MCKAYLA

They call me the queen of all bitches and I own it. I am the queen alright, and I will take fear over friendly any day.

But that being said, I do have friends and I'm fiercely protective of them. As the mature and intelligent one, I feel it's my job to look out for them.

But despite being the smarter than everyone else, I don't know how to help my best Tatiana. I play no favourites but she's the one I'm closest to and that's including my little sister Max.

Tatiana has a rough and unpleasant lifestyle compared to all of us and while that has never been a source of conflict between us, I suppose it can be overwhelming and frustrating to be surrounded by people who seem so out of touch with how the less privileged live their lives.

"As much as I'm enjoying this show of yours," Lukas, the only boy allowed in my bedroom, says from my bed where he's lying lazily with his shoes on my sheets! "You have been pacing for more than an hour now, why don't you just call Tatiana and fix this?"

I look at my cute Green eyed Blond who isn't the brightest at giving advice. "I'm not going to fix anything because I didn't do anything. The problem is her and I need to find out what it is."

Lukas rolls his eyes at me, something that irritates me everytime but for once I don't reproach him for it. 

"Well, I know better than to argue with your logic." He's obviously being sarcastic. "But I have to say, I'm surprised you are not freaking out about your sister being the school pornstar." 

Now I'm angry, how dare he insult my sister with such a juvenile term? "Don't you dare call my sister a pornstar!" I warn him, pointing my finger at him angrily. I will not let anyone judge my sister, that's my job.

"It's definitely a whole lot better than what the rest of the school is calling her." He states stubbornly.

"Well, they should mind their own business because they are no better than her." I say defensively but even as I say the words, I know Max can be a handful.

My sister and I are completely different for obvious reasons but Max is just too much sometimes. She certainly lives up to her 'wild child's title and her toxic relationships, particularly the one which produced the famous sextape, only show how reckless she is.

I really need to break up that relationship before it completely ruins my sister's reputation, well more than it already has.

"Mckayla," Lukas sighs heavily as he rakes his hand through his blonde locks. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insulted your sister." He sounds resigned.

I turn away so I don't have to look at him. I love winning, it's what I do, but for some reason winning against Lukas doesn't feel as good. 

When I don't reply him, he comes to me and I feel him standing behind me, his hands on my arms. "Do you forgive me?" He whispers in my ear whilest playing with my hair.

"No." I say firmly but we both know I don't mean it.

"Really?" He asks, his lips pressed against my neck.

Against my better judgement I start to giggle, I can't help it. My neck is ticklish and this boys knows it.

Lukas starts to pull me back to my bed where he lays me beneath him. I don't mind though, I easily comply. Lukas might just be the only person who gets me to do what they want without a fight. He makes me feel things , good things and for that he's precious to me. I wouldn't go as far as saying he has power over me but he's pretty close.

"Do you forgive me now?" He asks and I shake my head defiantly. Lukas grins at me, revealing his adorable dimples. "Okay." He says before pressing his lips against mine, kissing me softly.

I get nervous everytime his lips are on mine and it's always awkward for me for the first few seconds, this time is no different but it doesn't put off Lukas. He continues to kiss me and once I'm comfortable enough, I start to kiss him back.

My hands are in his hair as his hands roam around my body, touching me, caressing me. It's as exciting as it is scary but for once I'm going to let the former take control, I'm not going to fight what Lukas does to me.

"How about now?" He's breathing hard against me as he asks the question. 

Of course I have already forgiven him but this has turned into a fun game that I'm thoroughly enjoying. Without replying, I lean up and kiss him again. This time his kiss isn't soft but rather rough and dominant but I don't mind.

He starts to kiss my neck, licking and biting my flesh whilest his hand is hiking up my leg, caressing me through my stockings. It feels so good that it has my heart pounding from excitement and something else I can't explain.

I moan as he starts stroking me and it prompts him to do more, because in a swift second he rips my stockings and slips his hand into my panties.

I dont have much time to react because soon after, his fingers are on my throbbing core and seconds later they are inside me.

I gasp at the feeling of his fingers inside me. I don't know if I'm aroused or uncomfortable but I don't like it.

"Lukas..." I start but his mouth is back on my lips before I can finish my sentence. I don't know if he's genuinely dying to kiss me or if this is a calculated move to shut me up but either way it's not distracting me enough from the unpleasantness of how I'm starting to feel right now.

"Lukas," I try again. "Please....." I don't like how I sound, it's all too familiar and not in a good way.

"Shhhh." He mumbles into mouth as he continues to touch me. "You feel so good."

His words don't make me feel better, if anything they leave me cold. Now I definitely want this to stop. "Lukas, stop." I say again. "Please, stop." My voice is a whisper, a plea and it's not like to beg for anything.

"Hmmm?" I don't think he's even listening to me.

I place my hands on his arms, in an attempt to push him off me. "Lukas, please...." I can feel myself on the verge of tears but I'm not going to cry, not infront of him.

"Mckayla?" He frowns. "What's wrong?"

"Get off me." 

His frown deepens. "What?"

"I said get off me!" I snap and he hastily gets off me.

I sit up, fuming with rage. How dare he? What the hell was he thinking, didn't he hear me practically beg him to stop?

"Mckayla?" Lukas sounds, completely oblivious to what he just did. "What's wrong?"

His lack of acknowledgement only fuels my anger. "Why didn't you stop? I told you to stop!" I shout at him.

"Mckayla, I—." He starts to approach me but I stop him.

"Don't come near me!" I tell as I wrap my hands around myself. I feel so naked, so exposed.

His face pales like my words hurt him. Well good, because he's hurt me!

"Mckayla I'm sorry." He says the words quickly.

"Why didn't you stop?" This time angry tears are streaming down my face as I shout the words. "I kept tell you to stop but you wouldn't, why?"

A wave of shame and despair washes across his face.  "I'm sorry."

"I want you to leave." I wipe away the tears that just won't quit.

"Mckayla......" He starts but I stop him.

"Go!" I yell.

He raises his hands as if surrendering. "Okay." He says the word like he's talking to a wounded animal. "I'm going to go but let me apologize first."

I don't say anything but I suppose there's no harm in letting him say his piece, he can't exactly do anything from where he's standing.

"Mick, you know I love you and I would never deliberately hurt you. I'm sorry I went too far and I have no excuses for it but it just felt good to touch my girlfriend and to have her touching me as well. I will never do it again, please forgive." He sounds so sincere and makes me wonder if maybe I have been too harsh on him. Dammit Lukas, what are you doing to me!

"I'm going to go now but I hope you call me or that I can call you. You don't even have to say anything, I just want you to answer." He starts to walk away but I decide  I no longer want him to go, he's not going to hurt me, he's not the enemy.

"Lukas," he looks at me both hopeful and fearful of my next words. "Don't go."

He sits next to me on the bed, not too close but not far away either. For a moment it's awkward because neither of us know what to do. 

He's anxious about touching me because he doesn't know how I will react. But I'm anxious because of another reason mainly him thinking that I'm some weak girl who can't handle being touched. I never want him or anyone to think less of me.

"There's nothing wrong with me you know." I tell him after moments of awkward silence. It's really important to me that he knows that.

He looks at me and gives me a small smile. "Of course I know that." He grabs my hand and gives it a tight squeeze. "There's nothing wrong with you because you are perfect." His words are genuine and they make me smile, no truer words have ever been said.

"Hey Lukas," I say as I lay my head on his shoulder.

He carefully pulls me closer to him. "Hmmm?"

"You are forgiven." I tell him and he chuckles.

"I love you Micky." And just like that everything is alright in the world.