Dezirah Volume 1

By Jacey K Dew

A millennium and a half ago, supernatural beings signed a treaty to disappear. The general public was told they were wiped out, and over time their existence became stories, myths, legends, fairy tale, fable, and movie plot.
New generations and some nostalgic individuals decide to take back their place in society. They will chant Dezirah a

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jacey K Dew
• Release date: Jul 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310735769

Jacey K Dew

Jacey is a mom, wife and author. She was raised in Leduc, Alberta, and often takes inspiration from familiar locations to set the scene. Jacey started writing stories when she was sixteen and continues to have a passion for creating tales. Writing across genres in whichever story needs to be told next. Jacey can be found at a multitude of social sites under the handle @jaceykdew and her website hub www.jaceykdew.ca Her Linktr.ee can quickly sort you to social sites, merchandise and book shop, blog, fan club, and a few stores her books are available at. linktr.ee/jaceykdew

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Chapter 1

Sick, fulfilling pleasure creeps into Darius’ features, making my boyfriend look devilish and somewhat evil. His blue eyes lock onto one of his favourite toys and all his attention is on his next victim.

The warmth from his body on my side and shoulders, leaves as Darius stalks the short boy; who doesn’t notice Darius until after he speaks.

Hey Matty, where do you think you’re going? Darius turns Matt around easily; his well-built body easily overpowers the smaller boy. Now, now, I just want to talk. We haven’t seen each other for a while and I think you’re trying to avoid me. The intimidating light blonde male stands directly in front of Matt; their bodies almost touching.

Matt tries to say something, but my boyfriend’s actions are working well to overwhelm his ability to run away or work his mouth properly. He does nothing more than open and close his mouth a couple of times, before he finally comes up with enough courage to speak. N-no not a-all. Matt’s voice catches in his throat.

I’m bored of this display of dominance, but will do nothing to prevent, deter, or stop it.

Why don’t I believe you? You see, his voice deepens as he speaks, I think you don’t enjoy our little sessions anymore. That doesn’t work for me. These interactions have been going on since before I’ve known Darius. ‘Sessions’ has become his pet name for the times that he intimidates people.

Darius roughly shoves Matt into the wall behind the scrawny boy. His back likely getting scratched up from the brick.

Coach Renner chooses the right, or rather wrong, moment to come through the school’s doors. I take the few steps needed to reach Darius and Matt, and tap on Darius’ shoulder. Catching his attention, I nod towards the approaching coach. He loosens his grip enough for Matt to free himself and run away.

Renner’s movements hesitate slightly as Darius turns his body towards the approaching coach. The all-around coach of the small high school is and, rightly so, has always been nervous around my boyfriend. Darius holds an air of danger around him that can intimidate anyone trying to oppose him.

Although I’ve only known him a couple of months, I have come to realize that no one goes against him; that was what had drawn me to him in the first place. Nothing and no one can get in my way or tell me what I have to do; when I have him backing me up.

O-office, Johnston, Brenner; now! His voice cracks in the beginning but remains strong for the remainder of his sentence. Coach Renner’s familiar look, of something between disapproval and fear, stays true throughout his walk over to us.

While he smirks at Renner, Darius grabs my hand to escort me to our, sure to be short, visit to the Principal’s office. Since my first day here, I’ve had to walk to the office at least once every day; sometimes more.

The destination of the journey always turns out to be useless however, because Darius always gets us out of whatever trouble we are in. He has a way of being able to convince the principal, or teacher to let us leave without any consequences. It’s likely because they’ve given up long ago.

While we walk to the office; Coach Renner tries to look at us through the corner of his eyes. I can tell he fears Darius as he is more built than the average male of his age and could definitely overpower the middle-aged man; if he wanted to.

Arriving in the office, the secretary, Mrs. Warne greets us by our names. The cheerful lady knows every student’s name in the school. Somehow, she recognizes every student and can quickly recall their name in an instant; a miracle with over four thousand students in the school.

Darius, Alexa, how are you both doing today? The woman asks with genuine interest. She looks us both over, before her gaze lands on me. Darius doesn’t give her anything more than a masculine grunt of acknowledgment. Deciding to humour her, I answer, we’re both fine.

In trouble, again. Caught them both harassing Matt, again. Coach Renner gives Darius one last look and swiftly walks out of the room. Mrs. Warne, picking up the phone next to her, quickly informs the principal, Ms. Hun, of our arrival.

You can go right in. She informs us, directing a look of disapproval at me. She continues with her work as she knows, based on our many trips here, we can find the principal’s office on our own.

Disapproving glances are tossed our way as we walk through the office. Ms. Hun stands waiting for us with the door open. She waits until we are fully into her office before closing the door.

Taking our seats, getting comfortable immediately, we wait for her to take her own.

Looking back and forth between the two of us, I can feel her trying to figure out how she should handle the situation. I look over to Darius; who is looking at Ms. Hun intensely. His features are straight and serious; almost as if he is concentrating really hard.

He does this every time we get into trouble. It is almost as if he truly believes that if he concentrates hard enough, he will be able to sway the persons mind and get his way.

His confidence is palpable.

I don’t know whether he has anything to do with it, or if people have just come to realize that they cannot mess with him, but he always gets what he wants. One look into his eyes and people are helpless against him.

Admittedly, he is the most intimidating person I have ever known and for however long this can work in my favour I have no problems with it.

Mr. Johnston, Miss. Brenner, what exactly should I do with the two of you? You’re both sent here, day after day, for harassing one student or another, or doing something else that you shouldn’t be doing. I know you’re both smart enough to realize that your actions have consequences. I don’t want to do this, but I think it’s time we have a talk with your parents.

