Chapter 21

"She is there..."

"Where ?"

"There, beside that black haired boy!"

"Oh , I heard that she was staying with her pen friend"

"So, She was not kidnapped ?"

"Nolan was saying that She was working as a stripper ...."

"Oh man, that means, She got a real horn, everything was fake? from her missing to kidnapping lol, Graves is hitting to get win in her bike tournament."

"Did Lockhart fall for that black haired boy ?"

"I think , they are fuck buddies!"

"If they had been fucking each other, than she got her claws into a hotness, man ! That boy got an V shape and packed Abs , isn't his abdomen is like of Roman Reigns..."

"He is a Forensics scholar ....new transfer !!"

"But , something is going on between the Valentina and That Hulky Hood "

"Hulky Hoods, Seriously ! After that Senator's son K , you are naming a new weird name."

People were whispering , into ears to ears .....and everything was audible to me, each and every vocals...but I choose to ignore them, but they were kinda! Disturbing, seriously Fuck buddy!!", this morning Juana gave me a ride in her Dakar Rally, but she said that she and other bikers are doing practice racing on the tracks, So she will be direct attending the class,

I m really frustrated , and I want to teach each of them a good lesson, a lesson that won't be a less than a lesser, I m pushing up my chest and locker....My life was with all stipulations ...it is tagged by some limits and god knows some random throw backs people into my personal fields, I m pushing up throw Janet's closet , checking the checkered pathway , I followed from the hallway to the modern Tiffany accessories, the woods seemed some dark brown , the students are gazing me...And Leigh is nowhere to be found ...I think He stayed away, may be a good man ? A man with mortician attitude ...why all churchyard like fumes , I smell from him, If I can't jump from my ex to the present ...there's no storehouse for future...I m bounded ....arghh!! These four walls beside me always are a great sore in my eyes...I hate all of them, the people , the life and the K!

I took out my planner, gritting an HB pencil between my molars, and focusing on the planner, my eagle eyes are watching and battling their lashes from the days to periods to faculties and to the tenure..it was Monday today...oh! So a Monday fever ...which lecture is our first ! My fingers trailed their freaking nails from bottom to corner, while the pencil was still pressed between my perfect teeth, my platinum heart pendant is glistening over the light sunlight , which is coming from the back side of open ventilator,

My brown hairs had been fixed to up do bun, and it is really messy , I had wore a jeans jacket .. A denim blur blue , no difference and I know they are hating me because on the current top list of hot gossips, I was been in top...I m not indulge ...did I look like the one? Hell I do !

"Are you hiding behind the lockers now, Miss Lockhart ?" I jumped from my planner and my mouth hurt a lot as the pencil fixed between my jaw was struck and stressed behind the middle.....and My only eyes met with his hazel ones....Oh the devious Demon of my life....

Its none other than,

Ryan Vaughan... K....

"At least its not your cottage ! I guess Mr. Vaughan ..." I said not breaking the eye contact, I may flinch but I don't want to loose my prowess ....He was the same and its been three month, the same men, nothing changed , we are both gaping at each other like a sex deprived , and I can catch the sexy smile which was more than a dangerous smirk for me....

Mind said , just leave the place and I really wanted to !! But as you know legs had their own mind and they don't mind standing here, checking at his new black Teflon jacket with small batches of ships and cannons imprinted on it, beneath the coat, he had thrown a grey T-shirt and and he had his sneakers , this time no hoodie ? I wanted to check him more , but I refrained  myself, I just stipulated my maladroitness towards him, because I knew that I can't forget him, his aura, his deep forestry cologne, his chiseled shape jaw ..his tanned Indian like skin , his 6 feet clock towering figure and his claws through which he can captured Mr, he can tightened me under his weight ...my heart is frogging like when he is just pushing me...like this ...now I see no back turning , it is just me and just him...he is holding his smirk, and I know his eyes are feeding things in his database .

His long fingers are tracing their unforgiving taunting needs over my body, he is pushing my buttons and I know , that he knew when to make me stand on knees and beg for his attentions, his tiredness is flirting with his cockiness and his collar up button shirt is mingling with my black bra ....I m licking and he is peeling it rough, I m squeaking under his gaze ...

" So that Punk was the all best crap you could find after Having me ?" His manly , not manly but his overly sex dripping mouth taunted me and he smacked my soul with his butt slapping words.

