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Emmy
“The poor guy thought you were dying.” Charlie doubles over in a laughing fit.
I smack her on the arm. “Stop it!” I say, but I can't help but laugh a little myself. “I feel so bad for poor Ben! Waking up to all that blood like that. That’s gotta be traumatizing.”
When the guys woke up this morning, they all gave me a kiss before heading to the gym for their morning workout. They insisted on staying back to take care of me, but I’m all kinds of hormonal and moody and just wanna be left alone to die in peace.
Ben, as sweet as he is, got me a hot water bottle while also leaving me a glass of water and something for the pain before they left. Talon nearly had to drag him out of the room, he really wanted to stay back and take care of me. But I promised I was okay and needed more sleep.
The morning felt a little awkward, but it was nice to see that they didn't really treat me any differently.
I have the unfortunate luck to usually start my periods during the night, and they never come regularly, so most of the time I have an idea of what week but never what day.
So Aunt Flo, the bitch she is, pops by in the dead of night and what happened with Ben has happened before with Charlie. A few months ago, Charlie was woken up the same way, but the difference between her and the guys is that she didn’t lose her shit. We just cleaned up, changed the bedding and went back to sleep like nothing happened. Probably has something to do with the fact that we are both girls and this shit isn’t new to either of us.
I apologized to the guys before they left, but Oliver told me that I didn’t need to, and the other guys agreed. Then they apologized for how they had overreacted and for not being much help.
“Oliver was so sweet last night though,” I gush. “He just took control. He ran me a bath and cleaned me up, all while I was half asleep.” I smile, as I remember how tender he was with me last night.
“Yeah, you were out cold from all the cocktapuses waving around in your face last night,” Charlie says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Really?” I tried to give her a serious face, but failed. Charlie loves to call the guys’ dicks weird names like “joystick”, “pleasure pump”, and once she even called it a “yoghurt slinger”.
“Well, tell me I'm wrong?” She lifts a brow, but we both know she’s right. Three orgasms yesterday and another one in the middle of the night with Ben. I am sore as fuck.
“So Ben had blood all over his dick too?” Charlie jests, still finding this whole thing funny as hell.
“Umm yeah,” I blush. “I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, so Ben and I spooned. But it put me back to sleep so...” I shrug my shoulders.
“Baby, that was four orgasms in one night, give the poor girl a break. I’ve seen those guys when they have boners for you, Babe, they are not small in any way.”
“I know,” I laugh. “But I'm not complaining. They have brilliant cocks, and they know how to use them.”
Oh boy, do they ever know how to use them...
“But I am glad it’s Shark Week now, because I can't seem to say no to them. Well, my horny vagina can't seem to, now that bitch has to go on a vacation for the week. Not only do I have major cramps, but it even hurts to sit,” I groan, as I flop back on the bed.
“That’s what you get for letting them put their banana in your cheerio,” Charlie says with a casual face, as she pops a chocolate into her mouth from one of the boxes I got from the guys last night.
“Babe, just stop,” I say, holding my now aching sides from laughing so much. “I'm already in enough pain, laughing hurts too much right now.”
“Alright, alright. So, Oliver, he seemed pretty chill about the whole thing. I give him brownie points for being Mr. Prince Charming last night.”
“Yeah,” I beam. “He was amazing, just like when I got it for the first time.”
“Really? You gotta tell me that story. I need to know how Mr. Dark and Broody was a sweetheart at what... 12?”
“13. Well, it all started...”
Why does school have to be so boring, and why does math suck so much? I don’t understand a thing the teacher’s saying.
Class is almost over, when I feel a sharp pain in my side. I think nothing of it, thinking maybe it’s just hunger or something. Then, not even two minutes later, I feel something leak out of me and into my underwear. Did I just unknowingly piss myself? I need to see what is going on, so I raise my hand and ask to go to the washroom.
Locking the stall behind me, I sit down on the toilet. When I look down, I find blood in my panties. I don't immediately freak out though. I know what happened. I’ve just gotten my first period, but I'm totally unprepared for it. I have no pads, no extra underwear and no money to buy any. It’s highly unlikely my mother is gonna go out and buy me some.
Pissed off at the situation, I clean up the best I can and shove a wad of toilet paper into my underwear, even though it feels weird. I wash my hands and leave, heading to my locker. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't wanna be home either, but my mom should be passed out cold by now and I could just sneak in through my bedroom window.