My heart clenches for a moment at the word ‘parents’. I’ve been passed around from foster home to foster home and have not found one that I could say tried to act like parents. Most homes, I have been placed into, don’t care what the kids do as long as they get the pay cheque in the end. Overall, it wouldn’t help the situation if Ms. Hun calls June; my current foster parent.

Ms. Hun looks me in the eyes. She knows about my life because of the textbook thick folder I have. She is one of the hopefuls, one of the people who think that with enough encouragement and some work, suddenly, I would be cured of whatever it is that they think is wrong with me; like I have a disease of some sort.

It is now that I realize that at some point I had brought my thumb to my mouth and I am currently biting the nail. Setting my hand down in my lap I go back to looking at her.

She looks into Darius’ threatening eyes and her whole manner changes. Ms. Hun leans slightly forward, almost as in a trance. However, I’m not going to do that, Mr. Johnston, Miss. Brenner. I know that your parents are very busy people and wouldn’t be able to make it down here easily. So, here is what we are going to do. I am going to let you both go today, but you both have to promise that I won’t see you until next week. Now, off you go.

Darius grabs my hand to help me from my seat. Getting up, I glance over to Ms. Hun; her gaze is still focused on Darius. I’m not sure if she’s glaring or just staring. The weirdness of what just happened hits me; as it always does. Darius’ strange ability never fails in surprising me to the lengths of which he can push peoples’ normal behaviour.

A slight tug pulls my attention to Darius. He escorts me out of the room; holding the door open for me to walk through. Immediately, taking hold of my arm and my hand, he guides me out of the office and down the hall.

Once we are out of view of any of the cameras, I feel myself being turned and forcibly pushed into the wall. Lips cover mine in an instant. My eyes close instinctively as his lips cover mine, moving in harsh movements. I have long since given up keeping up with him and allow him to do as he pleases; wrapping my arms around his neck for support. The back of my head hits the wall as Darius forces his tongue into my mouth. I play with him a bit, to keep him satisfied. I hate and love it when he does this; plays it rough.

I moan, as a heated bubbling grows inside me from the feeling of his hand sliding up my shirt; rubbing my side. He has always said that he likes my body and I still find it flattering. The bell ringing barely registers, until with one last forceful move of his lips, he pulls away and looks into my eyes. He pecks my lips one last time and pulls his hand out of my shirt; leaving fading white lines, I’m sure, as his nails run along my skin.

Opening my eyes, I find a lust filled stare aimed in my direction. His hungered look unnerves me in some ways, but in others makes me feel wanted; special.

Let’s go. Immediately, the cool wall is replaced with the warmth of his body as he leads me to the boys’ locker room. His team mates can be heard from down the hall. Their hoots and hollers echo in the empty hallway. The multiple male voices sound like nothing more than loud mutters from behind the closed door; only every other word is able to be made out as someone shouts out above the rest.

I hear the soft click of the door opening before I can see the movement of it. Miles’ familiar face peeks around from behind the door; his natural smile changes slightly as a small twitch like grin appears for only a moment when he spots us coming. His pointed looks, though intense, have a caring and comforting feeling to them.

Miles opens the door enough for him to slip his thin body through, and then holds it open for Shale. Once they both are through the door, Shale lets it shut, with the same soft click, and stands to the side; side by side they both wait for us to come closer.

I thought you weren’t going to come. What held you up? A slight knowing creeps into Shale’s chocolate eyes while Miles’ gaze switches between Darius and me. His gaze finally settles on Darius.

Renner decided to try to give us trouble. Shale’s slight nod shows his understanding after Darius’ trademark devilish grin appears after his comment. I’ve got to get ready. He turns his attention back to me. The arm around my waist tightens and pulls me against his broad chest. Darius’ gaze holds me as he leans down for another hard kiss. My eyes close automatically from the impact. It ends quickly and his arms release my waist.

Opening my eyes, I find an empty space where he had stood only a moment ago. His disappearance acts have become a regular occurrence; as have his sudden appearances.

Alexa, how are you? Miles smooth, quiet voice calls me from the side. Turning naturally at the sound of my name, I notice the concerned look on Miles’ face and Shale’s absence. It takes only a moment before I remember the question he asked.

Giving him a hard look, I answer his question, completely ignoring what I know he actually meant, as I always do. I’m fine Miles. I’ll see you at the game.

I turn away from him to make my way to the football field, however a hand on my shoulder stops me in my place. A soft and gentle touch, so unlike the one I am used to. Miles’ look quietly tells of the sincerity he has tried to show to me through all the time I’ve known him. His never-ending kindness has increasingly torn at me; irritating me at times like this.

Though he has not spoken a word to me about Darius and my relationship, the way he looks at me with his soul-peering eyes makes me feel he knows more then he lets on. His emerald eyes hold the warmth of a summer’s day and the comfort of a parent’s hug.

The slight nod of his head tells me of he is going to leave and one last look at me, then he turns for the locker room door. Muffled noises rise then go quiet once more.

The stillness of the hallway now has a discomforting feeling.

Turning on my heel, I hurry as I make my way out of the school and over to the football field.

People have already started to gather for the final game of the year. This crucial game is not for the first-place position in the division, as the season is over, but for the bragging rights over the long running school rivalry between the Bears and our Tigers. It’s the talk of the school and of the city.

