EroticReverie

Celia Caruso

I’m in jeans and a white hoodie. My hair up in a bun. Fuck him. I wasn’t dressing up for him. 

I debated not going. But I was not risking having the entire school see me with Vaughn’s hand up my skirt and the way whoever took that video zoomed in on the clear trickle of me cumming down my fucking legs.

And also. I wanted to go. I wanted to see what he had planned for me. I’m sick. Just like he said. 

“Oh. That’s a…choice.” Ariana says as she picks me up and sees how I’m dressed. 

“Wow. Thanks” I say with a laugh as I put my seatbelt on as she apologizes and tries to back track. 

“It’s fine. I know I’m not dressed for a party. It was the point.” I say and she chews her lip. 

“Right” she nods. “Good for you Celia!” She chirps and I just smile and shake my head. 

—-

It’s loud. Clouds of smoke drift through the back yard as I stand alone , drinking some concoction of fruity mixers and three different kinds of alcohol that Ariana used to play bartender when she insisted I needed a drink. 

She’s currently in the bathroom as I wait where she left me. It’s girl code to go to the bathroom together, but it’s so fucking hot inside and the smoke is even denser inside and makes me want to hurl. I wasn’t against smoking weed, I just couldn’t stand the smell of it. 

I’m standing near the end of a massive pool, watching half naked students splash around and play chicken. There’s a cheer for the nipple slip of the red head that just got her too accidentally swiped by the other girl. I roll my eyes, because she shrieks like she’s embarrassed. But takes far too long to adjust her top. She loves the attention.

“Like that lesbian?” An annoying voices hisses and I direct my eyes to the side as Taylor and her minions glare at me. They were taller than me, sneering over me in heels that made them even more tall. Wearing tight little mini dresses. It was comical how they were pretty much a copy and paste of one another with only slight differences. 

“Stay the FUCK, away from Vaughn!” Mira pipes up in a shrill voice that sounds like nails on a fucking chalkboard. 

I should tell them I’m fucking trying to, that I DID try and he won’t leave me the fuck alone. But cowering and making excuses won’t matter to them. Bullies feed on that shit. Bullies like Taylor and the other girls aren’t that strong. Their defenses are weak. And I decide to put a chink in their little group. 

“Are you saying that because you’re jealous? Because it was hard enough watching him with Taylor when you wanted him for yourself? But now you have to watch him with me too?” I ask Mira and take a sip of my drink. 

Their faces are confused. Other than Mira’s whose mask falls for a brief moment. And I know I’m right. Taylor is in charge. While the other three are in the “elite” , she’s the one to beat. They’re fake friends. They want to be number one. And Mira doesn’t just want to be number one, she wants everything that comes with it. She wants the guy thats number one.

“Youre stupid.” Mira says and I almost spit out my drink as I laugh. Good one. I think to myself.  But I don’t have to say a thing. I see Taylor look at Mira , suspicion in her eyes. Even if I’m wrong about my assumption, the seed is planted and Mira looks at Taylor. She looks guilty as fuck. Mira shakes her head slightly. 

“She’s wrong!” Mira squeaks. 

“Listen Bitch” Quinn takes over. 

“Vaughn is Taylors. The only reason he’s even giving you any attention is because you’re clearly a whore!” She snips. 

“Is that a whore with or without the w?” I ask. 

I see Quinn’s lips thin. And realize that Sebastian had been right in his assumption that it was her who wrote it. 

“Whatever slut.” She hisses. 

“Do you know how to spell that one?” I ask and I watch her fucking shake like a chihuahua with the fuse I’ve just lit inside her. 

I just smirk. 

“I can write it down for you, do you have a pen? or a black sharpie perhaps?” I cock my head. I hold out my hand as if waiting for a pen. The four of them glare at me, not expecting me to talk back to them. Because how dare I , right? 

“No?” I ask and shrug. “Alright, but just incase , it’s s-l-u..”

