LIAR, LIAR: High School Bully Romance (Season One | Episode Two) Page 2

  She raises her brow and then smiles. I shake my head, but I can’t fight the grin pulling my lips upward.

  I don’t hear a word the teacher says for the rest of class. My entire body is zeroed in on Kiah’s every movement, every breath. It’s crazy. It’s irrational. I never want it to stop.

  When the bell rings releasing us, I stand and gather my computer and notebook, trying to ignore Kiah and Murphy. “See you at lunch,” he says before passing me. I sigh but don’t respond. A second later, my phone vibrates in my pocket.

  “Wanna tell me what that was about?” Murphy says, linking her arm in mine.

  “Nothing,” I say, pulling my phone out and opening the most recent text.

  “Oh, yeah,” she says, reading the message beside me. “Doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”

  Kiah: I can’t wait to feel those wet lips pressed against me again.

  I reply with a kissy emoticon and lock my phone.

  “So, y’all were . . . ya know, before class?”

  I jerk my head to the right, my eyes wide. “What? No. He’s talking about my lips. Ya know . . . the ones on my face.”

  “Uh-huh. Sure, he is.”

  I laugh. Let her believe what she wants.

  The rest of the first half of the day continues the same as yesterday with the exception of running into Kiah. Yesterday, he was rude and snarky every time I saw him in the hall on the way to class, but today he leans in for a sweet kiss or runs his hands down my arm in a gentle caress. By the time lunch arrives, I’m so worked up I don’t know how to act normal.

  I follow Murphy through the room while keeping an eye on the doors to the cafeteria. Today, we decided on American Deli for lunch. I place my order, six lemon pepper wings and cheese fries, and gesture for Murphy to do the same before paying. We sit at the same table we chose yesterday and wait for our order to be ready.

  Kiah pushes open the doors, his gaze traveling the room until he spots me. I smile and wait for him to join us. My number is called before he makes it over, and I stand to grab the plates. I’m filling our cups when something happens. At first, I don’t know what it is, but a hush comes over the entire room. It’s like someone pressed Pause. No, that’s not right. It’s like the Mute button was pressed. One by one, students pull their phones out and then bump the person next to them to do the same.

  I glance at Kiah, sitting next to Murphy, and head that way. His phone goes off as I arrive. Setting the tray down on the table, I pull my own phone out, but there’s nothing there.

  Kiah raises his head, his gaze narrow. His nostrils flare.

  Once.

  Twice.

  And then he stands. Murphy sucks in a surprised breath of air. “Calli?” She asks. I glance at her, hurt written across her face. I don’t understand. Rather, I don’t want to.

  I’ve been waiting for the shoe to drop all day. Sycilly had a plan, and from the shocked looks across the room, she put that plan into motion. I pull my gaze from Murphy and watch Kiah stalk across the room, his shoulder tight with unshed anger.

  “Calli?” Murphy says again. Louder this time.

  “Yeah?”

  “Is this a joke?” She asks.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  She passes her phone to me. There are three photos, each more incriminating than the last. The color leaks from my face as I swipe.

  “How could you?” she asks.

  “It’s not what it looks like.” It’s a feeble excuse. Even I know that, but I have to try.

  “It looks like you fucked my boyfriend,” she yells, snatching her phone from my hand. The entire room erupts then, but I can barely hear it over the pounding in my ears.

  Chapter Four

  “A coward talks to everyone but YOU.”

  -Shannon L. Alder

  Kiah

  I can’t comprehend what I’m seeing.

  That’s not right. I know exactly what I’m seeing, but I can’t connect the pieces in my mind.

  Calliope is a virgin. I know that with one hundred percent certainty. It’s one of the reasons she reacted the way she did when Sycilly messaged me those nudes.

  And yet, I see her almost completely naked on top of Brax. I swipe right and the next photo stops my heart. She’s on his lap, a sheet or something covering her lower half, but it looks like she’s riding his dick. Her hands are pressed to his chest. His are wrapped around her wrists.