Our rivals have already started going through their warm ups, as I walk to my usual spot beside the bleachers. Standing beside the bleachers gives me shade from both the sun and the wind, while I watch the game and my boyfriend. I wrap my arms around me now, wishing I had something warmer for the chilled air. I wouldn’t doubt if it was going to snow in the next couple days; the type of snow that actually sticks around the rest of winter.

I watch the opposing team’s warm up, as their coach shouts out commands for whatever he would like them to do next. The actual words don’t reach everyone’s ears but the team seems to know what he wants.

The team runs, stretches, and starts running their drills when loud cheers come from the home team’s side of the bleachers; our team is coming out of the school. They make a slight production out of the entrance. Our school’s mascot follows the train of hoots and hollers of the louder football players.

Darius, the team’s quarterback, leads everyone onto the field, and they immediately start their own warm-up. By now, everyone knows the whole warm-up by heart, and they are able to flawlessly pull off every move; their timing perfect. The cheers of the crowd encourage the players of our team and get the attention of a few of the players on the rival team.

The warm-ups continue for a few minutes until the referee calls the captains to the middle of the field. While the rest of the teams’ players clean up the footballs from the field Darius and Shale, as well as the two captains from the other team, jog over to the referee. He talks for a couple moments before tossing a coin; deciding the other team will pick their side for the first quarter. After a bit more talking, the captains are sent back to their teams so that the game can begin.

On his way back to the team Darius looks for me as he always does. Looking right to my spot, he smirks while giving me a slight nod; before his attention returns to the team and the game.

Bring it in! His loud voice calls to his team mates to gather everyone together in a huddle. Everyone promptly gathers into a circle formation. They are joined by Coach Renner, and after a few moments him instructing the team, they all yell, Tigers!

They break off into two groups; one group walks back to the bench, and the other jogs out to their pre-determined spots on the field.

Adrenaline runs through my veins in anticipation of this game. The entire school has been looking forward to it all week; half the school has shown up to watch. Pep rallies and posters have plagued all the students; so it’s no wonder everyone is here.

Make the first hit count and drive them into the ground is heard from multiple people on the other high school’s claimed side. Our own side echoes with shouts of their own, to the tune of, take them down!

For a moment the entire field goes quiet.

With one kick, the crowd roars in cheers and the game is started.

A return by the Bears, starts them at their own thirty-yard line. Offence and defense hurry onto the field and into a huddle. Breaking their huddles, both teams move into their positions.

The excitement shows on the fans’ faces and in their tensing bodies, as all wait for the first play of the game.

Center and quarterback of the Bears move up to the line of field; determined to get the first touchdown. With a few calls and a hut, the ball is thrown and the play starts.

The fans’ cheering rises in volume instantly as they cheer on their teams and favourite players.

Pads and players collide, and their cleats tear up the ground while they begin their well-timed and planned out plays. Both teams are evenly matched in all aspects and struggle for any yards they can gain.

Neither team is willing to let the other score any points as the first, second, and third quarters pass with no touch downs. I’ve counted only eight completed passes and, overall, very few yards gained for either side.

As a player and fanatic, the game would be a harrowing experience. As a spectator, mostly here to support a boyfriend and friends, the lack of major action proves boring.

The end of the fourth quarter poses a change of pace as the other team completes a thirty-yard pass; gaining themselves a first down and the longest completed pass of the game; as of yet. Fans of the Bears gain a second wind as they begin cheering loudly once more. Our own side returns with vigour; if only to best the rival cheers.

Confidently, the quarterback from the Bears raises his arms to the side at shoulder level, as he eggs on the crowd and boasts to our team.

I look at Darius to see his reaction. Finding him in time, just as he makes eye contact with both Miles and Shale. The longer than necessary looks and nods, tell me that Darius has had enough of the quarterback’s antics. I only hope they don’t plan on putting the boy out of commission.

Darius steps up to the ball. He’ll be determined to get it down the field and score some points for our team.

The ball is thrown and Darius steps back; he scans the field for any hope but can find no player open. He continues to scan the field and doesn’t look like he notices a player of the opposing team fight his way to take him down.

I open my mouth to shout the warning to him, but stop there knowing he’d never hear it. Darius moves out of the way at the last moment, while quickly throws the football slightly behind the rumble between the teams. He throws to nothing but air and grass.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Shale shakes loose of the mess of players and grabs the ball. Within moments the opposing team realizes the play and quickly compensates for the move. Players move to take Shale down as he sprints towards the end zone. The efforts come a moment too late as, seconds after getting the ball, he tosses it backwards to Miles.

Turning into a moving shield, Shale blocks the players from getting to Miles. so he can make a break for it. Slowing quickly, Shale watches as Miles runs down the field. His lead over the players grows quickly as he sprints.

Right before the end zone his sudden stop becomes the start of a suspenseful and confused silence. Unfazed by the silence of the crowd and the players running to take him out, Miles stands just before the line.

My eyes wander to the clock. Three... Two... One...

An eruption of cheers turns my attention. Miles had waited for the time to run out for the right moment to step over the line. His hesitation to cross into the end zone must have been a part of a plan made sometime during his short run. He gives no chance for the other team to score any more points.

Miles’ touchdown will be the cause of the entire year’s bragging rights and embarrassment of the Bears. People practically leap over each other to congratulate the team in all of the excitement.

In all of the chaos, I lose sight of Darius, Miles, and Shale. Raising myself up on my toes using the pole on the bleachers to aid me, I try to get a better view.