Closing my locker, I start heading towards the side door to leave. As I round the corner, I see Oliver and some of the guys from class heading my way. Oliver is the last person I want to be around in this embarrassing situation, so I quickly turn around to avoid him seeing me and head for the front door instead, willing to risk getting caught by a teacher.
“Emmy!” Oliver shouts from behind me as he runs to catch up with me. I curse under my breath.
“Hey, Emmy, wait up,” he says, grabbing on to my shoulder to stop me. “Where are you going? School’s not over yet,” he asks, confused.
“I'm going home. I'm, umm... not feeling well,” I say, avoiding eye contact.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice growing concerned.
“Nothing,” I lie, shrugging him off and turning for the door. He runs ahead of me, sliding between me and the door, blocking my path.
“Emmy, we tell each other everything, don't lie to me,” Oliver says in a stern voice, calling my bluff.
I sigh, giving in. “I just got my period.” My voice is so low that I know he didn't hear me.
“What?” he asks.
“I said," raising my voice a little, finally looking at him. “I just got my period," I hiss out, feeling like I wanna go crawl into a hole somewhere and die.
His eyes go wide, showing me he definitely heard me this time. “Oh...okay,” he says, scratching the back of his head and looking away.
Shaking my head, I push past him and through the door. He follows me out to the parking lot. “Emmy! Would you stop, please?”
“What?” I snap, turning around to face him.
“Let me come with you.”
“Why?”
“Because we can go for ice cream or something.”
“Olly, you know damn well I don't have the money for ice cream... hell, I don't even have enough for pads!” I blurt.
“Well, we can get some of those too. I mean, you’re gonna have to pick them out or whatever, because I sure as hell have no clue about any of that, but I stole a $20 from mom the other day, she thought it was one of her fuck boys, so I got you,” he says, hooking his arm through mine as we walk away from the school as if nothing was different from any other day.
“Thanks,” I say, leaning my head on his shoulder while we walk.
“I got you, Emmy, always,” he says, kissing my head. “What are best friends for?”
He truly is my best friend. I don't know what I'd ever do without him.
“And yeah, we went to the store, he got me pads and then ice cream. We went back to his place and just cuddled on the couch and watched TV for the rest of the day. From that day on and up until he left, whenever I started my time of the month, he would be there with pads, ice cream and cuddles," I smile.
“Wow, any other 13 year old boy would have been grossed out, but he was just... awesome.” Charlie nods her approval.
He really was. Oliver was never a typical guy when it came to me. He never talked about other girls or crushes. He never ditched me to hang out with the guys. He always said that he would just rather be with me, that I was more fun than any of that.
Deep down, I always had a crush on Oliver, but that day was the start of me falling in love with him. I knew he was different than other guys and I was glad he was mine.
MARCH COMES AND GOES without incidents, and now it’s April. Surprisingly, I’m doing okay in all my classes. Math still sucks, but at least I'm passing. English is alright. Thank god, we don't have to act out any more plays. Art is always the highlight of my day. I still have no clue what song to sing at the talent show with Oliver for our Music assignment though. Every time I write a song, my feelings always evolve. My life is changing so quickly, and I never have the same emotions for long. I think I'm just going to end up doing a cover of a song that’s already been released.
Gym is a lot less crappy now that Tyson is the teacher. I prefer him over that nasty creep any day. God his personality sucks, but at least he’s nice to look at. I mean, if I knew what I know now, back when I first had a crush on him, I would have shut that shit down fast.
Unfortunately, I'm already too affected by his looks, but why does he have to be so fucking infuriating?! He always finds a way to make snarky comments about me. Whether it's what I'm wearing, how I'm acting, or what I'm saying. He treats me like a damn child, and if I have to listen to him call me Princess one more time, I’m gonna fucking bitch slap his face!
He’s such a pompous asshole!
But I can't deny the fact that he has now been added to the list of people who continually ruin my panties. I feel so guilty for being attracted to him like I am. I feel like I'm cheating on Charlie and the guys, but no matter how hard I try, whenever he smiles that sexy grin or laughs that husky chuckle of his, I'm totally lost to his bad boy self.
But if I can’t convince myself to smarten the fuck up, denial is always a nice way to go. Just deny everything when it comes to Tyson, and I’ll be just peachy.
