Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 10:13:12 -0500
From: Kit Darling <kittykatdarling989@gmail.com>
Subject: A Rose Among Thorns Part 19

*DISCLAIMER* This story contains depictions of male on male, graphic sexual
interactions. The characters are high school aged and sometimes have unsafe
sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM! This is a complete work of fiction and any
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CHAPTER 19


As soon as we arrived, Logan ran off to get us some drinks. I went in
search of a bathroom and found one; unfortunately, Blake was in it. I
rolled my eyes and made to leave, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled
me into the huge water closet.

"Blake c'mon," I said trying to get free.

"Just shut up for a damn minute," he made to kiss me, but I backed
up; he reeked of whiskey.

"Blake, stop it, I chose Logan, okay?"

"God! Cori, what do you want?!"

"Not you, that's for sure," I yanked my arm free and backed up.
His eyes narrowed and he raised a hand. Before I could blink, he
hit me.

"That's for all the shit you put me through," he growled, "You
are such a little bitch, Cori. You led me on for so long,
cheating on Logan, fucking with my head-"

"Save the waterworks, Blake. You can try being innocent, but you
were just as bad. You told me you wanted me, then you started
that, that fantasy with Shayla. She's just another heart that got
broken in this equation. I gave you your chance to have me and
you threw it away. Now I'm with Logan and I'm happy. I'm gonna
forgive you for hitting me, for your sake," I said glancing into
the mirror to see if it left a mark. There was a strip of red
across my left cheek.

"Oh what? You gonna go tell Logan, your body guard? Shit, I'll
tell him myself," he shoved me hard and I fell down.

"Wow, your true colors are really shining through, Blake," I
stood up and went toward the door.

"I'm sorry! Please, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that to
you. I'm just so mad," he started sobbing, "I seriously love you
so much and it kills me to see you with someone else. I'm a
fucking idiot for falling for you and an even bigger one for
hitting you and shoving you."

"I won't disagree, but, Blake, it's really over for us this
time." I spun on my heel and fled the bathroom. I went down the
stairs and bumped into my boyfriend.

Logan handed me a red plastic cup filled with beer. How I loathed
beer. But I sipped it because he gave it to me.

"So I was thinking," he said flirtatiously as he moved in closer and
ran his hand down my arm, "we could skip out of here, and just
before the sun rises, I could make you cum like never before."

I shivered and grinned. I loved when he talked dirty to me like
that. We usually had such innocent conversations, but when he
told me the things he wanted to do to me it always got me going.

"I like that plan," I whispered into his ear before licking it.
As I stepped back he got a better look at me and his dreamy look
disappeared.

"What's that on your face?" he grabbed my chin and turned my head
to get a better look.

"I tripped over some guy who was passed out upstairs," I lied.

"What'd you hit your face on?"

"The table in the hall. You know me, ol' Klutzy," I laughed and
patted his cheek before kissing him sweetly on the lips.

"I'm gonna go talk to the guys for a bit and then we can bounce,
okay, Igan?" Logan raised an eyebrow and waited for my permission
to leave.

"Yep, I'll probably be over there chatting with Sam," I replied,
gesturing to Sam on the couch with her friends. I walked over and
sat down next to her.

"Hey, Doll!" she slurred. She was already drunk, "I missed you so
much!"

"We literally danced together all night," I said to her.

"Hunny, I meant when we were apart for the time it took Nolan to
drive me here," she said with a chuckle.

"I missed you too," I patted her leg.

"We were just asking Sammy if she's had sex with Nolan yet,"
Desiree Howe filled me in.

"SHHHH!" Sam hissed at Desiree, "Don't tell Cori that I had sex
with Nolan. He's in love with him."

My face burned red, "Not anymore," I defended myself.

"Look what you did, Desie!" she frowned at the blonde across from
us, "Cori's mad at me."

"I'm not mad, Sam. You can have sex with whomever you want," I
explained. She made a sad face and leaned her drunken head
against my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Cori," she said quietly.

