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Myles wasn’t the only one between the two of them, with an unquenchable thirst for adventure. Monica clung to her wanderlust like a dragon clung to it’s gold. Sometimes, it’s all she needed to survive. The hope and wonder of a new place kept her sane most of the time. Knowing that one day she’d travel nearly every inch of the world until she took her very last breath. It wasn’t the prospect of running away which kept Monica from answering as quickly as he did. It was more so the fact that, he would be with her. Sure, Monica loved exploring new places with Myles. There wasn’t anyone else she could think of, who she’d rather leave town with. However, things between them as of lately, were complicated and Monica was starting to think they’d only grow more tangled and confusing the longer they stayed together. Myles’s reasons for leaving were 'Lakewood sucks’ and the obvious; 'I have no place else to go.’ Nowhere in his desires to get away did he include her name. He never claimed to want her specifically. So, Monica couldn’t help but wonder why she continued to drop everything for someone who has never, not once, confided in her about how he felt. He couldn’t even tell her where this friendship, or relationship or whatever it was… was going. So, what was the point? What were they doing? How long would they stick together before whatever they had grew stale? Monica wanted to ask all of these questions. But, she was also too afraid of what his answers might be. And the more she pushed, the more she feared he’d inevitably pull away. It wasn’t like Monica was expecting some huge romantic gesture where Myles was concerned. But a simple “I like you and I want to be with you” would have sufficed. “I don’t know,” Monica answered honestly. She knew she wanted to go. That wasn’t even in question. So what was stopping her? Validation from Myles? Since when did Monica ever need the validation of someone else to complete her? Part of her charm was doing whatever she wanted with not a single care in the world about what others might have thought or had to say about it. Her freedom mattered most to her. Above love. Above family. Above everything. And right now, maybe the same stood true for Myles. The only way he’d ever be truly free was if he got the hell out of this town. And the ticket to Milan in her pocket was his gesture of invite. Myles could have booked a ticket for anyone. Quinn. One of his other friends, Or even some random skank. But instead, he chose her. His best friend. The girl who claimed his innocence once upon a time and held onto it ever since. “On second thought,” Monica pursed her lips and pulled out both passports. “Let’s go.” Monica’s newly-found determination led them onto the train. They rode it all the way to the Lafayette Regional Airport where Monica used the emergency cash her Aunt deposited into her account every month to book them one way tickets to Milan. They settled for a ride in coach where they were assigned seats next to an elderly man who opted to have the aisle chair just in case he needed to run to the bathroom. This placed Monica in the middle and Myles next to the window. “Earlier,” Monica spoke up quietly as she turned to Myles, “When you said you thought you might have lost me… what did you mean by that?” When Monica woke up, she was under the impression she had just passed out and her body reacted to everything she took. She didn’t really know or realize that if it weren’t for Myles making her vomit everything up, she might not have survived. 

Thick, dark brows cast shadow over deep blue sapphire. It bothered Myles that Monica thought about not coming. It wasn’t as if he expected her to just say “yes” and jump on the train with him, but that’s what he selfishly hoped for. He wouldn’t be able to get too far, knowing Monica was back in Lakewood. Would she be safe here alone? Missing her would kill him. Would it kill her, too? Fortunately, Myles wouldn’t have to experience those wonders. Monica waved two passports in front of Myles. Spreading a relieved grin, the boy hopped aboard behind the blonde and found seats near the back, as per usual. The ride on the train was a lot more fun than riding coach on the plane aside an older woman who smelled of stale bread and mothballs. Not to say, that would stop the two corrupted youths from talking without shame, “–seriously not lying, his nuts really did get caught in his zipper, just like that movie ‘there’s something about Mary’ I swear, I’m not making this up.” Myles laughed –trying to convince Monica that one of Kyle’s police buddies’ really did get rushed to the emergency room after a bathroom break gone wrong.

As the conversations began to die down, like a beautifully relaxed fire, Myles welcomed Monica’s head on his shoulder as they were both now drifting off. Then, Monica parted her lips to a soft whisper – private, only for him. This, time she seemed to care whether or not the elder lady overheard. Her question pertained to the party and her overdose. Myles guessed the details may have been pretty fuzzy on her end. Lying unconscious under a tree, surrounded by drunken high school students with camera phones was probably better left forgotten anyway. “You don’t remember?” he retorted in a whisper much like her own. “They couldn’t find a pulse on you. Whatever you took, it was too much. I tried saving you…I made you throw up, then your uncle and his goons swerved in and lit the place up in the tradition asshole colors of red and blue,” Myles placed a hand over hers, on the armrest, and held it. “That’s when I took off running. You already threw up and Kyle grabbed me by my neck. I left the ticket in your pants, hoping you’d know where to find me….and you did.” gratefulness etched a beautiful smile across his stubble.

Myles had some extra cash after buying the concert tickets which he used for their Hotel Suite. Nothing too fancy but, there was a heated, indoors pool, gaming room, and a bar.  “I figure, we’ll go to the mall…pretend like we’re some rich valley kids, try on some clothes and then run out with them on our back.” the boy laughed, falling flat on the bed. “I actually have….” Myles dug into his jeans and pulled out a few bills, “maybe, 200 dollars. How much do you have?” money was never an issue between them, so it really didn’t matter. They knew how to get by without it. Whether that meant, conning someone or stealing things. Life on the edge may be dangerous, but it sure was beautiful and exhilarating—kind of like them.

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Monica eventually woke up to the sound of metal clinking against more metal. It sounded like someone was frying an egg and judging by the smell of bacon looming over her head, it was obvious her hunches were right. Someone was making her breakfast. But who? Every morning when Monica got up, Kyle and Olivia were gone. Kyle left the house at 5 am every day on the dot. Olivia left an hour after. They arranged their schedules so that they both could be home at a reasonable time. Though, Kyle often called and told Olivia he’d be working a double. Which wasn’t always necessarily true. “What are you doing here?” Monica wondered as she emerged behind Myles in the kitchen with a robe wrapped tightly around her petite waist. “I thought he was keeping you on a long leash.” Monica was referring to the restraining order. Which she didn’t know yet, didn’t exist here. In her dreams. A world where Myles could come over like this and not risk getting into serious trouble. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Myles responded. Aside from Myles simply being in her house at the crack of dawn (in his underwear no less), what was even weirder was the fact that he was cooking. Sure, he knew how. He’s been fending for himself practically his whole life. But, Monica never realized just how well he knew his way around a kitchen. Her kitchen. “The restraining order?? You’re supposed to be keeping your distance.” The more Monica tried to explain, the more confused Myles looked. “I think now would be a great time to lay off the crack for awhile,” he teased. Monica simply laughed and went along with whatever this was. She helped Myles set the table, ate breakfast with him and then laughed as he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder carrying her upstairs to her Aunt and Uncle’s room. “Myles, stop. Wrong room. You passed mine.” Myles ignored her and threw her down on the bed before he vowed to finish his breakfast there. The whole time, Monica looked around the room as he kissed down her stomach and thighs, expecting to see pictures and things belonging to Kyle and Olivia but instead there were pictures and stuff belonging to them. As in; her and Myles. “Myles,” Monica tried to stop him. “Where are we?” He stopped kissing her to lift his head, smile, and utter, “Home.” Monica was speechless. She just laid there gawking at him until she felt something crawling up her throat. Her stomach started convulsing and she was one-hundred percent sure she was going to throw up. Which she did. Her body rolled over onto it’s side and she vomited over the arm of the lounge chair she was resting on. When she opened her eyes, she blinked away the blurriness until the silhouettes around her became more clearer. Everyone was either standing around looking at her, or taking off in a sprint away from the cops. Kyle was shouting ‘Over here!’ as paramedics rushed towards her. Monica was confused and didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t even realize she’d been the cause of the commotion until they tried to strap her onto a gurney and take her away. “I’m fine,” She growled, swatting the rescuers away as she stumbled back onto her feet. “You need to go to the hospital, Monny. You were unconscious,” Kyle explained. When paramedics tried again to take her, Monica screamed “I’m fine!” and stormed away. Her vision hadn’t yet returned to normal. All she could make out were certain shapes and colors. “Moni,” Becky sighed with relief. “Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” Becky snapped her fingers and a couple of the girls on the team poured her a glass of water so that Becky could hand it to Monica. Monica managed to slip back inside the house, while Kyle cleared the yard and sent everyone home. His duties as an officer bought her some time to find Myles. “Where’s Myles?” Monica asked the group of girls as Becky followed her around with a glass of water. She was feeling guilty now about what she did and wanted to make it up to her teammate. “He left,” Becky explained. “Your Uncle, I guess, was going to arrest him but he took off.” Monica stopped and leaned her back against one of the walls in the living room to catch her breath and support her shaky frame, “Did you see where he went? I need to talk to him.” Becky shook her head and offered up the glass in her hand once again, “You should drink some water. You had a lot to drink.” Monica looked down at the glass in Becky’s hands and shook her head. “What I need is a cigarette..” Monica whined. She rubbed her temples and then felt around in her pockets for her cigarettes but instead came across something else. A small piece of paper. Monica pulled it out and turned it around. She could hardly read it until she squeezed her eyes shut and then reopened them to try again. It was a concert ticket for the band Nirvana. Immediately, she knew who it was from; Myles. “I think I know where he is,” Monica mumbled. Becky just looked confused. Was she still talking about Myles or? “I gotta get out of here,” Monica then told Becky. “Okay but you can’t drive.” Monica glowered at Becky, thinking to herself 'Well duh, you moron.’ She stuffed the ticket back into her pocket and grabbed Becky’s hand, “I know. You’re going to drive me to the train station right now.” Becky came along with Monica reluctantly. She didn’t know if she could trust the girls to stay behind and handle the cops. But, she couldn’t let Monica try to drive herself either. The girl almost died once already tonight. And it was all of Becky’s fault. “Okay fine. We’ll take my moms car.” Becky led Monica to the driveway and helped her in before zipping past the police cruisers and ambulances spread out over her front lawn. Monica was silent the whole way, while Becky tried to make conversation. Monica could tell she felt guilty about something and was only helping her for an ulterior reason. Granted, Monica had yet to put those reasons together. “Right here’s good,” Monica told Becky as they arrived at the train station. She didn’t want Becky to venture any further and figure out what she was doing here. “Are you sure, Moni?” Monica nodded and muttered a strained 'thank you’ as she slipped out of the car and waited for Becky to drive off. Then she walked slowly toward their spot, hoping she was right and Myles would be there. Because if he wasn’t, then she was afraid he might have abandoned her. He wasn’t stupid enough to stick around while the cops were looking for him. Thankfully, Monica’s hunches proved to be right. Myles was folded up uncomfortably on their bench. He was sound asleep as Monica approached and tapped his feet to wake him up, “They’re looking for you,” Monica told Myles with a weak cough. “I got your bat signal,” Monica paused to pull out the ticket, she assumed Myles left in her pocket. “You know, if we do this….if we run away… there’s no coming back. Are you sure you want this?”  

Myles was in and out of sleep. The station’s bench wasn’t as comfortable as it might have looked. It was hard, cold and reminded him of being squished next to Monica, scribbling on the old wood. Memories of her shoving and kicking him to stay on his side made him smile. Then, when he did finally find sleep, he walked right into a nightmare. 

There was a tree made from the wood of their bench. On it, was all their little doodles and carvings. The tree didn’t look as happy or as safe as the bench. No, it was wicked. Tall, strong and dark. It made Myles think of Quinn. And how he betrayed him. How they both (him and monica) did. But, then Quinn deserved it! Right?? Sleeping with any girl who looked his way. The fights, the drugs, the brothels. He wasn’t right for her. Sure, Quinn was his best friend and brother for life. But, Monica was important, too. She was his best friend as well. And, someone he frequently slept with. Which made her a little more special to him than Quinn. He shared something real with her. Something raw. Love? Hard to say. Myles didn’t exactly know what love meant. He never felt it from anyone else. His dad, his sister, his mom –they only cared about themselves. Quinn? He told Myles on occasion that he loved him –but did he really? And did Quinn always know Myles liked Monica? Did he know that when he stole her? Was it to show dominance? Control? Was it to make Myles man-up? Step up for what he wanted? Was Quinn only fucking Monica so that Myles would for once feel something? Something real? He was as tired of Myles’s aloof attitude as everyone else.

Myles stepped closer to the tree. He could feel Quinn’s presence. “Still in a coma, brother?” Myles felt so small beneath the tree. He bet Quinn would love to know that. How small he felt in comparison. “If I want her….like really want her. No more games. No more sneaking behind each other’s backs. If I love Monica, would you give her back? No fight. No grudge. No more crazy shit?” There was a strong wind. It was cold. Then the earth hardened and cracked beneath his sneakers. Myles took a step back and the ground opened up. In the pit beneath the tree was Monica curled up in a ball. Her skin was cold. Blue. She was gone –dead. The feelings he felt when he found her OD’d outside the party all came rushing back. The ground continued to crack under his red converse –a thud; Myles’s eyes shot open after Monica kicked the bottom of his sneaker. Was he still dreaming? Or was Monica actually standing there with him? “...Mon?” he rose quickly.  “They’re looking for you,” She said –and he already knew who she meant by that. Kyle. Though, not even Kyle could take away this moment from him. He was so happy to see Monica and it showed. He was near tears as he jumped off the bench and lifted her up into a swinging hug.