Yeah right, don't kid yourself. One of these days, that man’s gonna look at you a certain way and you're gonna jump him like a fat kid would a cake.
Again. I’m going to deny, deny, deny.
Next month, the school is putting on a spring dance and the girls and I plan to get weekend passes to go dress shopping. Charlie is the only one to ask me to the dance. I know I'm going to go with all of them, but it would have been nice to be officially asked. Just because we are all official, doesn't mean they can just assume shit.
Boys...
“Babe, what about this one?” Charlie asks, coming out of the changing room. She comes out wearing a rose gold dress. The halter type bodice has a million crystals that glimmer and shine like priceless gems. It is bright and eye catching just like the woman wearing it. And because it ties around the neck, it accentuates her curves and shows off her amazing tits. The skirt is made of silk and flows to the floor in a wavy shimmer, and my god does she look like an angel in it. But I think what has to be my favorite part about the dress, is the slit that goes all the way up her leg and plays peek-a-boo with the smooth paleness of her thigh. It makes me want to forget about going to the dance all together.
My eyes go wide in awe of her beauty. “It’s perfect,” I whisper.
She grins and turns to give herself a once over in the mirror. “You think?”
“Definitely!” I say at the same time Felicity says, “Absolutely!” We look at each other and everyone breaks out into a fit of giggles.
“Alright, now that I’m done, it’s time for you two!” Charlie says. She hands the dress, she’s decided on, to one of the attendants. “We have to find a dress fit for a queen,” she says to me, as she takes my hands with a flirty smile. I grin back at her, as she pulls me up off the couch and drags me through the store to start my crazy dress adventure.
Tyson
WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE? I should be back at the clubhouse drowning in Sweet Butt pussy right now. Instead, I’m babysitting teenage girls while they try on dresses. What the fuck has my life come to?
Yet, no matter how annoyed I am with being forced to take a job at this school and be surrounded by brats all day, the thought of going home and leaving Emmy unprotected leaves a sour taste in my mouth and an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s gotten under my skin. Ever since that day I walked into our tattoo shop and saw this young lady working there, I have been drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
She was getting her first tattoo that day. We’d had some setbacks because the Savage Hellhounds intercepted one of our shipments and stole it. We suffered financially, causing us to take a hit with a few of our businesses. We didn't really have the money to pay extra workers, but that crafty little shit came up with the idea that for every day she works, they would pay her with an hour of tattoo time.
Seeing as none of our businesses are really legal, we agreed to it, even if she was underage. She was so excited once they told her. She got something small at first, a little music note behind her ear.
I remember hearing her sounds of discomfort. With an overwhelming need to go in there and hold her hand, I had to force myself to just watch from afar. I wasn't allowed to get involved, and she should never know who I was. I was already pushing it just by dropping by the shop, but I wanted to see with my own two eyes if my little brother's girl was okay. I owed it to him for not being part of his life until recently.
The girls are giggling while they do a mini fashion show for each other. There's something about seeing how Emmy’s smile lights up her face that tugs at my heart. It’s nice to see how well she's doing now. She looks happy. Not faked like I always used to see her. The only other time I saw Emmy smile like she really meant it, was the first time she got to see each of her new tattoos.
Suddenly, my phone rings and I reach into my pocket to get it, while never taking my eyes off the girls. “Hello,” I answer, keeping my voice low so I won’t draw the attention of anyone around.
“Where are you?” my dad asks on the other end.
“I'm on guard duty with Emmy and her friends, why? Is everything okay?”
“Mad Dog was spotted in the next town over from you guys. We lost him though. So keep an eye out, and try not to leave the school grounds unless needed. Also, Mariah went missing not too long after Mad Dog took off on Christmas Eve. No one’s seen her, so we’re assuming she is with her father, so be on the lookout for both of them. Mad Dog isn’t stable and hasn’t really been himself for awhile now. I don’t know for sure, but I have a feeling he might just be the mole we’ve been looking for. His weird change in demeanor started around the time our shipment went missing last year and it’s only been getting worse. I think he’s using again. I thought he was done with that crap, but he’s showing all the signs. I also think he's the person who's been skimming money from us. He’s not to be trusted, so stay alert. We would never see your brother again if anything happened to his girl...”
