Chapter 12
2001words
I knew I had fucked up. Not only had she caught me balls deep in another girl, but I had also been a jealous arsehole and stooped Scarlett from protecting my sister when she needed it most. I was selfish. No wonder Adam warned me to stay away from Scar. She was too good for me. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stay away.
Asher would have been the better choice. Yet when I watched them together, I wanted to rip his fucking throat out with my teeth. It had taken everything I had to keep my calm. I didn't know what it was about Scarlett that literally drove me to the brink of insanity.
I was pulled out of my thought as Scarlett walked through the front door. Her tee ripped, red scratches on her face and arms, her hair was dishevelled, and bruises started to boom across her shoulder and face.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I ask, striding across the hall toward her.
“It’s nothing” She shrugged, dropping her bag to the floor and slipping off her shoes. I forced my hands to stay at my side as I examine her wounds from afar.
“Nothing? You look like you got into a fight with a badger?” I remark. She snorted before starting up the stairs. I follow behind. “So you going to tell me about it?” I press. Scarlett stops on the top step and turns to me.
“I suppose you will find out sooner or later. No point trying to hiding it anymore,” She considers before meeting my eyes. “Barbie was the one to leek the photo of Storm and me.”
“Who? Cheryl?” I verify; she nods. “Why would she do that?”
“She warned me to stay away from you. She's behind whenever happened to Storm.” Scarlett clarifies
“Why would she tell you to stay away from me?” I inquire, confused. Cheryl was nothing more than a friend, sure sometimes we hooked up, but it was just sex. Sure, sometimes she could be clingy and annoying, which is why I recently stopped talking to Cheryl and told her to fuck off.
“I don't know, and personally, I don't care,” She groans, rolling her eyes at me.
“But you picked a fight with her? Over me,” I laugh.
“Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. I picked a fight with her because she was being a jealous bitch and trying to make Storms life a living hell. Someone needed to kick her down a few pegs.” she shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“What did you do?” I cringe. There was no way Cheryl would win a fight ageist, Scarlett. Hell, the girl had beaten up a pedo only a few days ago.
“I might have accidentally slipped and broken Barbie’s nose,” She beamed.
“Fuck Scar! You’re going to be suspended.”
“Worth it!” She shrugs, turning on her heels. I couldn't help but admire the girl. She was a pain in my arse but feisty as hell, crazy stubborn, and so utterly herself without apology. If she wasn't still pissed at me, I think I would have been tempted to kiss her.
Instead, I follow the hallways down to my sister’s room and lean ageist the door frame. Scarlett was already inside talking softly to a lump of blankets, I assumed was my sister. I didn't stick around long; storm needed her friend right now, not her brother. I made my way to my own room. Pulling out my phone and started texting.
Me to Adam
Hey Ads, Little Sis having a meltdown, so I'm not going to make it to practise. Scarlett is here, BTW. Apparently, she has broken Cheryl's nose, will probably get suspended, just FYI.
I typed a text to Asher, asking him what was going on between him and Scarlett, then quickly deleted it. Trying again, but this time to tell him to fuck off. I deleted that one too. I had sure as hell had no right to be making demands. But it didn't get rid of the temptation. I chucked my phone on the bed, followed by my Snap-back and jacket. I ran my fingers through my hair. Shit. This girl was driving me crazy. Apparently, my attempt to clear my head earlier by screwing another girl had only made it worse. Fuck, I had imagined it was Scarlett the whole time.
I rummaged through my bedside table and pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey. I didn't bother with the glass. Taking a large gulp straight from the source, another then another. Fuck. I setting the bottle down. I needed more than just a drink to clear my head. Shrugging off my clothes, then stepping into the shower. Letting my eyes close, the warm water run over my hair and cascading down my body. It did nothing to soothe my semi-hard cock. Like a sexually frustrated teenager, I did the only thing I could do. I jerk off.
When I finally emerged from the shower, the room was filled with steam. I wrap my towel around me before walking back through to my bedroom. Grabbing the bottle of Whisky and take another healthy swing. I dress in a simple pair of jogging bottoms and a long sleeve blue jumper. Before falling back on my bed, bottle in hand, and turn on the TV, chucking on an episode of scrubs.
Several episodes and a quarter of the bottle later. Scarlett knocking on my door frame pulled me back to the present.
“Drinking already?” She teased, “You know, it’s still the middle of the day, right?”
“I figured if I drink enough, I won’t care what time it is,” I shrug, making her chuckle. “You know you don't have to hover at the doorway. You can come in,” I suggest. A look of uncertainty crossing her pretty features.
I wondered if she would make an excuse to leave, but much to my surprise, she didn't. Instead, she took a cautious step inside.
