Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
I FELT NOTHING: PART ONE HANNAH (I THINK)
By Wojo Martin
This episode of a three-part series introduces “Ska,” a heartless college senior with a knack for seducing freshman girls. Beneath the main story lies the mystery of what happened to Ska three years ago that drives him to be so cold and manipulative. It is ultimately a story of redemption, but that will unfold in subsequent chapters.
All sex in this episode is consensual, but the POV character is quite the little bastard. It features hetero sex, anal fingering and cumplay.
I lived for three years without my heart. Well, I existed without it anyway. If that was a living, it never felt like it. I felt nothing in those years. No, that’s overstating it. I want to be accurate here, that’s kind of the point. I felt some things. I felt a sincere contempt for myself and a vague disenchantment with the universe, but that was it. So in the end, I felt nothing of substance. Funny thing was, on the surface I was having a great time.
I’m going to tell you about the night of Augie’s third “I Just Got Dumped by a Nasty Cum-Swilling Whore” party. I could pick dozens of nights to show you who I was. This one just ended a little more intensely than most, and Annie was there. Poor Annie, she went through so much. Anyway, Augie’s party: I was laughing and whooping it up with the best of them. I couldn’t miss at quarters, and I put some dumbass freshman so far under the table that he curled up in the bay window and passed out, leaving his girlfriend of two months with no one to walk her home. Objective achieved.
Her name, I think, was Hannah. She was cute and blond and stacked and as dumb as freshman girls almost always are. If we had been on equal footing, both freshmen, she would have been out of my league. I mean, I’m muscular, but not in any Adonis way. I’m just a dark-haired guy with a decent build, and a trace of cauliflower ear from years of wrestling. No dreamy eyes, no movie star smile, nothing special. But I had a skill for reading people, and absolutely no scruples. Once I had decided I was going to bang this freshman boy’s girlfriend… it was over before it started.
“Your boy is cashed. Sorry, didn’t mean to wreck your evening. Hannah, right?”
“Yeah. Thanks a lot. How am I supposed to get him home now?”
“I wouldn’t. His dorm’s got a jackass RA on duty tonight. He’ll bust him for underage drinking. I’d leave him right here.”
“It’s not safe.”
“It will be if I say it should be.” I picked up his unconscious body, threw it on my shoulder and walked across the room to Augie. Hannah followed right behind. “Augs, got a little lamb here needs a safe spot to crash.”
“Fuck that, Ska! He ain’t none of mine.”
“He’s one of mine. It’s my fault he’s in this condition. I didn’t realize he was a flyweight.” I rolled my eyes toward Hannah, and Augie’s wingman instincts kicked in.
“All right. Take him down to The Mattresses.”
“Thanks, Augie.” I turned so Hannah could see Augie’s trustworthy face. “Hannah, this is our host and benefactor, Augie. He just got dumped by a cum-swilling whore.”
“Hi, thanks for taking care of Jeremiah. He’s usually more responsible…and sorry about the whole cum-swilling whore thing.”
“Such is life.” Augie shrugged and gave his “toughing it out” smile. “Well, as for your boy, it’s Friday night at an Augie party. Nobody should have to be too responsible. We’ll put him in our little room downstairs. It’s locked off down there; nobody can mess with him.”
I carried him to the top of the steps. “Keys,” I called back, and turned to see Augie had already tossed them toward me. I snatched them with my free hand and handed them to Hannah. “Red dot,” I said. Hannah knew what I meant and quickly found the right key. She opened the door quickly and let me through.
“Geez, you’re strong,” she said as I descended the steps with Jeremiah still perched on my shoulder.
“Oh-uh-used to wrestle,” I said as if I hadn’t been carrying her boyfriend like this just to elicit the exact reaction she had given me. I no longer had the weight and food discipline to be a collegiate wrestler, but the contempt I felt for the world still fueled me to work out every day, just in case I got the opportunity to kick someone’s ass.
“The Mattresses” was exactly what it sounded like, a basement room with mattresses laid wall-to-wall. I laid Jeremiah down gently and rolled him over to his stomach. I turned to look at Hannah, and was not at all surprised to see that she was taken a little off balance by the aroma of lasciviousness in the room. More people had been laid here than at a cemetery. I smiled.
“Yeah, I know, it smells like fucking down here.”
Hannah opened her pretty little mouth to say something, but changed her mind. “Yeah,” was all she said.
“You got a friend here to walk you home?”
“Becks was with us, but she…went upstairs.”