I’ve never liked Mad Dog. The guy is a hot headed idiot. He’s been doing a shitty job with everything we’ve asked him to do over the past few years. Dad said I’m going to be taking Mad Dog’s place soon, and maybe that’s a good thing because clearly we need a change in enforcer. I'm not sure if I want the job though. I know I'm set to take over the MC, when my dad retires, but that's not for another ten to fifteen years. Right now, I'm just enjoying being a member without any of the higher responsibilities. I was just officially made a member and no longer a prospect, so now I can fuck Sweet Butts whenever I want, drink, and sleep in late. I’m only 24, I'm not ready to take on too much yet. Being here as a teacher and watching over Emmy is the most I've done in a while. Life has been pretty relaxed at the compound over the past few years. Other than a few run-ins with the Savage Hellhounds, we haven't really had that many issues.
When I first joined, the MC life was really busy. Now, I'm babysitting teenagers.
“Don't worry, Emmy’s safe with me. I won't let that piece of shit anywhere near her,” I state angrily.
Ending the call with my dad, I hear a squeal from the girl's direction. “That's it!” Charlie exclaims. “That’s the one!”
Emmy comes walking out of the changing stall dressed in a long red gown. The color reminds me of freshly spilled blood, but that’s not quite right... maybe it’s more like a rosebud. The deep V that plunges between her boobs, stopping in the middle of her sternum and exposing the top of breasts, hugs them perfectly. At her hips it flows down in a wide skirt, making her look like the nickname I gave her. Princess... straight out of a freaking Disney movie. Only this time, it’s not in a teasing way. She really looks like royalty. She’s becoming a beautiful young lady and I'm not sure that's gonna go well for me.
Ben
“EMMY!” I SHOUT AS I run down the hall to catch up with her and the girls. She turns around and, when she sees me coming, her face morphs into a big smile. She stops outside the door to our Science classroom and I'm a little out of breath, when I reach her.
“Hey, Benny,” she greets with a smile.
Cocking a brow, I grin. “Benny?”
She shrugs her shoulders and smiles. “I realized that you all have nicknames for me, and the only ones I have one for is Oliver and Charlie. Thought I’d try it out. Too much?”
I shake my head with a chuckle. “Nah, but I think it’s cute,” I say, giving her a lingering kiss on lips.
“Good, cuz I like it,” she beams.
I chuckle again before growing nervous. “Hey, before we head in there, can I ask you something... alone?”
Her face drops a little. “Sure,” she says.
She tells the girls she will meet them in there, and I take her by the arm and lead her over to the wall across the hall.
“Soooo,” I say, scratching the back of my head and feeling my stomach start to do cartwheels. “The spring dance is coming up soon, and I know we are all going together, that’s a given, but I want to ask you officially. It’s kinda my first dance with a date, and I want to do it right. Also, I didn't want to just assume that we were going together, just because you're my girlfriend.”
“Oh, okay?” she says, her eyes lighting up as she tries to school her excitement, and that makes me smile to myself.
“So, what I wanted to know is, if you would do me the honor and be my date for the dance?” I ask, feeling nervous for some reason.
She blushes a little and it’s adorable, then she smiles up at me shyly. “I would love to,” she says, bringing her arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her tight to me. “I love you, Benny,” she says in a playful manner. Her cheeky attitude causes me to chuckle. “I love you too, My Little Caterpillar,” I softly say, as I give her butterfly kisses on her nose before placing a real one with my lips on the tip.
“Come on, Hotstuff, let's get that sexy ass of yours in class before we get detention for being late.” She motions me to go first, and as I pass her, she slaps me on the ass.
I look back at her with wide eyes and a smile. She’s biting her lip, trying not to grin as she sways back and forth like a giddy schoolgirl. Fuck, I am madly in love with this girl.
We make our way into the classroom and I wait as Emmy takes her seat next to Talon. Leaning over, I place a kiss on her cheek before walking past Talon. As I pass him, I place my hand on his shoulder and give it a squeeze. He looks up at me with a hungry smirk and eyes burning with lust.
My body flushes with arousal and I have to rush to take my seat to hide my growing boner. As if Talon knows the effect he’s having on me, I hear him chuckling under his breath.
Since we had that talk in our room and the events that happened on Valentine's Day, we’re slowly growing closer. We hang out, just us, when Emmy is having quality time with Oliver or Charlie. It’s not that big of a change. Hanging out feels just like before, but with some very fun benefits added.