"Sammy, it's chill. I don't even care," I moved my shoulder and
she sat up.

"For real?"

"For real," I smiled and got up and walked off to find something
more productive to do. I didn't get far though because suddenly I
felt someone grab a handful of my hair and pull me backward.


"OUCH!" I cried out. I spun around. It was Shayla, and
she was out for blood.

"You little harlot!" she screamed at me.

"Can we talk privately?" I asked. I had a pretty good idea what
she was referring to.

"We can talk right here! Everyone needs to know what a two timing
hussy you are!"

"You petulant little sock puppet," I hissed, "You have no idea
what you're talking about."

"Oh I think I do you little-" before she could finish that
sentence, Sam's fist crashed into her face. Shayla fell to the
ground, out cold.

"Oops, someone should clean this girl up," Sam said as everyone
stared. She stumbled back to the couch and I mouthed thank you.
She nodded and I went to find Logan. When I turned around he was
right there.

"What was that about?" he narrowed his eyes.

"No clue," I lied, "Let's go." I grabbed his hand and he followed
me out, but once we were outside he pulled his hand away.

"What was Shayla talking about? Why did she call you those
things?" He crossed his arms and waited for my explanation.

"Okay, Logan, there's something I need to confess to you. I need
you to promise you won't get mad at me."

"Cori, there's nothing you could have done that would make me mad
at you."

"When we were dating, the first time..." I started. His stare
intensified.

"Yes?" he shifted his weight to the other leg.

"I kind of did a thing," I looked down at the ground.

"What did you do, Igan?"

"Blake and I messed around."

"What?" Logan went stiff.

"To be fair, you and I were only pretending, and you were always
so hot and cold-"

"You went back on the contract?"

"There was no rule that said I couldn't-" I started but he
interrupted me again.

"You made me promise to stay faithful to you so that people
didn't think I was a whore, but then you went behind my back and
fucked Blake Smith? Is this what he meant that night at the party
when he said that you belonged with him?" Logan's voice was
filling with anger.

"Logan, it doesn't matter, that was then, and this is now. I love
YOU," I grabbed his hand, but he jerked away.

"I need some time to think," he walked toward his truck. I
followed him.

"Please, I'm sorry! It was wrong! I know that! I shouldn't have
done what I did. We weren't even really together at that point!"

"That doesn't matter!" He spun around and shouted, "I was falling
for you and you were whoring around. I should have known better,"
his voice grew dark, distant.

"Logan," tears started to stream down my face.

"Save the water works Corrigan." He got into his truck and
started it up, "Get in, I'll take you home."

"I can find another ride-"

"I SAID GET IN!"

I jumped when he raised his voice. I did as he said and buckled
up. Excruciating silence filled the vehicle on the drive to my
house. When Logan pulled up to my place I undid my seatbelt.

"I just want to say, I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Get out," he kept his angry gaze forward. I got out and he
peeled out of my driveway as if he couldn't flee any faster.





The next day, when I woke up and remembered the night before, my first
instinct was to cry. I felt like a piece of garbage. I
wished I could take back every moment with Blake. I wished that
Logan had never learned of my adulterous activities. As I lay
there crying, I got a text.



SAM: Come over. Now.



I pulled on some clothes and drove to her place. When I got
there, I saw Blake's car in the driveway. I reluctantly went
inside and Sam was waiting in the foyer.

"Blake is in the kitchen," she said with a grim face. "Y'all need
to sort your shit out. Logan is on his way." I nodded and walked
past her and into the other room. Blake was leaned against a
counter but he straightened up when I walked in.

"Cori, I'm so sorry," he said.

"Why?" I asked, frowning, "I'm at fault too."

"Yes, but if I hadn't gotten drunk and said what I said to Shayla
or did what I did to you..."

"You can't take it back. The damage is done," I shook my head and
stared at the floor.

"I know but I'm still sorry," he said again. His voice softer.

"I just wish things were different. I wish that you, Logan, and I
could have all just been friends," I said quietly.

"Logan and I will never be friends, Cori. I hate him."