  I see red.

  Distantly, I hear Murphy ask Calli a question. I strain to hear her reply, but I don’t turn back.

  I watched this show once about running with the bulls. It said something about bulls hating the color red, so if you wore it, they would chase.

  I feel like a bull right now and Brax is wearing blazing crimson. He stands before I make it over. “You like that, Bro? You said to fuck with her.”

  I don’t wait to hear the rest. One minute, I’m walking across the cafeteria and the next I’m on the ground, my legs on each side of Brax, my fist in shreds. I don’t stop when it hurts or when the rest of the guys try to pull me off. I don’t even let up when Callie screams my name. I hit him until I’m numb. Until I can barely lift my arm and I’m not even sure my fingers are attached anymore.

  Then I stand and walk the fuck out.

  I spend a lot of time thinking after that in the bathroom while I try to clean the blood off. My brow is split, and my ribs hurt like a motherfucker, but when I try to recall getting hit it all goes fuzzy.

  Daniel walks in a few minutes later, a change of clothes in hand. I take them from him with a mumbled thanks.

  “Brax is fine. Black and blue, but fine.”

  “For now.”

  “For fuck’s sake, Kiah you said she was free game. So, he fucked her. Are you really mad about that or are you pissed because you’re the only one allowed to?”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “The hell I don’t. She’s not worth it. I don’t care if she is your best friend’s sister.”

  “Fuck.” I grind out at the mention of Tane. He’s going to be pissed.

  “You dodged a bullet, man. Keep your head down and let this shit blow over. Brax is fine, you’re fine. Let’s move past this.”

  I stew over his words while looking at the pictures again. I still can’t believe she would do that. If someone had told me, I would have called them a liar, but seeing it hits differently.

  Daniel’s right. Maybe I dodged a bullet, maybe not. There’s too much I can’t piece together. Why did she run out and take my car if she fucked Brax? Why didn’t he just take her home? When did she have time? She was soaking wet from the pond one minute and gone the next. Brax came back about ten minutes after she left, Sycilly at his side.

  I need answers, and right now there is only one person able to give them to me.

  “Call me later, okay?” I say, brushing past Daniel.

  “Where are you going?” he asks.

  “Home.”

  My phone vibrates, but I know who it is, so I ignore it until it quits then I text Calliope.

  Me: My car. Now.

  One way or another, I’m getting to the bottom of this shit today. I just hope she didn’t do what it looks like she did. I don’t know how to deal with that.

  I’ve already lost so much for this fucking girl. She burrowed herself under my skin and won’t let up. I’ve tried to ignore her. Tried to push her away even when it drove me fucking nuts to do so.

  It had better not have been all for nothing. Otherwise, I’ll fucking kill her.

  Chapter Five

  “Hypocrites get offended by the truth.”

  -Jess C. Scott

  Chapter Six

  “People wear a mask of a lie so they look

  attractive, so be careful”

  -Muhammad Saqib

  Calliope

  I cornered Murphy the moment Kiah left the room. I need to make her understand it’s not what it seems like, but so far, she
has ignored me.

  “Murphy, listen to me, please. I wouldn’t have done that to you. I don’t even like Brax. Why would I sleep with him?”

  “You don’t like Brax? Everyone likes him. I’ve had to fight off vultures for a year now.”

  “Not me. I swear.”

  “I saw the pics, Calliope. How can you say you didn’t do something when the proof is right there?” she says, thrusting her phone into my face once again.

  “The pics are fake.”

  “Right. Of course they are.”

  “I’m serious.”

  My phone vibrates on the table. I glance at it from the corner of my eye and see Kiah’s message.

  “I’ve got to go, but I promise I will explain it to you. Please call me later.”

  She doesn’t answer. Her mind is made up and not in my favor. I don’t know what to say to make her understand, especially when she won’t let me get a word in.

