Chapter 13: Lisa

“Go to class, I’ll be fine.” I smiled at Tanya as she hesitated once again about leaving me alone. Ever since I came back to the dorm yesterday, she’d been looking after me like Florence Nightingale, making sure she took care of my every need. I had only sprained my ankle, and I could do things by myself. Well, maybe not everything because I didn’t want to put weight on my foot, but I wasn’t completely useless, either.

“I’ve sprained my ankle, it’s not a broken bone. Seriously, go to class!”

“Why, because your boyfriend will be looking after you today?” she teased as there was a knock at the door, and I wondered if she was right. Was Dane really going to be looking after me for the next two weeks?

“No, he’s got practice and class. He has an exam this week, so he’s pretty occupied; besides, I told you, he’s not my boyfriend.”

I’d told her what the doctor said, and she’s been teasing me ever since. I realized as I recited Dane’s schedule that I sounded like I was his girlfriend. He had detailed his movements today and said if he didn’t show up, then that was the reason. I couldn’t deal with another rejection from him, and what Penny had done was playing heavily on my mind. I had to stay focused. I couldn’t think of anything else but making sure I did well in UCLA, cheerleading, and my work at the library.

Shoot! I forgot to tell them that I couldn’t make it in today, and to let them know what happened with my ankle.

Tanya opened the door, and it wasn’t Dane on the other side, but Bianca, one of the cheerleaders.

She smiled as she walked in. “Hey, just seeing if you’re alright and if Tanya’s ready to go to class.” Bianca’s dark eyes lit up as she played around with her blond locks. She always played with her hair, even during practice, and Tanya said it was a sign of nerves, as if she was anxious all the time.

“Thanks for checking on me, Bianca. I’m fine. Just want to rest.”

Tanya slammed the door shut, which surprised me, because I thought they were heading to class. Then again, I don't get why Bianca was asking, because they can't have classes together; after all, Bianca is a senior and Tanya only a freshman.

“Good. It’s just after what Penny did, because of Fiona… Well, I just wanted you to know that we don’t want her on the squad anymore,” Bianca said, and I realized Dane was right. Penny had done it on purpose, and it didn’t make me feel any better knowing it wasn’t an accident.

“Us women need to be kinder to each other, not crueler,” Bianca chimed as she clapped her hands together. She was the chirpy one, the voice of encouragement on the team.

Penny said that it used to irritate Fiona. “How can someone be happy all the time?” Fiona used to whine. I didn’t care; seeing her smiley face put a smile on mine for sure.

I nodded and smiled at her in agreement. Tanya passed her, came up to me and gently kissed me on the head, like a mother would do to her child. I’d only known Tanya a short length of time, but she’d shown me more compassion than some people I knew at high school for years.

It dawned on me like a fucking curse, about what Dane had said was the difference between rich people and poor people. I wouldn’t exactly say we were poor, but when I sat in class and looked at some students with the latest Gucci pants, and some had the Virtue Signature Cobra phone, I saw the difference. Those were things I used to have, and didn’t blink twice at, and now it felt like such a luxury even having an iPhone. It was nothing compared to the Signature, it had way fewer features. Everything about my past and taking things for granted started to haunt me, making me realize I’d taken things for granted so many times and never batted a damn eyelash, because back then, I was one of the bitches. Memories I’d created about being rich and nice disappeared, because the reality was that I wasn’t nice. I wasn’t as innocent as I’d made myself out to be. I’d told some girls that they didn’t belong at parties and made fun of them as they squirmed out. I’d classed them as being low lives for trying to sneak in. It didn’t matter who they were to me; they didn’t have designer clothes or their houses were the same size as our garage. I remember when I was with my best friend at the time, Sarah, and I pointed out a girl, mocking that she had cheap crap on. We laughed and humiliated the poor girl.

We didn’t have one house, we had several, and I used to gloat that we could stay at one of our pads during the summer. We had a house in the Bahamas, one in Thailand—which we rarely visited—and an apartment in Paris, and I just had to ask Daddy for the keys. Dad. The man who I used to look up to, but then discovered who he really was.

I was popular, rich, and skinny… well, in everyone’s eyes I was because I was rich. It was amazing how things turned once I became poor; all of a sudden, I’d turned fat—something no one had commented on before. I wasn’t exactly a size zero back then, but no one cared because I had money.

“Earth to Lisa, you okay?” Tanya was waving her hands in front of my eyes to take me from the trance in which I’d gone into as I thought about my past and the ugliness it really was about, not the fake reality I’d created in my mind.

Bianca sighed. “Oh no, maybe she hurt her head. She doesn’t look too good; all the color has gone out of her face.”

I shook my head. “Sorry, I was miles away. Look, you guys go. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ve got everything I need here.”

