Emilia keeps her face forward. She doesn’t react to my words at all: not even a little bit. What the hell? I thought that would at least get something out of her, but it doesn’t. She just keeps stepping forward, one foot at a time, and moving down the hall.
I glance down at her. She’s smaller than me. She’s by no means petite. Nope, she’s tall for a girl, but not as tall as me, and she’s slender. Puberty was kind to her. Her heavy, perky tits seem to draw my attention no matter what she’s wearing. It’s not really fair, but even now, I’m drawn to them. When I’m not being careful, she invades my thoughts, and I’ve jerked off to the idea of sucking those sweet nipples on more than one occasion.
“No, you didn’t have a meeting?” I ask.
Again, she ignores me, walking like I’m not touching her. She doesn’t even acknowledge that I’m with her. We walk down the hallway. A few upper-classmen turn to look at me. One guy raises an eyebrow, but is smart enough not to say anything. I’m a senior now. We both are. Even though we’re 18 now, our rivalry is far from over, and everyone knows I’ve despised Emilia since middle school.
She’s pissing me off with her inattention to me, though. I’m speaking to her, dammit. She needs to answer me.
“Hey,” I finally snap. I pull my arm away, grab her wrist, and yank her down an empty side hallway. This hallway holds mostly storage closets and a couple of administrative rooms. We aren’t going to be disturbed here. “I’m speaking to you.”
“Gavin, fuck off,” she says, trying to push me away, but I’m pissed now, and I grab her wrists and pin them over her head and against the wall. I step forward, pressing my body against her. Anyone walking by will think we’re fooling around, but we’re not. When it comes to Emilia Riley, I never mess around.
“Oh, little Emmie,” I lean in, whispering in her ear. My breath is hot against her skin, and I’m pressing against her. She can definitely feel my hard cock against her belly. There’s no way she can miss it. I’m pretty sure that Emilia is a virgin, but even she knows what this means. She knows I’m turned on by this fight. I’m fucking aroused as hell and as much as I hate her, I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to slide my cock deep inside of her tight little pussy and just lose myself there.
The childhood nickname proves to be too much for Emilia, though, and she shakes her head.
“What do you want?” She asks. Her voice is thick, choked. She’s going to start crying again. I need to make this fast.
“I want you to give me back everything you’ve stolen,” I hiss.
“I haven’t taken anything,” she says.
“You’ve taken everything,” I spit out. “Everything.”
“Gavin, I didn’t know what they were doing,” she whispers.
“Your father did.”
“Well, your dad did, too!” She says, shoving me, and I’m suddenly surprised by this change of demeanor in her. I’m detecting something that’s not meek or quiet in little Emilia. Now when I look at her eyes, I realize she’s not feeling weak or scared.
She’s feeling pissed.
Shit.
“You aren’t the only one who lost something that day, Gavin.”
“I-”
“No,” she shakes her head and pokes me in the chest with a finger. She pokes me fucking hard. That shit hurts! “You listen to me. I’ve been listening to bitch and whine for the past five years and you know what? I’m tired of it, Gavin. I have nothing else to give you. You’ve taken everything from me. Everything. I know you’ve chased off my dates.”
True, but those guys were dicks, anyway. I hold myself fully responsible for keeping Emilia from having any sort of social life. Anytime someone so much as hints at an interest in her, I make it clear what’s going to happen to them if they pursue something. Emilia doesn’t deserve to find happiness, even if it’s for one night.
“And I know you’ve shared the picture,” she whispers. She shakes her head. “But this rivalry?” She says. “This ends now. I am tired of you, Gavin. I did you a fucking favor today. I didn’t tell Principal Davis what you did because it would be the end of your academic career. The chances of you playing any sport at any college are going to fucking disappear if they find out you bullied me online. They take cyber bullying super seriously here. You’re an idiot if you don’t realize that.”
Cyber bullying?
It was just a picture.
Or maybe it was more than that.
Suddenly, I feel sick. I hadn’t thought about that. I hadn’t thought about the possibility of getting caught, or what the legal ramifications of such a move would be.
But she did.
Emilia thought of them.
She shakes her head at me, like she’s so completely disappointed and devastated she can’t think straight.