"Excuse me ....what are you a caramelized hot chocolate? And what do you mean by Having me? " I reminded myself that he was the same man who had left me alone at 2:am at Slieve Croob , alone ! Like a dead man I was standing there ...like a ghost ...I really don't know , that how can the people pretend that they did nothing ,  when they had done something very much unforgiving thing. And he is that much worst gliding on my face, pulling the past rugs over my heads .....

"A delusional one ! My Missed Lockhart.....You can't just conked out from me to that Buttswipe, I may be a hot caramelized chocolate but never mind ....I m not jealous either ....enjoy your latest feast, because I came with my one..." And with this he winked at me,  he threatened me by drawing circles on my exposed area of chest ...which was heaving like a swinging tower, up and down and down and up and we are stuck ...

He pinned my both the hands to the wall , and pressed his lower abdomen to my vaginal section, a middle thrust between a threatening dungeons of lofty portent. And started unbuttoning my up three buttons, I slapped his hands , his longing hands away.....the Hands to my cunt . my Cummings ticklers. The hands which I jerked away ...and I started buttoning them again, my boobs were half on display and he was moving to more closer of my controlling efforts.....

You can't do this K!!! I really was Moving on....but seems you like when I m perturbed....when I perturbed for your filthiness.....

His fanning voice neared between my earlobes and ears.....and he was slowly sucking my part, I m putty here, you know this sucking and small preening kisses are really catastrophic to my secularisms....K !! You know it . Dimwit. Rascal. My Soul_Snatcher. 

" One thing Miss Lockhart, the cleavages are the best windows than having a surmounted Valley of Chest .....Because they give me a perfect view through their sneak peak to the Wanderlust like me to enjoy the Ecstatic Journey of your World of Seduction ....so leave them three buttons opened...." I m not convince , my bag was thrown aside and my legs were trembling, he was a CockSucker. Cunt bomber and again he was a swoon .....but my charming churlish swoon ....who could make me stand on my four feet and can pose me in doggy style...

I closed my eyes, and I was relieved to see that he was gone, but leaving me open with this three buttons, I m going to cover them again, he was never my milestone for my erotic fantasies. Okay ! Lies get caught ....He was my milestone... Bloody Pilgarlic.

I let out a up groan from my throat, My all energetic manners were ashed from attaining a height to subsequently rated to half hearted persistence ....

Problem is that , I really don't want to be highly effeminate ....Do I ? Absolutely not in sake of a brewed coffee, I m not sipping the drips of my own hurricane, it's like a finger running inside my hole .....and I m moaning like a kitten's meow ...while these nastiness is nothing to me ...it was always inside me like a growing infant but I suppressed my cadence under my frugality .....

There is pain in my each and every limb....I m imagining his Dominating Big wolf packed Face in the pretext of that blood moon which falls on every month's last weekend ..

Never mind....Nevermore..

Adjusting my tattered clothes and disheveled hairs, I moved out of the closet area , and searched for the David ....of course that blooper was the clever clog of our so called class,

And he was moused in the library, great ! So there is a library with books, racked on the long she leaves and the glasses eating them as their cover was their shields, Ah! Gawddd ....many sections ....where I m supposed to find that pain in ass.

Monday was the most reporting day of Lapwing's second year students, like me ....who is already an altered piece of a paper ..and David Westley was no where to be found, that bookworm must be behind the piles of books.....the sections had stored many loathe some books...and I really hate them to have been read....

Law ....Lala's.....Humanities.... Zhuhlulu....Psychology .....my foot

I would be dabbing inside my heart attacking viruses by seeing such books, whose volume speaks louder than its words....my feet had been tired searching that David Guy....as I was about to give up and to bunk the class, my eyes twitched to the bonkers corner, and I met with the round glass person .....who was looking hideous, very much hideous .....and focused like the mirror of telescope.....rising in the dark sky to watch the shitty comets and planets .....oh paleasee .....

Adjusting my back and also my Texas size booty, I made my way to his table ....what he was reading ?

Agatha Charlie's Precision of Minds ....

Good work ! Westley ....David

"What have we got today ! David ?" I asked him while taking my own seat in front of him, and he even didn't bothered his back to offer me. A rude fuckin' Book worm.

