So Sacrifice Yourself, and Let Me Have What's Left

Zacky was watching me as I wiped the towel against my hand repeatedly in hopes of getting his cum to wash off. It wasn’t that hard, but I was just making sure. We were in the bathroom on the first floor of Matt’s house, mainly to wipe this stuff off my hand, but also to get away from everyone. They were all probably still laughing at what they had caught us doing. I remember how I felt when Zacky said my name. It’s hard to explain, but the majority of me felt like I was no longer responsible for my actions. I probably would’ve let Zacky take me right then and there. I bit my lower lip at the thought.

“Uh, Ace?” Zacky piped up, causing me to stop running my hand under the water the sink was producing and look at him. A look of nervousness was apparent on his face as he looked down at his shoes, fidgeting his fingers together.

“Yeah, baby?” I asked, turning off the sink and placing the towel into the dirty clothes hamper. I knew that whoever would use that towel wouldn’t appreciate having a white liquid on it when they wiped their face with it. I looked for the other towels as I waited for Zacky’s response, glancing over at him as I opened the drawers in hopes of finding a clean towel.

“Uhm…I didn’t…pressure you into it, did I?” Zacky asked quietly, causing me to stop looking for towels and look at him. A new emotion had swept across his face as he continued to look down at the ground—fear. He was afraid that he had made me do something that I didn’t want to do, which was completely untrue. He may have wanted it, but it was my decision to do so. I could’ve said no, but I didn’t.

I walked over to him, which only took me about two steps, before my chest was barely touching his. I cupped his perfect face in my hands and forced him to look at me. I could see the nerves in his jade orbs, and I smiled. “No, you didn’t.” I stated. “Sure, I wasn’t planning on doing it, but whatever.” I shrugged. He still looked a bit nervous, so I pressed my lips against his in a lingering kiss. He barely kissed back, and I sighed once I pulled away. “Zacky, really, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” I brushed my thumbs against his pale cheeks in hopes of him understanding that I didn’t care.

Zacky didn’t say anything for a while as he continued to look down. He placed his hands on my hips. Well, at least I got him to do that much. He looked up, his jade green eyes locking with mine, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. “It’s just that…you’re so…” his voice trailed away, and I gave him a confused look. “You’re so…perfect. I don’t wanna fuck anything up.” he muttered, and I felt my heart leap at his words. I really didn’t deserve him.

The corners of my lips tugged in a smile as I moved my hands from holding his face to wrap themselves along with my arms around his neck. “You’re not fucking up anything.” I said quietly. “I love you, and I’ll do anything to make you happy.” I smiled slightly, waiting for his reaction.

A smile crept on Zacky’s angelic face, his lip rings traveling to the corners of his lips as his eyes met mine. His hands moved from my hips to my lower back as he pressed his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. Our lips moved in harmony as I held the back of his neck as one of his hands trailed their way to grab my ass. I laughed against his lips, and felt his tongue tracing my lower lip. I was about to let him in, that is, before a pounding noise came from outside.

“Okay lovebirds, I don’t want to explain why there’s white stuff all over the place when my mom gets home!” Matt chuckled, causing me to pull away from Zacky to laugh and have my cheeks burn.

Zacky smiled and kissed my cheek before lacing his fingers with mine, leading me out of the bathroom only to face the laughter and teasing by the rest of the guys. Luckily for me, Brian wasn’t there to witness that, so at least the tormenting won’t be that bad or perverted.

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I whined, looking at Zacky. He gave me an encouraging smile before taking my hand and squeezing it. He knew how I felt about today, and how I had been dreading it. “Everything will be fine.” He said soothingly as he drove us toward my school to begin my first day back from summer break.

