Devils Roses 04 - Witch

a girl like you would ever like a guy like me.”
    She shook her head, “Are you high? God. This is not really happening. Girl like what? I know they call me emo and say I cut myself. I don't by the way.”
    He started to laugh, "Who? The mean girls who have been with everyone? So what. No one listens to them anyway. They turn on each other regularly."
    She swallowed hard and watched the way her right knee trembled.
    He put a hand on her bare thigh sending sparks across her, “Ophelia I’ve liked you forever. I’m not even kidding. I mean, you're the kind of girl who is too cool to date a guy from high school. You just always seemed so distant, like you didn’t want me to see you.”
    She shook her head. Her whispered words floated from her lips, “I'm not too cool. Too nervous is more like it. I’ve felt like no one could see me.” She had never spoken truer words. She had always blended into the background with the twins.
    He leaned into her, taking the air and replacing it with his warm breath, “I see you Ophelia.” His soft lips brushed hers, as if he were holding back. She responded to his kiss and met him more than half way. She wanted more of his kiss, his breath. She wanted him to cover her, pin her against the truck door and run his hands up her bare legs. She saw an image of his hands roaming her bare thighs.
    She pushed him away and took a breath. His eyes were wild with passion and life. Something she had never seen before.
    He laughed a throaty chuckle, “We should go.”
    “Yup.” She bit her lip before she told him to drive down a dirt road and take everything. She would give him everything he wanted. She knew what he wanted. She could feel it in the air. Touching him only made it worse. His emotions and feelings crept into her mind with every touch of his fingers. It was like the whispers but good.
    Her breath was still too big for her chest, as they parked in the driveway of Lance’s parents house. She didn’t know Lance anymore than she knew any of them. They were the popular kids. They tortured the nerds and dorks and ignored the rest of the insignificant nobodies, like her.
    She went to open the door to the truck but Jake’s hand reached over and pulled her in to him again. His huge hands crushed her into his chest. He squeezed and pulled until she was in his lap. His greedy fingers rubbed her back, wanting more. More skin to touch, more than just a kiss.
    She pushed hard against his chest.
    He smiled, “Your eyes are really different colors up close.” He spoke breathlessly, “I have always liked that about you.”
    She giggled nervously, “This is too fast for me.”
    “Me too. I feel like we don’t know each other even though I’ve seen you every day.”
    “I think we should go in.”
    “Okay.”
    She leaned in for a soft kiss but his tongue met hers inside of her mouth. She tried to pull back but his hands were too strong for her. She saw the image again, him straddling her, her back against the hard metal of the door and his hands roaming her skirt. They were lifting up her thighs. His hands felt molten against her.
    “Stop.” She spoke unconvincingly, as his mouth found her neck. His lips burned a trail down her throat.
    His hands slid around to her stomach. They started their progression to her breasts. He moved quickly, skillfully.
    She pushed against him and shouted, “STOP!”
    He froze. His lips looked ridiculous frozen in position they had been on her throat. His eyes were half closed, creepily. His hands formed cups just in front of her breasts. She backed against the steering wheel.
    “Jake?” She whispered. He didn’t move, even to breathe. She didn’t know what to do. She felt a panicked scream rising in her throat.
    She looked around the truck but no one was there. Her trembling fingers fought with his huge hands and arms to free her from his embrace. She struggled to climb off of him. She kicked her legs and pushed against him violently to get away. As her body hit the seat, she slid until she felt the hard metal of the door against her back. She started to cry in panic, “Jake. Jake please stop it. I was just scared. It was going too fast. Jake. Please move again.” She put a foot out to kick at his body gently. He remained in the position perfectly like a model at the wax museum.
    Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she reached a wobbly hand out to his arm. He was frozen completely and perfectly. She squeezed his rock hard bicep and pulled her