Amelia's cheeks go red and she looks between the two of us, her mouth opening and shutting.
"So, you want to date him?" Amelia points at me.
"No," Ivy stands and pulls her shirt on, "I was going to fuck him. That's it. I don't do relationships."
"You were dating Riley, though!" Amelia shouts. She's beginning to sound a bit desperate and I want to just grab her and leave the room.
"And look how that turned out." Ivy counters. "Even if I did do relationships, I wouldn't want one with you. I'm sorry I kissed you and led you on, it wasn't my intention."
Amelia deflates against the door and nods. "I know."
"You're a good kid but can I give you some advice?" Ivy says to her.
Amelia nods.
"Don't settle, don't take what your body is feeling seriously right now. You can't know exactly what you want, you have so much time to explore things. Take that time and fucking explore."
"What?" I interject. "Do not explore."
"Sexuality is fleeting, one day you want one thing the next you'll find you want another. Do not think you can only have one thing, fuck, have it all."
"The fuck?" I snarl at Ivy. "Are you telling her to be a whore?"
"That," she points at me. "Is a prime example, don't be single minded and listen to everything your body is telling you."
"Okay." Amelia nods. "Sorry I intruded. I'll just be going."
"Take your brother with you." Ivy says as she's walking into the washroom, her phone open in her hands.
I have never felt so fucking dismissed in my life. I stare at her retreating back until she closes the washroom door.
"You should've told me how you were feeling." Amelia says to me.
"Amelia, I really had no clue, okay?" I push up off Ivy's bed.
She must see the truth in my statement because she doesn't press me further.
The rest of the night is awkward as fuck, I can practically taste it in the air, and I can still taste Ivy in my mouth. It's fucking addictive and now that I've had a taste, I won't stop until I get it all.
The holidays are over and I am back at school, sitting at a desk without a clue of what I should be doing. The last two weeks were filled with family and Dean. His messages haven't stopped and his videos are getting worse.
Just last night he sent me one of him once again tying me up with his tie and spanking me with my science textbook. In the video I am sobbing for him to stop and that I'll be a good girl. I don't even remember that instance, that's how bad it was starting to get. Maybe I did fuck Mr. Serrano so I could get caught and come home.
Dean keeps threatening me about Black Slaughter and I don't know what the fuck that is. Whatever it is doesn't sound good and I am beginning to worry that he's going to kill me. Can he kill me? I have no fucking idea how far his power stretches and I'm scared for my family.
"Ivy," Mr. O'Connor's voice breaks up my thoughts, "did you need another detention?" His smirk is doing nothing for me.
"No, sorry." I tell him and he raises his eyebrows in surprise. I bet he was expecting me to want to stay.
He carries on with the class, shooting me weird looks throughout, and when the final bell rings, his eyes meet mine.
"Ivy, can you stay there for a second?"
I nod but roll my eyes. I don't want to fuck him today and honestly, I haven't been able to get Neil out of my head. It's a fucking shame we couldn't finish what we started and now he's back at school, probably fucking a bunch of college girls.
The students leave and I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I know maybe one or two of their names. I hate school and I feel confined, forced to learn shit that will do absolutely nothing for me later on in life.
"Is everything okay, Ivy?" Mr. O'Connor comes towards my desk.
"Yes." I shrug.
He sits on the edge of my desk and runs his fingers along my hand. "Are you sure?"
I snatch my hand back and get up from my seat, "yes, I'm sure. Can I go?"
"Do I need to remind you about the repercussions of what we've done and if it got out?"
"Look," I grab my bag. "It was good while it lasted but shit's getting boring."
His eyes widen and he barks out a laugh, "what?"
"You heard me," I pass by him. "And I won't say shit, I wanted it after all."
He doesn't say anything, just continues to watch me leave. I head to my locker and bypass Molly on the way, she has her head stuck inside, and I see her shoulders shaking. Is she crying? Fuck. Do I have to talk to her? I look around for someone and then realize this girl eats her fucking lunch in the bathroom, and there's no one who will fucking help her.
"Molly?"
Her body stiffens and I hear her blow her nose. "What?" Her voice is muffled by the locker.
"Is everything okay?"
She finally pulls her head out and looks at me over her shoulder, "why do you care?"
"Not sure." I shrug, deciding to go with the truth.
"My mom is leaving my dad." She begins to wail and I look uncomfortably around the hall.
"That sucks."
"He cheated," she continues to cry. "Mom found hotel charges on his credit card."
The fucker really is dumb, he blackmailed me, and instead got himself caught.
"Let me take you home." I tell her, knowing she takes the bus.
"Really?" She sounds shocked and somewhat hopeful. I know I'll have to cut her off later but right now I want to cause a little chaos in Officer Van Dyke's life.
The ride to Molly's