I hated the thought of being away from Zacky. During these last two months, we were hardly inseparable. Even after that little, uhm, incident at Matt’s house we were still close. Well, of course we were, considering we were together and all. There were other reasons why I was dreading my junior year, reasons that I hadn’t even told Zacky about. I had been getting really weird dreams lately, and I could never figure them out. They were always in a weird hallway, sort of like a school hallway, considering it had doors lining the walls and had reminders and fliers about different clubs as well. It was the same hallway every time, and I would go through the very same door, and sit down on the same chair, waiting for class to start. These dreams started when I was told what day school was starting, so of course they take place in a classroom. The bell would ring, and I would be the only person in the room. I would start getting confused, but then the door would open. My eyes would widen as I watched Danielle walk into my classroom, and believe me, if looks could kill, I’d be dead. I would hear her whispering, but her lips wouldn’t once move. I would hear her blaming me for her father’s death, that I shouldn’t have been born, and that I should go to hell. I’ve heard her say those things before, but it’s been a year since I’ve heard them, so of course they affected me. Her words would always hit me, and I would begin to feel the pulse in my left wrist, where the faded scars would come back to life. Danielle would hand me the knife, whispering that I should die, and I would listen. I would never actually get to my death, that is, because Zacky would always be shaking me to wake up because I was screaming in my sleep. That always got Brian’s attention. I would never tell Zacky what I was dreaming about, even though he was concerned about what I was dreaming about, considering it made me start screaming like a maniac. I would tell him it was nothing, but I would fear that my dreams were trying to tell me something.

“I’m scared.” I said quietly as I stared at the large brick buildings that made up Liberty High School. I felt Zacky’s hand squeeze mine again, trying to make me feel better. I would always get nervous about going to my first day of school, but I would never actually get scared. This started to worry me, and I thought about why I was so scared, when it hit me.
Gena.

“She won’t hurt you.” Zacky said quietly, and I was surprised that he knew what I was thinking. He was either a really good guesser, or I just sucked at keeping a straight face. I looked at him, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes, those beautiful jade orbs of his. I knew he didn’t want to leave me, considering of how protective he was over me, but he knew he had to. “Now, go have fun as your first day of being a junior.” He smiled, causing my heart to melt.

He didn’t even have to ask, he knew that I knew what he wanted. I smiled, leaning into him, and he leaned in as well. Our lips pressed against one another’s like they had done so many times before. They were probably very good friends by now, and I’m pretty sure they knew each other very well. We kept it at innocence, considering I wouldn’t be able to pay attention the entire day if we had gone any further. Also, that damn bell had to ring. I pulled away from Zacky before giving him one more quick kiss before saying my farewells, as did he, and I got out of his car, hearing his car drive away as I walked back into hell.

Glancing at my schedule, I smiled. I was happy to start the day with English, considering it’s one of the only classes I can manage to keep an ‘A’ in. also, I had been accepted into the Pre-AP, which is the class I need to take in order to take a college English course next year. Thankfully I knew where all of my classes were, and I wasn’t going to wander around aimlessly like the majority of people here.

The classroom was pretty much the same as any other English class. Quotes and posters of Mark Twain, motivational posters were the closest to the teacher’s desk, I guess even teachers need their motivation once in a while to escape from hormonally challenged teenagers. The desks were set up in an odd fashion. They were divided into two groups, and both of the groups faced the middle of the room. The teacher’s desk was in the front, overlooking the desks, with two white boards on the wall behind the large desk filled with pictures and papers. The words ‘Believe in Yourself’ were most often written on the walls that enclosed the desks in the classroom that would hopefully not be my version of hell.

There were already a few people here and didn’t look the least bit interested in my existence, so I started to look for a spot. I guessed since it was the first day that it wouldn’t matter where any of us sat. I walked to the left side of the classroom and found the desk in the last row, in the corner, and plopped my butt onto that. The teacher wasn’t in here yet, and I could tell that she or he was just as excited as the rest of us for the first day of school, which wasn’t much.

I watched as other students began to pile in once the two minute bell rang. The teacher had yet to show up, and everyone was too busy doing their own thing to notice. I listened to some of the conversations that were closer to me, and the majority of them were catching up over the summer, and I stayed put in my desk. I yawned, covering my mouth, as the bell rang. I could hear hurried footsteps walking down the hallway as other kids began to walk through the doors, and I guessed those footsteps belong to the teacher’s. I looked to see who the last person walking in was, and I had to blink repeatedly, rub my eyes, try to get a mental image of what she looked like the last time I saw her, and look back at her. My eyes widened.