The referee blows his whistle to try to quiet and calm the mass of people. The coaches of both teams tell the crowd to go back to the bleachers so that the teams can receive their medals. Their troubles are rewarded as people slowly make their ways back to their seats. Both teams find their way to the center of the field; only the one team bursts with excitement, while the other stays quiet. The results of the game are clear to anyone watching.

As the referee gives out the trophy and medals, I lose my attention as a tall male walks past me. An uneasy feeling comes over me and all my attention is drawn to him. Everything seemingly stops; as I try to figure out what this feeling is. The sudden feeling that the man is a dangerous as he moves suddenly, headed directly for my boyfriend. I see the recognition on Darius’ face when he notices the man.

The trophy is passed around to the team. Once they are finished celebrating together, all the players are head back to get congratulated by their friends and family. But Darius walks to this man.

Curiosity pulls me closer, as I quickly try to examine the male from behind. For a moment, I can swear Darius looks as though his lips purse and move as though he’s talking but I can hear nothing.

The man’s clothing speaks of importance from the black dress pants and shoes, the white button up shirt, and the black sports jacket held in his hand. Everything about his posture and the way he holds himself tells of his confidence, his superiority.

The conversation between this man and my boyfriend looks to be one of business rather than a social call. Darius’ unemotional face rises slightly; as it always does before he commands his will. I am almost half way to the duo when Shale joins to the right of Darius; his face is hard as stone from his serious expression; something unusual for him.

I pick my pace up slightly, my curiosity rising. Their conversation seems to be one sided as it looks like Darius is doing all the talking and continues as I get closer.

My ears trick me as I approach. The distance between the boys and I is close enough that I should be hearing something; yet not a sound reaches me. Closer and closer, and their conversation still escapes my hearing.

The man’s back visibly tenses when I reach two meters away. He turns and looks through me. Darius finishes moving his mouth and looks from the man to me and back again. A scowl appears on the edge of his lips before his sudden surge forward. Reaching me in seemingly no time, Darius turns me around quickly before pulling me with him. His arm around my shoulders keeps me from looking back, as chills creep up my spine; I know the man is staring at our backs as Darius quickly takes me away.

Looking up at Darius, I construct my features perfectly to not show the curiosity and fear I possess. I study his expression. The glare is still on his face. The man’s reaction to me has riled Darius up enough for his eyes to have hatred and a possessive glare. His tensed muscles relax the further he hurries us away from the man, but the vice grip he has on me does not seem to be letting loose anytime soon.

Going through the school doors, I am led outside the locker room once more; this time when left alone a different mood is created within the empty halls. The hallway seems to hold a slight bit of danger that wasn’t there the prior visit, a loneliness now, as no one is present to fill the void.

Jerking open the door, Darius bursts into the room suddenly; the impending danger is here as I look at him. His sharp features show the anger I know he is feeling. The attractiveness I typically find in him is gone, in this moment before returning, as he turns me around again pulling me in a smooth motion. Whatever he and the strange man talked about had to have been something bad to change his mood so drastically.

A shiver travels up my spine, my body tenses and relaxes as the jolt reaches my shoulders. It’s not too unusual of a spasm after being outside so long in this cool fall weather, the more unusual is the cause of my shiver. Darius’ arm around my waist is strangely cold after the kind of activity he just finished.

Miles passes us as we go through the main doors. Hesitating for a moment as he looks at Darius; the want to say something is in his eyes. Darius cuts his look with one of his own. Unspoken words go around me, just out of my grasp and understanding. I have the feeling I’m missing something important.

Many vehicles are already leaving the parking lot. Hoots, hollers, and honks fill the air in a battle of the loudest noise; a clear result of the win. The slow inching of vehicles trying to leave the parking lot, avoiding people and other vehicles, speed away as soon as they hit the road. The stop sign ignored.

The cold arm wrapped around me disappears as we reach the running black ford truck; my cue to go to the passenger’s seat. The leather seat is hot to the touch. Warmth quickly seeps through my clothes, warming me from Darius’ cold touch.

Backing out of the parking stall right now would seem slightly impossible with this crowd of people and vehicles. However, people recognize the truck as the one owned by my boyfriend. Just as people avoid him and get out of his way, they get out of his trucks way; fearful that he actually would not hesitate to run any of them over. From the mood he is in now, I find that he could easily do just that.

Darius is a clear image of rage. I buckle in the moment the truck starts lurching, as he makes quick starts and stops. The engine growls loud from the exertion. Only two things are missing from a normal road rage driver; the yelling of swears and the white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Quickly raising the speed, Darius drives down the long stretch of road. A few honks are heard here and there as Darius cuts a couple of vehicles off when he changes lanes quickly a few times. The usual ten-minute drive only takes half the time.

Pulling into the driveway of his home he pulls into a stop, idling as he waits for the automatic garage door to open. In no time he rushes into the garage; managing not to hit anything as he skids slightly to a stop. Cutting the engine, the blonde reaches up again hitting the button for the door.

Anticipation runs its way up through my spine as we both get out of the truck. My shoes hitting the concrete floor makes a dull thud as I land from my slight jump and the slight noise the door makes as I close it, is nothing compared to the loud slam of the driver’s side door. Looking over the hood, I can see Darius’ head coming around the front. He wraps his arm around me without stopping or slowing his pace and opens the door for us. I feel almost like I’m a captive as he gently shoves me through the opening and by the firm grip of his hand that stays on my shoulder.