When he let her down, he pulled back to assess her. From what he could tell, she looked okay. She was breathing at least. Wasn’t blue or stuck in a hole. Her question still loomed, “You know, if we do this….if we run away… there’s no coming back. Are you sure you want this?” Was this something he really wanted? Well, he no longer had a house because his mom let that asshole beat his ass and throw him out. Kyle had the dogs sniffing him out. Quinn was in a coma. What did he really have to lose? 

“I just can’t believe you’re here… I thought I might have lost you,” he was still a little choked up, “--Asshole!” he pushed her shoulder, cracked a smile, and then pulled her into a strong, heartwarming kiss. It was one of those rare moments when Myles let it all in; all of his feelings. He didn’t stop kissing and touching her until the train pulled up. 

Her question now sat on the tracks –were they really doing this? “I’m sure it’s what I want. Lakewood fucking sucks,” his hand slid into hers, lacing their fingers, “what about you, lola bunny? Is this something you want?”  

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Deep down, Monica would have preferred to spend her night with Myles. However unfortunately, that just wasn’t in the cards. She didn’t know how much longer she could live in limbo with Myles. Whenever she thought they were on the right path, moving forward toward more mutual territory they ended up just staying in the same place. Sure, the sneaking around was hot at times. It easily got her blood pumping and  of course, absence did make the heart grow fonder but, she couldn’t keep doing it. The fallout with Quinn had only made her realize that she wanted something real. Underneath it all, she wanted someone who would dedicate themselves to her and only her while at the same time keeping her on her toes. There was nothing wrong with a little ambiguity every now and then but Myles was a little too ambiguous all the time. He’s never had a serious girlfriend. And Monica wasn’t even sure he wanted one. His apathetic attitude made him impossible to read. And quite frankly, maybe she was getting sick of it. Of never being enough in the eyes of someone she truly called a friend and would have happily settled down with. Whether it was Quinn finding out that was holding him back or maybe just Myles himself, Monica told herself she didn’t care anymore. Yeah, it was a lie but she figured if she told herself that lie long enough, she’d one day start to believe it.

“What’s wrong?” Jason asked. His hands were still massaging Monica’s inner thighs as he kissed along her neck, trying to win back her full attention. Until Monica had looked over her shoulder, she didn’t even realize Myles was there. But, now that he was.. she started to chicken out. Of course, she knew he’d be there. However, she was told Becky didn’t plan to invite him until later when she thought it’d be easier to corner him. Therefore, Monica could avoid him a little easier. “I can’t,” Monica leaned back and placed both hands on Jason’s chest as if to stop him. “Why? What’s wrong? We’re just having fun..” He whispered, as he cupped and groped her crotch. “Are you deaf???” Monica hissed. She caught the attention of another couple making out beside them. “I said no,” Growling, Monica grabbed Jason’s wrist and pried it away from the heat between her legs. “Fine,” He huffed, clearly pissed. “I prefer something much tighter anyways.” Considering Monica was skinny (she hardly ever ate and preferred to get high instead), she knew he was calling her easy. It hurt that others thought she was this easy slut. But, Monica refused to give them the satisfaction of letting them know they got to her. Thus, she stood up and walked past Myles as he was talking to Becky in order to get herself something stronger to drink. She found a bottle of vodka in the kitchen and took the whole thing with her before stepping out onto the back patio. Two cheerleaders were sitting on a couple of the defense player’s shoulder’s playing a game of chicken, while others mingled around them. Monica found a quiet place to relax before she took a giant sip of the vodka and winced as it burned her throat. Then, she dug around in her jacket pocket for her coke vial. She snorted a line, laid back and then when that wasn’t enough, she snorted another. And then another. And then another. Her nose felt so raw by the end of it and she was bleeding a little but she didn’t think anything of it. Instead, she laid back for good this time and closed her eyes; letting the high take over.

MEANWHILE INSIDE ….

Becky was trying and (possibly) failing to seduce Myles. “Tell you what,” She propositioned him. Despite Myles being interested in Monica’s trysts, Monica didn’t seem to be too interested in his. At least, that’s what Becky would convince him. Maybe if he thought Monica didn’t care, he’d stop wasting his time pining after her. “I’ll play you for it.”

Without giving Myles a chance to back out before he’s even had time to play her game, Becky took his hand and led him to her family’s game room. Her father was a lawyer, and her mother was an entrepreneur. Both were filthy rich which meant Becky was spoiled. She got everything she wanted. Well, almost. Everything but Myles. Granted, she was dead set on changing her luck in that department.

Every weekend, her father would get together with his buddies and they’d all play poker. There was also a pool table and air hockey table too which were used more by Becky and her friends. “If you beat me in a game, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. About mystery cop guy or whatever else you can think of. But, if I win….” Becky drew closer to Myles and traced a sultry line down his chest, dragging her fingertip over Kurt Cobain’s face. “…You have to kiss me. And trust me, one’s all you’ll need to get hooked on something new.” Winking, Becky sauntered around the pool table and lined up to take the first shot, meaning she had to break. But, right away she landed two stripes on her first turn. Impressive, right? Eh, maybe not so much. She was good and had plenty of practice from when her dad taught her. You know, before he started to put his work above her. The game went on and on for a little while and miraculously (for him), Becky was killing it. She ended up schooling Myles with 2 of his balls still left on the table. “You know what they say? A deal’s a deal.” Moving closer, Becky grabbed Myles by the jacket and let her mouth dangle in front of his for a moment, “Before I rock your world, can I ask you a simple question?” Though that first part was also considered a question, it wasn’t meant to be answered, “Why do you care so much about Monica? I mean, I get that you two are neighbors and everything but she’s dated your best friend. And we all know it’s only a matter of time before that trainwreck lands it’s way back on it’s tracks. It’s neverending and can’t be stopped no matter how hard the universe tries to warn us it’s doomed. Think of it like global warming…” Becky shrugged, giving Myles a moment to process what she was saying. “I know it’s none of my business but, I’m going to be honest with you. I think you can do better, don’t you?” Knowing she had very little time left to strike, Becky grabbed Myles’s face and planted a wet kiss on his lips. A deal’s a deal after all.

She only stopped when one of her underlings kicked open the door and started screaming that someone was dead. “Beck, come quick!” She cried, “She’s not breathing!!” While everyone else who overheard the commotion, including Myles, ran off to see what was going on.. Becky was the only one who didn’t seem the least bit concerned. Neither did Jason, who had his hands in his pockets and was exchanging secret glances with Becky.

“Did you bring it?” Becky asked Jason, just hours before the party began. He scored a couple of specially enhanced sleeping pills from Daffy before he took a gruesome spill at Quinn’s party just a couple days ago. “Right here,” Jason held up the baggie and grinned. “But, I wouldn’t take more than half of it. This shit is super strong. It could put down a horse.” Becky took the pills and ignored Jason’s warning as she slipped him a hundred. The extra fifty were so that he’d keep his mouth shut. He agreed willingly. Though, he didn’t necessarily know or understand just what he was agreeing to.

Before the party, Becky invited all the girls over for a quick team meeting. And at the end, she passed around a white pill to every girl on the team. She told them it would just help to loosen everybody up. But she made sure they were all aspirin except for Monica’s. Monica was lucky. She was given one of the sleeping pills Jason sold to Becky. Becky didn’t think Monica taking the whole thing would be a big deal. And sure maybe, it wouldn’t have been. However, given she wasn’t just taking a sleeping pill, and instead was drank on top of it, as well as high off cocaine, Monica was completely knocked out.

Her pulse was weak and barely recognizable as the whole party stopped and watched on as another girl tried to locate it. “Guys, she’s not breathing,” The girl announced. Becky followed Myles outside and tried to encourage him to turn around before he had a chance to see who it was. She already knew. But, thankfully no one else was aware of her secret aside from Jason.

Myles couldn’t help but to overhear the commotion going on between Monica and her new boy-toy Jason. He almost went over there to see what the problem was before Becky wrapped her fingers around his forearm and reeled him back in. “It’s a part of her cat and mouse game, she gets them goin’ and then pulls away. Then, eventually comes back and fucks their brains out.” Myles turned his head toward the brunette who wore a small B on her cheek in blue paint for ‘Becky.’ “I know Monica. She’s not at all how people perceive her. She’s actually kind of a sweetheart underneath it all.” Myles turned his head over his shoulder to get another glimpse of Monica but she was gone. Jason sat there alone, blue-balled and beer in hand. Becky placed her hand on Myles cheek and with her long lacquered nails, grazed the stubble, aiding him to turn back around. “Play you for it?” he asked, confused on where they left off their conversation. The ‘it’ turned out to be more info’ on the black-nailed cheerleader. “So, if I win you tell me more about the cop and if you win, you want a kiss? … Sounds fair.” Turning on her heels, Becky’s cheer skirt fanned out to a twirl, revealing her butt which was hanging out of her cheeky black lace panties. Myles sucked the saturation from his lower lip and followed.

To his surprise, Becky was somewhat of a pool shark. She sunk ball after ball and when she finished she had those sparkly hazel eyes on another set of balls –his. She wasted no time claiming her award; two hands wrapped around his jacket. Then, she leaned in and breathed sultrily across his lips. Myles wanted to feel something –anything. But, he didn’t. Where was the spark? The excitement? Why wasn’t he looking forward to kissing Becky Summers? She was smoking. Beautiful face, bangin’ bod’, long flexible legs. He could take out all of his issues on her. Fuck her up against the wall, over the pool table –on the pool table. They actually make a gorgeous couple –but Myles was thinking about someone else… someone blonder, feistier and little more difficult. Something Becky seemed to catch onto as she begged the question, ‘Why do you care so much about Monica?’. 

What she had to say about her made a lot of sense. Monica was off-and-on with Quinn and was just canoodling on the couch with Jason and possibly fucking a cop on the side, as well. “You’re right, she is mega-fucked. She’s not a princess or an A-plus student, she isn’t captain of the cheer-squad, and she is fucking my best friend… but, I know who she is. She’s not fake. Mon’ is mon’ all day. She can be a handful at times, but I think she’s my one. Like, none of this matters because it’s just obstacles. It’s High School. I can see us at 45-years old, smokin’ weed by the pool and drinking spiked lemonade. I think we’re both fucked up, but around each other it kind of feels like that’s okay. Because we share it. She’s no more fucked up than I am, Becks.” Before Myles could chicken out of their bet or think any deeper into it, Becky pushed her warm mouth against his lips and slipped him some major tongue. Her nipples felt tight under her shirt, rubbing against his chest and guiding his hands on her hips, which were exposed beneath her small crop top.

“How’s that feel, baby?” she had him pushed against the pool table, an arm around his neck to deepen the kiss as her hand rubbed his cock over his jeans. A spark was unnecessary now as she worked his dick hard and promised to ride it after plucking the button loose and unzipping the flap. However, before she could pull him out, the door swung open and in screamed another cheerleader – “Come quick!” the entire party grouped together as everyone ran out to the back lawn. Under a tree was a girl. Myles recognized the clothes. Monica –he was screaming her name in his head. Then suddenly it wasn’t just in his head, he was screaming her name out loud as he took off running across the dark lawn. “Get away from her! Get away!” Myles yelled; turning to everyone as he cleared a space. To him –these fuckers didn’t know or like her, why the fuck did they care if she stopped breathing for good? It would just be their party story of the week.

“Monica! You fucking asshole, you’re not going to die..” eyes stung with tears that he couldn’t hold back. They were running down his cheeks as he felt around for the tickets in his back pocket. “We’re going to leave… you’re still coming with me, right?” he was sobbing, face buried in her hair as he held her head up. After a moment, he realized what he had to do and put his fingers in her mouth. Whatever she took, she’d throw up. “Monica… don’t you even think about leaving me too.” Before he could do anything further, red and blue lights lit up the lawn. “…Fuck, who called the fucking cops?!” Myles turned around, eyes red. Becky shrugged next to Jason. Myles tucked a ticket into Monica’s pocket right before Officer Abrams grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. “You’re fucked now, Myles. You’re going to fry for this.” Instead of arguing with Kyle, Myles took off running. He didn’t stop for over an hour. He had no idea where he was going but he wound up at the train station. It was their place. It just made sense to go there.

Myles wound up sleeping on their bench. On one armrest (monica’s side) was a bunch of doodles written in yellow marker: 10&1 (lola and bugs’ jersey numbers), a rabbit’s foot for good luck, and a small penis (aka myles’ penis according to monica). On Myles’ armrest was the nirvana smiley face, m&m, some song lyrics, and a bigger drawing of a dick to correct Monica’s.