There she was, Danielle, in the flesh.

What was she doing here? She’s a Lycan, how can she cover up how she ages faster than the rest of us? Well, she did look to be about in her early twenties, could it be possible she had reached her Permanent Age? But still, why here? Why now? Why me? She looked completely bored and her face showed no expression, as it had every other time I saw her. Her eyes were hooded by her lids that were decorated by a light purple color as it matched her outfit. She had grown, that’s a definite yes. She yawned as well as she watched the teacher who had run in here and was now shuffling with her things on her desk. Her face showed no interest in what the teacher was doing, and I watched in fear as her eyes scanned the room. I immediately looked down as her eyes roamed over to my side of the room, and made sure not to make eye contact with her. This just didn’t make sense, why was she here? What could possibly make her want to change schools? I thought she liked it at her old school? Well, then again, she only had Kaydin, perhaps she moved away, meaning Danielle had to switch schools to start fresh. That sounded like the evil conniving little bitch that was once my sister.

I heard a gasp, and I knew I was screwed.

I didn’t dare look up to see if her eyes met mine. I wasn’t going to be that stupid. I looked up at my teacher, and I could see Danielle in the corner of my eye. She looked like she was looking at me, but I could be wrong. Sometimes when I think people are looking at me because their face is directed towards me, I’m usually wrong when I looked at them. I heard a gasp, sure, but that doesn’t mean it was her. Maybe it was another girl who had just been told something unbelievable. It didn’t have to be Danielle, even though it did make sense for her to gasp if she was looking my way when I looked down. I fidgeted my fingers as I listened to what the teacher was talking about, although only about ten percent of me was paying attention. My conscience was telling me to look at her, just to see if it really was her, but the rest of my body was telling me that I should just stay away from her, and that I was crazy that if I even glanced at her.

“Candace Haner?” the teacher asked, looking up into her crowd of students as she took roll. I raised my hand, hoping that my new last name would catch Danielle off guard.

I had to take Brian’s last name for two reasons. One, I was living with him, so people would probably get suspicious if we had two different last names. Two, Cynthia had disowned me, meaning that I was no longer an Owens. I sort of liked my new last name, and I knew Brian loved it. I knew he didn’t think of us as brother and sister when we came up with idea of my last name being his, and I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. I knew he really liked me, what with the incident we found ourselves in a few weeks ago, but we both had other people, meaning that he couldn’t do anything about it, even if he came up with different ways of doing so.

The teacher began to talk about the regular things teachers talked about on the first day of school, which consisted of how she grades papers, what happens when we don’t turn in work, but it all came out as ‘Yada yada oh my God someone kill me yada yada’ to me. I felt a pair of eyes on me the entire time, as I was expecting, and I really hoped she hadn’t figured it out. I knew that if she did, she would surely hunt me down and kill me. I knew Danielle, and I knew she had the mind power to do so. But, something caught me off guard. I felt another pair of eyes on me. I couldn’t help but be suspicious. I lifted my eyes to scan the room, ignoring any space close to Danielle, and my gaze locked on someone else’s.

She had that were a piercing blue color that could only be found in the coldest places that contained ice against her dark complexion, and they were aimed right at me, which scared me a bit. She didn’t have a look of hatred on her face as she continued to stare at me. Her facial structure was softened a bit as her thin pink lips didn’t move once. Her nose tilted up slightly in a natural way as her gaze continued to meet mine. Her thick pitch black hair that came down to her chest shined in the light that escaped through the window beside her desk. Her long, fragile fingers were placed along with her hands on the desk as she held her notebook, her arm propped on the provided steel rail that connected the chair and desk together. She had on a plain black shirt that hugged her body perfectly, not to mention her body was the epitome of perfect, with ripped jeans that exposed her dark kneecap, and to complete her outfit she wore black Chucks with a necklace wrapped around her dark neck, along with a few gold bracelets running across her left arm. She continued to stare at me with her piercing eyes that popped out more with her dark eyeliner outlining her gorgeous eyes as the red eye shadow she wore only implied how perfect her eyes were. This had to be the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.

