Senior Year Memories Ch. 46

Feeling the anger still flowing, even if it wasn't with as hot a voice as it had before, I said, "I don't want this to get easier."

"Then what do you want?" she asked, continuing to gently pat me on the back.

"Right now?" I pondered. "Revenge."

Olivia thought about this, still patting me on the back. "Revenge is nice, and certainly fun, but this isn't the time to figure out a way of cumming on Micah's face. This is a time to cool down and take your win."

Standing back up unsteadily, I said, "It's your win, really. I wouldn't have been able to do this without you. Thank you... Olivia. Thank you, so much. I don't know how much I owe you."

"Oh, you owe me plenty, but I'm in no hurry to collect," she said, a faint smirk at the edge of her lips.

This was normally a look from her that I would have treasured, but my mind in its disorder wasn't ready to feel good yet. I felt like I had just narrowly avoided getting hit by a car, and now more than anything, I wanted to make that driver pay. I didn't know the punishment for bullying, but if he had managed to truly sell the charges to Principal Carpenter, it felt like it could have gotten bad. *Really* bad. He would have tried to burn my life to the ground simply because I was sleeping with girls he viewed as "his," and I knew that if I didn't do anything about it, he wouldn't quit.

"So, you've got that unusually focused look on your face now that makes me think you're still thinking about Micah," Olivia said, following my gaze back in the direction of the principal's office. "You and I both know that he's not worth your time, and that an attention whore like motherfucking Micah Burke wants you to be thinking about him even when he's not around. That's how a bitch like him wins. So don't give him that satisfaction, you just go and keep being *you*, kick ass in class, write some great articles, fuck one or all of your girlfriends, but whatever you do, *don't* let Micah cross your mind even once."

My blood boiling, I still found it difficult to listen to Olivia, "But he-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Olivia said, shaking her head and grabbing either side of my head, pulling me in for a kiss.

If she was looking to distract me, well that was mission accomplished. As her full lips pressed against mine, I could feel the world around me melt away for a moment, that hot anger cooling as I was taken away for a moment by a different heat. My problems didn't disappear, but they certainly felt much further away as she pressed her lips against mine, sucking gently and probing my mouth with the tip of her tongue. Soon I couldn't help but kiss her back, routing my anger into this kiss and suddenly feeling grounded.

Almost as soon as she'd begun kissing me, Olivia broke the kiss, looking at me with those lovely hazel eyes with an almost intellectual curiosity.

"Are you back?" she asked me, licking and pursing her lips in case she needed to do this again.

"I'm..." I said, considering. "Mostly. I'm mostly back. Mostly here. Thanks."

"I'll do that again if I have to, fair warning," Olivia said, a faint hint of amusement in her voice.

"That a promise?" I asked, craning my neck to look back in the direction of the principal's office again, albeit more jokingly.

Grabbing my chin, she made sure I was looking her in the eye. "As I said, that's a warning, and one I don't make lightly. I want you to promise me that you're not going to let Micah Burke ruin your day. Fuck, I don't want you to let him ruin *anything* for you. That bastard doesn't deserve a win, no matter how small or irritating."

I licked my lips, considering, but then untensed my body, nodding softly. "I'll... I can promise that I'll try."

"Cool," Olivia replied, though it didn't seem like anything could be cool to her right now. "Because I meant what I said. If I hear that Micah Burke so much as got you to raise your voice again today, I won't have any choice but to do that again."

She said this with a kind of deadpan that I genuinely could not tell if she meant that facetiously or not, but with my wits about me enough right now, I knew better than to tease someone who had just helped me out of what could have been a serious jam.

Raising my hand, I said, "I promise I won't let Micah ruin my day."

Clearly skeptical, but unable to offer anything else, Olivia simply nodded again and said, "Good."

***

As promises went, I think Olivia and I both knew that this would be a difficult one to keep, and once lunch had ended and it was back to class, I couldn't help but let Micah's stupid, smug face float to the forefront of my focus again. I didn't let the rage take me over again, and did manage to make it through my last classes without even raising my voice, but as the day went on I found it more difficult to focus, that anger lingering and manifesting as some rather violent margin doodles in my notebooks.