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It wasn’t like Monica didn’t believe him. She knew Myles. And she knew he wasn’t the malicious person this precinct and her Uncle were making him out to be. Myles wasn’t a monster. He was a troubled kid with a lot on his plate. Just like the rest of them. That’s what she liked about him. He wasn’t arrogant or rich like Quinn. He was just average. At least, financially. Then again, Monica recalled what happened to Daffy the night before. Daffy who was knocked unconscious by Myles and Quinn and then was basically left for dead at Quinn’s party which they all ditched. It made Monica wonder what had gotten into him. Why he was suddenly picking fights with people left and right. Was it Quinn’s influence? Or was something much deeper going on with him that she didn’t know? “Maybe you should just do it,” Monica suggested. But, before Myles could argue, she held up a hand to stop him. “I mean not like, actually stay away from me. But, you could lie and say that you’re going to. How would he know the difference? There’s plenty of things or people I see that my parents, –” Monica stopped herself. Her Aunt and Uncle weren’t really her parents but that’s what she’s grown so used to telling people, “–My Aunt and Uncle don’t know about. By now, we should be used to hiding this.” Monica motioned with her finger between the two of them. Hiding their relationship or affair or whatever it was, became so easy. Sure, there were slip ups every now and then but they got away with it in the end. “Don’t be so stubborn, okay.” Monica warned him. She knew Myles liked to beat to the rhythm of his own drum and hated being told what to do but sometimes it paid to cheat the system rather than to just always break it. “Whatever this thing is you and Kyle have against each other, you gotta let it go. If not for his sake then for your own. Or for mine.” As if it’s become a habit, Monica rubs at the bruises on her neck and presses her knees close together under the table just thinking about Kyle. “You don’t get it okay? And I don’t have a lot of time to explain it to you. But, if you don’t lie your way out of this one and promise to stay away from me while he’s around then they’re going to ship me back. And I can’t go back.” Though, partly true.. what Monica was saying was only a small particle of the truth. If Monica caused too many problems, her Aunt would ship her back to Italy. Kyle covered for her most of the time but, Monica always had to pay for it. Usually in sexual favors. Behind her, were muffled voices and the shadow of two black, male silhouettes. One belonging to the officer guarding the door and the other to Kyle who came in with a toothpick between his teeth which he traded in over his stale peppermint gum. “How’d you get in here? You shouldn’t be in here.” Monica stood tall as she slipped out of the chair sitting across from Myles. “I was just leaving.” In her efforts to get away before things got too weird or worse for them both, Kyle stopped her by grabbing ahold of her arm. “On second thought, you could stay. I think we’ve reached a decision.” Because the whole thing was a set up, James had no intention of following through with his threats to press charges. Not when he could risk going to jail himself on other counts like possession and armed robbery. It was all just a ploy to get Myles to cooperate and follow through with Kyle’s strategy. But, while on his way to the can, he came across a much better idea. “Why don’t you take a look at this and read it out loud to your friend over here?” Kyle gestured to Myles and took a seat as Monica was handed the piece of paper. It was a restraining order against Myles which read that he was not to come within a hundred feet of Monica or else he’d be arrested. “It’s a restraining order,” Monica informed Myles as she threw it down on the table and watched it slide toward Myles’s handcuffs. Despite the speech she’d just given Myles, Monica couldn’t back down. Not when her rights were being challenged and she was now being treated like a criminal (which she then imagined, that’s how Myles must’ve felt).

“I’m not signing it,” Monica refused. Her hands crossed over her chest and Kyle was caught eying her bosom as she stood her ground reluctantly. “Well, look at it like this..” Kyle removed the toothpick and stood up, holding onto his belt to showcase his authority, “You don’t have to. Olivia (her aunt) and I already did. I faxed her the petition a few minutes ago while I stepped out. You’re a minor and as your legal guardians, we’re obligated to make these decisions. You don’t want to follow our rules? Then I’ll make sure you do. Now, you can leave.” Glancing between Myles and Kyle, Monica fumed and then stormed out. She didn’t come all this way just to be stuck under someone else’s thumb. The rebel in her wouldn’t abide by these new rules. The only thing she hated more than Kyle was feeling trapped or boxed in. Which was exactly how she was feeling. She knew the only reason Kyle was doing this was so that he could ensure he was reserving her for himself. But, what was he going to?  Keep her away from everyone else? She’d show him that she didn’t belong to him. Or to Quinn. And sadly, not to Myles either. Granted, Myles was his own fault for never seizing his opportunities with her when he had the chance. Over the next two days … Monica kept her distance from Myles. Just as he kept his distance from her. Not intentionally. Monica wasn’t following through with the rules. Not really. She just had other plans. Quinn was still in the hospital. Monica swung by and dropped off some flowers that the cheerleaders all chipped in and bought him. She put it next to the signed basketball that his team must’ve left before she got there. Becky was having a small get together at her house later that night. She told the girls, including Monica, that tonight would be the night she’d make a move on Myles. Monica lied and told her Aunt that she’d be studying at the library. She wasn’t of course. She, like everybody else, snuck off to Becky’s for a co-ed sleepover. It was for the cheerleaders and basketball players only. So, yes, that meant she’d run into Myles for the first time since she bailed his ass out of jail. They talked a little here and there in between but didn’t spend much alone time together. And Monica was oddly grateful for that. The more alone time she spent with Myles, the more confused her feelings for him became. All Monica wanted to do was shut those feelings off. At least for a night. And she aimed to do just that. She was sitting on the couch with a cup of beer in her hand, and her legs draped over Jason Thompson’s lap (another player on the Lancers). She was laughing and nuzzling her forehead against his shoulder. It was obvious they were vibing and he was interested in her. The fact becoming much clearer when he lifted her chin and kissed her hard on the mouth. By now, everyone knew she and Quinn were done. Jason would have never had the balls to kiss her if Quinn was around but thankfully he wasn’t and he couldn’t stop her or them from hooking up. “How about we go upstairs?” Jason breathed heavily against her neck. A few of the girls all gave them dirty looks, probably because they were jealous. Most of them resented how Monica sunk her teeth into every hot guy they knew. “Mm,” Monica hummed, rolling her lips together, “And do what?” As Monica waited for an answer and she felt Jason’s hand slip between her thighs, Becky walked in behind Myles. Becky knew there was something going on between Monica and Myles. She would have gladly sold Monica out but she couldn’t because she cared about Myles. And she couldn’t be happier Myles was seeing for himself what kind of person Monica really was. Becky often paraded around with an innocent persona but she would have done anything to get what she wanted. And tonight that was Myles. “If you ask me, it’s pretty gross,” Becky told Myles about his secret girl next door, as she stood closely behind him. “Just last week it was someone else. Someone older. And get this. he’s a cop. She always sneaks around your best friend’s back and as soon as they break up, she moves onto someone else. At least you can look out for him. Given that he’s all messed up in the hospital and everything.. Hey, do you want a drink?” Grazing his arm, Becky passed her drink off to Myles, “Don’t worry, it’s not me you have to worry about catching anything from." 

Myles signed the damn paper –he didn’t see much of a choice. Plus, he kept Monica’s words in mind; sneaking around (despite her sudden freak out after she was told to sign along the dotted line as well). Myles figured it was this or jail and fines. There was no way he was going to beat a cop when the game was the law. The game was already played and won; Myles was in handcuffs and Kyle was adjusting his belt with a smug smile that wrapped around a toothpick. A couple of days passed by when Myles saw Olivia Abrams outside of the house, watering her garden. A garden Myles wrecked plenty of times before Monica moved in and he made amends with the crazy Italian lady next door. He would have done anything for Monica; including squashing the rivalry that his father made with all their neighbors. Olivia was one of Fynn’s clients; she gave money for him to invest and he ripped her off like everyone else. They were very close so it was a shock to her when she found out he was robbing everyone. And if that wasn’t enough, Fynn’s daughter Fiona tried to fuck Kyle (Olivia’s husband). At least, that’s what Kyle says. Myles always thought it was the other way around.

“Mrs. Abrams,” Myles stayed the legal distance, “why did –uhm, why did you sign those papers for Monica? We kind of grew up together and… it’s weird. Like, I don’t think I was a bad influence for her. The thing that happened with my mom wasn’t my fault. She was with some random guy from a bar and he was choking her when I came down stairs. I didn’t know it was some fantasy sex-game.” Olivia stood up, spray bottle in hand. “That’s just it– baby, I’m sorry. Your family is –excuse my Italian but, pazzo –crazy. Your father is a scammer. Your sister is a whore. Your mother is… all of the above. And you? You’re going to fall down that same rabbit hole and Kyle and I believe it’s best if you don’t take Monica down with you. She’s here for a fresh start, a new beginning. You can’t provide her with the necessities she’ll need to thrive here. You can only bring her down. You’re a good boy, Myles. Better than the rest of your family, but that doesn’t make it right. Monica doesn’t need a bad boy with a heart of gold –she needs a good man who can buy her gold. I know you guys say you’re just friends… but I see it. I’m a woman. I see the love. I also know she’s dating- or was dating your best friend. It’s a mess, Myles. Just please, if you love her, you’ll stay away.” As if to emphasize this, Kyle opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. The look in his eyes were dark, like a cloud pulling in over the sun. “We changed Monny’s number and switched her classes, too. It’s for the best, son. Now, please, stay away from my wife. Before I get a restraining order there, too.” Kyle had his hands on the porch rail, leaning forward with one of those nasty grins that danced around a mouth full of gum. “Whatever,” Myles groaned, turning away. Fuck Kyle and the paper. He was going to see Monica whenever he wanted.

That night, Myles ordered two tickets to see Nirvana in Italy on February 25th. He was going to take Monica far away from here and they would do what they always kidded around about –run away; not for a few hours like they normally did, but for good. During stuffing a bag full of clothes, Myles got a few texts here and there about a party at Becky’s. Most were from Becky, herself.

Becks: Heyyy Myles, we’re all having a little pow-wow at my house. All the cheerers and players. Make sure you come. xoxo

Myles: Kinda busy 2nite. Have you seen Monica? I heard her number was changed.

Becks: Yeah she’s here with Jason. Do you want to talk to her? I mean, she’s kind of full on PDA right now so that might be hard.

Myles: No. I’ll be there in a bit.

Becks: Yayyy.

Myles showed up in a Kurt Cobain tee and his letterman’s jacket. His heart had pounded the whole walk up. He needed to see for himself if Monica was actually with someone else while Quinn was in a coma and he was forced to stay a hundred feet back. After that night at his house: the shower, video games, talk of going to Italy; he thought they were in a good place –a forward motion. Monica had told him they would sneak around if they couldn’t be together –so to see Becky wasn’t lying about where Monica had been, hurt. He couldn’t take his eyes off Monica and Jason as Becky spoke behind his shoulder. Jason’s hand was up her thigh and she wasn’t flinching back, but rather moving closer. “She was also seeing a cop?” Myles blinked, having difficulty digesting all of what Becky told him. There was a couple of young studs on the force; friends of Kyle’s. Myles didn’t want to believe Monica was bending over for them but he also didn’t want to believe she was with Jason –and she was. When Becky offered a drink, aside a quip about catching something off Monica, Myles accepted the drink but not the comment. Was she really that bad? “You sure she was sleeping with a cop or was she just hanging out with one? Because, her uncle is a cop. She could have just been with him. Tall, dark hair, green eyes, kinda looks like a serial killer?” Myles turned away from the difficult sight of Monica and downed some of the drink in his hand- waiting to see if the description matched up.

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Lost in the music, Monica grazed the flesh of her neck with her polished fingernails and then hiked up the shirt she had on to expose her lower back. She was unaware she was being watched until she spun around and saw Myles staring at her, nibbling on his sandwich. “Is this you asking me to run away with you so we can finally be together?” Judging by his expression, he answered her question with a faint ‘not exactly.’ Though she was only joking (truth be told, Monica didn’t really believe in fairytales), she still had to wonder if that would be so bad? Despite, what he says in the heat of the moment (like in the shower), Myles failed to do anything about what he wanted. Maybe he thought he didn’t deserve it. Or maybe he thought it was safer just to continue as they were. And then there was the third option. Option C  being that he just wasn’t that into her. “I’m kidding,” Monica clarified at last. Granted, she was a little serious. She could leave a trail of hints for Myles and he still wouldn’t be able to put the pieces together.