“Upstairs at Augie’s house? She’s running with a senior then. Can she handle it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, seniors don’t do things like freshmen boys.”
“Oh, you guys are all sexperts, then? Us poor little freshmen can’t handle it?”
“Whatever…you’re so full of shit.”
“I’m sure you’re right. Look, it’s only ten minutes’ walk back to the dorm. I can see you home and be back with plenty of time to kick it. I’ll even check on Jeremiah once in a while if it makes you feel better.”
“And you’re going to walk me home and just come right back?”
“R-i-i-ight. You won’t make a move.”
“I don’t ‘make moves’ on freshman girls.”
“You really think you’re something, don’t you?”
“Hey, Hannah, I’m just trying to be a nice guy. I put this kid’s lights out, and I just feel a little responsible for you two. I could just leave you on your own, but I would worry about you.”
“You would really worry about me?”
“I’d be up all night saying, ‘I wonder if Hillary’s all right.’”
“Yeah right. My name’s Hannah.” She caught the shit-eating grin on my face. “You asshole!” she said, showing an almost perfect smile. She delivered the obligatory punch on the arm, but never dropped the smile. “Okay, thanks for the offer; why don’t you walk me home?”
“Sure thing, Heidi.”
We headed out of the party into the chilly October night. “Do I know you from someplace?” she asked. “You look really familiar.”
“I don’t think so. I just have one of those faces.”
Within a minute, she started to show that she, like most college girls, did not dress for the weather. She had on a tight little sweater that rode up enough so that it could reveal the tramp stamp on the small of her back, two dolphins forming a circle around a heart. Moments like this were the reason I always wore a sweater with a white t-shirt underneath. I offered the sweater, and she took it with only a token protest. Soon she was wrapped in a garment infused with my body heat and a light trace of my cologne. A connection was made. I was warmth, comfort and a pleasant aroma.
“Why do they call you Ska?”
“I won’t laugh.”
“I’m not sure I trust you, Heather.”
“You’re gonna run out of H names, pretty soon.”
“Come on, Hildegarde, you think I’m even beginning to reach?”
“Okay. When I showed up as a freshman, I thought I was a guitar player. I even played ska, because that’s what the Beatles started out with.”
“So, you play guitar?”
“Good God, no!”
“I met some real guitar players. I got schooled by a couple older guys at an open jam. Turns out I was so far away from being a good guitarist that I was afraid to show my face around them again. We sure lose a lot of illusions about ourselves when we get outside our little high school worlds. Don’t you think?”
“I guess so….” She fell silent, and I left her to her reverie. More connections began to form. If I was so self-deceived about my guitar prowess, could she be self-deceived about her sexual experience? Was she plunking around on a six-string when the next Yngwie Fucking Malmsteen walked at her left elbow? Maybe she really was outclassed. Maybe the couple of fumbling young boys she’d been with had showered her lovemaking with praise because they didn’t know what real sex was like. Maybe they had just been kind.
“Irony is, if I had just been willing to own up to it and ask them to teach me what they knew, I could probably shred it pretty good right now.” Oh, that set wheels to turning and juices to flowing. She was now convinced that it was HER idea to take me on to help her reach her sexual awakening.
“You know,” she said with a bit of a purr, “up to this moment, I didn’t think you were capable of humility.”
“Oh, I have lots to be humble about.”
“Not too much,” she said, and slid her hand into mine. I let it stay there long enough to feel natural. Then, I gently pulled away and coughed a bit.
“Isn’t that your dorm there?” I walked quickly toward the door as if I needed to get rid of her before I let something unfortunate happen. Once I reached the door, I turned back to see her coming toward me. She didn’t throw herself into my arms, but she stopped right in the “dare you not to kiss me” zone a few inches away from me.
“You really have a thing about no freshman girls, don’t you?”
I breathed heavily, feigning an internal struggle as I took in her pretty face, the big brown eyes, the tiny diamond stud in her nose. “Oh man…. Hannah, you are gorgeous, and I would love to kiss you right now, but we’re hitting a point of no return here, and I just don’t know if you’re ready for it. I don’t think you’ve ever been with someone like me. You’d probably get a little freaked out.”
“You know what? I think you bragged yourself up, and now you’re afraid you haven’t really got the goods.” Poor girl had just sealed her fate. Her words amounted to a dare. There was no way for her to back out of anything now, not without losing face. I let just a touch of my asshole self out. I screwed my face up and shook my head as if she was just a foolish little girl. I took a step as if to walk by her. She caught my hand so that I spun to face her. “No, I didn’t mean that. Come on, Ska. I want you to.” I stepped in as if to kiss her, but instead put my hands under her ass and lifted her up against the side of the building. She wrapped her legs around me and buried her face in my neck. She gave just the slightest hint of a grind against me.
