Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2015 18:41:06 -0500
From: Kit Darling <kittykatdarling989@gmail.com>
Subject: A Rose Among Thorns Part 3

*DISCLAIMER* This story contains depictions of male on male, graphic sexual
interactions. The characters are highschool aged and sometimes have unsafe
sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM! This is a complete work of fiction and any
similarities to persons or events is purely coincidental. Enjoy the story
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CHAPTER 3


"Whatcha guys talking about?" Logan asked seemingly oblivious to the
situation.

"Nothing, important," I said cooly. I stepped away from Blake
and walked up to Logan, putting my arms around his abdomen. I had
my head on his chest. He ran his hand down my back and
instinctively grabbed my butt.

"Sweetie!" I giggled at his outwardly crass behavior, then turned and
glared at Blake. He just smiled. "Let's go socialize," I said as I pulled
Logan out of the kitchen and we rejoined the party.

After three hours of basically being on Logan's lap to make sure
that Blake would leave me alone, Logan took me home. I went to my
bedroom and found that my phone was blinking, indicating a
notification. I opened it and saw that I had missed three
calls from Nolan.

Oh my God, the movie night! I'm the worst best friend on the face
of the planet. I quickly called Nolan back but the call went to
voice-mail. I grabbed my car keys and drove to Nolan's house as
fast as legally possible. When I got there, it was midnight and
all the lights in his house were off. I climbed up the trellis,
and thankfully for me, his window was still open.

 His lamp clicked on as I stumbled in. He looked at me groggily,
"Oh, it's you." I could tell he was pissed.

"I'm so sorry I skipped our movie date. I totally forgot about it when
Blake invited Logan and I to a party," I realized my excuse didn't make up
for it, and I felt worse for saying it.

"So now Logan is more important than our friendship?" Nolan asked. He
sounded hurt.

"Nolan, that's not what I meant."

"I'm not going to take a back seat to your boyfriend. I expect
you to still make time for me," he pulled his blankets back and
moved to the edge of the bed. He but his elbows on his knees and
his face in his hands. He was wearing nothing but a pair of
boxers. I felt a tingling in my groin.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," I sat down on his bed and hugged him
from behind; his bare skin was warm. He put his arm around the back
of my neck. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right thenyet he
didn't even know that the way he was holding me was killing me.

"You can't put me on a back burner just because you have a
boyfriend," he whispered. His voice sounded tired.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," I whispered into his ear.

"Promise?" he sounded sleepy again.

"I promise. I should get home. Mom's gonna ground me," I started to back
off of him but he grabbed my arm.

"Stay?" he almost begged.

"Stay?" I asked, confused by his request. He was delirious. He had
to be; he was asking me too stay with him. I tried to climb off the bed
but he grabbed me and pulled me back.

"Nolan, I'm going to get grounded," I argued feebly, but my heart wasn't in
it as I wanted to stay with him.

"You're already going to get grounded, might as well get extra grounded." I
sighed and moved in close to him. He wrapped his big, strong arm around me
and pulled me tight against his body. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in
his protective grasp.


When I woke up, my head was on Nolan's hard chest. His breathing
was steady. I carefully got off of him and climbed out the window
to my car. I drove home quickly, hoping that my mother wouldn't
notice that I was out all night. I sneaked/snuck in the front door as
quietly as possible. Tommy was standing on the bottom step,
"You're so busted," he whispered. I grimaced as I heard my mom
and dad call me into the kitchen.

"When you're dead, can I have your bedroom?"

I rolled my eyes and headed into my impending doom."Before you start
yelling-" I began but Mom cut me off, as usual.

"You're grounded."

"Uh! Mom! You didn't even let me finish!"

"I don't need to let you finish, you disobeyed me and now you are being
punished," she said without even looking at me. The best she could have
done was at least watch me put on my lipstick before she fucked me.

I turned to dad, incredulous of Mom's rash punishment, "Daddy?!?"

"Sorry, Cori, you got yourself into this pickle," he shrugged and
redirected his attention back to his newspaper.

"Okay, Mom, I know that I disobeyed but that wasn't my intention.  I WAS
home before midnight, but then I remembered that I accidentally ditched
Nolan and then when I got there, I ended up staying the night because he
wanted me to and I felt bad for ditching him."

"Tough luck, Bub, you should have told me you were leaving," she was so
cold. So cruel. What a world we live in.

"You were asleep," I responded in a monotone voice. I wanted to convey that
her request was invalid because she would have grounded me just for waking
her up.