Sure, it hurt. Wanting something so bad and then being disappointed every single time. It wasn’t his fault. It was hers. For wishing on fallen stars. No matter how many times they circled around the topic, it never went anywhere. Monica thought about leaving. She didn’t but she considered it. Maybe space would give him a chance to miss her or at least force him to buy himself a damn clue. Walking away was much easier said than done, though. Given he was her drug of choice. Monica stuck around, long enough for Myles to kick her ass on the xbox. In her defense, he had more practice. He played the same game nearly every other day with Quinn. When it came time for some Ninja Turtles, Monica was dead set on turning her luck around. She was off to a fortunate start but assumed that had to do with Myles being distracted. His distractions only grew worse when the commotion of bodies slamming into things and glass breaking echoed. For a split second, Monica turned her gaze onto Myles and could see his forearms flexing anxiously. She knew what was going to happen and she knew she should have stopped it but, she didn’t. Though, she did groan as she paused the game and got up to follow him.

“Myles!” Monica screamed as she watched him fly down the stairs like a bat out of hell. She came down after him half way and watched as he ripped the giant stranger off his mom and got into a screaming match with both of them. It was like watching a car crash. It was mesmerizing and there wasn’t much anyone could do to stop it even though their brains were urging them to do something.

It wasn’t until Myles had been thrown out that, Monica pushed on the stranger in defense of someone she loved and cared about; Myles. The stranger caught her arm however, in her attempt to swing at him and gave her a long hard look. His eyes lingered on her long lean legs and tight ass. “Well, hello there. This one belong to you too?” The stranger asked Myles’s mom as he licked his lips. “No. She’s his whore from next door.” Monica attempted to free herself by wiggling in the guy’s grasp. Eventually someone helped rescue her. At first Monica thought it was Myles and sighed with relief until she noticed the badge on the person’s sleeve. “Sir, put your hands behind your back. You’re under arrest for putting your hands on a minor.” Jarbled voices melded into one another as red and blue lights flickered behind her. Monica stepped out onto the porch and noticed Kyle had come forward after his partner and handcuffed Myles. “No! What are you doing???” Monica yelled as she pleaded with her Uncle to let Myles go. “It’s not his fault! He was defending us.” They both knew that wasn’t the truth but if Monica grouped herself in and lied about being in danger, Myles would have a better chance of being released. “The neighbors called it in. Heard glass breaking and shouting. Witnesses say he attacked first. I know you wanna protect your friend but back up, Monny. I mean it.” Monica winced at the nickname. She hated it. And she hated Kyle. He wasn’t protecting her. He was intentionally arresting Myles because he believed he was in his way. “You can’t do this!” She screamed as she followed Kyle as he escorted Myles toward the back of his police cruiser. “Please, just let him go,” Monica begged while tugging on Kyle’s arm. He shook her off and she aimed to swing but felt her Aunt’s arms holding her back, “Shhh,” she cooed. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. They’re just gonna ask him some questions. It’ll be okay.” 

A COUPLE HOURS LATER ….

Monica arrived in a change of clothes after breaking free from her Aunt who encouraged her to stay home and not make matters worse. But, Monica couldn’t sit back and do nothing. She showed up with a wallet full of money (thirty five hundred in cash) that she kept hidden under her bed and posted Myles’s bail. Though, it took awhile to process and so she demanded to speak to him. Kyle had stepped out, so thankfully Monica had bribed one of the other arresting officers to let her in the room where he was handcuffed to a table for questioning. “This’ll just take a couple minutes, I promise.” Nodding, the officer that let her in, stepped outside to monitor the door. Ensuring that the pretty blonde morsel didn’t escape with her fugitive. “Have you completely lost your fucking mind?!???” Monica hissed. She was angry and upset. But, not necessarily at him. “The guy you hit wants to press charges. I overheard something about assault and battery. You’re gonna have to go to court and in case this has totally gone over your head, you don’t have any money!! Quinn can’t help. He’s in a coma and I used every last cent I had to bail your idiot ass out. Like seriously, do you want to rot in jail??? Because that’s what’s going to happen. And, I can’t save you…” Monica’s voice got quieter. She was ridden with anxiety. And she was honestly and truly afraid about what was going to happen to him now that she saw what he was up against and how extraordinarily fucked up his home life was. 

As Myles was being guided down the long hall of cells all he could hear was ratting from every corner. Handcuffs jiggling, keys turning, and cell doors closing. Normally, Myles loved sounds. He loved picking them up and putting a beat on them but, these sounds were horrifying. They were a door slammed on his freedom. He always worried about being exiled to New Lake –this was way worse. He’d happily take New Lake over jail.

Myles was first directed to a long lunch table where he met his public defender: Sergio –which ironically meant ‘one who serves’. The guy was dressed nicely in an Italian suit and had dark shiny hair and honest-brown eyes. “Sergio?” Myles asked after taking a seat and placing his hands on the table; still cuffed. His bruised eye looked upward, timidly. “Family name-” the guy (mid-thirties) cracked a white smile. “Father’s Italian, mother is Spanish. Either way my name would be something –o, you kno’?” he laughed –attempting to lighten the mood; which would be impossible. “I Guess. I mean, I’m Italian, Irish and fucked up.” Sergio laughed, enjoying the cheekiness. “It’s that Italian and Irish that gets you in trouble – suspended for fighting, bad grades, truancy...” he was reading off a sheet, and by the sound of it –he was right; fucked. “I don’t need the grocery list. What’s it gonna be? …I didn’t do anything.” Sergio leaned back with a sigh, “we can get you bail. Probably looking at three-thousand.” Myles gave a weak smirk, shaking his head hopelessly. “You’re from Lakewood? That should be nothin’ you kids spend that on sneakers every week.” Myles leaned forward, “not me. I have like…one-fifty. That’s one-hundred and fifty. Not one-thousand.”  Sergio, playing with his tie, looked over his fact sheets once more. “Look, kid, talk to Officer Abrams. See what he says, he wants to have a sit-down with you before they book you for assault and battery. Flash that pretty-boy smile, sit-up straight and ditch the whole James Dean-thing you got goin’ on.”

Questioning Room:

Kyle walked in with his hands on his belt, slow and steady, like the smile he wore across wet lips. He had the swagger of a cowboy but none of the charm. He sat down in front of Myles and put a boot up on the table, and then another; crossing his ankles as he leaned back and continued to grin in silence. “You know you look like a psycho when you do shit like that?” Myles finally commented when the staring continued and goosebumps prickled his arms. “Did you know the boys here have some terrific stories about your dad? Yeah, he wanted to be a Cop. His balls, they weren’t heavy enough for it. Is that why you do this? Because you want people to think you’re not as gutless and spineless as your deadbeat, runaway dad?” Kyle was tracing the edges of his teeth as he spoke around a wad of peppermint bubble gum, “what do you wanna be when you’re older? – Because I can tell you right now, it won’t be a Cop. Damn sure won’t be with Monny. She requires a real man. You –Quinn, you’re boys. Monica is … well, she’s a peach. My peach. It’s my job to look after her. I am her beloved Uncle. I know what’s best for her. All you gotta do is stay away from her and I’ll drop this whole case. I can talk to James Reed. He’s a good friend of mine.” Myles was confused –James Reed? Who was James Reed? The lawyer? “James Reed is the guy you hit, dumb-ass. Your moms, uh, fuck-buddy.” Myles had to run his fingers through his hair and look down. Did this pig set the whole thing up? The whole thing, right down to James meeting his mother? The rough sex was supposed to look like rape and Kyle knew Myles would get involved after hearing the commotion down stairs. “I’ll tell you what, imma hit the can…you think about it? Let me know when I get back.” Plucking the gum from his mouth, Kyle placed it on the table and stood up, still grinning. “As he says in my favorite movie, ‘I’ll be back.’”

After 10-or-so minutes, the door opened back up. Myles anticipated Kyle, but in walked Monica; “Have you completely lost your fucking mind?!???” Myles was relieved despite Monica’s wayward ‘hello’. “I was set up! This whole thing –It’s Kyle. I thought my mom was being attacked. He had her by her neck, dishes fell and shattered to the floor. I didn’t know what was going on until I was already knee-deep in it. The guy is your dipshit uncle’s friend.” Myles didn’t like the fact that Monica took her life savings and gave it up for him. It made him feel guilty. But, he would pay her back somehow. “Kyle doesn’t want me or Quinn around you anymore. And he was very fucking creepy about it. He said if I stay away –he’ll get James to drop the charges. But, I can’t do that. I’m not doing it. I’m not grabbing my ankles for this man. There’s just no way.”

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Over time, Monica’s darkest truths have become more impossible to hide. While she’s dabbled in every drug and substance known to man, nothing was as addictive as this. Pure bliss in it’s rawest form; sex with Myles. He was her worst habit and yet her best at the same time. With Myles, Monica didn’t have to try. She could trust him well enough to completely lose herself whenever they were together. Which was more than she could say for anyone else she’s ever been with including Quinn, his best friend. Her ex boyfriend who was now fighting for his life in some cold hospital bed. Everything about what they were doing was wrong. But, for the life of her, Monica couldn’t let it go. He was the anesthesia to her lifelong pain and torment. His demons got along well with hers. And when she really needed that light to shine down and save her, he was there. As best as he could be anyway.

Closing her eyes, Monica gave in willingly. Truly. Madly. Deeply. Her body was engulfed in the flames their sexual intimacy ignited. His cock slipped between her tight ass cheeks, before it ultimately penetrated her. Contrary to what lies Monica laid out for the rest of the girls on the team, Myles was certainly the biggest she’s ever been with. Sure, size didn’t always matter. But, when he had skill too, his sex was borderline deadly. One taste of Myles and it was hard to quit him. A perfect example as to why he was her ultimate drug. The one thing she’d rather die than ever live without. In some ways, she developed an incurable co-dependency where he was concerned. But, for her sake, she tried her best to keep that to herself. Granted, Myles caught glimpses of the truth in rare moments. When the physical was overturned by emotion and when any real feelings they might have kept buried for each other, surfaced.

‘Sometimes I wish it could always be like this.’ At first, Monica was unsure as to whether she heard him correctly or not. He took the thought right out of her head and read it aloud. Monica would have responded, had she been A: given the chance and B: known what to say. Words couldn’t comprehend how she was feeling. Nor would they change the inevitable. When Monica pictured her future, all she could see was her own thick black carnage and Myles caught in the crossfire. She was death and destruction reincarnated, masked in beautiful olive skin and hazel-green eyes.  She was the devil. A fallen angel that lives and breathes chaos more than she ever could; harmony.

With a strangled moan, Monica crooned while throwing her head back against Myles’s shoulder. She voluntarily offered up her chest for his groping and gyrated against his pulsating shaft which throbbed as he came violently inside her. A dark smile straddled her lips as Myles took further initiative to spin her around so that they were facing one another. When it came to pleasure between the two of them, it didn’t matter how many rounds they engaged in. The point of stopping was only reached when both were satisfied and lately that took longer as their ravenous appetites expanded on a much more frequent basis. The finish line was pushed further and further away. “Fuck,” Monica muttered in a slew of repetitive, incoherent curses. Occasionally she’d throw in a ‘fuck you’ which in code meant; don’t stop.

At some point, Monica couldn’t bear to hold his gaze. Too afraid that he’d be able to see right through her like the water currently raining down on them. If anyone could spot the transparencies in her eyes, it was Myles. If he looked into her eyes, he’d see it. Just how hopelessly in love with him she actually was. How in love she begged herself not to be. It was hell to be in love with someone you knew in your heart you could never truly have. It was a curse. One she wouldn’t wish on her greatest enemy. Monica tried to fight it. But, Myles wouldn’t let her. And when he was asking, she didn’t have the strength to pull away. He was her greatest weakness. Thus, she met his gaze and looked him dead in the eye as she bounced on his cock, riding him like a champion jockey. And when she couldn’t take it anymore, she exploded, milking him in her hot juices as her orgasm rippled right through her like a vicious tidal wave. She came so hard, holding onto the shower wall the way she wished she could hold onto her sanity. Her sanity which was all but gone whenever she was caught in Myles’s presence.

Despite cumming first during round two, Monica continued to thrust and milk him until he followed suit, spilling the rest of his seed into her swollen core. Fourth time’s a charm, she supposed. “Mmm,” she hummed as she fell limp against him, turning her chin towards the ceiling just to catch her breath. Then when she was ready, she kissed him hard on the mouth, sucking on the water dripping from his lower lip until she was dizzy and couldn’t breath  and just needed to pull away. “Me too,” She muttered at last in regards to his dangerous thoughts about wishing it could always be this way. Monica didn’t say anything more as she took a step back and let the water wash away the suds clinging to her petite frame. She finished washing off before stepping out and leaving Myles alone with his thoughts. They weren’t the type to sit and linger too long. At least, she wasn’t. Monica had a nasty habit of running away from the things that truly terrified her. Not many things did. Except for Myles. While losing herself to him felt mindblowingly amazing, it was also severely damaging and dangerous. For so many reasons.