“Hannah…” I pulled back a bit. I gave her a “meaningful” look. I didn’t actually feel anything, but I figured she would find some meaning to assign it. I opened my mouth as if I was struggling to find words.
“Shut up,” she whispered. “You don’t need to protect me. I may be only a freshman, but I know what it is I want.” She stuck her tongue into my mouth, a little clumsily. We made out for several seconds. She let her legs slide down and fumbled in her jacket pocket for a key, trying not to break the kiss. In her mind, she was the heroine of a rom-com, about to discover what true passion was all about.
She got the door open and led me by the hand to the elevator. She flung herself at me the second the door closed. When the door opened, she took me by the hand and led me down the long hallway to her room. As we passed door after door, my sense of smell was overwhelmed by the odors of hair care products and barely legal pussy. I caught a room number as we passed. 319. Shit. This was Annie’s floor. Oh well, she’d just get pissed. When in the last three years hadn’t she been pissed at me?
Hannah stopped us at the room furthest from the elevator. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again. She then put her hand on my chest and pushed me. I let her back me up against the wall. “Roommate?” I asked as she opened the door.
“Home for the weekend,” she purred, pinning me to the wall with another big kiss. She grabbed me by the front of the shirt and led me into the room and steered me onto the bed. She straddled me and pulled off the borrowed sweater and her own shirt. She tugged up at my t-shirt, and I pulled it over my head. She leaned down and kissed me hungrily. The key to a good con is letting the mark think it’s their idea. She saw herself as the aggressor. “So, old man, show me what you got the freshman boys don’t.”
“You really want to know,(kiss break) little girl?”
“Yes (kiss break), I want to know.”
“Passion has (kiss break) a dark side. Young boys are afraid (kiss break) it’s a bad thing, but it’s what makes fucking worthwhile. Taking it to the edge…it’s a little scary (kiss break,) but it makes you feel alive.”
“Take me (kiss break)to the edge.”
“Okay.” I flipped the switch. I let her see who I was. She leaned in to kiss me, but I pinched her nipples firmly. She shot straight up for a second, shocked, then gasped and started to grind a bit. “Oh, yeah, you like that don’t you, you horny little thing. Makes you want to fuck, don’t it?”
“I-I—“ she gasped.
“Just answer. Makes you wanna fuck, don’t it?”
“I wanna fuck.”
“When I decide to.” I rolled her over onto her back and pulled off her shoes and jeans. She lifted her hips to assist. I walked away, and she sat up and stared in disbelief. I was taking control now. She could stop me any time, but she had pushed for this. She was confused, and confused girls tend to look for someone to follow. How fortunate for her I was there. I walked to her stereo and scanned the CD’s. I didn’t fuck to the Adele. I tuned it to the local metal station. It was outside her comfort zone, but she didn’t protest. She had signed herself up for this. She didn’t just WANT to do it. In her mind, this was a watershed moment. She HAD to have this. “Panties off.” She looked at me wide-eyed, but complied without a word. She laid back and tentatively spread her legs.
I went down on her voraciously. Her neatly trimmed snatch was soaking wet already. I did this part well. I loved the squirming and moaning I always got from these girls. It felt like winning, and I loved to win. Maybe her boyfriend had done it tentatively. Maybe he had done it eagerly. He hadn’t done it like he was going to devour her.
Hannah bucked to it and whimpered. The attitude of control I projected enticed her, but her excitement was really all about how dirty she felt. She had allowed herself to become a wanton thing. I didn’t have to call her a dirty slut, which I would just for fun. She felt like one all on her own. “Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m gonna cum already!” She began to groan as the orgasm built up inside of her. When she finally went over the top, she arched her back and popped her hips up like my little freshmen always did.
If you try to slide a finger up a sweet freshman girl’s ass when you’re just getting her going, she’ll probably shut down on you. If you slide it in when she’s in the throes of a hard orgasm, she can’t really help but take it in. I had my middle finger in to the first knuckle before she knew what hit her.