We decided to take things slow, getting to know our feelings and how this new addition to the whole group dynamic works. However, we do make out... a lot. But as soon as it starts to get hot and heavy, I begin feeling guilty because Emmy isn’t there. When she asked us to kiss, I felt like it was okay to take that step, because she was there to enjoy it all with us. And that felt like permission to keep doing that, but taking this next step of sexual touching between just Talon and me doesn’t feel right, and I don't know why. I want Talon as much as I want Emmy and they are all I can think about. Maybe I'll feel more confident about it if we try it for the first time with Emmy around. It’s something I’m going to have to bring up with her.
In Science today, we are doing a few different experiments. To me, it's kinda boring. Science is not really something that interests me, that's more Felicity's thing. I like English best, so this class always causes my mind to wander. Mostly, I just end up day dreaming about Emmy or Talon.. or both.. or all three of us. That is something I'm very excited to explore together, and based on Emmy’s reaction when we kissed, she seems to be too.
Everyone has their ingredients out and are working on the assignments when I see Talon get up to throw something in the trash. Looking over in Emmy's direction, I find Brittany snickering to her friends and looking at Emmy. I feel a chill running down my spine. Something’s not right.
When Emmy bends over to get something from her bag, Brittany walks by, swiping something from Emmy’s desk and quickly pours it into the vial that already has something in it. It takes me a moment to realize that what Brittany mixed into the vial will cause a small explosion. It won't cause any major damage, but with Emmy being so close, she's gonna get hurt.
I see it start to bubble and dread fills my bones. “Emmy, watch out!” I shout as I race from my seat over to her. Emmy looks up at me with confused and fearful eyes, as I throw myself at her and knock her safely out of the way, just as the vial erupts. Unfortunately, I’m not as lucky. The thing explodes and its contents hit my arm, immediately causing it to start burning, and I can't help but cry out in pain.
“Ben!” Emmy gasps. “Oh my god, Baby, are you okay?” she asks, her voice filled with panic.
“Let me see,” Talon demands. Removing my hand away from my arm, I let out a hiss, as the air makes contact with it, and I start to feel the pain of my new burn that covers the top half of my right forearm. It’s already starting to rise and is an angry red color.
“Fuck,” Talon murmurs. “Babe, that doesn't look good. Come on, let's get you to the nurse,” he says as he helps me up. I'm shocked for a moment, forgetting about my arm for a brief second. He just called me Babe... in front of other people. My heart fills with something meaningful, before my brain reminds me that I have a fucking second degree burn on my arm.
It’s so fucking painful, but I force myself to stay strong. God, I hope the nurse has some strong pain relievers.
The teacher gives us permission to leave and we head out of the class and down the hall to the nurse’s office.
“You saved me from getting hurt,” Emmy says, her voice soft and full of emotion. She's walking next to me holding my free hand while Talon holds up my wounded arm to keep it from coming into contact with anything.
Looking at her, I see her eyes are blurry with tears, streaks of moisture already running down her beautiful cheeks. “Caterpillar, please don’t cry,” I ask her. I hate seeing her upset. It actually hurts me to see her cry. It’s like some wild animal is ripping the walls of my chest cavity from the inside out.
“I’m sorry,” she sniffs. “It’s just that you’re hurt and in pain because of me,” she starts to sob.
I stop walking and turn my body so that we are facing each other. Bringing our entwined hands up to my lips, I place a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “My Love, you didn't do anything. It was Brittany. When you bent over to get something from your bag, the evil witch poured the wrong ingredient in, causing it to explode.”
She angrily wipes her tears away and attempts to slow down her crying. Her face morphs into a murderous scowl. Even then, she still looks like an angel. Our angel.
“I’m gonna kill that bitch!” she hisses.
“I'd gladly take this burn and pain over letting you get hurt, any day. If I didn't get you out of the way, you would have gotten your face burnt because you were at the same level as the vile.”
“That stupid cunt,” Talon growls. “First, she hurts my girl, now my man. I'm gonna find a way to make her pay!” Talon promises as he shakes with rage.
“Come on, let's get this dealt with, and then you two can be my sexy nurses and take care of me,” I say, hoping to lighten the mood because I hate seeing my loved ones hurting in any way.
It works too. They both crack a smile and we all make our way to the nurse.
I still can't help but be grateful to the universe that I got to Emmy in time. I would have been devastated if she got burned. I'd gladly take a bullet or explosive burns for my lovers any day.