Chapter 11

Alot of people complained about PE. Girls especially didn't like it. I lost count of how many times I heard some chick say it was unnecessary. Did I think running laps or playing a game was imperative to education? No. But it was easy. The shit they made us do was nothing compared to my regular workout routine.

I wasn't one of those ‘my body is a temple' people. That wasn't why I went for a run every morning, or why I lifted weights four times a week. After my mother died, I took off so many times that I became addicted to the burn that came from running. The pulse pounding in my chest and ache in my legs reminded me that I was alive.

Over time, that evolved into a desire for more. With strength came assumptions. Knocking skulls was the only thing people thought the large muscle bound guy to be good at. They didn't expect him to fuck with their heads. That deception was where true power lay. No one saw me coming. No one except her.

My eyes locked on a pair of hazel orbs on the other side of the gym.

Novalee saw me coming. I'd be sitting in class watching her, and she'd glance back, as if she could feel my eyes on her. She had no idea what I was planning, but she knew I was there.

Just like I knew she was there. Even now, in a gym full of people, Nova was glaring back at me. And like the petulant child that she was, Nova stuck her tongue out at me while lifting her arms up to tie her long hair back.

That's eleven.

Her ass was going to be real sore tomorrow. A part of me was pissed that my father added in the staying at my house clause to her agreement. The last thing I needed was to have her invade my home. But now, Friday night couldn't come fast enough.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, followed by Coach Crane's yell, "Mancini, get your head in the game!"

Oh, my head was in the game. Just not the one he wanted me to play.

Nova shot me a snide look, making my eyes narrow. Wonder how snotty she'd be if I told her about June? Bet that would wipe that fucking smirk off her face.

"Mancini!" The coach called out again.

‘Chop, chop,' Nova mouthed while clapping her hands. And all I could think was… I killed someone who looked like you the other day.

I wouldn't be in this position if Ms. Gammon–the girls" PE teacher–wasn't sick. Now Coach Crane was left to run both classes. It was just my luck that Novalee fucking Ford would be in the class on the left half of the gym.

It was bad enough that I had to be subjected to her annoying ass, but I couldn't stop staring at the firm globes of her ass. The other girls were wearing the same shorts as her, but on her they looked different. And they were too short. Wasn't this a catholic school? That shit should come down to her knees at least. What was this mid-thigh crap?

"Mancini," Coach Crane snapped his fingers. "Eyes front."

My eyes were front, prick.

That was the problem. The girls were now running laps around their half of the gym. There were all kinds of bouncing tits and asses on display, yet I was stuck staring at an unimpressed Novalee Ford. She dragged her feet and flopped her head back as if it was the most exhausting thing in the world.

How out of shape was she? This was only her first lap for fuck sakes.

I was going to have to work on her stamina. How much fun would it be if she passed out while I was whipping her? Though, I did enjoy the pink flush flowing down her neck. The last time I saw that hue tint on her skin, was when I was beating her ass. Even that memory wasn't as hot as the way those plump pink lips parted with her heavy pants.

My mind suddenly went back to a few nights ago, when her mouth was opened for another reason. I could almost hear Nova's quiet slurps and feel her muscles contract around me.

Since that day, I'd been walking around with a perpetual hardon. Distractions didn't work, neither did jerking off. My dick was aching to be back down her throat. It was fucking annoying.

"Mancini!"

"What?" I snarled back at Randal Stevens, with a little extra curl in my lip.

"I know there's some hot ass out there, but…" He tossed a white ball my way. "It's your serve."

Motherfucker, exactly who's ass was he staring at?

Randal arched a brow while I considered how I was going to chop up his body. Luckily for him, he decided to concentrate on the game instead of further enraging me.

I turned around, held the ball up and took position, just as Nova came trudging through my line of sight again.

Jesus Christ, she looked five seconds away from passing out. Her hair was starting to stick to her head while sweat dripped down her neck. For some reason it pissed me off that I wasn't the one who made her sweaty.

My fist swung through the air, knocking the ball out of my palm and sending it flying over the net. The other team jumped up ready to hit it back, but the ball wasn't coming at them.

A smirk curled the corner of my mouth as it sailed through the air and bounced off the top of Nova's head with a loud thunk.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Mancini," Coach called. "Did you forget how to play the game?"

I knew how to play.

Nova rubbed her head and glared over her shoulder.

I just preferred this game.

Someone tossed the ball back at me and I did it again, and again, and then one more time. Neither Nova nor the coach seemed impressed, but this was the best game of volleyball I'd ever played.

My teammates did not agree. Especially Randal.

"Come on Mancini, it's not hard."

I begged to differ. The tick in Nova's jaw was doing a great job of getting me hard.

Randal spun around, ready to play when I shot him a dirty look.

Deciding to ignore his insubordination, I turned my attention back to my target.

My fist swung as Randal muttered, "Maybe you could concentrate if you stopped checking out your friend's girl."

The shot went wild, sending the ball careening off to the left.

What the fuck did he just say?

My glare snapped over to Stevens. "Care to repeat that?"

Randal stood up and puffed his chest out. "You heard me."

"I heard you say something about my friend's girl. What the fuck do you know about my friends?"

He was talking out of his ass. Neither Atlee or Darry had a girl, and I sure as fuck didn't talk to anyone else in the godforsaken place.

Randal rolled his neck and squared his shoulders. "I know if I was Atlee, I'd be pissed."

"And why is that?"

"You're eyeballing his girl."

Was I now? "And who is this mystery girl?"