Not one moment through the door, a slightly cooled body covers my back while pushing me face first into an equally cold wall. A jolt of pleasure races up my spine at the same speed a knot clenches and releases in my stomach. One large hand buries itself through my hair before pulling tight. He pulls at my hair to bring my head to the side. The freshly exposed skin raises with goosebumps as cool puffs of Darius’ breath caress the area. I involuntarily close my eyes at the alternating sensations; of firm lips traveling, of teeth gently scraping, and of his wet tongue lapping at my skin.

Darius moves his other hand from its resting place of my hip, slowly up my torso and under my shirt. Electric tingles follow his hand. My hands rest tensed against the wall. Hastily, I raise my arm, quickly dismissing the feeling of something rubbing against my forearm, to wrap around the back of his head. As I bring his head closer I feel a slight curl in his lips.

A different sort of electricity fills the air, soaking it in the moment as the intensity rises. His body pauses, tense for a moment before his lips and teeth descend on my neck again, rougher this time. His teeth latch into me as he quickly bites harder and harder. The pain is delicious at first, mixed in with pleasure, before it turns into just pain. A slight cry escapes my throat as my body tenses reflexively. Suddenly, there is a ringing in my ears.

Darius tenses and stops in a frozen grip. I let down my arm and rest it in front of me on the wall. His chest rising and falling with his quick breathing is the only sign that he hasn’t completely frozen in time. Moments feel like hours until he moves; lessening his grip on my hair and slowly bringing his hand out from underneath my shirt. The ringing in my ears stops just as suddenly as it started when a new sound reaches my ears. Whipping my head to the side I see Shale in the entrance of the hallway; still dressed in his football gear, minus the helmet.

Downstairs. Shale’s tone says the rest of the sentence for him; his hard stare is fixed on Darius. A quick, sharp breath is released from the male behind me, his hatred to the order clear. Shale takes no notice however; as he turns on his heels and quietly leaves.

Wait here. Darius’ voice is slightly rough and hoarse when he speaks. Taking no interest in feeling any wrath of the angered man I nod my head once, turning around to look at him. When angered, Darius appears to have more of a wild, uncontrolled sense about his whole persona. His shoulders are set back; his dominant presence is almost over-bearing, and his stoic features set on the spot Shale just left. Darius doesn’t look at me before he follows Shale to the kitchen.

The tension releases as he leaves. I resist the urge to fall to the floor against the wall behind me and close my eyes; concentrating on controlling my breathing. The air seems to clear of its thickness and my lungs receive their proper oxygen. My fevered skin cools as my heart slows down. I stand waiting for moments before opening my eyes. My heart has somewhat calmed and my head clears as I can move my formerly not functioning body off of the wall that was supporting my weight and onto my feet.

The idea of moving from this spot tempts me; however, Darius’ words override the thought quickly. Goosebumps creep their way down the lengths of my arms as the air feels warmer. Bringing my hands up, crossing my arms, I rub my palms against the skin of my upper arms; a slight hope that the goose bumps will disappear as fast as they came.

A low growling of an engine tickles my eardrums. Another vehicle is pulling into the garage just as quickly as Darius’ truck had pulled in. Not a second later the engine is cut and barely a moment after a door is slammed.

Miles hastily barrels into the room, still dressed in his football gear. Raising my eyebrow at him, I take in his worried expression. He looks me over before relief flashes in his eyes quickly then his features take on his normal happier expression.

Move, Kelly’s voice demands right before Miles stumbles forward. Quickly he regains his balance; however, from his movement a taller girl is now visible in the doorway. The blonde smiles as she spots me against the wall. She rushes over to me, quickly grabbing my wrist. Good thing you’re here. Now you can help me. The boys want to barbeque tonight. Kelly drags me the opposite way the boys had gone before I can get out a word. She pulls me down the hallway, through the living room, up a couple of stair steps and straight into the kitchen.

Letting go of my wrist, Kelly opens one half of the fridge. I walk closer with a feeling she is going to need my help. As soon as I’m behind her, sealed thawed meats are dumped into my arms. The first couple almost drops from my surprise. Getting my grip on all the meat in my arms, I walk over to the counter and put everything onto the surface. Making sure none of it will fall off, I make my way back over to Kelly, who now has the freezer half of the fridge open, and being more prepared this time, I grab the two ice bags shoved into my arms. Turning, I put the bags on the counter next to the meat.

Walking to the pantry, I open the sliding door. Spotting the cooler at the bottom of the pantry, I move a couple of other items before pulling on the handle. The cooler comes out easily. Moving around the table, I open the sliding patio door and walk out onto the deck. The sun’s heat instantly warms my skin even in the cool air. There is no wind here to make it colder.

Setting the cooler down in between two of the patio chairs, I take off the lid and set it down leaning against the cooler. Walking back inside, I go to the counter and take the ice and bring it back with me. Keeping hold of one of the bags, I put the other on the ground. The ice froze together slightly in the bag and needs to be separated again. Making sure of my grip on the bag, I swing the bag and, mostly letting gravity take over, slam it into the deck. Feeling the ice loosen and break apart inside by squeezing the bag, I open it and pour the contents into the cooler. Repeating the process with the other bag, I fill the cooler until it is three quarters filled with ice.

Kelly comes out carrying one case of Smirnoff Ice and another two cases of a glass bottled drink I recognize from a couple times I have drank with this group. The box is decorated in a set of lines and curves in an alternate of red and black. The label on the side reads Fekete Ver in an old, gothic style of writing. I haven’t tried it yet, maybe tonight I will.

Kelly quickly sets about putting the drinks into the cooler, replacing the lid once she’s done. Straightening up, I walk closer to her. She stands there with her eyes closed for a moment before she looks towards the sun; her hand shielding her eyes. For a moment the sun reflects in her eyes giving her light blue eyes a silver glow. Turning on her heels, she looks at me smiling, her normal mischievous grin, before I realize she isn’t quite looking straight at me but slightly over my shoulder. I turn to follow her gaze.