“Just be cool, girl. Work it in.” She looked totally confused, and couldn’t think of a thing to do but obey. She rolled her hips around a bit and groaned as she forced her tiny little ass around my finger until the second knuckle all but disappeared. “That a girl. You’re working it in. You like that finger up your tiny little ass. You want it to get finger-fucked.” She didn’t respond, but kept working her hips around the finger. I started working the finger in and out. Her breaths became short and sharp, but she worked against the instinct to expel the finger. She began to move toward the finger as I pushed. “There’s my dirty little bitch, fucking my finger with her ass. Fuck it hard!” She had frozen for a moment at the word bitch but the reminder that she was indeed fucking my finger reassured her that she was playing in this game, too. And the order to fuck it hard gave her mind something on which she could focus. She began blasting her ass down onto my finger so hard that I thought she would pull the damned thing off!
I decided to pull the finger out while I still had it. She actually looked a little disappointed. She had crossed over, now. Whatever I said was going to be law. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her up by the hand. I pulled her head down toward my groin. She unzipped my pants and helped me slide out of my clothes as I kicked off my shoes. “Down here,” I said and pointed to the floor at the side of the bed. Hannah crawled quickly to the position and started to suck my cock. “Use your hands. Don’t forget the balls.” She began to massage my balls with her left hand and pump the base of my dick with her right. I lay back on the bed and enjoyed it for a while. “That’s my good little whore…. You’re a sweet little cocksucker, aren’t you?” There was no moment of recoil at the filthy names this time. She had embraced the notion that this was “dirty sex.”
There was pleasure on my part. Lots of it. But I felt nothing for this little girl. To me, she was only worth the effort because she sucked dick well and because I had plans for some of her other parts. This was just the way it was. Tacked to her bedside bulletin board was a picture of her and some other girl, both in bikinis on the front of a boat. The other chick was a hot redhead. I let my mind drift and fantasized that the redhead was sucking my dick. I got off on red hair.
I felt a familiar pull in my balls and the base of my penis. I grabbed Hannah’s blond hair and pulled her deep onto my cock, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but then figured out how to open her throat. Little baby girl had just taught herself how to take in a whole cock. I started to pull her head back to give her a nice facial, but she surprised me by slapping my hands away and plunging my cock back into her mouth. She deep-throated me and pumped furiously with her right hand. I thought of the redhead and unleashed my whole load into Hannah’s mouth. When I was done, she opened her mouth and held it open so that I could see that she still held my cum. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked fiercely proud. She was playing her slut role to the hilt. She wanted my permission to swallow. What the hell, she earned it. “Swallow my cum, dirty bitch.” She did.
She stood up and wiped at the little bit of semen that had run onto her chin. She stuck her finger into her mouth and swallowed the last bit of it away. She looked down and saw that I was already returning to form. She gently stroked my cock. She played at the head. She did it too gently for such a sensitive moment. I grabbed her hand and placed it firmly on the shaft of my penis. She pumped it slowly but firmly a dozen times, never taking her eyes off of it. Soon, it was fully erect.
She started to crawl onto the bed. I pushed her face down onto it so that her feet were still on the floor and her ass and the rear entrance to her pussy were sticking up at me. I whacked her, a pretty good one, on the ass. “Ask me, slut.”
“Fuck me.” I whacked her again, harder than I maybe should have. “Fuck me, please.” She had just a trace of a choked-off cry in her voice. “Please, fuck me.” This plea had more of a little cry in it. I didn’t care. I went to my clothes and fished out a condom.
“Put it on me, then.” She very carefully opened the package and trembled slightly as she placed the condom over my penis. I bent her back down on the bed. I placed my rejuvenated shaft at the rosebud of her ass. She stiffened and then nodded. It was nice to see she was willing, but she was way too tight to take a dick in her dry ass without unnecessary pain. I could sense her relief when I slid down into her wet pussy. I didn’t know exactly what experience she’d had before, but it probably wasn’t much. She was as tight as I’d had in quite some time. I buried myself deep in her and held still. She waited a moment and then began to grind against me.
I scanned her bulletin board for more pictures of her redheaded friend. Holy shit! Halloween as a slutty vampire! And then the obligatory drunk pic at a party, almost every girl had one. Hannah and the redhead peeking down the fronts of each other’s shirts and looking impressed with the tits.
I had mostly ignored Hannah’s tits through the proceedings. I hadn’t even had her take her bra off yet. There’s something that makes a girl feel just a little dirtier when she’s had an orgasm and sucked a dick before she’s even taken off all her clothes. Now, she was grinding doggystyle while still wearing her bra. The encounter had really kicked off when I pinched her nipples firmly, and I knew she was aching to have them pinched again. She was probably also yearning to let her full breasts swing free, but she wasn’t going to do it until I ordered it. I pinched and pulled at her nipples through the fabric of her bra while she fucked herself on the cock entering her from behind. I cupped them fully, and then flicked my fingers inside the cups to play at her nipples. She reacted each time with more vigorous grinding.