The end of the school day couldn't come quickly enough, honestly. There was nothing I wanted more than to go home, take off my shoes and spend the evening with my girlfriends, but life wasn't meant to be that simple. Between Brooke and Sarah having cheer practice and Josie needing to go to a family dinner, I was biking home alone and in a reasonably foul mood.

Dad wasn't home when I got there, not that that was much of a surprise, but after I parked my bike in the garage and headed inside, ditching my shoes by the door, I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't alone. Call it one of those primal instinct moments, but I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise with the feeling of potential threat. Of course, I had friends who could have snuck in here for any number of probably sex-related reasons (Kaitlyn or Alice or Jennifer immediately came to mind), but with the way my day had been going, it was probably some asshole like Micah or Kyle.

I set my backpack by the garage and walked quietly and cautiously through the house, one of my fists balled as I searched around for whatever possible invader I might have to deal with.

I didn't have to search very long, as an annoyed, if undeniably sultry voice, spoke up the moment I stepped into the living room.

"It's about time; do you have any idea how long I've been waiting here for you?"

Looking at the girl sitting on the couch, I sighed heavily. Fortunately, it wasn't Micah or Kyle, but seeing 18-year-old Faith Serrano sitting on my couch didn't fill me with that same thrill I usually got out of seeing a sexy girl sitting unexpectedly in my home.

And it is worth underlining, Faith was stunning. The 5'9" Latina beauty had smooth, light brown skin and the kind of long, silky black hair that you'd want to spend some time running your fingers through, most of which fell behind her back save for strategic curtains that framed her face and ran over her upper chest. She had a face that was so sharp and angular that modeling seemed her destiny, with expressive brown eyes (lightly but distinctly made up with a dark eyeliner and eyeshadow today) and full lips painted a dark, seductive crimson. Her lithe body was held in a slinky black dress that conformed perfectly to her, with a skirt short enough to show off her long, toned legs and cut low enough in the front to impressive cleavage for a girl who most likely rocked a C-cup.

On any other day, this look would have been utterly seductive and turned me on in a heartbeat, but between my existing mood and that look of bitchy scorn on her face, it had... well, I won't exactly call it the *opposite* effect, but close.

Sighing again, I shook my head softly. "We really gotta do something about that hide-a-key."

Faith had a reputation of being the biggest bitch in the drama club, and the way that dark irritation swam over her beautiful face, I understood intimately that this reputation was well-earned.

Standing up from the couch, she said, "I've come here to see you on my own time, my own *valuable* time, dressed to kill, and all you have to comment on is how poorly hidden your front door key is?"

While her voice was normally every bit as silky and smooth as her hair, the bitchy whine it took on as she raised her voice was sharp and deflating. As she stood up, I realized that she was wearing heels, no doubt to help her stand taller than me and intimidate. I wasn't intimidated, but I couldn't deny it was a good look on her.

"Do you often commit breaking and entering on your own 'valuable' time?" I asked, keeping my tone snide.

Faith's eyes widened, annoyed. "If you had gotten around to interviewing me like the other girls up for Audrey, like you were supposed to, I wouldn't have had to resort to desperate measures like this!"

"I was getting around to you," I shot back.

"Were you, though?" she accused, barking a laugh.

Alright, maybe she had a point there.

Arrogantly, she continued, "Yes, I thought not. I can hardly blame you, really; I know I intimidate a lot of people, especially guys. Or maybe after you made your rounds with the other girls, you decided to save the best for last?"

Faith was rather shameless, and on another day, I might have even appreciated that, but this wasn't any other day.

I shook my head. "I'm not in the mood, Faith... I've had a day. But if you want to set something up for tomorrow, I think I can accommodate-"

"No," Faith said, her voice sharp and firm.

It took me a second to fully understand how she'd responded, and when I did, I asked in disbelief, "No?"

"No," she said easily. "I'm here now. I've made the time. I've come to you. I'll answer whatever questions you have if you *actually* have any questions, but since you and I both understand how this really works when you come to interview a starlet wanting to win a leading role, I've come prepared."