Inside his room, Monica helped herself to some of his clothes. She stole a pair of his boxers and rolled them up at the waist until they fit and then slid on a Nirvana t shirt (which Myles stole from a merch stand at one of their shows). Seeing as Myles was both wider (more built) and taller, the shirt was big and baggy and therefore covered the boxers but still stopped a few inches above the knee. While Monica waited for Myles to join her and get dressed (or not), she perused his bedroom, skimming through his collection of records. If anyone had the best taste in music, he did. Stumbling over Nirvana’s “Nevermind” album, which was already in his record player, Monica played the last song he listened to which was “Something in the way.”

Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I’ve trapped Have all become my pets And I’m living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It’s okay to eat fish ‘Cause they don’t have any feelings Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm

As the music spinned, Monica started swaying her hips back and forth as she looked out his window almost entranced by what she was listening to.

When Myles entered his bedroom he was with a plate of food for them to share; peanut butter and jelly. It was all his mother had in the fridge. A smile adorned scruffy features at the sight of Monica dancing in one of his shirts by the open window. He didn’t want her to stop and so he didn’t make a sound. He quietly snuck in and took a seat on a chair he had up against the wall. After the song ended and Monica turned around, Myles laughed clapping his hands. “You know, they’re going to play in Milan, February 25th.  We should go.” Finished with his half of the sandwich, Myles stood up and passed the other half to Monica.

As Nirvana continued to spin quietly in the background Myles beat Monica in a few fighter games that he usually played with Quinn, then switched to Mario. But, his favorite was the teenage mutant ninja turtle game; which, they were playing as Myles’s mother came stumbling through the front door (not because she was drunk but because she had a man all over her). When the sound of dishes breaking made its way upstairs, Myles jumped up from the floor and ran to the steps. His mother was pushed up against the sink and some guy was holding her throat and kissing her neck. Myles nearly jumped down the stairs before running over to the guy and pulling him back. He landed one punch and then his mother pulled him back, screaming for him to stop. She was clearly drunk. They both were (her and the strange man). 

“That’s Plissken! I met him at the bar—the grocery store…I meant.” Aside from Ninja Turtles, Myles’s favorite movie was Escape from New York. The protagonist was named Snake Plissken. “Really mom? That’s not his name! Stop inviting strange men over just because daddy left! I’m still here and I don’t wanna see it!” his mother fixed her dress and smiled scornfully, pointing a finger. “Then why don’t you just leave! Like, ‘daddy��� and like your sister! …you’re eventually going to anyway…so leave! Go!” she was practically pushing him out the door but Myles was stronger and stood his ground. That was until ‘Plissken’ got involved, “you heard your mother, be a good little boy and get out!” he put his hands on Myles and that’s when Myles swung again but the guy took the hit like a boxer and sent two back, knocking Myles on his ass before throwing him out the front door.

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Myles’s comment in regards to hating Kyle only further proved that it was better for everyone if she just kept her mouth shut about the bruises on her neck. And do what she did best; suffer in silence. “Yeah,” Monica responded dryly. Her tone was cold and almost heartless, as she finished her thought by adding, “Me too.” Monica hated a lot of people and Kyle was definitely a prime member of that list. “I guess that’s what he gets for going there in the first place.” The anger returned just in time for Monica to look like a bi-polar bitch. But, maybe this whole thing was some kind of karma for Daffy and for screwing her over. For Quinn’s sake, Monica hoped this would pose as a wake up call. But the chances of that weren’t very likely. Quinn could be stubborn and very stuck in his ways. Some might say he got that from his father.

With his hands around her cheeks, Monica melted into his touch. Momentarily forgetting that they weren’t alone and instead in a very public place. Where anyone could just walk by and catch them being relatively intimate. Then again, they could easily chalk it up to the raw emotions they were both expected to feel over seeing their close friend in a coma. Monica soon relaxed and slipped two hands between their bodies to rest them along Myles’s chest. Biting her lip, she mulled over the option of going with Myles or spending the night by Quinn’s side. If she was a good person, she’d stick by her boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend now. Unfortunately, Monica wasn’t a good person. At least not the kind that behaved respectfully. “Um, yeah,” She nodded, while rolling her lips together in thought.

She took Myles’s hand and led him back outside. She used the remaining few bills she stole from her Aunt to buy them cab fare. And when they got to Myles’s house, right next door to her own, they entered to find that the place was empty. Like it always was. Mrs. Fitz spend a majority of her time working two jobs just to keep a roof over their heads. And sometimes, when she needed to blow off steam, she’d come home with a new guy every other night. Ever since, Myles’s dad walked out on them, Mrs. Fitz hasn’t been the same. Monica couldn’t remember the last time Myles had ever even talked about his dad. Usually he preferred not to rehash the past. All Monica knew was that he hated him. And his sister too, who Monica has never had that many encounters with. Though, she knew that Quinn once had the hots for her. Granted, she didn’t know if he was being serious or simply trying to piss her off. “Where’s your mom tonight?” Monica wondered as she hopped onto the kitchen counter and started swinging her legs back and forth, lightly tapping the wooden cabinet doors with her feet. It was the first time she really had a chance to observe the ugly Christmas sweater he had on which he stole from the lost and found. “You look ridiculous, by the way,” She chuckled, as she started to unbutton the sweater and run her hands down his chest, (no claws this time). “And you could totally use a shower, just saying…” Hopping down, Monica crossed her arms over her midsection and removed the shirt she had on, taking off her clothes one by one and leaving a trail of them upstairs where the bathroom was. If Myles was smart, he’d join her without having to be asked as she entered the shower and turned on the hot spray, letting it warm her skin and erase the smell of beer and sweat and neon paint which still slightly lingered.

“The Diner... or the Motel, I can’t remember which one,” Myles answered honestly as he closed the door and followed Monica into the kitchen. She knew the place just as well as he did, maybe even a little better because of her curious nature. As the blonde hopped up onto the counter, Myles moved in between her legs and placed a hand on either knee. Her fishnet stockings were torn and her mascara was smeared around her eyes like a raccoon. She was a total mess, but so was he; with ripped jeans and cuts and bruises all over his arms and legs from skateboarding and sliding under fences. Monica seemed more concerned with his appearance over her own as her eyes looked over his Santa sweater with one of her signature smirks. Much like her signature black nails, which she used to unbutton his shirt before rubbing his chest, still clawed and bruised. But those markings he was used to, it was the giant neon demon bunny that stood out. “Yeah, maybe I do,” he said in regard to needing a shower. His fingers pulled down the neck of her shirt to reveal the neon heart over her boob with a few hickeys of her own. Monica seemed to want down as she lightly pushed him back and dropped her feet; though Myles’s didn’t completely budge, so when she descended from the counter their bodies grazed with static friction. The bottom of her shirt pulled up, revealing some midriff, something she didn’t seem to mind as she lifted it the rest of the way off. She didn’t stop there, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. Blue eyes followed her hips until she made a turn down the hall which led to the stairs. “Ugh,” Myles groaned, biting his knuckle; contemplating if he should follow. Actually, what was there to think about? Removing the unbuttoned sweater, Myles left it on the counter and followed the trail of clothes like breadcrumbs.

Upstairs, he could hear the shower running. He would be lying to himself if he told himself that this wasn’t wrong. Quinn was barely breathing, laying in a hospital bed and fighting for his life while Myles was opening the door to Monica, Quinn’s girlfriend, naked and testing the temperature of the water on her hand. She had stepped in by the time he shimmied out of his boots and jeans and drew close with a semi-boner. “Nice butt,” he smirked, breaking the tension. His pink tongue gave a luster to his lips when stepping behind her to better inspect said butt. 

His hands caressed her hips, reeling her in against his cock which now stood fully erect. Myles knew he was big down there. The first time they had sex, Monica could hardly take his full length without whimpering. They tried three times before he finally got himself all the way in with the help of lube which he found in his mother’s room. Monica seemed to be able to take him better now, which both annoyed and satisfied Myles. Annoyed, because he knew she was getting dick elsewhere. Satisfied, because she fucked him good and hard every single time. That was the way he liked it, rough and unchaste. But then there were times when they would slow down and stare into each other’s eyes and see a world different from the one they lived in. They’d see a place where they could be in love –or maybe that was just him? No. He knew she could see it too.

This was one of those times. Standing behind her, much taller. Myles rubbed his soapy hands up and down her stomach and chest while she gyrated her ‘nice butt’ against the underside of his cock which stood thickly between her cheeks. They both wanted it but they were reveling in the buildup. The ascend to a mind blowing climax. Sudsy hands cupped sudsy boobs, massaging her hard tits. “Sometimes I wish…it could always be like this,” it was a nasty thing to think let alone say out loud. Quinn out of the picture and they were …together, free. Not giving Monica enough time to respond or to even think about it, he pushed his bare cock into her tight, sultry pussy. The rush of euphoria was instant; tingling all over the place. Tonight, he wouldn’t pull out. Tonight, he was going to cum in her because he wanted to. Tonight she was his.

The penetration was as slow and teasing as the foreplay itself. Myles moved in a gentle sway, throwing his hips against her ass to the sound of water. He locked into the sound, like he does with his music, creating a rhythm both sexy and pure. They weren’t in a motel room or on a train or fucking in the backseat of a car they just broke into. This was love and lust, romantic yet raunchy. 

“Monica, fuck.” His cock was hard as iron but at the same time soft as silk. He came hard, pumping multiple loads in her. He wasn’t done, not even close to being done. After pulling out, he stepped in front of her and caught her lips in a kiss. The kiss was a promise? Something very emotional went into that kiss before lifting her left leg over his hip and pushing back inside her for round two. Like before, he moved in and out slowly, creating an erotic buildup between them and watching the color in her eyes as she took his length in and out. “Mmm, Monica. Look at me. Keep looking at me.” He fingers went beneath her chin to keep her head up as he drilled into her, over and over, working his muscular abs.  

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Monica didn’t know what to expect when Myles eventually retraced her first question. He answered the same way she suspected he would. Of course, he enjoyed the sex. Monica never doubted that. Sex was the only thing she was truly great at. At least when it came to relationships. She could easily carry out a successful adult relationship. Lord knows she’s had plenty of practice. Just as he did. But, Myles knew better than anyone how much her skills and appetite had improved. Given, he was the one to pop her cherry. Monica never regretted their history. How they met, how their friendship and relationship evolved. The only thing that was missing was a declaration of the love they had for one another. Even though, they never said it out loud it was still felt. Where words have failed them, their bodies more than made up for it. Every damn time.

“Oh yeah?” Monica’s breath grew heavy. Like a bull threatening to charge. She raked her sharp nails down Myles’s chest, leaving bright red scratches along his chiseled chest. Myles was breathtaking. It was no wonder her squad drooled over him when he wasn’t looking. Monica pretended like she didn’t care. Told some of them lies to keep them away. It worked for the most part. But then there were girls like Becky who wouldn’t simmer down, even if Monica torched them until they did. “You honestly expect me to believe you went there and didn’t touch a single one of them? Or they didn’t offer to at least give you a handy?” The expression on Monica’s face could only lead Myles to believe she doubted him. But, to prove her point, Monica reached between her legs and under herself to graze Myles’s swollen cock with her fingers. Monica’s touch wasn’t gentle, it was rough and tense. She hated when Myles told her Quinn was fucking around with other girls. At the same time, not knowing and playing the fool was way worse. Thus, these were the moments where Monica questioned herself and what Quinn ever had to offer her. Myles planted doubt in her mind and she couldn’t let it go. She only ever did when Quinn came back around begging for her to give him another chance. Just one more, he always says. But it’s not just one. It’s several. Time and time again until ultimately, Monica loses count.

Shrugging, Monica bit and then, traced her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. As if to say, ‘I don’t care what he does anymore. It’s not my problem.’ Though, they both knew that wouldn’t be entirely true. Quinn was wrong and yet, she was the one who felt guilty for breaking up with him. It was an extremely unhealthy cycle that she just couldn’t seem to tear herself away from. She wasn’t strong enough. And on some level, she thought this was what she deserved. How fucked up was that?

Closing her eyes, Monica relaxed long enough to let Myles graze her ear with his lips. It felt good. Any time he showed her an ounce of affection, she reveled in it. But then, his mouth slowed and she could tell something was wrong. She couldn’t see for herself what he was looking at. If anything at all. His question was grave. It took on a rather serious note. And if Monica didn’t know any better, she’d think he sounded a little bit angry. “What?” She hissed. He confirmed her confusion with a more detailed interrogation. Fucking prick, Monica thought to herself. Not about Myles. About Kyle, her Uncle. She twisted her head like she was working out the kinks in her neck but really she was just trying to shake off the haunting memories. His swearing, snapped her out of it and she looked down at him. The color drained from her face and she froze. Long enough for Myles to take notice and change his tune, returning to a more concerned expression. “It’s nothing,” She lied, shaking him off with a gentle jerk of her head.