  Snatching my phone off the table, I race out the doors. Hopefully, Kiah will listen. My phone goes off in my hand as I near Kiah’s car. I take a deep breath and steel myself for the conversation that is about to happen.

  “Hey, big bro. What’s up?”

  “What the actual fuck, Calli?”

  I knew he would get the pics. He’s friends with everyone here. Has been for years. I sigh into the phone.

  “Can we do this later, please? I’m headed home right now. I’ll call you as soon as I get there.”

  “You’d better fucking call me the moment you walk into the house.”

  “I will. Love you.”

  He hangs up and my heart breaks a little more.

  The doors click, unlocking, and I don’t waste a second climbing in. Anger radiates off Kiah when he settles in the driver’s seat. I try to make myself as small as possible. Not because I think he will hurt me, not physically, at least. But I’ve been on the receiving end of his angry outburst before, and I can guarantee that his words cut like knives.

  We make it home in record time. Kiah pulls into the garage, and I let out a sigh of relief that Mom’s car is missing. Hopefully, Kiah’s mom is out with her and we can have the house to ourselves for this.

  “My room,” he growls, slamming the door after exiting. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little turned on by his caveman attitude, regardless of how disturbing that is.

  I drop my bag inside the door and race up the stairs behind him. He slams the bedroom door behind us. I sit perfectly still on the edge of his bed and wait. Kiah paces back and forth, staring at the carpet. Every once in a while, he will glance up at me, shake his head, and then continue pacing.

  “Kiah,” I start.

  He stops, stares straight at me, and then turns away. “No.”

  I don’t say anything after that. He resumes pacing, his temper rising so high I can feel it pulsing off him in waves.

  “Why?” he asks finally.

  “Why what?”

  “I don’t know. Fuck. I don’t fucking know, Calli.”

  My heart jumpstarts in my chest. He isn’t asking me why I did it. He hasn’t accused me of it at all yet, and that gives me hope. Maybe he doesn’t believe it.

  Kiah holds his hands out in front of him, noticing for the first time how bad they look. And then he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

  I fight the desire to stare at his perfectly sculpted body. Not the time. Not the place. He wraps his shirt around his right hand to stop the pain, I think, or maybe the blood. Hell, I don’t really know, then he turns back to me.

  He stares so long I wonder if he’s even aware. I hold his gaze, trying to covey with my eyes that it isn’t true. I don’t know if it works.

  “Kiah, please. Sit down. Talk to me.”

  His shoulders sag, but he doesn’t sit.

  “I love you, you know,” he says with a laugh. “I didn’t even fucking know it myself until I saw those pictures and everything crashed in around me. How’s that for irony? Realize you love a girl after she’s fucked one of your best friends.”

  I suck in sharply. One second, I’m soaring and the next I’m falling . . . falling . . . falling.

  “I didn’t.”

  “What?” he asks.

  “I didn’t fuck him.”

  “It sure as hell looked like you did.” He looks so lost and hurt that I can’t sit here and watch it for a second longer.

  “I didn’t fuck him,” I say, standing in front of him and staring into his sable eyes. “I did NOT FUCK him.” I reach out, placing my hand against his chest, directly over his heart. “Listen to me, Kiah. You know me. You know I didn’t do this.”

  I wait for a breath.

  Two.

  Three.

  “I know.” Every fiber of my body relaxes with those two whispered words.

  “Sit with me. Please.” I pull him toward the bed and then push him onto it. He scoots over, giving me room to sit next to him, and when I do, he lies back, pulling me with him. I settle in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

  “I was wet and cold. Sycilly walked me to the house. I thought she was being nice.”

  “Shh. I don’t want to hear it, Calli. I don’t need to hear it.”

  “I want you to know what happened. I want you to know I wouldn’t . . . I’d never do that.”

  He turns, leaning on his elbow, and looks down at me. “I know you wouldn’t,” he says before capturing my mouth with his.

  I melt beneath him. It’s the only way to describe it. Kiah Marten is the flame to my hardened wax.