"I..."

I was about to say "I don't know what you're talking about", but since my sexcapades with the girls of the Drama Club seemed well known at this point, I decided not to rely on a lie that was that lame.

Instead, I said something that was technically true, "I actually *am* interviewing everyone I'm sent to interview."

This was not the strongest argument I could have made, and one that Faith saw through quickly as she sauntered on over toward me. "Yes, I'm sure you are... and what about *after* you're done with the interview?"

Well, oftentimes the interviewing portion had happened after sex, but I got her point. That, and she was making one hell of a play for me, I had to admit, and on pretty much any other day it might have even worked, but considering where my mood was now...

"I don't have the time for this, Faith," I said.

"I do," she shot back quickly. "I've got the time, and the opportunity, and we all know that I'm going to win the part anyway and that you'll have to get an interview with me then, so why not get it now?"

"You getting it isn't set in stone," I replied, eyeing her with some interest as she approached me.

Faith smirked at me confidently. As smirks went, it was admittedly attractive, but that smug superiority behind hers didn't do anything for my mood in the moment.

"You know what, you might be right, but *might* only goes so far. The other three girls are undeniably talented, and attractive, as you no doubt know about as well as any other smooth-talking Regan Hills High lothario, but *none* of them hold a candle to me. I am head and shoulders above the three of them as an actress and singer; when they take to the stage, they perform. When I am on stage, I *command*. Mrs. Harker doesn't just give me the role because she knows she has to do tryouts and ensure that everyone who auditions gets a chance, but at the end of the day, *I'm* the only option," she continued, slowly approaching me with a slinky, seductive stride.

"Then if you're that certain, why are you here? You don't need me for any of that, Faith. Not if you've got it that wrapped up," I said.

Faith shook her head, laughing softly to herself. "Because those girls got something that I didn't. They got your time and your attention and your words to put in the paper. I know a local high school paper's interview means next to nothing, but let's be honest: I'm a greedy bitch and I hate it when someone else has something that I want."

She'd strolled up to within almost arm's reach of me, better allowing her to look down on me in her elevated stance.

"But more than that, I'm not a fool," she continued, smiling slyly. "I know that you and Olivia are Mrs. Harker's special 'helpers', the ones who give her an 'outside perspective' to find truth in performance and all that pompous bullshit that she likes to talk about. I know that, somehow, your voices mean something, and that while Olivia can become a brick wall with a thought, you can be... persuaded, when the right pressures are applied."

Faith leaned over ever so slightly, giving me a rather delectable look at her cleavage. While she may not have had the assets of some of the girls I'd been with lately, she knew what to do with what she had. I couldn't take that away from her. Her raw femininity and confidence had done enough to stir my erection in my pants, which nearly distracted me away from my lingering anger over the Micah situation, but only so much.

"Sounds like you've got it all figured out, don't you?" I asked, keeping my voice low and noncommittal.

"Don't I?" she asked, smiling as if she'd already won.

Shaking my head lightly, I turned away from her and chuckled. I couldn't see the look on her face, but I imagined that it was pretty fucking priceless when I did that.

"You caught me on the wrong day, Faith," I continued. "The wrong *fucking* day."

Annoyed, Faith started, "Nobody's ever-"

I interrupted her. "Micah tried to get me in trouble today. Maybe suspended. Maybe even worse, who knows? Did you know that? No, you wouldn't have any reason to, would you? Even if it had hit the gossip grapevine, you're too damn self-involved to care to keep an ear out. Thankfully, Micah's own idiocy and the intervention of a certain someone got me off the hook, but it's done little to improve my mood. I've spent the latter half of this day first terrified, then pissed... fuck, I even told off Principal Carpenter, something I never in a million years thought would be possible. You'd think my own absolution and the catharsis of yelling and watching the guy who tried to get me in trouble take some trouble of his own instead would have been enough to improve my general temperament, but it hasn't. I'm still in a foul *fucking* mood, and I doubt you'd want to see what I could do in a state like this, because I can't recall ever having been quite this mad before. Your interview, let alone any extracurricular activities past that point, would suffer for my mood. I don't want that for you, and I doubt *you* want that for you, so for your own safety and my own mental health, why don't you take a hike and we'll revisit the interview subject at a later time."

