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I felt my body shudder as he stuck his finger inside me. I shall not lie I am a virgin but I have been fingered before. Although it was only once, this feeling was different. His fingers were warm and as he stuck his finger deeper inside me I pulled away from the kiss. He reached my limit he began to pull out a bit before he added another finger.

I felt my walls clench around his fingers as he began to pump in and out. I moan out loud and suddenly I am flipped over. He had somehow gotten my shorts off. He hadn't said anything about them because they weren't as short as they were last time.

I clutched the sheets as he kept on at what he was doing. I felt his fingers curl inside causing me to arch my back clutching the sheets even more. Then he was pumping in and out, soft moans exiting my mouth as he did so. Then, I felt his mouth attach itself to my clit, and my body spasmed a bit.Ā 

A knot began to form at the base of my stomach, and my hips rotated as I tried to increase the pleasure. He seemed to catch my drift because suddenly his fingers were moving faster, and his tongue applied more pressure on my clit.Ā 

My insides felt fuzzy, and I panted as the knot tightened and tightened.Ā 

"I'm gonna-" I was cut off by my own panting, and taking that as a hint, I felt his fingers curl even more and his tongue flicked in circles before my orgasm hit me like a pile of bricks, louder moans following as my thighs tried to squeeze shut, but his other hand on my thigh kept that from happening.

His fingers exit and I could feel my juices running down my lips. I feel his warm fingers once more but he simply swipes them across picking up the juices I assume before it hit the bed.

I open my eyes to see him bringing his fingers to his mouth tasting me. He takes my shorts that were thrown to the other side of the bed putting them on me before lifting me up to bring me face to his.

"Jokes on Marcus, you taste like cherries," he said.

I looked at him in slight disbelief. I never thought ever since I've met Louis that we'd be in this position. I don't know if Louis has done this before but he got some fingers. Some long fingers too. And don't get me started on his dick. When I reached down and grabbed it but he was actually hard and his shit bout 9 inches.......at the least.

Home boy is going to destroy my walls one day.Ā 

"Yea well only you know that," I said sitting up wrapping my arms around his neck.Ā 

"Of course," he said, a small yet noticeable smirk on his face.Ā 

******

I walk down the halls of my school after school on my way to watch Louis practice. I was already late because I had to talk to my teacher about something but she droned on and on. She talked so damn much there were only 10 minutes of practice left. This gave Keenan an excuse to hang out with Nala before their date since she was staying after school. She was a talented girl her being in the school's choir. As I walk towards the bleachers so I could sit on them I am grabbed by my arm.

I'm pulled behind the bleachers. As if on reflex I sock the person in the arm. I was right to do so because guess who it was. No not Marcus, nor Sandy.

It was Tomas.

I yanked my arm away from him.Ā 

"What the hell is wrong you!?" I yelled at him.Ā 

"You are what's wrong with me," he says. I cock my head to the side as I sneered.Ā 

"Nigga I barely talk to you at Louis' house an nigga you don't even go here, so how?" I said looking at him like he was crazy.

"You act like you don't see the way I act around you," he says glaring at me with a hint of something else.Ā 

"Yea I notice, but as you can see," I say finishing my sentence pointing at Louis who was on the field. I could see him through the spaces between the bleachers.

"You act like I give a fuck about his ass. Bitch you know damn well I'm better than him so don't fucking lie and say you rather be with him," he says as he grasps my wrist, but I snatch it from him.Ā 

"Don't be out her calling me out my name bitch! But fine, just to knock some sense into yo delusional ass... I RATHER BE WI-" I began to yell in his face but he cut me off.

Next thing I knew he grabbed the back of my neck and forced his lips onto mine. I pull away only to see Louis standing there with his cap off. He had roses in his hands... were those for me?

He looks at me almost broken as he throws the roses in the trash and walks away. I turn back to Tomas. I bring my hand back and pimp slap him. Then I go to follow behind Louis.Ā 

"Louis!" I yell. I see him pause slightly before he keeps on moving. He goes into the boy's bathroom and as I'm about to follow him he locks the door.

I continuously knock on the door yelling his name over and over again before he opens the door. Before I can explain myself he says something that almost breaks my heart.

"Leave," he says. I look at him in shock, he'd talked to me in that tone before.Ā 

"But Lo-" I try but he cuts me off.Ā 

"I said leave," he says. He looks as though he was ready to snap. I decided to back away and leave the school. Nala and Keenan sit in the front yet again but I simply walk past him and go to the car. I start the car pulling up in front of them and rolling down the window.

"Come on," I said as a tear falls down my face, with me quickly wiping it away.Ā 

Keenan looks at me mad that he had to leave, but he simply sighs kissing her on the cheek before getting in the car. He hadn't seen my face yet and I intended on keeping it that way. I drive out of the parking lot fast eager to get home, get past my dad and Taraji, and get to my room so I could punch my pillow.

When we finally arrive home I get out, go in the house, and walk upstairs. I walk into my room and sit on my bed. On my nightstand was a picture of me and Louis. I feel a tear about to escape but I quickly wipe it. I didn't have a habit of crying and I didn't plan on making it one.

Louis and I have only been together for a little over a month now but he does mean a lot to me. When we first met he didn't have to let me stay at his house. He cared for me. He always made sure I was okay. He fought for me.

