TASHA"Goodbye mum." I bang the door of the car shut and blow her an air kiss."Goodbye darling." She says, blowing me back an air kiss of her own before pulling out of the school's parking lot, driving away.I am left standing alone and staring at the tall school building in front of me. I had a shitty weekend, and now I am here in school. On a Monday. God I hate Mondays. The school clock just stops ticking faster. Classes become longer and tedious.And assignments. Tons of assignments from Miss Paxton, the Geography teacher. Her long intellectual class is first two periods today.I groan and take in a breath. Today should be different please.I adjust my mid-thigh black jean skirt and black crop top before I start walking over to the school building. A group of three scantily dressed girls with heavy makeup scoff directly to my face as they parade past me.What the hell? And why do they even look like they are trying to apply for stripper positions in a club?I huff out their audaci
TASHAI breeze past the offices, racing towards the only quiet dark place I have in my mind to seek solitary comfort. It may not be one of the fanciest places, but it will give me the silent solace I need right now.Reaching the door of the storeroom, I push it open and barge inside, meeting a stark darkness that matches my anguish inside. I bang the door shut behind me and latch the door bolt into place.My hand brings out my phone from my bag and turns on the torchlight. I search the wall behind me for the light bulb switch of the room. After finding it, I turn on the switch. The white bulb light illuminates the small room instantly, but it does not eliminate the dark sorrow flowing within every single vein and bone of my body. I turn off my phone's torchlight, my legs wobbling. I sink to the floor, bowing my face in-between my hunched up legs, my tears streaking down my cheeks.I have been such a fool. A big massive stupid fool. I loved him with everything I had. I cared for her wi
TASHAMy statement drops like a silent bomb, spreading its stillness between us. Nate's face falls into a flat pale expression at my words. He wanted me to talk about how I truly feel. Well, that is how I truly feel. Bitter. Pained. Filled with so much anger.I want to pay them back in their own coin.Just when I start to think that Nate and I will continue to keep staring at each other here in silence, Nate stands up from the floor and comes to my side, sitting down beside me, our shoulders merely an inch apart.He rests the back of his head on the wall behind us and takes in a deep breath. "Tasha, I will be really lying to you if I try to console you by telling you that I can understand what you are going through right now. Jason is an asshole, and Diane, what she did to you is totally unimaginable. If Marco did that to me. . . ." He shakes his head. "In fact, I don't want to even think about that possiblity."He exhales gently, turning to look at me. "But Tasha, getting back at Jas
TASHAI am kissing Nate again, and I don't want to stop. His tongue tickles along mine, fanning the heated flames he ignited in me. My body always reacts to him like this, and I can't always seem to get enough or let go.My hands roam across his chest, sliding up to the back of his head, my fingers tangling into his hair and tugging at the curls. He rasps out a low moan, his tongue slipping back into my mouth once more, our kiss turning into a hazy combination of gasps and syncing tongues. One second, his hands are cupping my face, the next, they are gripping my ass, picking me up from the floor in a split second. I marvel at his strength, my short jean skirt shifting up as I lock my legs around his waist. My arms loop around his neck, holding onto him like my life depends on this wild, crazy kiss that is happening between us, my mouth and body praying that it never ends.His strong arms spin us around, and I feel the wall press into my back. His lips pull away from mine, breaking our
TASHAThat mouth of his might just be the end of me. My skin flushes at his words, my heart racing."Nate," I whimper when a second finger slides inside me, joining the first in rubbing against my inner walls. He slicks them halfway out only to slam them right back inside me. I moan, my hips riding his thrusting fingers, chasing his rhythm as he continues ramming into me. When his thumb begins to rub my clit, the sweet friction, in combination with his fingers pumping inside me, sends me tethering on the edge. I grab onto him harder, riding his thrusts faster. "Yes, come for me." His words, with his mouth now kissing my lips with fast tongue strokes swirling inside my mouth, matching the rapid movements of his fingers inside me, ripples me right over the edge. I cry out as my back dips, my head angling back as the intense wave of my orgasm hits me, shuddering all over my entire body. More moans and gasps ebb off me as my riding thighs lock tight around him, my core muscles clenching
TASHAThe rest of morning classes flash by in a blur, with Jennie feeding me bits by bits of information about Miss Paxton's class that I missed, and constantly pulling my eyes and mind off Nate, who obviously has not glanced my way. Not even once. He looks so lost and distressed that even our history teacher had to call his attention back a couple times during history class. I feel so bad, and I hate myself that I made him that way. During lunch break, I borrow Jennie's Geography notebook and decide to skip lunch, not having the appetite to even eat. The library will be mostly empty by now, and it will offer me a safe haven. I can update my note there and distract myself from all the noise and tiny whispers. But most of all, it will help me avoid the pain of sitting with Nate on the same table, enduring his possible stabbing silence towards me and pretending like nothing happened.I do not think I can bear it.I shut my locker after grabbing my geography notebook and make my way ups
TASHAThe questions keep vibrating in my head even when I enter the greenhouse. Nate is talking to the man. They turn around at my presence, Nate's smile vanishing off his face the instant his eyes meet mine. Nothing stabs more painfully than when you feel your heart squeezing so tight like it is been ripped right out from your chest.That is exactly what I am going through right now."Tasha Quinn, come over here." The man beckons to me. I drop my bag on the table and dust off my hands against the jean material of my skirt, my restlessness growing more and more every second I walk closer to them. Nate looks away when I reach them."You both are in luck today." The man says, showing us a large mass of green vines and shrunken branch sticks with dried brown leaves heaped together. "The labourers did half the work during the weekend, so all you have to do is to just pack them up and burn them right in that incinerator there." He points to the big black incinerator just less than a hundred
NATE"Come on Cage!" Alex spits out as his fist lands a solid blow to my jaw, reeling my head back in a sharp swirl. I can already taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue as my body falls backwards.Damn."Back off the ropes!" Marco yells from the sidelines just a second late after my sweaty back grazes the thick black ropes of the ring. Alex's fist lurches to attack me again, but I roll aside on the ropes, dodging his incoming punch just a hair breath past my left cheek. His fast body force of missing out on me throws his chest on the ropes, giving me just a few scrappy seconds to regain my footing.He bounces off the ropes and snaps round at me, fists raised, stubbled jaw clenched, dark brown eyes blazing at me in thick concentration. Alex Davis stands a whooping 6ft tall, his muscular body hard and toned from years of fighting and training most of the deadliest MMA fighters around the world. He barrels towards me in an all-out attack. Shit he is so fucking fast, but his fists