"Oh ! Our spooky Ground reporter is Back ? Well, It was not pleased to see you , but anyways, It's professor Douglas class ,  Doubled swiped with Mrs. Riley Macaulay's Coding classes... " his portentous words left my soul from my body ....someone kill me....today Juana Graves will be cremated ...and me ....he would be pushing me from 5th floor ....I would be dead .....gusted , scattered  , a major heartbreak....my appearance is blemished by this David Typo 's talk.

"Tell me you are just feeding me soup of lies , Westley?" I pushed my shoulder and thumped my hand on his chapter no 45 , page number....let me see ya! 448 and line no. 45 and he didn't even displaced, he stood there as a placed statue of federalism.

"Why Lockhart ? Didn't you find it amusing and interesting when Professor Douglas taught us, he is an epitome of Semblance ....Come on ! Don't be so saggy ?" That little piker, I will really smack him and his old fashioned round glass, he is as Ominous like that Douglas Murphy .....

oh ! lord of seventh heaven, Do sprinkle some holy water on us , so that we could have a faith of  rejoice and should spare us from that devil of Murphy !

"You should rot in hell. Westley! Bloody swoon !" I kicked his books and the dozens of books fell into grounds, he was yelling and cursing at me, but Who cares , what that snippet had said ....Both are Assholes ....this Morley would be dead ! Fuck this Library !

This day is marred , I m impaired ....Douglas Murphy a biggest conquest for me to win! My goody goody luck is a bad luck , an encounter with Ryan Vaughan and his turned out attitude , I m sacking off really! That's why I decided to visit the green house because , My planner contained unfortunately wrong updates about my classes, so I thought , I must get up and see my herbology sections, It was still Half an hour left for Attending that Asshole's lecture ....Juana should be deadpanned when She will be hearing the news, let me ring her a once ,

But no! Let it be a Fun! Juana Graves and a tug war with Douglas Murphy .....wow !!! My hands had been already started to be jingling .....

That would be fun to see, but then I saw a skinny girl with almost brown hair coming towards me, Now who is she? I hope not a bitch ! My fingers were crossed ....a big match with the twirling poise .....rolling the nascent atmosphere ....

"You are Valentina ? Right !" She said , while her extremely paled brown hairs were looking sticky and dusty, and she had a braces on her teeth ....some pink pimples had been Bobbed out on her dull face...

"Yeah! I m Valentina! What do you want !" Okay! I guess, it was too rough and bad, as an introduction line, but as you all knows, my mood had been switched off by the four times. ...two times by Douglas Murphy's heavy fucking lectures and One time by that spunky David Westley and for fourth one, you all knows ....who could he be !!

"Actually , a guy gave me a letter to pass on you .....so I just bring you a letter !" She said, while fidgeting her hem of the dress, she looked nervous ....very much Nervous ! Why but ?

"A letter ? May be a flyer ? A threatening letter, a suspension letter ! What type of letter ?" I asked to myself and lifted my gaze to her, As I raised my eyebrows to her and she just squirmed .

"I ...I really don't know myself either, even I didn't know him as well, he just asked me for favouring him, and I just....please don't angry on me !" She said while her eyes were bickering a pool of  tears, was I looking that much horrified that people are afraid of me, was my makeup was smudged ? I guess .....Not that much ? 

"Hey .....please stop crying, I m not angry on you....even on the first place why are you crying Miss...." Hell! I even didn't bothered myself asking her name ....I had been really gone gypsy .

"Mo--Monroe Gibbs !" She managed to utter between her hiccups , which she got while her useless crying .

"Okay Monroe, calm down....there was nothing to cry ? So stop ! Look at me ....do I look like a Monster ?" I said trying to weak the tension and to be humorous .....

And she nodded in negative, Hush ! That means I was not a wandering banshee... A huge Relief ...

"Thanks for the letter, while I would like to meet you again, here's my card, I m a intern of Ground level Journalism, Section B , Wing FD-13 ...

But for now ! I m really in hurry !" I said and finally she gave me her rare smile .....

I tore the letter's covering, it was a dirty brown envelope ....

And a piece of note was there .....it was indeed a cursive writing ,

"Have a Coffee with me . at Avalon's dine ! Sharp at 5 :00 p.m ,

Waiting !

For Your Next Suicidal theme

L. Candice "

Oh . it was Leigh !

Leigh and A coffee....

I really have to think that Whether Murphy's lecture, K 's entry or Leigh's coffeee