The three guys have come out of the house, each carrying various items and are headed towards us. Miles and Shale are no longer dressed in their football gear. Both have changed into their regular style of clothing. Shale’s long black hair is pulled back into a low ponytail; out of the braids worn for football.

Shale and Darius go straight to the barbeque, the two are the main cooks when we have a barbeque night but Darius usually ends up barbequing the majority of the time. They busy themselves with getting the grill going and the food cooking. Meanwhile, Miles has taken to setting up the table with the fixings needed for the hamburgers, and a couple of different store-bought salads. Darius sets about getting a fire started with wood and gasoline. He lights a match and tosses it in. In a whoosh the gasoline lights up and disappears. I’m sure if I looked into the pit there would be some flame on the wood.

The tall girl saunters over to her boyfriend, giving him a quick peck on the lips, before she looks at the table. Walking over there myself, I nod to Miles. Gazing back over to Kelly, she has her eyes on the table.

Miles. Her voice strong catches his attention immediately. You’re missing a few things. You don’t have the utensils yet and what about the spoons for the salads? You should have brought everything out at the same time. It would have saved you a trip and time. Miles nods his head once before retreating back into the house. She turns to me. I don’t know how many times I have to tell that boy. You can get so much more done in a day if you don’t have to spend the time doing things twice, when you could very well do it only once. He’s always walking to and from places more than necessary.

Kelly barely pauses with a quick breath. Oh, did you see Carla’s new hair cut today? What was she thinking? That haircut is so atrocious. The whole shorter in the back and longer in the front thing was last year’s style and it doesn’t even look decent on her. Nodding to what she says, Kelly continues talking about the different things she didn’t like about the people in school today and the daily gossip about anything and everything going on. She has always made a point of being the first to know about whatever is going on.

Miles comes back as I start to drone out what Kelly is talking about. As he sets the utensils on the table, I help him by opening some of the containers, letting Kelly believe she still has my attention by saying a ya every so often. I step back from the table to take my previous spot in front of Kelly.

... gym class last Tuesday, well today someone over heard that she bragged she had done it on purpose.

A familiar hand settles itself on my shoulder slightly gripping and releasing. Well Kelly, as interesting as this conversation is, I need to steal Alexa for a moment. I need help with something. He doesn’t wait for an answer. He grips my shoulder slightly before turning and guiding me in the direction of the house. Dropping his hand from my shoulder, he follows me through the door.

What did you need help with? I ask him.

I can’t find the bottle opener. Nodding, I start looking through the usual places for the bottle opener, the utensil drawer, the side of the fridge, and the drawer beside the sink. My search there is empty-handed. Darius looks through some of the other drawers, while I look through some of the organizational holders on the countertop. Continuing my search, I move into the front room. A first glance search to the spotless room tells me it won’t be in there.

Found it. The voice suddenly almost frighteningly appears at my ear. Even though I didn’t jump, my heart races at the unexpected appearance of my boyfriend.

Where was it? I ask him as I turn to face him.

In one of the drawers. Darius holds up the bottle opener on his finger by the little chain attached to its sides. I move to grab it; however it is moved out of my reach.

One of his warm hands grabs mine. Pulling me closer he rests the hand holding the keychain on my hip. Letting go of my hand he slowly slides his own down my arm and my side to sit mirroring his other hand.

I look into his face and into his eyes, and then he closes the distance between us. His tongue compels my lips to open almost immediately and enters my mouth. His warm tongue plays with mine for a moment, and then moves to explore the rest of my mouth. Darius’ hands travel slowly, massaging across the small of my back then lower; to grope my butt. His right hand jumps to the back of my neck. Simultaneously, his hold tightens, crushing me to him in one swift movement. Harsh kisses feel bruising as he allows no room to back away.

He controls my movements, my body moves to his wants, rather than to my mind. The tight hold tenses and clenches for one last, drawn out moment. Darius parts his mouth from mine and loosens his hold only enough for me to look him in the face again. His gaze pierces into me. Let’s go. The steaks should be done by now.

Letting go of me and taking a step back, he then holds out his hand. Taking the offer, I grip his hand as we walk back through the kitchen, out the doors, and over to the barbeque. Shale has already dished four steaks off the grill. The last one he takes off and puts it on a plate; mine devoid of any hint of red meat. Giving the plate to me, he then grabs his own from the side of the barbeque and goes to sit down with Kelly.

I let go of Darius’ hand and follow after Shale until he motions over to the lawn chairs. Heading over to the table instead, I pick up a set of utensils and look over at Miles as he scoops himself a spoonful of the potato and egg salad. I help myself to the other salad as I wait for him to finish. Putting the spoon back when I finish, I look up to Miles who is patiently waiting for his turn. Walking behind him, I switch him places to get some of the other salad.

Once we are both finished I follow him back to the three lawn chairs. Miles sits down behind Kelly on the one, as Shale sits on the second one and Darius occupies the last one.

When I settle, Darius hands me an already opened bottle of liquor. I notice an already empty bottle of the Fekete Ver beside him on the arm of the chair, as well as one by Shale and Kelly. Not feeling as thirsty as their empty bottles are telling me they were, I only take one gulp of the vodka drink inside. The familiar warmth almost burns down my throat, while a tingle runs through the back of my nose.

