3

Later that night while Alex and I were studying, he noticed how jittery I was. I didn’t  even notice that he put his books and moved  to sit behind me until his arms wrapped around my waist and asked what was wrong.

                I jumped the slightest bit and then said, “Cheerleading. I hate making my team mad, but I need the best on the squad.”

                Alex kissed my neck and said, “Calm down hon. Stop stressing. You did the right thing.”

                Alex then started to gently rub my shoulders to loosen me up. He was right though, I was stressing and I needed to stop.

                I don’t think I am going to go to school tomorrow. I mean come on! My squad is going to want to kick my butt for picking the loser and the new girl. I thought to myself.

                “Alex”, I sighed “ I am going for a jog, okay?”

                “I don’t like you running at night” he frowned with disappointment.

                “please? I will just run the block a few times. Please?” I begged.

                Alex pondered for a few minutes. He tightened his arms for on second then let go.

                “Alright. Hurry back please. I don’t like you being out so late, your too attractive for your own good. I don’t want anyone to take you from me.” he whispered.

                I faced him and put my arms around his neck and moved just half a inch from his face and said, “I wont let that happen.” Then I kissed him and began to pull away.

               

                Then Alex wrapped his arms around my waist and held me there. Kissing m me like he has been holding this kiss forever.

                His lips were cold and smooth like marble. They were searching for something, but what? These lips have kissed me countless times, therefore there should be nothing left to seek.

                Right as I thought this, Alex stopped kissing me, let go of me, and stepped away with angry eyes. Now he glared at me and was frowning in furry.

                “Your hiding something from me!” he accused.

                “Huh? What are you talking about? I am not hiding anything from you.”

                “Your hiding what you and James have done.”

                Anger ragged through me and the acid was thick in my voice, “What happens between James and I stays between James and I. It is none of your business.”

                I have every right to know!” he shrieked at me and grabbed my arms in frustration. “I own half of you. So I have every right to know what my property is doing.”

                “Own? Your property? You do not own me and I am sure as hell not your property. No one owns me and I am no ones property.”

                Alex squeezed with all his strength. “Hell if I don’t!”

                “Alex! Let go! Your hurting me!”

                All he did was squeeze harder. He began to push to the bed but I fought back. I was facing out of Alex’s window and saw James watching everything form his room. He saw my struggle and then disappeared out if his room and appeared at his front door. He rushed forward across the street to Alex’s and silently opened the door and creped up stairs.

                I was fighting back and crying and Alex began to pick me up.

                James then grabbed Alex and through him across the room, grabbed my wrist and ran for the door. We ran all the was into my house and locked all the windows and doors and turned on the security system.

                I held my tears back for as long as I possibly could manage and finally fell apart in the middle of my kitchen floor.

                “What happened?! I mean I saw what happened, but I don’t understand. One minute your kissing and the next he is shirking. Why?” James worryingly asked.
                He stopped kissing me and said that I was hiding something between me and you. Then I said that what happens between me and you stays between me and you. Then he said that he owned me and that I was his property and he had a right to know what his property is doing. Then I said no one owned me and I was no ones property. And that’s when he got all possessive and abusive.”

                James’s eyes and face got really sad when he found out the reason behind Alex’s outburst. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. So he cleared his throat and tried again.

                “I am so sorry Misty. This is all my-”

                I covered his mouth then, he was down on the floor with me now, and said, “This is NOT your fault. Do not even try to put this on yourself. I wont allow it. And you should be happy. Your going to have me everyday now. You no longer have to share me.”

                His face glowed when he heard that last part. Then he looked deep into my eyes and there was a twinkle. Like the north star was right there in his eyes.

                James reached up to touch my arm, but when his fingers barley grazed my arm, I flinched. His eyebrows knitted together in frustration and he said, “Your afraid of me now aren’t you? “

                “No, I am not afraid of you. My arm just hurts and you touched where Alex squeezed.”

                “Oh…” he thought for a second then said, “Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

                As he said that he moved closer and closer. “No.” I whispered when his lips were only ¾ of a inch away from mine.

                He kissed me then pulled back and asked me a question with his eyes.

                I looked away and stood up and walked upstairs. Then I sat on the edge of my bed as James followed. He walked in the room and asked the question out loud.

                “No” I whispered.

                James put his hand between my legs and kissed me and said “Please?”

                “James no. We can’t.”

                “Why?” he kissed me and laid on top of me, but h wouldn’t let me answer. He just kept kissing me. And his hand pressed firmly against me…

                He was tempting me. Tempting me to say yes, but I wasn’t going to give in without a fight. Yes, I do love him touching me like this, but I don’t want it to go further than that.

                James was now taking off his shirt. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t. my body was craving his.

                His hands moved down and back up my legs like a feather. His touch was soft and warm tender and genital. Caring and safe.

                Then he went for my shirt, tugging at it till it came off. Then he stared. I wondered what was wrong and I looked down to where his eyes were and saw a bruised handprint.

                “He-he-he” was all that came out of James’s mouth before the tears started. “I am going to kill him!”

                James rolled off of me and was about to sit up when I got on top of him and started kissing him frantically. Of course I  wanted him to kill Alex but I also didn’t want him hurt.

                Underneath me I felt him stiffen with shock. Then he melted and rolled us over until he was on me again and he resumed his hand position, but added a little more firmness.