TASHAA mixture of instant pain and anger coils and twists in the pit of my stomach at Diane's unsolicited presence approaching us. When she stops in front of us, I notice her picking at her fingers, and I nearly recoil at the thought that stings in my head that we still have the same stupid habit that we share despite everything that has happened between us. Her eyes fall to me, staring at me like they are trying to beg me for something. "Tasha," her voice is nearly a mere whisper. "Can we talk?""No," My voice is firm and hot with the anger brewing inside me. "We don't have anything to talk about.""Please," she begs, taking another step further towards me. I take a step back, nearly stumbling. Nate holds onto me, steadying me. I can feel my tears coming, welling up in my eyes, the anger and pain I feel because of her not enough to quench them. After hurting me by fucking with Jason and treating me like trash just to fit in, what else does she want again? Isn't she yet satisfied wi
TASHAMy heated conversation with Diane still lingers in my head even after the classes for the day ended. I have never talked to her like that before, but damn, I am so fucking done with her. She should learn how to swim and stop relying on divers to save her fucking, jealous, unsatisfied ass every single time she feels like she is drowning in her stupid, pathetic mistakes.When the dismissal bell rings, I almost literally hop out of class, thrilled that I will be going straight home, but I wait, my eyes searching around for Nate. Worry bubbles inside me when I do not see him in class. Did he leave already?After looking around some more and still not seeing him, I gather my books and exit the class, heading straight to my locker. My mom will be so glad when I tell her that my punishment has been terminated. She has been worried sick that I might fall ill or that my grades would be affected, but gladly, none of that happened. To be honest, serving that punishment made me learn new th
TASHAAfter tossing around on my bed nearly all morning and going downstairs to watch TV with my mum in the afternoon, Saturday evening finally crawls in, meeting me in the shower. The anticipation of getting to watch Nate fight has been eating deep into my bones, especially since yesterday. I have never been to a fight before, but damn hell will that make me miss this. I feel bad for lying to my mum about going to watch a couple movies with Jennie this evening, but I think it is worth it. Besides, she will never allow her precious daughter to go watch a bunch of sweaty hot ass guys fighting to beat each other into a pulp, so I had to tell her the lie Jennie and I prepared. Jennie should better keep to her word by coming to get me.Done with taking my bath, I step out from the bathroom and begin to prepare, getting dressed and styling my hair into long straight strands falling past my shoulders to the middle of my back. I take my time in applying some makeup before gathering a few thi
TASHACage.The name keeps ringing in my head as we push through the doors of the underground gym, walking into a swarming, cheering crowd already going crazy. The air is acrid with sweat and smoke and heat, and for a couple seconds, I try to adjust my nostrils and lungs to a new temporal pattern of breathing.I push my way through the noisy crowd chanting Cage! Cage!, staying close enough to Jennie and Marco as we head towards the front to get a better view. Sounds of heavy grunts and punches coming from the ring fill the smoky air, mixing with the buzzing chaos of the crowd, booming louder to my ears the closer we get to the front.We eventually arrive. My mouth falls open, and I finally get a glimpse of why the crowd is so damn fucking loud and crazy.The fight has already begun.Nate sharply evades a deadly blow from his opponent, a massive muscular guy who looks like a grim tattoo drawboard with so many black tattoos coating almost the entire skin of his back and running down his
TASHAI knock a couple times on the door of the room before hearing Nate's low tired voice from inside telling me to come in. After taking in a couple breaths to calm myself, I turn the door handle and enter the room.I shut the door and turn around.My heart gallops against my chest at the naked sight of Nate's bare back facing me, looking sweaty from his fight, also bearing a couple tiny bruises. His back and arm muscles flex with his movement when he turns around. His eyes widen when he sees me standing in the room and staring at him. A small smile tugs up his upper lip as he lifts the white towel in his hand and begins to wipe his chest."I almost thought you were not going to come." He says, walking past me to sit on the single sofa in the room.I try to focus my eyes on anywhere else in the room except him. "Well, I am learning how not break any of my promises again. And I am glad I did. Congratulations.""Thank you." He trails his fingers through his hair. Silence settles betwe
TASHAMy phone begins to vibrate in my bag, tearing us out of our trance. We let go of our fingers tangled with each other. I bring out my phone and see that it is just a measly stupid alarm reminder I forgot to delete. I curse silently under my breath and turn it off, deleting it before putting it back into my bag.I tuck my hair behind my ear. "Nate, you deserve every right to be happy doing what you love. And I really hope your dad will understand. But, definitely, just know that everything will work out one day."He raises an eyebrow at me. "How sure are you about that?"I shrug. "I don't know, but it will." I chirp.He chuckles a laugh at my funny reply, extreme relief washing all over me instantly at the sight of the smile spread across his face. I want to freeze this moment, to keep it with me. I do not know if this night is the last time we get to be like this. To be close together like this. My heart is feeling excited and sinking into the pool of fear at the same time. If th
TASHAA couple knocks on the door stops our kissing. Nate groans, rubbing the tip of his nose over mine before pulling his head back. His fingers tickle along my jawline before he pulls them back and stands up. He flashes me a smile before turning and heading towards the door.Fuck, I still can't believe he is my boyfriend now. To be honest, it is kind of a big deal, but I guess my entire being will absorb our new status one step at a time.I descend back to reality at the sound of the door being pulled open by Nate.Marco's head pops in. "Congratulations dude." His eyes move to Nate's disheveled hair and then shift to me before returning back to Nate. "Uh, can I come in? Or are you guys. . . .kind of. . . .in the middle of something?" He stutters, a sly smile spreading across his face. I do not know why the hell I am smiling too, but Marco is really a he-devil."Get out dude," Nate throws the words at Marco, moving to bang the door to his face, but Marco steps his foot into the slit
TASHAMy ragged breaths pant helplessly off my lips as his hand and mouth continue to devour my breasts, shooting bolts of pleasure straight to my throbbing clit again and again. His mouth leave my breast, trailing down kisses from the center of my chest down to the middle of my stomach, stopping just at the waistband of my trousers. His hand on my breast pinches my nipple slightly, his other hand playing around the button of my jeans, killing me slowly with the throbbing anticipation in my core begging for release."I am taking these off," his hands unbutton my jeans in a second and unzips it. I bite down my lower lip in a smile and lift up my hips a little from the sofa, allowing him to pull the trousers off. With my trousers now on the floor, I am left only in my blue underwear.A smile tugs at his lips as his fingers tingle my skin down my stomach towards the small space between our bodies where my legs are parted, caging around him. I gasp when his hand rubs softly over the thin l