I like to think it was impressive how level I was able to keep my temper as I gave her that little speech, and by Faith's silence as she stood behind me, I thought my message had gotten across. Hell, if I were in her shoes, I'd have left then and there without looking back.

Faith didn't move an inch, however. She was quite close to me by this point, close enough that I could hear her breathing, and that it had increased as she listened to my speech. It might have been fear, but it didn't sound like panicked breathing... no, there was something else to it that I was intimately familiar with, even if I couldn't pinpoint it in that moment.

"I... I don't believe you," Faith said, her challenging tone wavering slightly.

Behind those words, I could make sense of that shakiness in her tone and knew that it wasn't fear. Try as I might not to overthink the situation, I couldn't help but feel some primal excitement about what it actually meant.

"What's there not to believe?" I asked, trying to keep my tone even, even though it certainly took on a more threatening sound as I tried to glean more information on what she was trying to do.

Her breathing still quite a bit faster than it had been previously, Faith continued, "I don't believe you've got that kind of rage in you. You're not the type. Oh, sure, you've got some of that skinny white boy former-incel energy going on inside of you, and you could probably lose your shit if someone beat you in... well, whatever a nerd like you does in his free time, but I don't think you have it in you to make good on a promise like that. I think you're too nice, and all this talk? It's just talk. You don't fucking have it in you to take this shit out on me no matter what I do."

Faith kept her tone bitchy and confident, but there was more to it than just that, enough that my anger legitimately faltered for a moment.

To confirm my suspicions, I slowly turned around to face her. While she was still undeniably bitchy-looking, some of that arrogance had left her face, replaced by a strange sort of interest. Her breathing had quickened and she was slightly flush, and looking down... fuck, I could swear I saw her nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her dress. While I couldn't doubt that Faith Serrano had come here with the possibility of seducing me to get what she wanted certainly on the table, by the look of faint surprise hiding in her excitement, I was willing to bet that she hadn't considered the possibility that there was anything here that might actually turn her on.

Was my anger and tough talk actually doing something for her? I had known some particularly bitchy girls who got off on indulging their submissive sides while they tried to get my blood up, and that sex with them had been some of the most intense sexual experiences I'd ever partaken in. Could Faith be one of those girls, too?

Cautiously, I tested the waters on this while still giving her an out if that was what she wanted. "You don't want to do this today."

"And you're just trying to talk tough so you can get out of having to interview me because you think I'm a bitch," Faith replied quickly, grinning.

"Stop this, and leave..." I threatened.

She forced a smirk. "Fuck no. You're either going to interview me, or I'll seduce you, those are the only ways this can end. You haven't got it in you to make a move or make good on this whole bad boy thing you're trying to force, and you- "HEY!"

Her exclamation was cut off as I grabbed her by the shoulders and practically slammed her into the nearest wall. She gasped in surprise at the suddenness of this, looking at me slightly dazed, before that bitchy indignation took over.

"You... what the fuck?" she spat out.

"You come into my home without permission when I'm having the worst fucking day I've had in a *very* long time, I warn you about this, I give you every chance to realize how bad an idea this is, and you persist. You persist in playing this seductress role because you think it'll get you what you want when all it does is make you look like more of a manipulative, and frankly *desperate*, bitch and... and... you do all this, and you're surprised when I'm a little rough with you?" I said, only barely holding back my seething anger.

And there it was. That softening in her face, that look of submission as her lips parted and she let out a slow, pleased sigh.

I loosened my grip on her shoulders.

Softly, Faith said, "I'm sorry... I... I didn't know what your day was like when I came here."

I let go of her completely now. "No. No you didn't. So, I'll ask you again... do you really want to stay for an interview when I'm like this?"

Faith stood there, clearly considering this for some time. I could see her face running through the full gamut of emotions over this, her eyes darting to the door briefly, then to my face. A small smile almost formed, but then she looked down and away from me, fully submissive.