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Every Word Is A Lie
By SteffiSevenfold

 


One of the girls raised an eyebrow.

“Play cards?”

I shrugged and Rae relaxed into my form. I tucked my chin against her shoulder.

“Well, okay, not play per say. I'm going to think of a card and I'll spread them out like this,”

I demonstrate by placing each card face down and spreading them around the grass, closing the girls textbooks and moving them out of the way.

“Then you girls,” I gave them the cutest smile I could muster.

They smile in return and Rae sighed, shifting in my lap.

“Are going to flip through each card and hold up the ones you think I'm thinking of.”

I inhale deeply down Rae's neck and she shivered.

She smells amazing.

I go to inhale again, but one of the girl's voices stop me in my tracks.

“Three of Diamonds?”

I shake my head, an amused smile tugging my lips up.

Another girl spoke up now;

“Queen of Hearts?”

“Nope.”

Rae stifled through the cards, picking up seven and fanning them out in her hands.

She turns them to me.

I grinned and pulled the two of clubs out of her hand, holding it up with a smirk.

She smiles and my arms tighten around her waist.

“So, what's my prize?” she whispers seducing.

I ran my lips across her jaw line and nipped playfully at her earlobe.

I didn't notice kids walking around until my friend Matt tapped me on the shoulder.

He smirks and I grin up at him, kissing Rae's cheek before she scoots off my lap to sit in the grass.

She looks at her friends, cheeks ablaze.

Then she grabs her books, including a folder that says Haylie Jaed.

I raise an eyebrow and she looks down to where my glasses pointed.

“Oh,” she said and blushed again.

“They call me Haylie.”

I nodded as her friends gathered their books and bags.

A girl tucks a text book under her arm. It says Frankie on the front.

I grinned and stood up, leaving the girls with my cards; leaving them to think about me in all my mystery.

I walk beside Matt across campus.

“At it again, aye Z?

I chuckled. “What can I say, Shadz. The girls love me.”

“Obviously the boys do, too.”

I looked up at his words, searching for on looking eyes.

A boy stared at us.

He pushes his square glasses up the bridge of his nose and blushes before turning and rushing off.

He's beautiful, It think.

Blonde-ish brown hair scattered around his face. His cheeks almost caved in.

I remember him from Calc class. Name's Mikey.

His brother Gerard is a fine piece of ass, too.

I shake my and cough to clear my throat.

“Yeah, well, what can I say. I'm pretty goddamn attractive.”

I smirked as Matt pushed me playfully.

I almost lost my balance but quickly found it again.

Matt's one of the only friends that I haven't tried to get with.

I respect him too much as a friend and brother. I mean, he's more like my brother than my actual brother.

Sometimes I feel bad that I can't tell him my secrets.

But then again, I can't tell anyone. They wouldn't love me anymore if they knew.

I shake my head again as we stopped walking at a fountain in the middle of campus.

I sat and Matt followed pursuit.

“Something's bugging you.”

It wasn't a question. He just simply knew me well enough to know something was tugging at my thoughts.

“I'll tell you about it sometime.”

“You know I won't tell anyone, Z. I won't say anything or think of you differently. You're my bud.”

I smile sadly and play with my fingers.

Somehow I highly doubted that he'd be okay with me if I told him.

I sigh and shrug.

“Sometime.”

He nods and I'm grateful he drops the subject.

Haylie's friend Frankie walks by and waves suggestively.

I nod and smirk. She walks on by, her hips swinging sexily.

I turn to matt.

“Sometimes I just wanna get out, you know?”

He nods thoughtfully, but I know he doesn't understand.

He probably thinks that I have to get out of this town. But, no, I love this town.

I need to get out of this life.

I hate being a whore, but I know I need to be.

I need to draw my prey in, need to get them to cling to me so I can feed.

It's the only way I know how to live.

I sigh and take out my other can of Pepsi from my bag since my first can fell from my hands in the alley way.

Matt placed a hand on the nape of my neck in a brotherly fashion.

I smile at him, a thankful smile for being there to lift and pick me up.

I pop the tap of my soda and hop from the fountain, slinging my bag strap across my chest.

“I've gotta get to Mabbit's class. I hardly ever actually go.”

Matt chuckles and I grin and nod at him before walking away.

I got to class late and took a seat near the back of the room.

It wasn't very full, only about twenty five people in a room that could hold much more.

Professor Mabbit looks up, a wicked glint in his eye.

“Nice of you to join us, Zachary.”

I nod and mumble to myself, “I thought so.”

I sip at my Pepsi and soon drift to sleep, slumping in my chair with my head held in my hand.