He took care of me.

He never made me uncomfortable. He never played with my feelings. He was the first guy that I have ever been with that didn't just want me for my body. When we first met he was even too nervous to call me cute.

I chuckle at the memory. I put the picture on my bed and get up to go to my bathroom. I look in the mirror. I had never seen myself looking like this. It seemed as though my skin had lost its glow. I was no longer happy.

I sniffed wiping my eyes trying to stop any unwanted tears from falling before getting in the shower. I found myself holding onto the wall so that I wouldn't collapse. I slowly wash myself wallowing in self-hate at the fact that I let him kiss me. When I get out of the shower I look in the mirror once more before going through my things. I find one of Louis' hoodies. I throw it on and get in the bed.

Before I go to bed I send Louis multiple texts.

Louis - me

please talk to me - me

let me explain - me

please - me

it wasn't what it looked like - me

please text me back - me

please - me

I wait a bit before deciding that he didn't want to respond. I sigh before pulling my hair into a sock bun and laying down. I close my eyes trying to stop myself from thinking about anything at all. Louis fills my mind until I look at the time. 5:53 am.

I sigh deciding I wasn't getting any sleep. I get up and look through my drawers. I pull on some panties and some legging. I didn't change the hoodie, neither did I put on a bra nor a shirt. I pull on some socks and my Nike slides.

I didn't look at myself in the mirror as I grabbed my backpack and my phone setting them by the door of my room. From my black screen, I could see that I had heavy bags under my eyes but I didn't care. I would continue to not care. My image was not important right now.

Because I wanted Louis.

He always made me feel better. I stop myself from thinking about him even more before I start actually crying. I walk downstairs and go to the kitchen. I make some coffee and sit patiently as it brews. I pull the sleeves over my hand before putting my hands to my face breathing in the leftover cologne. When the coffee is done I go to the cupboards to get a cup.

I pour some coffee and a little flavored coffee cream. I taste the coffee sighing in slight satisfaction before stirring it up a bit. I look at the time see it was 6:30. I still had time since school didn't start until 8. I look through the cupboards once more getting out the jar of Nutella. I go onto my computer and watch cartoons on Amazon Prime.

I sip my coffee slowly eventually putting it to the side as I plunge my spoon into the Nutella. Go Diego Go played on the screen. You would think that I'm trying to be depressed with his jacket on me, and watching his favorite show, but honestly, these items make me feel like everything is okay. Someone knocked on the door.Ā 

"Come in," I said lowly.

The door opened and there stood Taraji in a robe. She looked worried and I didn't blame her since she most likely noticed how I didn't go down for dinner.Ā 

"Oh baby what's wrong?" she said noticing me looking like I was ready to shut down.

Taraji knew about Louis, but my dad didn't. I mean he knew him but he didn't know I was dating him. I talked to Taraji about Louis all the time since she was the only girl I actually knew out here. The only other person was my best friend, but she still lived in Jersey. She sat on the bed next to me and my lip quivered.

"Louis," I said.Ā 

"Oh," she said lovingly as she pulled me into a hug.Ā 

"What happened?" she asked again.Ā 

"I went to go watch his baseball practice, but someone pulled me behind the bleachers," I began to tell the story wanting to cry as I kept on. When IĀ  was done she pushed a stray curl behind me ear.

"Oh baby, it's going to be okay," she said to me. I sighed nodding.Ā 

"I'll tell your dad you're sick. I'll take Keenan to school and when I get back we'll watch movies for the rest of the day," she said, and I couldn't help the gratitude that welled up in my chest.Ā 

And so that's what we did. It was now 8 at night. Dad was knocked out upstairs. Keenan was doing god knows what, an Taraji was upstairs with dad also knocked out. I was on the couch staring at the screen as it played reruns of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

My mind wanders as I begin to wonder if Louis is thinking of me. My mind plays what happens over and over before I begin to think. Tomas most likely hasn't told Joshua and the others. Louis most likely went home without a word and did the same today. He wouldn't miss a day of school. That being said he is most likely at home doing his homework for today and probably all of next week.

I can get my daddy back.

I run up the stairs quietly grabbing my keys before running back down the stairs quietly. I get in the car racing down the street. In less than 10 minutes I am at their house. I get out of the car ringing the doorbell. The door opens and there stands Joshua.

"Oh wassup Aliyah," he says. I shake my head as he lets me in the house. Guess who's on the couch.Ā 

Tomas.Ā 

I stand there looking at him before lunging at him. My fist fly rapidly at his face. The others are shocked at my actions.Ā 

"It's all yo fucking fault," I yell at him.

I feel myself being pulled off and next thing you know I am in the kitchen. I touch the counter and squat down to the floor trying to calm my nerves before I run back in there and beat his ass again. Fighting with my temper is something I never win.

I didn't win this time either.

I find myself trying to run back in the living room but I was held back by Joshua once again. Someone else is getting dragged in the kitchen. I recognize those freckles. I guess they were pulling him away from Tomas as well. They leave us and I walk up to him.Ā 

"Just let me explain," I said clasping my hands together.

"Fine,"

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daaaaarrrrrnnnnn

i feel bad for Tomas' face

.....im lying

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