I wanted to drive now, though. “Let those big tits out,” I ordered and slid out of her. She stood up and took off the bra. Her breasts barely changed position at all. She was a well-toned girl. I should have noticed it already, having had my way with most of her body, but I had been distracted by the kink of fucking her while I fantasized about her BFF. She breathed heavily, and obviously wanted to dive back into what we had been doing. I slowly reached out and traced the underside of her breasts. She trembled and her hips reached toward me.
I reached up and firmly grabbed the back of her hair. “What an odd thing to be a girl. You like how strong I am, but it scares you just a tiny bit, doesn’t it?” Her eyes opened just a bit wider. “Don’t be afraid, little Hannah. I won’t ever hurt you. But you are a wanton little slut and I am going to fuck you hard, and you are going to love it, because I am strong, and I can send thrills through your tiny little body.” I tilted her chin upwards and stepped toward her. My thigh was up against her pussy, and she slid her slick little box against it. “Look at you go, you horny little tramp!” She kept going, looking me right in the eye as she rubbed her sex against me.
I led her over to the door and scooped her little ass in my free hand. She leapt up onto me, wrapping her legs around me, just like she had at our first fierce kiss outside of her freshman dorm. I slid inside of her and pinned her to the door. There was a dressing mirror on the door, and her back began to steam it up as I pounded myself into her. She tried to lean in and kiss me, but I still held her hair with one hand. Kissing was important in the beginning, but now it smacked of unneeded fondness. I put it to her with all of my might, occasionally leaning back so that I could see her firm breasts bounce between us as I thrust. She was as desirable as a girl could be, and while I lacked heart, I had more than ample desire.
Banging a girl against a door is not a silent process, and Hannah was more than a little expressive in her cries of passion. “Fuck me, Ska! Fuck me, Ska! Oh God, I love it! Fuck me!” She was beginning to tremble from exertion. Toned as she was, this was not exactly an activity she did on a regular basis. I added an animalistic growl. I was pushing as hard as I could go, banging a tight pussy in a way it had never been banged before.
I saw my face in the mirror, twisted with ecstatic exertion, but dead in the eyes. I stared at myself as I fucked this sweet little girl and had my one moment of genuine emotion in the entire evening. I spat at the face I saw in the mirror, obscuring the view of the person for whom I had the most contempt in the world.
Free from the reflection, I at last began to feel that I was on the vinegar strokes. I slowed to a deep and powerful rhythm. I unleashed when I was deep inside her. She knew I was done, and relaxed her legs. I lowered her all the way to the floor. She reached up and took my hand, expecting that I was going to collapse with her and cuddle.
I used my free hand to remove the condom and held it in front of her. She looked up at me; her big brown eyes widened with comprehension. I moved the condom toward her. She snatched it from my hand, and I thought for a moment I had reached the limit of what she would do. With a slight nod and half smile, she brought the condom to her lips, but then didn’t take the contents into her mouth. She had already swallowed one load. She tipped the end up and dumped the sticky mess onto her chin and down her neck and onto her breasts. She was showing me that she was not going to back off of anything. What would be the point now? She traced her fingers through the cum and then licked her fingertips clean. She collapsed back onto the floor, exhausted. “We have to take a break for a while, Ska. I don’t think I could even stand. But if you want more… I just need some time.” I picked her up gently and laid her on the bed. I grabbed her twisted-up blanket and pulled it over the top of her. I sat next to her, but on top of the blanket. “You could stay,” she said timidly. “We could do it again in the morning.”
I feigned a fond smile and shook my head a bit. I got up quietly and dressed quickly. Hannah began to tear up a bit, but fought bravely not to break down. I sat back down next to her and took her hand. I kissed her on the forehead, sneaking a peek at the photo of the redhead, trying to remember the details. “Hey,” I said softly. “I underestimated you. You are a fantastic and fearless lover.” I brushed her hair back, like I always did during this part—with the ones who didn’t melt down. If they melted down, I just left. “I said a lot of things, used some words… You know that’s just part of us giving in to the passion, right? It’s what happens on the edge of the madness that’s inside of all of us.”
She knew for certain I was leaving. She turned away and faced the wall. “Oh, God. I’m so stupid. I acted like a slut. I don’t even know you!”