  I never stood a chance.

  Chapter Seven

  “The problem with being a liar is you

  can never believe anyone else.”

  -Chloe Thurlow

  Kiah

  She tastes like honeysuckles and summer rain. I want to lose myself in her and never return.

  This is not what I came here for. Fuck. Not that I'm complaining one single fucking bit. Not one day has gone by that I haven’t dreamed of being buried deep inside her, but is it the right thing to do? We were supposed to talk. Work things out. I still have more questions than answers, and this isn’t helping.

  All thought stops when she pushes me off her. She stands and shoves me down on her bed. I roll over, looking up at this beautiful fucking woman above me. Her top falls to the floor, quickly followed by the tight jeans she wore to school. I lie there, unable to move, struck completely immobile by the most magnificent sight I've ever set eyes on.

  I try to sit up, but she shoves me back again.

  Feisty. I like that.

  Her hands grip my jeans, and she pulls, taking my boxer briefs down with them. Leaving my jeans on the floor, she crawls her way back up my legs. She kisses up my thigh, trailing her soft, full lips across my skin, all the way up to my hip bones and across my stomach . . . then lower.

  Lower.

  Lower.

  I can’t decide if I need to hold my breath or let it barrel rapidly out of my lungs. She sits back on her heels and gazes down at me. I wish I could read her mind. I’d pay anything to know what she’s thinking right now. Her hand replaces her lips, running along my chest, my abs. My breath catches when her hand reaches the short stubble of hair on my groin.

  She reaches out and gently, almost reverently, runs her finger down the backside of my cock. It jumps the moment her cool skin touches it, and she laughs, low and sexy. Wrapping her hand around me, she pulls, stroking up and down.

  My eyes slam shut as a tense groan of painful pleasure escapes me. She slows her rhythmic pumping just before I feel her breath puffing out against me. Her tongue slips out between her sexy lips and circles the head of my dick. I force my eyes open to see if this is real. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  She glances up at me from under her lashes, watching my expression. She licks the head, leaving a trail of spit on it. My cock jumps again before she slides her mouth down, sucking me into her warm mouth. I feel her tongue still circlin
g my dick inside her mouth, popping against the head of it each time she raises before lowering herself back down again.

  Her hand wraps around me, stroking along in tune with her mouth. I feel my orgasm building in the base of my cock. My hands grip the sheets tightly. Sweat beads on my brow.

  Her ass is poking up in the air, wiggling a bit. I watch for a minute, imagining pounding into her hard and fast from behind.

  “Can you make it disappear?”

  She moans, taking more of me. There’s no way she can swallow all of it. No one ever has. It doesn’t stop her from trying, though. I can feel the back of her throat when she drops down, and I can’t take another second. I feel the orgasm start deep inside me, racing through my veins.

  My cock hardens even more.

  I try to pull her off, not wanting to fill her mouth, but she keeps going, sucking harder and stroking me faster and faster, her tongue licking the head over and over.

  The first wave crashes over me. My cock pulses, my seed shooting out, coating the back of her throat. She moans and swallows a mouthful before sucking more of me down again. I pulse again and again, filling her mouth.

  My body shudders.

  I lie there stupefied. Never in my life have I had a blow job like that. I can't move. My heart is pounding in my chest at an alarming rate.

  She licks the head one more time before kissing her way up my chest to my neck, my cheek, and my lips. I capture her, flipping her over on the bed below me. My cock is already stirring, ready to slide deep inside her silken folds.

  “Mmm, so sweet,” I say, kissing along her neck to the hollow spot at her shoulder. She moans, and the sound makes it harder to take my time, to be gentle.

  I spread her knees with my good hand and trail my fingers down the inside of her thighs, across her lace panties. She’s so fucking wet. I brush my lips across the inside of her knee, then her thigh. Leaning forward, I place a feather soft kiss on her flat stomach below the silver ring in her belly button. My finger slides beneath the edge her panties, across her silky soft clit.