Behind them, someone started banging on the door and shouting; “Open up! Yo, whoever’s in there better not be having sex in my bed!” Monica smiled as she whipped her head back around to Myles and leaned forward to kiss his lips, “Time for us to go.” Upon swinging both legs off the bed, Monica started getting dressed. She was nearly done and in the process of clipping her bra back on when she saw that Myles wasn’t moving. She could tell just by looking at him that he was still bothered by the discovery he made. “Look, it’s not a big deal, okay? I’m fine. And besides, you wouldn’t understand.“ What she meant by that was… he wouldn’t want anything to do with her once he knew the truth. And even if he did know the truth, there was nothing he could do about it. It was her word against his (as in her Uncle’s) and no one was going to take her side. So what was the point? What difference would it even make? “Okay. Fine.” Frustrated with how reluctant he was, Monica walked toward the door and ripped it open. A tall, lanky kid with curly brown hair peered in the room to find Myles getting dressed next to his bed. “Dude, what the fuck!” Monica tried not to laugh as she stepped aside and let him in. She wasn’t worried Myles was going to get his ass kicked because Myles could take him. It was just funny they did exactly what he prayed they wouldn’t do. And that was, mark his bed. With a girlish chuckle, Monica left the room and beat Myles downstairs. She got through the crowd and stumbled into the kitchen where she was handed a drink by someone with the frat house’s letters printed across the front of his muscle t-shirt. “Thanks,” Monica beamed as she took the drink and downed it, just in time for Myles to appear and for her phone to buzz.

As soon as she read the text, she dropped her red solo cup and winced as the beer splashed her boots and fishnet laced shins. Her entire body froze and tears welled up in her eyes as the words on the screen became blurry and harder to read. “He’s been shot,” Monica told Myles as her hands shook and she tried handing the phone off to him because she couldn’t bring herself to say his name.

BACK AT LAKEWOOD GENERAL ….

Paramedics rushed to get Quinn into surgery as his vitals dropped and his blood count continued to decrease. Quinn was unconscious and couldn’t remember what happened. His nonchalance and arrogance, along with his inability to answer Rex’s questions left him with a bullet in his chest. It luckily grazed his heart and didn’t kill him but he was in critical condition when police found him laying face down on the side of the road.

The Mayor was furious when he was alerted of the incident and raced to the hospital with his wife as soon as they got the call. Now more than ever, Mayor Maddox was determined to pay back the cockroaches that threatened to take his legacy away. 

Hours passed and Quinn made it through surgery and was asleep when doctors and nurses set him up in a private room. Miguel and Kevin stopped by to see him while Monica and Myles showed up later. It took them hours by train just to arrive and Monica didn’t bother trying to hide the fact that they walked in together. On the way, Monica found another shirt in her bag to put on and wiped off the neon facepaint while Myles simply covered his.

They were shown to Quinn’s room where Monica broke down as soon as she saw his lifeless body laying in his hospital bed. While she realized there was some unresolved issues and tension between her and Myles, she brushed all that aside to tend to Quinn who was still knocked out. 

“I’m sorry but visiting hours are over,” A nurse told them as she encouraged Monica to let go and give Quinn a chance to rest. It took some convincing for her to do so but she finally did and left the room with Myles. Though Monica slipped out while Myles was stopped by Quinn’s mother, “Oh Myles,” she sobbed, “I’m so glad you could make it. Quinn would be so glad you came. You have to come by the house and see us, okay? There’s something I wish to show you.” Monica let the two of them talk while she made her way back to the waiting room and sat down.

“I heard about your boyfriend,” Kyle spoke as he came over to sit beside Monica with her knees pulled up to her chest. She wiped her tears away with her hand and avoided making eye contact as she shifted in her seat and released her legs. This gave him an opportunity to touch her leg, too close to the center of her thighs, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Before Monica could answer, she noticed Myles coming towards her and shook Kyle’s hand off as she stood up. He took the hint and got up himself, shooting Myles a nasty glare before adjusting his belt and walking down the hall. “What happened? Did she tell you anything?” Monica wasn’t sure how much Myles saw and tried not to act suspicious. But without realizing it, she started rubbing at the bruises on the back of her neck. The ones Myles pointed out to her after they were done having sex. Kyle was like a rash. And Monica couldn’t seem to get rid of him.

Both of them seemed to be interrogating each other; showing their underlying feelings of jealousy and heartache. ‘Who was it?’ Myles asked about the marks on her neck. ‘You didn’t fuck any of them?’ Monica inquired about the Red Room. They both needed love from the other but didn’t know how to ask for it. So instead they fought over things that only implicated those needs. When Monica scratched his chest, Myles bit into his lower lip and groaned. She knew how to make people bleed for her, physically and emotionally. Her hand around his cock was rough and punishing, “God damn, Monica.” Myles was somewhat of a masochist. He enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure. Only this time he wasn’t so sure she wanted to inflict any pleasure with the pain. “Stop distracting…” his hand went around her throat, applying minimal pressure. His other hand brushed through her blonde hair until he got a grip and then he tugged hard. “Tell me and I’ll tell you. Playground rules, baby. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine…” a playfully naughty smile danced around his scruff.

When the door began reverberating under someone’s foot and fist, Myles sat up more and moved Monica to the side by her waist so that he could see. The boy’s words were as loud and as obnoxious as the kicking and pounding. “We are fucking! Leave!” Myles yelled seriously, but then laughed privately with Monica. But the laughter faded when they both realized that their questions were still lingering; and not wanting to deal with it, Monica slid down Myles’s naked body to open the door. “Ugh,” he groaned with bereavement. He already missed her warmth…and her threats; both physical and verbal. To him it was their foreplay. Get each other riled up before fucking again. But now Monica left the room and a guy was standing in her place, facing Myles as he was getting dressed with a hand over his eyes.

With his jeans back on, Myles had no idea where that college shirt went that he was wearing earlier. So instead, he had to wear the bunny on his chest for the rest of the night. “What the fuck is this?!” the boy ran up and grabbed the picture frame with a sweaty slong over it. “Is this your cock?!” the boy removed the photo and stared angrily at Myles. “Yeah. Guilty. That’s my cock you’re holding in your hand.” Myles nodded, trying to keep from laughing. The boy caught on and dropped the photo as if the act of holding the photograph somehow made him gay. “Hey bro, college is all about experimenting. You held your first cock today...” Myles placed a hand over his shoulder and patted his back, “…I’m proud of you.” The boy would have swung on Myles if he wasn’t twice his size, so instead he just yelled for him to get out and Myles obliged by leaving, but not without laughing.

Down stairs, the party only seemed to turn up. Drinks were being passed around to every cute girl in the vicinity and unfortunately Monica didn’t think of the consequences when she took a spiked drink from one of the football players. “Monica, hell!” Myles took the drink and finished it off in front of the frat guy. “Now if I feel fucked, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you!” it was supposed to be an effective scare tactic. Like, eating glass or putting cigarettes out on your tongue. Like, ‘look how tough I am, I can handle this,’ but Myles literally just fucked himself as he suddenly felt heavier. He could barely concentrate by the time Monica passed him her phone to read a text message. The letters were jumping all around and lights were shooting off in his eyes. Words like, ‘shot’ and ‘critical condition’ found their way in front of him. 

“Who?” then a name: Quinn. Myles felt guilty but that sorrow was soon numbed by the hard knuckles that landed against his chin. The rest of the night was hazy; the lights of a train, Monica supporting his body weight, being cleaned up as they rode the tracks together. Everything was very in-and-out and distorted until they arrived at Lakewood General.

Myles was wearing an ugly black sweater from lost and found; on it was a picture of Santa Claus riding a unicorn through a sky of stars. Myles was sure it was for girls, but he was too stoned to complain as he finished off his third bottle of water in the ICU. The water helped flush out his system and clear some of the fog, which he was not grateful for, because now he was stuck watching Monica cry over Quinn’s body. It kind of put things into perspective. She loved Quinn and Quinn getting shot was his fault. He shouldn’t have abandoned him in New Lake to run around with his girlfriend. He could die… and Myles would blame himself, like he was right now. 

Fortunately, visiting hours were over and Myles could go. He needed to get high again and forget all about this night. However, before he could bury his feelings in a bottle of booze and some weed, Mrs. Maddox stopped him in the hallway. She noticed the sweater and smiled at how it stopped just before his tan hips. She was thankful for the smile and even hugged Myles because his shenanigans always made her laugh. He had always been the comedic relief in the otherwise stern Maddox household. “What happened?” Myles asked after they disengaged. “Quinn was found in New Lake. He’d been shot. They carved a message on his back, ‘New Lake belongs to the Devils’. What was he doing in New Lake, Myles? And why weren’t you with him? He needs you… you’ve always protected him from the darkness…” she was sobbing, looked a mess, and Myles couldn’t help but to hold back a smile at the ugly sight. However, he managed to sober up before she could see the way his lips fought at the corners. “I’ll take care of this… okay, ma?” Myles left a kiss on her cheek and gave her a final hug before going off to find Monica.

The first thing he noticed after turning the corner to the waiting room was Monica’s blonde hair, he could spot it from anywhere; then, Kyle’s bomber jacket. As he got closer, he noticed Monica jump before standing up, followed by Kyle, who soon-after walked off. “Hate that guy,” Myles groaned. As much as Kyle hated Myles, Myles hated Kyle more. As Monica turned to Myles, he put his arms around her. For whatever reason, comforting her always seemed easier than comforting anyone else. It was natural, it felt right, not faked. “He’ll be okay. Quinn is a tough bastard. Trust me, heaven and hell won’t let that smug mother fucker in either way. We’re stuck with him.” Kissing her head, he pulled back and licked his lips. “Ma said the Devils got to him. They’re the biggest gang in New Lake. Quinn always wanted to join their crew… I’m guessing he took it too far this time. They carved a message into his back. It’ll be a pretty neat tattoo when it heals.” At least that’s how Quinn will look at it. Either that, or Myles will be forced into going to the tattoo parlor with him to get it inked over. “It said something like, ‘New Lake belongs to the Devils.’ Momma Maddox will burn that place down herself… But, I said I would handle it.”

His hands cupped her cheeks, lightly brushing her hair behind her ears before gently caressing her earlobes. “Wanna come over? Order a pizza and play some Nintendo? We’ll come back in the morning.”

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PINEVILLE UNIVERSITY Monica devoured Myles in every which way she could. He worked her body to another fever pitch. The same way he did only hours prior. Her torso; (like her tits and her stomach) were covered in sweat. Both his and hers. She was so drunk on the ecstasy he gave her and his sex that her brain was spinning. Even after she rolled off of him and fell limp beside his frame on the twin sized bed. Normally, this would be the moment where one of them rushed out. They fucked now it was time to move on. But, when they went away together, where no one knew them… they didn’t have to hide. Yet, in some weird way, they still did. At least emotionally. So as accustomed, Monica leaned over and reached around for her denim shorts. She pulled out a box of Marlboro lights and lit one up as she lied naked with Myles in the bed. She was quiet, for the most part, as she blew a few rings of smoke before passing the cigarette off to her lover. “Did you enjoy it?” By default, it was only natural for Myles to assume she meant the sex. As in the sex they just shared. But on the contrary, Monica was referring to the brothel he and Quinn went to after they left the party. The stench of whores and cheap latex were Quinn’s signature. They both knew that. They both thought it. Myles carrying that same scent set her on edge. Despite, Monica having no solid grounds to be jealous. She wasn’t with Myles. And the sad part was, she never would be. Yet, that didn’t stop her from hoping. Wondering if one day he might surprise her and make a bold move. And when he didn’t, she got angry. And she washed away the taste or smell or memory of him in alcohol, drugs, or even other boys. “Nevermind,” She coughed as she sat up with her back facing him. She grabbed her panties off the floor and walked around the room in just her underwear, going through whose ever room they were in’s, things. She found an old polaroid camera and turned around to snap a quick pic of Myles laying naked on the bed. “Not bad, not bad,” She commented, after shaking the photo out and inspecting it. “But, I think we can do better.” Sauntering toward him, Monica held the camera between both hands as she straddled Myles again and snapped another close up of his face. This time she looked at the photo again and smiled before tucking it face down between the lining of her panties, like she was pocketing it for safekeeping. “One more,” she declared as she raised herself on her knees and aimed the flash toward his groin, getting a nice pornographic shot of his penis. She laughed as she took the last printed image and placed it over a picture frame with some guy and his girlfriend. “I think whose ever bed this is will enjoy that, don’t you?” NEW LAKE The sound of Rex’s voice was enough to demand attention and rattle fear in the hearts of earth’s strongest men. He was the true leader here. The heir to the original founder of the New Devils. He was the boss. The crème de le crème. The one motherfucker you’d be a fool to cross. Quinn had heard about him. Everyone did in New Lake. But most people, wondered if he was just a myth because no one ever saw him face to face and then lived to tell the story. In some ways, one could guess that made Quinn lucky. That is, if he left this rat infested mansion in one piece. “Let him go,” Rex ordered, as he descended down the winding staircase made of cold-cut iron. Ace, Monte and Tito let up. Though, Tito needed an extra push from Ace to cool it. Quinn had his arms crossed, covering his face as he rolled onto his side and struggled to get back on his feet. He didn’t need a medical examiner to point out the fact that his ribcage was bruised and nearly broken, and the blood covering his shirt, neck and pants were his own. With maybe of touch of Tito’s. He was still foaming at the mouth and Quinn could see him spit blood on the hardwood floor from the corner of his eye as she wiped his broken nose. Just knowing he got a good swing at one of the New Devils brought a dark grin to Quinn’s lips. “You’re something special, you know that?” Rex told Quinn as he slapped a hand on the golden boy’s shoulder. Quinn shrugged it off and mumbled a ‘get the fuck off of me’ under his breath. Which in turn, only made Rex laugh himself. “You take a pretty gnarly beating and you’re still blazing with fire!” If Rex’s henchmen didn’t know any better, they’d all say that he looked impressed. Except Tito, whose head was spinning trying to figure out what the word 'gnarly’ meant. “I can take it from here, boys. Go wait for further instructions in the car. And take something to wipe this one’s face,” Rex gestured to Tito with a disgusted expression, “Make sure he doesn’t get any blood on my leather!” Gesturing for Quinn to follow, Rex led him into the den and encouraged him to have a seat where he’d be questioned about his father’s endeavors to wipe New Lake off the face of the map. Seeing as how, New Lake was Rex’s home, he couldn’t have that. And thus, he was taking matters into his own murderous hands. “You look like you could use one,” Rex told Quinn, when he caught him eying his cigar. The first time Quinn ever smoked one was with Myles. They stole a box of expensively-imported cigars off of Quinn’s dad and smoked the entire thing in the span of 24 hours. After cutting it and lighting one up, Rex handed the cigar off to Quinn and Quinn took a drag, groaning inwardly as how unevenly his lungs contracted due to the beating he just endured. “You gonna tell me now what the fuck I’m doing here or are you waiting for me to get down on my knees and suck your dick as I plead for my life? Because I gotta tell you man, that’s not happenin.”