Last I checked, Atlee was a free agent. He fucked some chick in the parking lot this morning, then got a blow job before second period. Considering one he called the blonde and the other hoover, I highly doubted they were the same girl.

It wasn't Randal that answered.

"Everybody knows, Gio."

I turned my head the to the skinny kid who's name I couldn't be bothered to remember. "Everybody knows what?"

He looked genuinely confused by my question. "Atlee and Nova…"

"What about them?"

"They're… dating."

Were they now? Was that why Atlee had the stupid fucking look on his face this morning? Motherfucker was the kind of prick that would perpetuate a rumor like that, just to get under my skin. I'd punch him for that later. In the meantime…

My eyes locked onto Nova as coach blew the whistle signalling the end of class.

Let's see what little miss snotty has to say about this bullshit.

We all headed in to shower and change. An activity I made sure to finish quickly. Once I was dressed and dried off, I made my way out into the hall. Where I leaned against the wall and watched as girl after girl came out the door. None of which were Nova.

Not that I was surprised. In fact her tardiness was precisely what I was counting on.

Once I was sure that the coast was clear, I checked down the hall to make sure I wasn't being watched and slipped inside.

The girls locker room smelled a lot better than the boys. Fruity fragrances filled the air rather than sweaty socks and ball sacs. It was also cleaner. Everything appeared to have been put back in its proper place. It was refreshing not having to dodge boxers and socks to move around.

The worst thing I came across was a bra laying on a bench I stepped over.

Slipping around a row of red wooden lockers, I moved further back and headed towards the sound of trickling water and horrible singing.

"I'm singing in the rain."

Nova's out of tune voice should've grated on my nerves. Instead it made my cock twitch. The sweet yet screechy sound was like an aphrodisiac, that I could feel warm my blood with every note sung.

"What a glorious feeling…"

I smelled Nova before I saw her. The fruity mixture of strawberry and vanilla got sucked up my nose like a goddamn drug that I wanted to inhale every day. I wanted to run my tongue over her skin and soak up that flavor. And then I saw her.

Nova was standing in the corner of the shower with her front to the wall, while her hands worked through the lather in her hair. Clear droplets slid down her soft body and bruised ass in a seductive way that made me want to rip the shower head out of the wall. It was a beautiful sight that I wanted to both destroy and devour.

That's what this girl did to me. She made me want to fuck her in a pool of her own blood. Hate fucking didn't have shit on the images running through my mind.

Pain and pleasure, moans and screams, tears and pleas. Every breath that she took, thought in her head, and snide little comment was mine. I craved it all. That was the fucked up part. Any other girl I'd happily pass off to someone else, but just the thought of Nova so much as looking at another guy, made me want to go on a killing spree.

Even now, that need reared its head. It was just her and me in this room, yet I wanted to murder the water sliding down her body.

Gritting my teeth, I ducked behind the right wall, and peeked around the corner.

How was someone who was an utter trainwreck so fucking hot? Nothing Nova did was smooth or graceful. Even the way she scrubbed herself looked awkward and unsynchronized.

She'd lift one leg up to wash her foot and hop around on the other. It was the messiest shower I'd ever seen, but I couldn't look away. Maybe Atlee was right? Maybe my dick just needed attention.

My eyes roamed over one curve, then devoured another.

No, my dick needed someone.

I could see it now. The desire and need that had been there from the second I saw her in that courtroom. Novalee Ford was mine. She'd always been mine.

Nova lifted her hair up, and I couldn't help but soak in the faded bruises on her neck. That's when I knew. The desire and need I was feeling had been there from the moment I laid eyes on her in that courtroom. Novalee Ford was mine. She'd always been mine. That didn't mean I had to like it, or her.

I wasn't sure how my dick ended up in hand, but I think it was around the time she bent over. If I tipped my head the right way, I could see her pretty little pussy. Soft and delicate flesh that was begging to be wrecked. Knowing that no one else had touched her made things worse.

Next thing I knew, I was jerking off in the girls locker room like a goddamn fourteen year-old. Did I stop? No. While Nova's hands slid over her body, mine stroked my length. I pumped myself hard and fast, while thinking of the taste of her blood on my tongue.

It took everything I had to stay tucked in that small shadow and not growl and spray my come all over her, so every other man would smell me when they walked past. All I could see were all the marks I could put on her body.

Tattoo of my name on her forehead, a brand on her perfectly bruised ass, and deep bites marring her creamy complexion. I was seconds away from storming over there and sinking my teeth in her flesh.

Then she turned off the water and spun around.

Nova breast bounced as her little foot lifted, bringing her closer to my hiding spot. My mouth watered at the thought of getting a taste of those pert pink nipples. The fact that she had no idea that I was here made this that much better. The girl who seemed to sense me everywhere, was casually walking my way, as if nothing was wrong.

Her hand reached out for a towel and I snatched a fistful of her hair.

Nova didn't get much more than a peep of her scream out before I shoved my cock in her mouth.

"Fuck yes," I growled as her throat constricted around me, milking my girth for all it was worth.

The first shot almost made my knees buckle, the second blurred my vision, and the third sent a shiver up my spine.

I popped my dick out of her mouth and pumped the rest of my load on her face.

Shock glimmered in her big hazel eyes, while her mouth hung open and my seed dripped down her cheek. It was fucking beautiful. So much so that I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and sliding my mess around her skin.

Then the anger came back and all I could see was Atlee's smug smirk.

I grabbed Nova's chin and dug my fingers into her jaw.

"I want you to remember this the next time you think about fucking Atlee."

Shoving her back onto the floor, I spun around and walked away to go and find Atlee.