"Why?"

"Because he has you!" he blurted. His eyes widened as if he was
just as surprised as I was to hear him say that.

"You could have had me. For two months I was alone, begging for
your forgiveness. Wishing you would come, and tell me you loved me,
and we could be together. That ship has long sailed, Blake."

"This is why it seems like Fate doesn't want us together. Shayla
broke up with me. In my drunkenness, I told her that I was in love
with you."

"Oh please," Logan's voice startled me and I whirled around.
"Fate has nothing to do with you not being good enough for Igan."

"Fuck you man!" Blake said, his chest puffing up.

"Stop it right now, both of you. Sit." I demanded crossing my
arms angrily. Both guys took a seat at the table and I just
stared, trying to gather my thoughts.

"Blake, you and I are done. I don't love you anymore. I've had so
much time to think and I never thought I'd come to the conclusion
that I have. I can't be with either of you."

"What?!" Logan shouted, standing up.

"Wait, please, just let me finish," I held up a hand, "Everyone
has been trying to get me to pick Blake. Blake's a better guy,
Blake's smarter, and Blake's a God-fearing Christian."

Blake got a smug look on his face.

"But it's not true. No one else knows the Blake I know. The Blake
who spoke to me so cruelly on Christmas morning. The Blake who
wrote me a song and lied about it. The Blake that hit me last
night-"

"Wait, that mark on your face is his fault?" Now it was Logan's
turn to puff up.

"Calm down, Logan, let me finish. No one knows the Blake that I
know. We aren't a good match.

"And Logan, I don't deserve you. You are so smart and so kind and
so generous. You know when I'm upset. You know what I like and
don't like. You are a great guy. You deserve to be with someone
who can see that. You need someone who never wants to stray from
you. Someone who tells you everything and doesn't keep you in the
dark. That's not me. I'm a liar, I'm a cheat. I'm reckless, and
careless, and selfish, and mean."

"I don't care about any of that," Logan said as tears gathered in
his eyes.

"This is exactly why I can't allow you to be with me," I came
closer and put my hand on his cheek, "You've been so good to me,
Logan Black. I can't let you stay in a relationship with a person
like me. I love you and I have to let you go."

"So why not chose me?" Blake asked with a sad look.

"Because I can't be with you after everything you said and did to
me. I can't let myself be with someone who calls the person he
loves an imbecile. Blake, you and I aren't meant to be. We all
deserve to be happy. That can't happen if we are together."

"Cori, you don't have to do this," Blake said, standing up.

"I do. I need some time to myself to just reflect on how
to be a better human being. I treated you both like dirt. I'm so
sorry I broke your hearts, and I hope you can find room to forgive
me, even though I don't deserve it," I stated crying at that
point, so I turned and left, knowing I had done the right thing.






An entire year has passed since the day I left Logan and Blake.
We all stood with our class in long silver and black robes and
hats. I smiled to myself as I looked down at the diploma in my
hand. I had finally done it. I had finally graduated.

Logan was still single. He decided it was best to stay away from
dating after all I'd put him through, but he was still growing
and becoming such an amazing person. More people spoke to him, and
he seemed so much happier these days. He still had that bad boy
rep, but I knew in my heart of hearts that he was a good man.

Blake had started dating someone else from a neighboring town and
they seemed very happy together. I was glad I'd let them both go,
it really was for the best. This summer I would be in Paris with
Sam, and after that I was headed to college. Now I was free to do whatever
I wanted in college, and I had a feeling it was going to be a real blast.


The end...for now.



*AUTHOR'S NOTE* So there it is, guys. The final chapter. Thanks to everyone
who stuck by me and gave me words of encouragement. This may not be the
ending anyone wanted but this is it and I promise the next part to Cori's
story will make up for all of this. He'll be in college and a lot more
grown up. Less drama and more romance. As for the spin off in the works
it's still just that, in the works. I have no clue when I will be ready to
post it so you'll have to be paitent with me. Love and kisses to all of
you! -Kit =^.^=