Watching the ceiling (the fan spinning, him panting); Myles didn’t say a word as Monica lay catching her breath beside him. He felt so relaxed –so at peace with the shitty world but he knew if he opened up it would only cause trouble. Because the things he wanted, he could never have. Monica belonged to his best friend and if Quinn ever found out she was fooling around behind his back, they’d both be dead. When one of them finally moved (monica) to grab a cigarette from her shorts, Myles used his hands to lift his body up against the headboard. The thin white sheet hardly covered his hips as he accepted the smoke with a half-smile.

Like her, Myles blew grey circles into the air. There wasn’t much to say when blissed out of your mind; other than things that could complicate what they had. Things like, ‘you’re beautiful,’ and ‘I love you, always have.’ So instead they just laid in silence until Monica asked, did you enjoy it? Of course he did, if she meant the sex or anything else related to them; he enjoyed her. When she quickly caught herself and issued a ‘nevermind’, Myles rolled over onto his hip. The sheet fell from his waist, exposing his tan abs and fucked cock. He watched her as she fished around the room in her panties before finding a camera and taking a first candid shot of him before straddling him and taking two more; one of his scruffy cheeks and blue eyes and another of his dick. Which was humorously placed in the frame of a photo for whosevers bed this was. Myles laughed and grabbed her by the waist, any tension was replaced with the euphoric high of Monica’s company and wry sense of humor. “Yeah, I think they might… you seem to love it,” he smiled, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her tanlines.

“You asked if I enjoyed it… The sex?” his tongue brushed between his lips. “Of course I did…” he sat up, adjusting her in his lap as she remained straddled over his bare hips. His fingers brushed through her blonde hair which was touched by sunlight. The same sunlight that left honey-green flecks in his blue eyes. He could tell by her expression that she meant something else. He knew how she felt about Quinn and the brothels and recalled her bringing that up at the train station. “--New Lake? That was Quinn’s brilliant idea. He was pissed off that you dumped him. I didn’t fuck any hookers… can’t say the same for him though.” There he was again, throwing his brother under the bus. Anything to make him look better. But was he really any better? With a sigh, his arms closed around her tiny waist.

His lips brushed her ear, leaving light kisses under her hair. Then he noticed something, something he didn’t see during Quinn’s birthday party. Bruises under her hair, on her neck. Fingerprints. Someone was holding her rather tightly by the back of her neck only hours before they met up at the station. But who? Quinn spent the rest of his night with Myles at the Red Room (whore house). “Who were you with, Mon? There’s bruises on your neck, marks I didn’t make…” he pulled his head back. His hands were no longer holding her close, but keeping her at a distance. “I get we’re not together, but Jesus Christ, Monica!” he couldn’t deal with her fucking Quinn and he was her boyfriend; to find out she may be fucking a third bugged him for whatever reason. Then like a light switch, the darkness was chased away by light and he was cupping her face somewhat protectively, “did someone hurt you? … What is it, Monica? You can tell me.”  

[thejockass]

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Under the radiant glow of the lights, Monica admired Myles’s beauty. He’d always been a priceless work of art in her eyes. Ever since the first time she saw him, she knew. No matter where they went, who they were or who they pretended to be, he’d always be home to her. He was her breath of fresh air. The calming after her violent storm. And the light that chased away all of her darkest days. Monica often wandered the same thing he did; Why they weren’t together instead of her and Quinn. She’d never been given an answer to that question. And some might say, she’d always ponder it. Myles had never made a move. At least not one that assured her he wanted more. More than this. More than partying and running away and fucking behind Quinn’s back. Sure, they were friends. Sometimes the best of friends. But, they rarely ever talked about their feelings. Monica buried hers. A part of her thought that in doing so, she’d be safe. From him, from any possible heartbreak, and from another endless cycle of disappointment.

Over the years, Monica had grown comfortable with her silent suffering. It was all she knew. Without it, she wasn’t sure she’d still feel alive. The pain others caused her was a reminder that she was human, and that she was alive. And sometimes when everything else felt robotic, it was nice to have that reminder. However sick and cruel it sounded, it was absolutely true. Myles didn’t know the half of it. But, he knew more than Quinn. And that was enough to satisfy him. To prove that he was special in comparison to everyone else, because he was. If it weren’t for Myles, Monica would have died a long time ago. If she had one salvation in this life, it was him. The boy next door, and the secret love of her life.  Monica wasn’t in love with Quinn. Not even close. But, despite all of the fuck ups and fuck overs, he still wanted her. And that was more than Monica could ever say for Myles. If he wanted her, she didn’t have a clue. 

BACK IN NEW LAKE ….

“Excellent work, Bambi,” Quinn praised with a haughty smile and a cigarette between his teeth. He gave his slutty Bambi a firm pat on the ass as she wiped his cum off her mouth with the back of her hand. She let him fuck her in the ass before she blew him and he left her a wad of cash on the bed. Quinn could barely see straight as he left one of the V.I.P. rooms in search of his friend. “Aye, any of you whores seen my brother?” The prostitutes Quinn lazily pointed at as he stumbled down the long hallway all scoffed and gave him dirty looks. But, they knew better than to talk back to high paying clients. “Okay then….” Quinn whistled sarcastically as he lit his cigarette and headed back to his truck.

Seeing as he was drunk, Quinn could barely make out the street signs to know which way to go. He got around the block before he stumbled into a trap. “There he is!” One gang member declared as he clicked his teeth and gave Quinn a once over. “Man of the hour. Aintchu a long way from home, rich boy?” Quinn chuckled as he looked the gang member in the eye and flicked his cigarette at the street rat’s feet. “Yo, what the fuck! I’m gonna fuck you up golden boy!” Another guy stopped him before he could take a swing at Quinn. Meanwhile, Quinn just laughed. “You?” He gestured to the loud mouth and chuckled in further disbelief. “Please. I’d love to see you try.” The loud mouth pushed against the hands restraining him but still wasn’t in close enough range to throw a decent punch. “C’mon Monte, you heard the boss. He wants pretty boy here, in one piece.” The guy talking, who appeared to be the leader of the gang, stepped up to Quinn, “Rex said he saw you in town. He wants a word. Says he has a message for the Mayor.” Quinn rolled his tongue over his teeth and nodded, “Oh yeah? Why doesn’t your dinosaur take it up with the mayor himself then? I’m not a messenger.” A couple of the guys watching, all laughed. “Who said anything about you being the messenger? Nah, you see… you’re the message.” In one clean cut, Quinn was knocked out cold and then tossed into the trunk of a car before being hauled off.

AT PINEVILLE UNIVERSITY ….

Monica was practically levitating in the crowd as she danced with Myles, rolling her hips against his pelvis like it was the only thing she was truly great at. She even managed to snake an arm around his neck and breathe against his lips as they both got lost in the music. Monica had no control over herself or her body and ended up pulling away from Myles before taking his hand and leading him upstairs to an empty room with 4 other beds in it. She closed the door behind him and locked them both in before she started unbuttoning his pants and luring him toward one of the cleaner beds. She sat on the edge and traced his happy trail with her tongue as she freed him of his jeans and boxer briefs.

Myles didn’t know, but he wasn’t her first blowjob of the night. Yet, he was the only one she really cared to please in that way. She tried not to think about her Uncle or Quinn or anyone else who used her on a frequent basis. Her nose nuzzled his shaft which was already rock hard in her hand before, she took the head of him into her mouth. To keep him steady and upright, Monica clawed the flesh of his thighs with her black fingernails. She sucked feverishly on his warm cock, drowning out the other sounds around them. Including her thoughts which screamed for her to stop what she was doing. Everything about it was so fucked up. Even in her heart, Monica knew it was wrong. Loving Myles was wrong. Allowing herself to continue hooking up with him was wrong. At the same time though, another part of her argued against it. How could something so wrong, feel so incredibly right?

As soon as Myles was wet enough, coated in a ring of hot saliva that her mouth left behind, Monica stood up and aggressively pushed him down onto the bed. She hurried to slip off her fishnet stockings and denim shorts before she climbed onto his lap and held his cock between her fist, aligning it with her moist center. With his help, Monica lowered herself and engulfed him in her heat while she held onto the bed frame behind his head and began riding him. Thanks to Myles and the drugs, Monica chased that euphoric dreamlike state he often brought her to whenever they were intimate. She appreciated that Myles didn’t talk, so he couldn’t disrupt the fantasy. The one of him and her, happily together. It’s what she wanted. But, what she knew she could never have.

PINEVILLE UNIVERSITY 

Their dance had become more sultry, nearly fucking on the dance floor before Monica had the brilliant idea to pull Myles up the stairs into a random room with four beds; an obvious spot for the pledges. Monica was on fire, there was no time for foreplay but she still managed to drag her tongue up his abs before pulling his heavy cock out and placing him in her mouth. "Oh fuck! Mon…” baited breaths; his painted chest rose and fell in waves as she sucked enthusiastically on his thick length. Fingers raked through his hair as he felt himself about to cum before she pulled her head up, leaving a red suction mark around his cock. Groans, “god, babe…” Myles’ was flushed in body heat as Monica pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his waist. Once she grabbed onto him, he let out a strangled moan and grabbed onto her breasts over her bra. As she slowly sank down on his length, he squeezed her boobs and thrusted his hips upward, connecting with her needy momentum. “Jesus,” his moans were broken and deep; pounding away at her pussy with her on top. The drugs only heightened the immense pleasure coursing through him like a thousand mini orgasms all over his body.

His hands traveled up her arched back, unsnapping her bra to free her bouncing tits, then cupped and fondled them before pulling her closer to suck around her pink nipples. The thrusting was rough and loud as skin beat skin, leaving hand prints on her ass and hickeys on her breasts. When he felt himself ready to explode, he switched positions. With him on top between her thighs, he thrusted deep, collecting her moans on his lips. He felt so good, she felt so good; he wanted to say the words ‘I love you’ but instead moaned, “...I’m gonna cum”, and he did; hard. He continued to thrust between parted legs, not willing to stop until she too soaked his cock and the sheets beneath them.

NEW LAKE

A red Cadillac Brougham lowrider rode 3 gang-bangers plus Quinn, who was in the back, sandwiched between two of the three; Monte and Tito. Ace was driving, the guy who knocked Quinn out and had tattoos that covered his arms, torso, neck and even some of his face. Tupac was blasting through the speakers to drown out any questions Quinn may have had after he woke up. “We were gonna leave you in the trunk but Rex said something about hospitality? …what’s that even mean, b? ‘cause i don’t like when mother fuckers be usin’ big ass words that I don’t understand…” Tito could be described as the dumb one. However, his childlike mind only made him more savage. When he had a temper tantrum, it was like being stuck in a cage with a wild animal. He had the highest body count out of all the New Devils with a total of 36 kills and 13 hospitalized. Sad part is, he’s only 26-years old. Those numbers would surely rise if he gets the privilege of continued life; which was never a promised thing in New Lake. “What’s this all about?” asked Quinn, bumping down the uneven street. Monte pulled a knife and pressed it against his ivory skin, letting the point dig into soft flesh, releasing a trickle of red. Quinn winced and thought of Daffy. My, how karma worked it’s magic…and fast. Not that he gave a fuck; he didn’t regret anything. “Stop talking or I’ll cut out your voice box…I always wanted to see one. When I was 10 I wanted to be a doctor. I didn’t quite make it, but hell, I still love cuttin’ mother fuckers up.” Quinn’s eyes rolled to the corners, “isn’t that somethin’ you should be tellin’ your therapist? I don’t give a fuck, man.” Angered, Monte jabbed an elbow into Quinn’s jaw knocking him back out. “Yo! What the fuck, Monte.” Ace yelled and it was the last thing Quinn heard as his head got heavy and his vision blurred.