I don't sleep very often, but that doesn't faze me. I just feel a little better, a little more lively when I do sleep.

I woke up to somebody pounding their fist against my table to wake me up.

It made my Pepsi fall over and it splattered my clothes and soaked my papers.

I quickly jolt up and glare at the doorway even though everybody was through the door already.

“Fuck you,” I call after them.

I pick up my dripped papers and flap them around to get some soda off.

I then pick up the can and toss it into the trashcan.

Professor Mabbit walks up with paper towels and helps me clean the mess.

We clean in silence and I sigh and decide my papers were beyond repair.

I toss them into the trash.

I look at Mabbit adoringly as he finishes helping me clean the soda up.

His hair if long and sleek black and his eyes piercing.

A slip ring is hooked through his bottom lip, straight through the middle like my friend Jimmy's.

Two more rings hug his top lip on either side.

A patch of hair covers the curve of his bottom lip in a triangular shape.

He turns to me and bites his lip.

I chuckle humorlessly and grab my messenger bag.

“Thanks Professor.”

He places a hand on top of mine as I hold the strap of my bag.

“Please, Mr. Baker,” his voice drops, nearly seducing me in baritone.

“Call me Craig.”

I choke on a breath and curl my fingers around his.

I tugged my left lip ring into my mouth and sucked on it nervously.

I'm not trying to be sexy here.

I mean, it's not that he's unattractive, but he's my professor.

That's not even legal, is it?

With my finger curled around his, I pull his hand from my chest.

He leans his face close to mine and places his hand on my hip.

His hot breath rolls across my mouth and I shudder.

He smells so good, so fresh.

I shake my head and pulls out of his grasp before I do anything stupid.

I step right out the door, now knowing the reason I don't feel right going to his class.

- - - -

It's getting later. Two o' clock.

I decide to pay Brian a visit to his dorm.

I step inside the juniors dorm hall and pull my aviators off before sliding them on top of my head.

I walk to his door and knock twice.

He opens the door shirtless and sweating.

I peek past him and to his weight set, then to his empty roommates bed.

Then I step close to him, running my fingers down his bare chest, my fingers sliding to his stomach easily with the help of a sheen of sweat.

I love my voice and press my lips to his ear seductively.

“Housekeeping, Mr. Haner.”

He shivers and wraps his arms around my waist, closing the door along the way.

My fingers ran across his belt and his hands slid up my shirt, pulling it off with ease.

I unbuckle his belt and tug it, pulling him to his bed by the buckle.

I'd bet this is better than any workout he was getting before I got here.

- - - - -

It's getting late and I'm lying in bed with Brian.

His painted arms restrict around my pale waist, pulling me close against him.

He kisses my temple and brushes my sweat soaked hair from my face.

I smile and curl against his sun kissed chest.

I love being with Brian. He's rough at certain times, but so gentle and caring.

We're not officially an `item' and we don't really go public, but I enjoy my time with him.

I stretch and Brian's muscles tense. He knows exactly what it means.

“I know, babe, but I've gotta get going,” my eyes drift to his alarm clock, red numbers glowing. 4:12.

Shit, I think.

My eyes drift to the window to see the sun high in the air, but the world getting just the slightest bit darker. I shift around.

“I'll see you tomorrow, kay?”

My eyes drift to his face.

His lips pout, half teasing but half deadly serious.

I frown and run the back of my hand down his soft cheek before kissing his thin lips gently.

He kisses me back eagerly, parting my lips with his tongue.

I run my tongue over his and pull my mouth away.

Pecking his lips once more quickly, I slide out from under his covers and stand to my feet, pulling my boxer briefs on.

I wiggle into my jeans and slip my belt, shirt and sandals on.

My aviators slide back into place on the bridge of my nose and I toss my messenger bag over my shoulder.

My hand on the door knob, I turn and blow Brian a kiss.

He smiles and I exit into the warm California sun.

- - - - - - - -

Jeesh.

I made Zacky pretty damn charming, if I do say so myself.

P: By charming, I mean slut.

Anyways.

Yes! Your very own Haylie Jaed and Frankie Cooper.

Flirty flirty ;]

Sorry, I moved you guys from Australia to California bahaha

AYO!

Everyone.

Send me comics, cause the one Haylie sent me made me spit soda everywhere.

And thanks so much for the reviews. I hope you guys like the chapter c: Longest one I've ever written.

-Synical Doors. -SuicideButterfly. -Frankie Cooper. ~GracefulSyn(Lmao, thanks for trying to be different xD). -Shadzlove6661. -JustineJealousy. -Haylie Jaed.

 

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