Sher had washed and braided back her hair over one shoulder. The torn crop top replace by a lace-up long sleeve tee that showed the top of her black lacy bra. The Hickey I had given her, now visible. I averted my eyes, hoping she hadn't noticed my gaze dipping to her breasts.
She held out a manicured hand. “May I?” She asked, nodding toward the whiskey bottle still clutched in my hands.
“I thought it was frowned upon to day drink?” I teased, handing it to her anyway. Scarlett perching herself on the edge of my bed, the furthest away from me she could get without sitting on the floor.
“It’s less depressing if you’re not alone,” She remarks, a smile tugging at her lips. “Besides, with the day I've had, I think I deserve a drink.” Scarlett presses the bottle to her lips and takes a large sip, cringing up her nose as the alcohol burns her throat.
“Not a whisky girl?” I tease, taking the bottle from her and taking another gulp myself before passing it back.
“Whisky, yes. Jack Daniels, Not so much,” She admitted.
“Oh yeah? What do you prefer?” I consider. She takes a bigger drink this time, managing not to cringe.
“Bell's or Grouse,” She answers. Her nails picking at the Whisky label.
“Scottish,” I remark, nodding slightly impressed. A silence falls between that was not uncomfortable, both of us watching the screen rather than looking at each other as we passed the bottle back and forth. “How's Storm anyway? She say anything to you?”
“Not much, honestly. I made the point to tell her that Barbie wouldn't be so pretty anymore. She seemed a little comforted by that,” Scarlett shrugged before quickly adding, “She's sleeping now, though.”
“I'll tell mum to keep her home for a little while. She probably won’t go back, at least not until you do,” I consider, taking the bottle from her.
“Well, it’s a good thing misery loves company,” She jokes, making us both chuckle. We drank, talking about nothing and everything. It wasn't uncommon for us to spend time with each other, considering how close our families were; I'd like to say we were friends too. After a while, Scarlett seemed more comfortable being in my room and finally shuffles back ageist the wall. I decided it was probably time to bring up some other issues we had been avoiding.
“I'm sorry about my earlier”, I start, rubbing the back of my neck. I wanted to tell her that I was being a jealous arsehole, and no amount of apologies would change the fact that I fucked up big time. That I couldn't make any promises that I wouldn't fuck up again, whatever the hell this was. Because that was just who I was. If she had any scents, she would kick me to the curb and run for the fucking hills. But I didn't say any of that.
“For Which part? Catching you with your pants down. Having Barbie and Co come after me. Leaving Storm to the wolves. Giving me a Hickey. Having a temper tantrum. Or me being suspended,” She summarized her voice teasing.
“Honestly, All of it. I had no right to act the way I did,” I admit running my hands through my hair. She nods. “I wish you would have told me about the whole Cheryl situation sooner, though. I might have been able to help.”
“I don't need you to fight my battles for me”, She objects before quickly adding her tone softer “But I guess I should have mentioned it.” I raise my eyebrows at her.
“Is Scarlett Winter actually admitting she made a mistake?” I tease, bashing her knee with mine. She smiled, taking another sip before replying, “Don't get used to it” She winked.
“Wait,” I say, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I move closer to her, so we are shoulder to shoulder. Before turning on the video pointing the camera at us, “Scarlett Winters, six form student at lake view high,” I report, my voice all business. Making her laugh. “Please repeat for the record. Should you have mentioned to me, before today, the situation that was unfolding?” I ask, facing the camera before turning to face her, a smile tugging at my lips.
“Yes,” She giggled, turning to me, the bottle of Whisky in hand. Her giggle making me laugh. I bash my shoulder into hers before finally turning back to the camera.
“You heard it here first. Scarlett Winter admitting for the first time in human history. That she made a mistake,” I report.
“Loki Morganstar,” Scarlett announces, putting on her own reporting voice, still half giggling. “Please inform the great people of our other day drinking discovery,” She counters, turning to me expectantly.
“What do you want me to say?” I whisper to her, still smiling. She moves closer to me, holding her hand out as she whispers in my ear, “Tell them that....that you have acted poorly and wish to apologise publicly for your actions and then say what you did” Before pulling away, our eyes meeting—a smile on both of our faces. I turn back to the phone.
“I Loki Morganstar have acted poorly. Therefore I am willing to apologise for my actions publicly. Including but not limited to; giving this fine lady a Hickey,” I say, gesturing to Scarlett “, having a jealous friend threaten you, which resulted in a photo being spread around school, my sister getting traumatised, Scarlett getting into a catfight and also likely being suspended as a result. Have I got that right?” I ask, turning to Scarlett; she nods.
“And if that wasn't bad enough. I then had a temper tantrum and got caught with my pants down,” I report, cringing. “Have I missed anything out?” I ask, turning to her. She thinks for a second before shaking her head.
“Thank you and goodnight!” I finish before clicking stop on the video.