Tanya smiled as she hesitated walking across the room to grab her bag.

“You sure?”

I threw my pillow at her. “Stop fussing. Seriously, it is just a twisted ankle. I’ll stay in today, maybe tomorrow, and then I’ll go to class with my crutches. I can move around, just not as fast as I’m used to.”

Bianca laughed. “One thing’s for sure, your arms are okay.”

Tanya grabbed the pillow off the floor and said, “You need anything, we’re a phone call away. Okay?”

As she handed me the pillow, I said to her, “Go to class, please!”

Then they shut the door, and I thought I could go to sleep since the painkillers seemed to be doing their work, and like the nurse warned, they were making me feel a little drowsy. I thought about going online to get some of my classwork done, but my eyes were growing heavy. My professor told me that when they were in quarantine a few years ago, they set-up cameras in the classes for students who had to go into isolation, and I could log on if need be. I had a whole twenty minutes until I needed to log on, and all I could think about was when Dane was going to finish class and come see me before popping in for practice.

I had to make some kind of effort. Usually, I would shower and be out in a few minutes, but now with the bandage and everything else, it was difficult—near enough impossible—and there was nothing to help me in the shower.

My phone chimed and I looked at the message before standing up and trying to attempt a better rub down then I had done this morning. I didn’t smell or anything, but I’d been in bed so long, in the same damn pjs from last night, I didn’t want Dane to see me like this. As for classes, I would log on and just not use the camera. No one needed to see that I was logging into classes from my bed.

-What are you doing?

-Trying to have a quick rub down before my class.

I pressed the send button on WhatsApp, and then I tried to erase the message, but I was too late. He’d read it as I tried to stop him reading it.

-Shit. You’re trying to get me in trouble. You’re making me hard in class.

I couldn’t help but continue to play this game. I smiled and slumped back down on the bed. Trying to stand and tease him was too much for me to do, and I was feeling giddy about knowing what a simple text was doing to him.

-How hard? You want me?

-You have no idea how much control it took not to take you last night.

-Don’t control yourself next time.

-Don’t worry… I won’t.

His promise made me wet as soon as I read the message. No more was I worried about class. I lay down on the bed, removing all thoughts of hurrying up to log on to class. Dane’s hard cock was on my mind. He was in class, thinking about all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. Maybe being injured had given him a change of heart. He was so concerned, but then the idea of me being in bed, even if it wasn’t with him, made him horny.

I rested my head on the pillow and slowly lifted my legs onto the bed, then I slipped my fingers in between my legs. “Arrh,” I purred as I thought about his hands over my body. I carefully started to remove my panties with one hand until they reached my knees, and then I started to take off my shirt with the other as my hand roamed over my body. Touching myself didn’t feel exciting as it did right now, imaging Dane’s hazel eyes admiring every curve of it.

I could imagine him smirking and my hand twisting in his dark hair as he admired it. I touched the large globe in my hand, squeezing my nipple gently, imagining it was his hand that was doing the movement.

“Hmm,” I rasped as I became fascinated with the sensation of my hands in so many places, including my breasts. I’d never touched myself like this, even with my ex. The idea of his hands over me was always fast and furious, with only one thing in mind, fucking me.

He made it clear as soon as we turned sixteen, his mission was to have my virginity—and it was as if he became obsessed with it. I told him I was waiting for prom night, and after he heard the news and worried about prom night, he decided to move on to my best friend—who had happily taken him in. She’d wanted him for so long, I’d even caught her flirting with him a couple of times. I toyed with her, saying she could have all the money in the world, but not my man. Boy, was I wrong.

My fingers stroked over my nipples and my hips jerked. No more was I ashamed about touching myself or the fact that I was skipping class. I’d decided Dane would never treat me the way that my ex had done. No, he would want me for being me. Not caring I’d been holding on to my V-card as if it was a treasure.

If Dane were here, I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He would be sucking on my nipples with his velvety soft lips and the sensual brush of his teeth. My hand slipped deeper into my pussy.

My finger was met with another in my opening. My eyes closed as it sank even deeper into my folds.

I began to groan even louder with pleasure. The intensity ignited something inside me, a kind of deep-seated desire I’d never known before, and it scared and excited me at the same time. He was doing more to me than anyone had ever done. He was claiming me.

My muscles clenched tighter as my body began to stretch and tremble with new pleasure. My body started to shake and jerk as I brought myself to climax. I’d never felt like this before—the visual was too much and I’d been filled with so much pleasure. I didn’t realize I was on the edge. My head was arched at the back of the pillow as I felt release, not once, but twice.

I licked my dry lips as I opened my eyes and my reality shone upon me. I was alone in my room, Dane wasn’t here. I wanted him so badly, I caught my breath and decided that I would lie down and enjoy this ride.