"Oh well, you're grounded," she shrugged.

"This is so unfair!" I shouted. I know I was acting like a child
but I was so annoyed with the whole thing.

"Give me your phone," Mom held out her hand.

"That's a little excessive isn't it, Jinel?" Dad finally chipped in.

"Nope, he did the crime-"

"You can keep your phone, Cori. Just go to your room. You're grounded for a
week. Directly to school, directly home from school.  That's it. Got it?"
he asked. At least he was trying to be fair. If Mom had her way she
probably would have grounded me for three years AND locked me away in a
tower until my hair was long enough to snag a prince.

"Fine," I huffed and stomped off to my bedroom. I threw myself
dramatically onto my bed.


An hour later, Tommy and I were sitting together in the living
room slaying zombies on Resident Evil 6. I think RE4 was the best
 in the series so far but I really liked Sherry Birkin's
character. My phone buzzed in my lap and I saw that it was a text
from Blake.

BLAKE: Glad u came 2 my party last night ;)

ME: Thanx 4 inviting my boyfriend and I.

BLAKE: No problem. We should chill sometime, just you and me.

Ugh what a creep. How could he be so oblivious to my hint that I
wasn't interested in cheating on my fake boyfriend?

ME: Oh as much as I'd love that, I'm busy doing everything for
ever. Sorry.


BLAKE: Ha. Cute and funny.


ME: Byeeeeee


"What's that face about, Kitty Cat?" asked Tommy.

"Stupid boys," I responded before tossing my phone on the floor and gently
kicking it across the room.

"Is Logan giving you guff? Want me to whoop him?" I laughed at
the idea of my tiny, nine-year old brother beating Logan up.

"No, it's not Logan. It's nothing, let's finish up this level."

The next week dragged on slower than molasses. I had to lie to Logan about
why I was grounded because I couldn't tell him I went and cuddled with
Nolan all night, especially since I made the rule that he couldn't hook up
with any girls or hang out with them as long as we were "dating".

I felt bad keeping secrets from him.
It was Friday afternoon and
I was sitting in study hall when Blake walked up and plopped
himself down across from me. I looked up from my French book and
huffed. My eyes rolled so hard I swear they were about to pop
clean out of my noggin.

"What. Do. You. Want?" I tried to sound as disinterested as

possible.

"What are you doing on Wednesday night?" He asked excitedly.

"Seriously, Blake? This again? What's a guy gotta do to give you
the slip?"

"What kind of slip?" he winked and I wanted to scream.

"I am not interested," I stated.

"I was gonna ask if you and Logan wanna go on a double date with
me and Shayla."

"Shayla and I," I corrected him, "and why? Is this some sad
attempt to make me jealous watching you with a girl  so I'll
want you?"

"Actually, it's Shayla and me. Because if you take out Shayla's name, it
wouldn't be do you wanna go on a date with I," he corrected me. Fair
enough. "Besides, I didn't even think of that, but if it gets the job
done..." he winked. I almost barfed. I swear I almost barfed.

"Well the answer is no," I returned my focus to the book in front of me and
hoped he would leave.

"No to what?" Logan asked sitting down next to me.

"To you and Princess, here, joining Shayla and me on a double date
this Wednesday."

"Oh heck, we'd love to go but I already promised Mom that Igan
would come over for dinner Wednesday night," Logan said with a sigh.

"Shoot," Blake looked really disappointed and it brought me a
tiny glimmer of satisfaction.

"Maybe next time," I smiled sweetly and then made a move to kiss
Logan. Logan's mouth was warm and tasted minty fresh. I pulled
away and for a brief moment I saw a flash of jealousy in Blake's
eyes. He stood up and nodded at us, "See ya guys later."

"Did you really promise your mom I'd come over for dinner?" I
asked when Blake was out of earshot.

"No, but you seemed like you didn't want to hang out with him. Do
you not like Blake?"

"Not really. He's too..." I made a gesture like I was flexing my muscles
and growled, "ya know?"

"Aggressive?" Logan tried.

"That's the one. I'm just not dealin with it," I shrugged.

"Well my mom really does want to meet you, so how bout it? Wednesday
you come over for dinner?" Logan asked.

"That sounds great!" I was genuinely excited to meet his mom.

"So like... Wednesday is kind of a special day so..." he trailed off. He
was acting sketchy. Why was he acting sketchy?

"Oh really? Is it someone's birthday or something?" I guessed.

"Kind of..." there was that sketchiness again.