When Quinn woke back up, he was being dragged on the tips of his sneakers down a walkway. When his eyes were able to adjust to consciousness, he saw the mansion before him. It looked like something out of Lakewood but without the upkeep. It was dirty and things were broken. “Is this my initiation? ...Myles in there? You know, we were gonna join your gang, that was before I found out it was ran by a bunch of ponies.” Tito grabbed Quinn by the throat, “in-nit-ation?” he growled with bewilderment, “I said don’t use big ass words.” Boldly, Quinn thrusted his head forward and head-butted the guy in the nose, breaking the bone and releasing a faucet of blood. Quinn couldn’t help but to laugh before they threw him down and began stomping on and kicking him until Rex showed up in the doorway, in an open robe puffing on a cigar with two naked girls behind him. “Enough!”

[thejockass]

@thejockass

Why are you keeping me at a distance? All that I’m asking for is forgiveness Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again? I keep on staring up at the ceiling Waiting for you to give me some kind of reason Are you even listening? Am I talking to myself again? And I know you don’t owe me your love And I know that you don’t owe me nothing at all Ain’t no way I’m giving up on you Don’t leave me here in the dark when it’s hard to see Show me your heart, shed a light on me If you love me, say so, if you love me, say so You know I can’t live without you, I’m on my knees Where are you now? Shed a light on me If you love me, say so, if you love me, say so

[thejockass]

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Monica gushed like a wanton, little school girl when Myles showered her with subtle touches and kisses. That was the big difference between Myles and Quinn. Myles was a beautiful contrast between light and dark. While Quinn was majorly all dark. He didn’t treat her with care in moments where she really needed it most. But Myles… Myles always did. He could be stone cold aggressive, or hot and cold to the touch. However, he’d never do anything to intentionally hurt her. That’s what set him apart from everyone else Monica has ever been with. Deep down, he cared. He got jealous because he cared. Same as she did. “Mmm, unfff,” Monica moaned. Her pearly white teeth trapped her bottom lip between them while her tongue rolled gently along the roof of her mouth. She gyrated against Myles’s fingers rubbing at her warm clit. Being a DJ, Myles was skilled and rated excellent with the use of his hands. It didn’t take just music for him to get her (or any woman’s) blood pumping. The watchful, and scornful eye of the nun sitting across from them did little to extinguish the fire building between their bodies. Monica could barely keep her eyes open as she felt Myles insert two of his digits into her warm, aching center. She rode out her orgasm with her own fingers curled around the edge of the seat below their bottoms and let a muted scream ripple through her chest in the process. As the nun stood up to excuse herself from the dirty display, Monica opened her eyes just in time to see Myles suck the taste of her from his fingertips. A sight that not only satisfied her but, made her smile as she stood up and adjusted her denim jeans. She felt Myles tug her hand as he lured her off the train to their destination. Every stop was a mystery. And if there was anything Monica loved most, it was mysteries. According to Monica, her pretend backstory went a little something like this; Her name was Kate. She was a Sophomore attending Pineville University. Her major was Liberal Arts. She’s been in an on and off relationship with Chad (Myles) for well short of a year due to mutual inclinations towards ambiguity. College wasn’t about finding yourself. It was about creating memories. Experiences to last an entire lifetime. And Monica aimed to do just that. The molly was still strong in her system, keeping her in a flighty state of mind as they entered the frat house decorated in multi-colored neon lights and body paint. Monica grabbed one of the body paint brushes off a table out back after taking off her shirt to reveal her black laced-push up bra. Toying with the brush in her hand, Monica drew a svelte neon green line down Myles’s right jaw before setting the brush down to lift the stolen frat  shirt off his sculpted torso. Monica drew a demonized bunny across his chest and along the side of his ribcage in neon green, pink and blue. The bunny represented herself in some ways, as if she was marking him with the reminder of who he belonged to for the night. when she was finished, she passed the brush off to him, “Surprise me. Draw anything that’s not a dick.”

When they entered the frat house Myles was immediately enthralled. He’s always been a party-boy: house, club, wedding, block; it didn’t matter. If there was music and drinks, Myles Fitzgerald was there. Monica, like him, seemed right on board as she lifted her top before grabbing a paint brush. The theme was a ‘glow party’, everyone there wore neon paint as they danced under a black light to club music.  The brush felt cool as Monica drew a wet line down the side of his face, causing a slow smile to curl at the corners of his lips. However, she wasn’t done. As her hands went beneath his shirt, he raised his arms while she pulled the snug fabric from hard, chiseled muscle. His tan torso tightened beneath the tickle of the brush as Monica began drawing what appeared to be a bunny. Lola the rabbit, demonized. “Quite the artist,” Myles commented with a lingering grin. And he wasn’t kidding, Monica could draw like no other. If anyone were to ever see her school books they would be amazed by all the dark sketches; not that anyone would ever get the chance. She’d stab you in the eye with her ballpoint pen first. However, Myles stumbled upon some of her art and told her how terrific it was. She of course responded very modestly, ‘shut the fuck up,’ she said. But he could tell by the sparkle in her eye and her pinned smile that she appreciated it.

As the brush was placed in his hand, their fingers touched causing a spark of life between the forbidden lovers. It was simple touches like those that made Myles reevaluate his entire life. There was something so magnetic between them; something real and raw and a little bit dangerous. He’d never had that feeling with anyone else and often wondered why they weren’t together, for real. A laugh broke his enchantment hearing her explain to him how a dick wasn’t an option. “What are we, twelve?” he responded with playful mirth before lightly tapping the tip of her nose with pink. A childlike laugh left his lips as he continued by adding pink whiskers and then to finish a heart on her left boob. “Perfect,” he smiled, then something seemed to capture his eye, “well, almost…” closing the distance between them, he leaned around her and grabbed a couple of glow bracelets from the table. After sliding three on her wrist, he grabbed two neon drinks from a bowl full of alcoholic vials. As Monica fished around the table, Myles unscrewed the lid to his drink. “To a long life of getting fucked up and flying by the seat of our pants. Salute!” Myles took the mysterious shot with a harsh wince followed by the wiping of his arm across his mouth. “God damn, that’s fire.”

Whatever was in the drink held a mixture of both adrenaline and euphoria, like being totally relaxed and yet amped up at the same time. The feeling kind of reminded him of losing his virginity to Monica. There was a calm passion but also an addicting excitement. And that’s the way he danced; grabbing Monica by her hips, he moved his shoulders in a slow sexy rhythm, every now and then grinding up against the blonde before ultimately slipping behind her. His firm hands slowly traveled up her ribs until he was holding onto the cups of her pushup bra. His warm mouth by her ear, breathing laboriously and kissing her neck. His hips working in synchrony; gyrating against her butt as the music pounded louder.

[thejockass]

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Monica relaxed on the cool metal bars of the two-person bench. The air grew chilly as the minutes ticked on by. After awhile, she suspected her getaway would be a lonely adventure. Though, Myles had texted back to inform her he was on the way, she started to doubt he’d make it in time. The disappointment came just as quick as it went. And she had long accepted she was on her own. Until, he did the unthinkable and snuck up behind her. Even blindsided, she recognized his hands. Myles had a distinct touch. One she could easily pick out above the rest. “You mean, ex-boyfriend, and no..” she corrected with a hiss. A small but obvious hint that she was still a little bit peeved about what went down nearly an hour ago. She was used to Quinn taking it to vast extremes. What happened to daffy was child’s play in comparison to what they both knew Quinn was capable of. Myles was different. He had his issues, just as much as the rest of them but brutal beatings were never his thing. He didn’t get his kicks that way. Myles would only kill to survive. Not because it brought him pleasure. But, even that was a tad bit unsettling. And sometimes, even more lethal. People seemed to fight harder when they had something to lose.

Taking the white pill (of molly), he offered her, Monica placed it on her tongue and swallowed. She ignored his drug-related puns as she leaned her head back and let her fishnet stocking legs dangle loosely ever his lap. She was grateful he came but, she still resented what transpired at the party and couldn’t brush it off as easily as he or Quinn seemed to. “Careful bugs,” Monica purred his nickname, before swinging both legs off his lap as she saw the train approaching from 20 feet away. She stood next to him by the bench and gave him a long hard look, “You’re starting to sound like him.” Monica was confident Myles didn’t need any further clarification. The way he was talking reminded her of Quinn and how he justified the way he handled his business. It wasn’t a good look on either of them. And Monica didn’t dump Quinn just to be with someone who sounded an awful lot like him. “Not to mention, I think you’re starting to believe your own press.”

Monica could understand Myles’s ‘kill or be killed’ mentality. She’s practiced the same way of thinking a time or two. But Daffy didn’t just suffer a broken nose, or black eye. He was lucky to still be alive. And that? That was scary. Given Myles’s silence, Monica could tell her observation may have poked a nerve. The last thing Myles ever wanted to be was a duplicate of his best friend. And truthfully, Monica only said it because she knew it would get under his skin. And she was silently hoping it would wake him up, too. They weren’t the type to sugarcoat how they felt. Calling each other out on their shit was kind of how they showed their respect. Brutal honesty was something they always shared. No matter what. “For the record,” Monica continued, as she scooped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, “You look like shit and you smell like a brothel. Way to go.” Smirking, Monica flashed Myles a sassy smile and sauntered to the left as the train came to a complete stop. She waited for some passengers to step out of the cable car before she could board it along with Myles, who was lagging behind.

When Monica compared him to Quinn, Myles brought his icy-blue eyes upward to meet her gaze, as she was now standing above him while he continued to stay seated on the bench. It kind of struck a nerve that she was comparing him to the guy she was running away from; the guy she just broke up with. Blowing her off with an ‘as if’ look, Myles stood up and stretched his arms out, revealing a patch of tan skin below his shirt. As the blonde continued, Myles contemplated telling her how different he really was from her ex-beau who was now fucking a prostitute in New Lake only a few hours after their heart wrenching breakup.

As the train chugged closer, slowing down as it reached its stop, Myles stood behind Monica as she spoke over her shoulder to him. Monica seemed to know exactly where he was as she mentioned a brothel scent lingering off his sweaty flesh. The scent, (cheap perfume and latex rubber), had become Quinn’s signature; it was no wonder Monica could sniff it out like a hound dog by now; which only brought a faint smile to his stubble.

When the damaged princess hopped aboard, the prince of nothing charming followed behind. His hands took her waist, ticking her sides as he guided her into a seat before plopping down beside her. The molly kicked in hella and had taken him right to the clouds. Euphoria ran through his veins, pumping nothing but ecstatic joy as he cupped the girl’s cheek and put his mouth to hers, softly kissing and sucking on her peachy lips. The train started to move onward again with less passengers. A few construction workers in the back and an old lady holding a small dog across from the handsy couple. Sucking and nibbling on the blonde’s ear, Myles peeked up at the old lady who was looking at them with furrowed brows. She wasn’t just uncomfortable she was offended. When Myles noticed her cross necklace, he knew why. She was a nun. Her black gown shown just below her parka. Myles placed his hand flat on Monica’s stomach and slid his fingers down her waist, caressing soft, bare flesh. The woman’s dog must have felt its owner’s trouble because it began yapping as Myles was fingering Monica while still looking at the nun. After Monica’s floodgates opened to the rush of cum that soaked his prodding digits, the nun stood up and rushed to the back of the train just in time for Myles to suck the taste from his dirty fingers.

The train’s fourth stop was to some place called Pineville where Myles pulled Monica along with him as he hopped off the train and mooned the old lady as she looked through the glass with relief before seeing his ass, then she gasped covering her mouth.  Laughing, Myles looked to the building stretched out before them. Pineville University. “Hope you brought my shirt,” Myles asked, digging through her bag until he found a shirt belonging to a fraternity. They often went places where they didn’t belong: weddings, colleges, parties. The place didn’t matter, they always pulled it off. “Okay, so my name is Chad and you are?” that was another part of the gate crashing. Have an alias, an entire backstory for when someone would inquire. “This is my second year…I’m majoring in computer science and we’ve been off and on for like, a year…now let’s go make some memories”