I continued to stare back at her, completely ignoring the teacher’s words or Danielle’s stares, and I saw the girl move slightly. The corners of her lips moved up an inch or two, and I could see she was forming a smile. She didn’t part her lips as she managed a polite smile directed at me. I tried to mimic the smile, but I was sure it wasn’t as flawless as hers. Her smile widened, and I could tell she was laughing at me on the inside. Well, that isn’t a new one, that’s for sure.

For the next ninety minutes, I had to endure not staring at the gorgeous creature that continued to shift her gaze towards me, and I had to endure not looking at the beast from hell that was sending invisible daggers at my skull as I tried to listen to the teacher’s babbling lecture. I was more than relieved when the bell rang, which meant I could escape this place. English was supposed to be my best subject, and now I was probably going to fail, thanks to the homicidal maniac Danielle and the gorgeous girl that kept on staring at me. It’s not that I like girls, or anything, there was just something that drew me in to her. I could tell that she had that affect on people, considering the majority of the class kept on looking at her, boys and girls.

Once I reached my locker, it took me about two seconds to open it and stuff my literature book in it. I usually don’t use lockers, but I use them on the first day so I won’t have to carry all those books the entire day. At the end of the day I come and get everything to take it home and only bring it to school if the teacher says so the day before, which they normally do. These lockers were just as shitty as last year, so I knew exactly what to do. I slammed it shut with my fist, and smiled when it closed. I remember it taking me five minutes last year to figure out how to close it before someone came and helped me. I was glad I had that helpless little girl thing going on, because it attracted guys. I didn’t really care anymore, considering I had the god as my boyfriend.

“Hi.” I heard a soft voice say. It sounded like an angel’s, to be honest. If it was an angel, that means I must be dead and the angel is coming to take me to hell. But, if I was going to hell, it would be a demon, right? I turned in the direction that the voice came from and saw the girl who was staring at me during English. She looked even more beautiful up close. What was this girl’s problem? No one is supposed to be this beautiful. There has to be something wrong with her. I didn’t say anything, and it obviously didn’t affect the girl. “I’m Kala.” Her voice was as smooth as velvet.

I knew what the name meant, considering I took a Greek mythology class. Kala meant ‘Most Beautiful’. Well, her parents got that right. She stuck her hand out to me, gesturing me to take it, and, for once, I didn’t think twice. I figured that she wasn’t going to kill me, or anything. I placed my hand in hers, and we both shook each others hands gently. “Candace.” I replied, my voice cracking in comparison to the angel’s.

The angel, Kala, smiled a perfect smile that could be counted as competition to Zacky’s, which scared me even more about this girl. She was too perfect. “I like your name.” she said sweetly. “What class do you have next?”

It didn’t bother me that I had only known this girl for two seconds and already she was asking what class I had next. There was something about her that made me feel like I had known her for years. It was like she had a plan, and this was the first step. Call me weird, but I call it a hunch. I had already looked at my next class, so I didn’t need to get my schedule back out to answer Kala. “Chemistry.” I mumbled, and I watched as Kala’s face lightened up a bit.

“Me too!” she cheered excitedly. “Let’s walk together.” I could tell that was more of a statement than a question. She didn’t even wait for me to say anything. She immediately linked her dark brown arm around my pale one, and we both began to walk towards the science building.

It may have been my imagination, like it almost always is, but I knew that I saw it. For the second that Kala had linked arms with mine, I could’ve sworn I saw a familiar symbol on her right wrist as we began to walk down the science building. But there was something wrong. The symbol didn’t look like mine or Zacky’s. I could tell that Kala was different, and in the bad way that could possibly be the death of me.