"Logan, why are you being so sketch?" I asked staring at him hoping to
uncover the secrets with the clairvoyant abilities that I didn't have.

"Well, September 23rd is called Mabon," he stated.

"May-what?"

"Mabon. It's the second harvest of the year. It uh... it's a Sabbat day for
my family," Logan started picking at his hands. Was he nervous?

"What does any of that mean?" I asked looked at him intently.

"We're  Wiccan," Logan blurted out. His face got red and he
looked like he was ready to get hardcore judged.

"Fascinating. Tell me more?"

"Huh?" he looked shocked.

"Tell me about Wicca. I've always been interested in the topic,"
I put my face in my hands and gave him my undivided attention.

That night I was sitting in the kitchen drawing a picture of
Logan while my mother cooked.

"Wiccan huh?" she asked as she stirred the sauce she was making,
"That's sinful."

"Only if you do it for evil," I rebutted.

"There is no difference. Witches are witches, Hunny," she sounded so
ignorant. It made me a little sick. I wonder if she thought that about
homosexuality.

"I think it's intriguing. He told me about the festivals they have on
Sabbats. In fact, I'm going to watch his mom perform a ritual on Monday."

"I don't think so."

"Mom, you can't keep me locked up forever. It's not like they are going to
sacrifice a goat or anything. Besides, it's high time I meet my boyfriend's
mother," I picked up my sketchbook and drawing pencils and fled before she
could argue with me again.  When I got to my room I saw that there was a
text from Nolan.


NOLAN: Can we talk?

ME: I'm still technically grounded until tomorrow... You can call
me?

NOLAN: Can I just come in ?

I heard a pebble hit my bedroom window. I moved the curtains out
of the way and threw open the shutters. Nolan climbed in
from the tree outside my room. He sat down on my bed;  he
looked nervous.

"What's up, Buttercup?" I asked sitting across from him in the floral,
wing-back chair.

"I'm thinking of asking Jenna James out on a date, what do you
think?" he wasn't looking me in the eye.

"That evil skank?! How could you, she's only been my absolute
worst enemy since like second grad-" I stopped when I saw an evil
grin snake its way across his face, "You butt! You really had me
going there!" I punched him hard in the bicep. He faked a hurt
look and rubbed his arm.

"Did you have a real problem or did you just come over to
terrorize me?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.

"I just missed my best friend and I felt really bad for getting
you grounded. So I brought you a baggie of those special gummy
bears my mom buys," he responded.

"The ones from that online site?" I said excitedly. He held out
the bag and jiggled it. I snatched it from his grip, almost taking
his arm with it. I opened it and pulled out a light purple gummy
bear and tossed it into my gob. I died and went to heaven.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" I asked while my
taste buds were still in pure ecstasy. Suddenly you could cut the
tension with a knife. He looked around awkwardly at everything
but me.

"Are we seriously so unstable in our relationship that a single
statement can cause a good moment to go bad? It's not like I've
never told you I love you before," I stated.

"That was before I knew what you meant. I didn't realize you meant you were
in love with me," he slumped his shoulders and looked a his feet.

"Oh hell no. I told you why I kissed you."

"Yeah, I know what you said, but I remember that kiss and the way you did
it. I felt your desperation for me to kiss you back. That kiss was
certainly not one of a boy who's mind was cloudy from an emotional
fight. Your story doesn't match up to your kiss."

"You remember the kiss?" I asked in shock.

"Like it was yesterday." I narrowed my eyes at him as he continued talking,
"Not because I enjoyed it. Because it was memorable. Not like wow what a
great kiss memorable, but like wow can't believe a dude just kissed me
memorable. Not that you are just some dude... Ugh. I'm making a mess of
this conversation."

"Nolan, we need to get past this. Quit trying to make it a big
thing. Just believe me when I say I was really emotional after
that fight with Logan," I was worried he was still seeing right
through my lie. He shrugged and nodded,  then he smiled at me.

"You should probably go before my mom finds out you are here."

"You're right," Nolan stood up and gave me a quick hug before
climbing out the window."
I sat down on my bed and sighed staring
at the delicious baggie of gummies. What have I gotten myself
into?

*Author's Note*

Hi all! I'm glad you cam back for the third chapter! I hope this story is
as exciting for you to read as it is for me to write. I'd like to pay
tribute to my amazing editor, Robbie, without whom, you'd all be reading a
bunch of typo-ed gramatically incorrect garbage. I hope to keep you all
interested until the very last word! Stay beautiful! -Kit =^.^=