and never look back. And that’s why this boy is dangerous.

Plus, I don’t need anyone finding out, and then that information gets back to Tillie, or anyone else at this school. Tillie would cackle with glee to find out how fucked up I am and use it to her advantage.

“Fine, you can sit here,” I mutter.

“Oh, Sweets, I wasn’t asking your permission, to begin with, but I’m glad that I have your blessing,” he says with a chuckle.

That fucking chuckle! I think women could get pregnant with that weapon! Has any woman ever stood a chance against this guy? I wonder how many hearts he’s broken in the past. Probably a whole fleet, I think with an internal eye roll. Jesus, he’s pure sex on a stick and it isn’t fair!

“So, my little Laken-”

“I’m not your little anything, dude,” I interrupt.

He chuckles- Oh my god, stop it!- and says, “Your smart ass remarks are cute.”

Are you kidding me? I am not cute. I’m a badass woman that will kick you in the balls the next time you call me cute, asshole! I send him a glare and he just chuckles again. Bastard.

“As I was saying, we’re going out this Friday night,” he says.

More like decrees. The target over his balls is getting bigger by the minute.

I let out a very unladylike snort- which I never said I was a lady- and say, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I don’t go out with men who demand a woman to do anything, and have you ever heard the term, “stranger danger”? For all I know you could take me in the woods to rape me, kill me, and then chop my body into little pieces, and leave them all over the woods for animals to feast on. So, no, you murderer.”

He just stares at me for a moment and then throws his head back and laughs loudly. Ugh. Of course, he’s sexy when he laughs, and that adam’s apple of his makes me want to lick it and then bite down. I bet his skin tastes divine.

Wait, what? What the actual fuck! This man is getting my brain all foggy with hormones and shit. I’m appalled with myself!

Then I realize that everyone’s eyes are on us, and Tillie’s is glaring daggers at me. She can’t stand it that every guy in this school isn’t bowing at her feet asking for her pussy.

I look back to Blake and he’s looking at me with this weird look I can’t describe.

“What?” I ask, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden.

He clears his throat and looks away saying, “Nothing...it’s just that I don’t know when I last laughed like that,” now looking uncomfortable himself.

“Well, I guess you’re welcome then,” I say awkwardly.

He just chuckles again and starts in on his food as I continue shoveling bites into my mouth, noticing that everyone else has gone back to their own business.

“So, what time can I pick you up Friday night?”

I guess it doesn’t surprise me that he’s not the type to give up, but I was really hoping he would just take my no and leave me alone.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” I blurt out.

He starts choking on his food and takes a drink of his water.

“Never say never, Sweets, but I wasn’t planning on fucking you anyways,” he says with a chuckle. “That’s not why I asked you out. Or demanded, as you say.”

“You weren’t?” I ask, feeling all kinds of suspicious now. Why the hell would he want to go out with me and not expect to be fucked? Every guy around here is like that. That’s why I haven’t been in a relationship since Mr. Two-Pump Chump, although it wasn’t a relationship. He moved away last year so the penis flytrap has been closed since then.

“No. Believe it or not, I really was being honest when I said I wanted to get to know you, and I kind of got the feeling that you aren’t the type of woman to just fuck whoever. Especially some stranger who could take you out to the woods, rape you, murder you, then chop up your body into little pieces for the animals to feast on,” he says with amusement.

“Fine, I will meet you wherever you want to go,” I reluctantly.

“Oh, no, babe, I am a gentleman and I pick up my dates and treat them right.”

“This isn’t a date. We’re just going as friends,” I retort.

With a heavy exhale he says, “Fine. Friends. For now,” and winks at me.

He is so full of himself. I’m going to show him that I won’t be one of those girls whose panties fall down as soon as they see a bad boy and make fools of themselves.

“Fine. Hand me your phone so I can give my new friend my number.”

He hands me his phone with a gorgeous smirk and I text myself from his phone so I can save his number and he will have mine.

“Remember, we’re just friends, Laken. So try to restrain yourself and don’t text me any pictures of you in just your bra and panties,” he says as he stands up with his tray in hand to head to the garbage can.

I scoff and roll my eyes. As if I would text him that! Although that has me trying to picture him in just his underwear now. Jesus, why do I always seem to need a life jacket for my panties when it comes to this guy?

He takes two steps then stops to say over his shoulder, “Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice the way your nipples got hard when I demanded you to take off your pants in the bathroom this morning.” He winks at me and then walks away.

I groan and pick up my tray to head to my next class. I’m thinking this non-date is going to be a bad idea. At least he didn’t ask me about my busted lip again, but I have a feeling it will come up again soon. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who will just let something like that go.

As I’m about to walk out the cafeteria door, I look over to see Tillie looking at me again. She looks like she’s the one who wants to murder me and then chop up my body for the animals to feast on. I give her a smirk, bat my eyelashes, and give her a wave with my fingers.

Bring it, bitch.