“I think we know each other pretty well, Hannah. We trusted each other and let our passions show. That’s all that happened! You’re no slut. Do you do this all the time? You just did what you wanted to do at the moment—with the person you wanted to do it with. It’s natural, but our society has such a horrible double standard. They tell you girls to be sexy, and then convince you to hate yourself if you actually have hot sex. Intellectually, we know better, but when we do it, it still feels ‘dirty.’ But don’t you see? That’s where half the thrill comes from, flaunting those old double standards, embracing your sexual self and owning those words!” I sounded so sincere, but I didn’t feel a damn thing for this girl.
“I don’t do this all the time, but you do don’t you?” She still didn’t want to make eye contact. “That makes all the difference. How many freshman girls this year? I was as easy as any of them, wasn’t I?”
“You were better than all of them, Hannah. You’re a little confused right now, because you crossed some personal boundaries, but think on it for a little while and you’ll see that a whole new world just opened up for you. You’re going to see those boundaries just got in the way of you fully realizing the sexual power you have. You rocked my world, and now you know that any man you have will be getting the best he’s ever gonna get!” She rolled back over and looked at me, uncertain what to make of that.
So, I had given her my well-practiced speech and it did the usual trick. It left her so confused that she didn’t know whether to cry for her lost innocence or celebrate her liberation… at least for the good solid minute it would take me to get out of the building.
I walked out of Hannah’s room and was only mildly surprised to see that her RA was standing out in the hallway. She had dark hair and an athletic build. Attractive enough, but no movie star. “’Sup, Annie? Oh, did you hear us? Sorry, she got a bit loud.”
“Another one? It’s been three years, Ska. You’re stuck in one tragic moment, and it’s ruining your life.”
“Fuck off, Annie.”
“So you keep telling me, Ska. You know what? I’d be plenty ready to fuck off by now. I mean, I have tried so many times to help you…. I’d gladly fuck off, but that’s the third one of my girls you banged this year, and every time I end up with a puddle of freshman tears on my carpet. You’re gonna hurt somebody bad. So bad Mother Annie can’t fix it.”
“Maybe I’d change, Anns. If I fucking cared about any of that shit.”
“Asshole!” I heard a choked whisper from behind me. Hannah had opened her door and eavesdropped when she heard voices. She stood naked in the doorway, she had not cleaned any of my semen from her face or body.
“Uh-oh. You fucked up my clean exit, Annie.”
“You fucking dick!” Hannah was melting down. “I hate you!”
I didn’t normally get abusive afterwards. It wasn’t my goal to hurt these girls. It was just a by-product, toxic waste. Sure their pain was inconvenient, but I wasn’t concerned enough about it to let it stop me. But now, this girl was yelling at me. We were playing a different game, and I never lost games I could win. “Yeah, you hate me. But I don’t much care one way or the other about you, little girl. I did get off on the pictures of the redhead on the bulletin board. Mind if I take one home?”
“Get out, Ska. Leave my girls alone!”
“I’m on my way, Annie. ‘Night,um, Hetta. You were real swell. You got a little something on your chin there.” Hannah broke into a sobbing mess. Annie lost it. I had gotten her pissed before, but this time she was livid. She whipped her clipboard at me, catching me on the eyebrow and splitting it open. I could feel blood running into my eye. “What the fuck, Annie?” She didn’t stop at the sight of my blood; she had seen plenty of it before this. She grabbed me by the throat and tried to push me against a wall. I didn’t move.
By now, three more doors had opened, and girls stepped out into the hallway. There we were, a naked weeping freshman girl, an enraged senior girl, and a senior boy with a cold grin. It must have been quite the tableau. The three characters in the little drama all held perfectly still as the senior girl stood with her hand around the boy’s throat and his blood dripping onto her forearm. A few of the braver girls closed in on us. One went back in her room and popped back out with a softball bat.
“SHE would hate what you’ve become, Ska! You KNOW it! What do you feel when you think about that?”
“Not a fuckin’ thing, Anns. Nothin’ at all. Nothing.” I pulled her hand from my throat and then kissed her gently on the forehead. I began to walk away down the long hallway.
“You need stitches, Ska.” Annie called after me.
“Fuck off, Anns!”
“Did he…?” asked softball bat girl, standing in front of me and trying to block the path down the hall.
“No. He didn’t.” said Hannah. “I said yes.”
The clean-up hitter stepped aside. “By God,” I said as I walked by her, “you are one sexy little slu-gger.”
“Who is that asshole, Annie?”
“That…. That’s Ska. My twin brother, Scott.”
More of Ska and Annie in NOTHING-Part 2): SHE )
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