Chapter 2

My arm is chilled, while the rest of my body feels the opposite. Lifting the covers slightly with my other arm, I quickly pull my cool arm in. Goosebumps rise on my stomach from the difference in temperatures.

My work in making my arm warmer, only wakes me up more. Opening my eyes, I blink a couple of times then turn to Darius’ side of the bed. Finding only the air I was expecting, I move back into my previously comfortable position. Closing my eyes, I try to reclaim my sleep.

Only a moment later my frustration kicks in and so does the realization that sleep will not come to me. I open my eyes and search out the clock on the bedside table; it reads 7:23. The seven extra minutes of lying in bed is tempting enough to give it a second, and even a third, thought.

Laying my head on the pillow, I roll over to my back. Moving my arms above my head, I hit the headboard and adjust away from it. I space my fingers out, straightening them. Slowly tensing and un-tensing in stages throughout my entire body; yawning as it passes from my upper arms to my back. It rolls from my back to my stomach then through to my legs where my toes curl. Completing the stretch, I release all of my muscles and lower back onto the bed.

Drawing back the covers, I climb out of bed. I trudge over towards the dresser and pull out the second drawer. A couple sets of clothes, underwear, bras, socks and some accessories lay in front of me. Grabbing a piece of clothing for every part of my outfit I wish to wear for the day, I walk into the adjoining bathroom and set it out on the counter. I close the door in a smooth motion.

My eyes close in protest to the brightness of the lights when I turn them on. The full-length mirror in the bathroom depicts a picture of a naked young woman who had a rough night. I draw my eyes up from my scarred thighs. Messed up hair and smeared makeup stare back at me.

Leaning in closer, I examine the part on my head. How had I not noticed so much of my natural red roots coming in? I sigh. I’ll have to buy dye soon.

Moving on, I go through my normal school morning routine; I go to the washroom, wash off dirt and grime in the shower, towel dry, brush my teeth, dress into a clean set of clothes, place my accessories, straighten my hair and apply my makeup. The same mirror now slightly fogged, shows a clean teenager dressed in black knee-high leggings, blue jeans skirt, a V-neck halter top, makeup fully done with accents to match my outfit, hair perfectly straight, and accessories galore.

I unlock the door, open it, and step back into the bedroom. Walking diagonally through the square room to the other door, I open it and head into the hallway, going around the railing to the other side where the entrance to the stairs are. They lead to a space right in between the kitchen and the front room. Halfway down the stairs the sound of everyone in the kitchen travels to my ears.

Miles sits eating the bowl of fruit in front of him. Shale and Darius stand leaning against the fridge and the counter; both with a coffee mug in hand.

Light forest green eyes look up from the table and to my direction. Morning Alexa, says the ginger haired male. I wave over to him then look over to the ones standing in the kitchen.

They look to my direction.

Good morning Alexa. Shale speaks. His bright earrings catch my attention; a carved white feather dangles from each ear.

Lexy, Darius nods as he speaks. His use of my pet name as a greeting, tones more as if he is beckoning me to come to him. Blue eyes draw me in as I walk closer to him.

His softer expression suddenly changes to one harsher. Looking away from me he almost glares at Shale. I can feel my eyebrows draw slightly together from the wonder in his action; Shale wasn’t doing anything.

My stomach reminds me of food as it softly growls. Deciding quickly for a lazy breakfast, I head for the overhead cabinet with the bowls in it. Grabbing one of those, I open a lower cabinet drawer and grab a spoon. Putting the spoon directly into the bowl, I go over to the pantry.

I feel eyes on me as I grab the cereal. Turning around I see the source of the eyes, Darius. Breaking eye contact with him, I go to the table and pour myself some of the sugary cereal into the bowl. Closing the flaps on the box I put it back into the pantry, finish making the cereal and sit down to eat it.

Getting a moment to look around I notice Shale has disappeared. Not getting a moment to think about where he had gone, as Kelly comes from around the corner. Good morning, The bleach blonde has changed her hair since last night. Though she is still bleach blonde she now has black wisps going through her hair.

You changed your hair? It looks nice. Her face brightens up more as I say this to her.

Yes, it does, doesn’t it? I knew it would look great on me. I mean, what doesn’t look good on me? Kelly comes up behind me as I continue to eat my food. That’s kind of a lot of cereal there. The condescending tone rings clear in her voice as she looks over my shoulder. Miles, I need you to take me to school now. I have to get there early today to talk with my math teacher before the other students get there.

Miles looks at Kelly, and he gets up from his seat, taking his bowl to the counter. Gathering Kelly by gently grabbing her hand, he says his goodbye and they disappear around the corner.

Upon Kelly and Miles leaving, I put down my spoon into the bowl still mostly full with cereal. Looking up directly for the digital clock in the stove I note the time; 8:16. I turn my gaze to my boyfriend.

Do you want to leave too? We’ll have to leave soon anyway. It is only about four minutes until we would have to leave on a normal day to reach the school just in time for the bell to ring.

Darius nods to me. He sets his cup into the sink while I stand up from my seat. Setting my seat back under the table in its proper place, take my bowl to the sink and dump everything inside into the sink. Turning on the garburator, I flush the food down the drain.

I head off into the direction Kelly and Miles went. Around the corner and down the hall a bit, I go through the door to the garage. I don’t close the door behind me as Darius is sure to be following.

The truck’s lights flash on and off as I hear the doors unlocking themselves. I open the passenger side and climb up and into my seat. Putting on my seat belt, I then wait for Darius to come in and do the same.