Quinn screeches like a banshee and lunges for me to shove me. Presumably into the pool behind me , but I dip out of the way. The other three gasping and I see it. I’m Smiling as her arms windmill and she loses her balance on her stilettos and goes crashing face first with a loud slap of a belly flop into the pool. 

“You cunt!” Mira screams and the chatter stops around us. 

Quinn is screeching and flailing in the deep end. 

“She can’t swim!” Mira yells at me. But I don’t see the three of them jumping into save her. 

“Grab the side!” Taylor yells at her as she walks over. 

What the fuck. I growl and roll my eyes. I shove Taylor out of the way to get in and save THEIR bitch of a friend. But before I do, a large body is dropping into the water beside her and snagging Quinn. 

It’s Sebastian. The one that called her dumb as a rock. 

A large arm hits my shoulders and I turn my head and see Vaughn smirking at the pool. 

“Didn’t take for you a murderer, trying to drown  her huh?” He says with amusement. 

“I didn’t fucking push her in. She fell in.” I grit my teeth. 

“It’d be hotter if you pushed her.” He smirks down at me and I glare at him. 

“Well I fucking didn’t.” I say. He smiles and winks. 

“Sure you didn’t baby” 

I scoff and shove him as I step out from under his arm. 

“I’m not your fucking baby. And don’t put your fucking arm around me. I’m not yours.” I hiss and he laughs and then reaches out and grabs me by the neck of my hoodie. He yanks me right to him and I yelp and hit his hard chest. 

My eyes go to Taylor. Who’s even more pissed off now. Because she sees that it’s not MY fault. That HE is the one after ME. But I can tell by the tight lipped scowl of her filler lips…that just makes it worse. To know he’s the one chasing me. Not the other way around. Yeah. Her ego is fucking deflated. And she’s staring at him. Hurt in her eyes. Then at me. With hate. Of course. It’s still my fault in her eyes. 

“Vaughn.” Taylor snaps. His head doesn’t even turn , he’s still got me by the neck of my hoodie, his fist clenched. He doesn’t even acknowledge her as most of the academy stands around watching the scene. I can hear Quinn whining and Sebastian talking to her. But other than them. It’s pretty fucking silent. 

“Let go of me.” I hiss at Vaughn. His hot mouth just lifts at one side. He shakes his head a few times slowly. 

“Already told you. Can’t. Won’t.” He says and then leans down as Taylor’s voice cracks while she calls his name again and stomps her foot. 

“Did you wear this to try to piss me off?” He asks. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” I hiss and he smirks. 

“Jokes on you Celia. I told you to dress pretty. And guess what?” He groans. 

“You look fucking perfect right now.” He says and I swallow hard. My nipples shift in my bra as they pebble at the sound of his voice and his intense gaze. 

“Doesn’t matter what you wear.  You’re always gonna look pretty for me.” he smirks and Taylor storms off with clear tears running down her face and crying. 

“Youre a bastard.” I say.  Because I didn’t like Taylor. But did he have to be such a dick? Hit on me RIGHT in front of her? Of course he does. He wants her to hate me. Wants all of them to hate me. 

“Mm, I love when you call me names Celia” he groans and yanks me even harder making me crash again into his chest and then his other arm swings around my back as I try to push away. 

“Let go of me” I growl and he laughs. 

“You keep saying that.” He says and then dips down and his face is against mine I suck in a breath. Because fuck.  He smells so fucking good. His warm breath against my ear sends shivers down my spine. His voice vibrating in my ear and making my thighs push together as I gasp at his next words. 

“I’m never letting go of you pretty little Celia. I’m going to keep you. Fuck you. Rape you if I have to.” He says. 

“Because you belong to me now Celia. So quit telling me to let go of you. Or leave you alone. It’s not fucking happening sweetheart.” He says and then kisses my cheek. 

“Now be a good girl and come with me. Because I know you’re wet, and I know you won’t make me rape you. You’re gonna spread those legs for me willingly, because you need it Celia.” He whispers.