Not much is said between us on the way to school. Not much is normally ever said between us. At the moment, however, the silence may come more from the feeling developing in my head. The morning after alcohol hangover starts to show itself as a hazy mind. Odd that it wasn’t there when I woke up, then again it was only a couple hours ago that we stopped drinking.

Arriving at the school, Darius parks into the closest stall he can find. One of the problems of coming later is the parking stalls are usually mostly filled by this time. I don’t mind this much at all for it only takes a few more seconds to walk the farther distance.

Darius walks slightly in front of me as we approach the door. He opens the door for himself, more like throwing it open and immediately let’s go after he’s through. I grab the door as it closes in front of me; I open it a bit before following him through.

Regaining my steps beside, and yet slightly behind him, we retrace our normal morning steps. We walk down the one hallway, turning into another and finally walking into the cafeteria.

Immediately spotting Miles sitting at the table in the corner, both Darius and I go to him. I take a seat. Miles looks at me with a curious look on his face. You’re looking a little green, are you alright?

I think I’m a little hung over. Correcting my posture and taking in a deep breath, I try to chase the look of being green away.

Would you like some water? He asks.

No thanks. I’m good. A slight smile and widening to my eyes, I hope is enough to convince him. It doesn’t work. Miles pushes his seat back and stands up all in once smooth move.

He walks through one of the two open glass doors and talks to one of the ladies in the kitchen. She disappears around a corner for a second before reappearing with a bottle of water. Miles takes the bottle with a nod. He walks back over to me placing the bottle in front of me. Drink up. It will help.

I take a sip of the cold water before looking to where Darius should have been. Looking around me he isn’t anywhere in sight. I hadn’t noticed him leaving.

He left just after you sat down. Probably had to go talk to a teacher or something. How’s your head? Miles asks.

Immediately, I resign any attempts at bringing the topic away from my health; knowing that I wouldn’t win anyway. It’s mornings like this that make me think that it might be time to join you and let everyone else drink.

The best cure for a hangover is to not drink in the first place. Miles jokes to me.

At his answer, I give him the best ‘I am not impressed’ look I can conjure up. That’s like saying the best way not to get pregnant is to not have sex. Or the best way not to get a sunburn is to never go into the sunlight.

Or the best way to not get a grass stain is to never go near grass. A small genuine smile grows on my face. Burrowing my face into my hands on the table I shake my head. Here, let me try something. Give me one of your hands. I raise my head.

The request, although weird, intrigues me enough to do it. Giving him my right hand, he takes it in one of his. He places my hand palm side down on his hand and then put his other hand in between my thumb and pointer finger. Miles then squeezes the area right in between those two fingers.

My mind focuses only on the warmth of the hand undermine and the pressure in my hand. The two feelings combined start a sort of electric tingling. When he lets go everything stops and my mind focuses on my surroundings. The end of a shrill ring of the bell tells me it’s time to go to class.

Well, best to be off to our classes now. He gathers a book bag he had hanging from the back of his chair and heads off swiftly.

Standing up, I turn to head off to my first class. My head doesn’t hurt anymore. What did Miles do to me? Something with pressure points, I’m sure. I should ask him about it later. He’s all into the naturalistic health stuff, but as odd as it is sometimes, it may be useful if it cures hangovers that quickly.

Going down the hall and in through a set of doors, I go upstairs and through another set of doors leading into the girls change room. Finding my locker in the second row I set about opening it.

Not remembering the actual combination, I turn the dial to around the numbers I think it is. The guess is fine, as the lock has leeway from use. The lock opens and in turn, I take off the lock and open the locker.

I take out my gym shoes and then my gym clothes putting them on the bench behind me. Proceeding to change quickly as a couple of the other stragglers do the same. Finishing up, I put all my clothes into the locker and lock it shut.

Walking around the corner and through the door, I hurry down the stairs and through another door across the one that leads to the hallway. Coming into the gym, I see everyone gathered on the bleachers still chatting about whatever to their friends. With no coach insight, the normal order of everyone set up in a line alphabetically isn’t there.

Looking around, I can’t find Darius anywhere. I sit down on the bleachers and wait for either Darius to show or the coach to start the class.

All around me, people continue to go on with their conversations. Every once in a while, however, I can feel people glance in my direction. The assumption that at least one conversation has turned to me is backed up with a slight whisper of my name. Each class, at lunch, every moment in school is filled with people who can’t keep to their own business.

I look over to the direction where my name came from. The source of it could be one of four people. Turning back, I ignore them. Taking, instead, to biting my thumbnail.

The sound of the creaking gym door quietens most of the people. Its noise is the tell-tale sign that the coach is here.

Coach Renner walks up to the center of the mass of students with a clipboard in his hand. Alright, let’s get through this, run for five minutes, stretch then we can get to playing our last class of volleyball. The coach looks over the class. He runs through his class list; calling out names of people who aren’t there or he doesn’t see right away. Alexa? Good to see you actually attending class today. Michelle... Sean... Darius. He looks in my direction. It must be my lucky day. Both Alexa and Darius attending my class at the same time.

Missed you too Coach. Darius’ voice comes from behind me. Turning around I find him sitting right behind me on the bleachers. Going over the past few minutes quickly in my head I can’t remember or figure out when he had gotten there.

People start uprooting themselves from the bleachers and start running around the outer lines on the gym floor. Following them, I get up and start running; more of a fast jog. Darius comes up beside me almost immediately, and we run at the pace I set, passing a lot of people, some more than once, during the five minutes.

The shrill whistle signals everyone to stop. Slowing down from a run to a slow walk in only five meters, my legs burn, as