The next day, was a day unlike any they had experienced. The sun seemed dull, the air seemed musty, and everything else was coated in a thick layer of grey. School seemed like a whole new experience to them; they were whole new people now. Today was the day they became true enemies, in every sense of the word. There was no talking, no touching, no kissing, and absolutely no dares.
It was torture at its finest and he was using every bit of his will power to endure. He couldn't touch her, but he was damn sure going to look his fill! He couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted, he was having a hard time just staying in his seat and not pulling her into his lap so he could kiss her soft, full lips until they couldn't breathe. It was the first time he wished she didn't sit next to him in class. He knew he was making her nervous and even though he felt bad, he loved it. He couldn't help it, he just loved her reaction to him, and he knew that deep crimson blush was because of him, that her nipples now hardened because of his stare. He was so in tune to her, every time the air shifted or she moved, he could smell the cheap soap she used. A soap that was now more stimulating to him than a $500 bottle of perfume. He was going nuts, he got a little harder every time he heard her legs cross or uncross, and he swore he could hear her nipples brushing against her shirt. How the hell was he supposed to hate her when all he could think about was loving her?
He was not built for this, it was in his blood to fight for what he wanted, he always had. He had never been denied anything in his life, and now he faced the one thing he TRULY wanted, but could not have.
Bianca Rose was against the law and he faced damnation if he didn't stay away!
***
He was staring at her openly, she sat facing straight forward looking straight ahead, trying desperately not to look over at him. She could feel his stare, burning through her clothes and caressing her, he was daring her to look at him. She couldn't look at him, she was barley holding on as it was, one look at him would make her forget, make her want him more, just thinking about him had her panties soaked and she was crossing and uncrossing her legs to ease the pain.
He purposely dropped his pen, when it rolled over and hit her foot; she squeezed her eyes closed tight. She could feel him as he got close, the heat from his body, the smell of his cologne; she opened her eyes just in time to see his strong hand picking up the pen. She was an instant mess, blushing, lightly sweating, and shaking. That glimpse was almost her undoing, his skilled fingers reminding her of all the mind-blowing pleasure they brought to her. She had to force herself not to think of those fingers all over her body, playing with her breasts, sliding inside of her. She gasped, and then cringed when she realized she had done it out loud, and half the class was looking at her, including the always entertaining Mr. Mills, who was now looking at her with an irritation laced boredom. Of course, he had already made a few choice comments about her lack of focus today. If he only knew the extreme amount of concentration and focus she was using not to look at Diago. Besides she was paying enough attention to know Mr. Mills hadn't said a damn thing to Diago, who was staring at her hard, his untamed eyes burning into her. If Diago would just look away from her, she could cope a little better.
***
It was prom night, a night for celebration, a night of accomplishment and pride, but 2 of the seniors were absolutely miserable.
Maddy was wearing a blood red gown that went perfectly with her newly enhanced hair color and accented her pale skin. It also matched Trent, a guy with fire red hair and a stud in his lip who she was in love with after only 3 days. Trent wore a kooky tie over a ripped and dirty white shirt, a heavy black leather jacket decorated with tons of artistic graffiti Trent was more than happy to volunteer he personally created.
Veda, always the stunner, wore a deep milk chocolate silk low cut gown that accented her curves and made her appear taller than her five foot frame. Veda, being typical Veda had decided to go to the prom alone; she had a couple guys ask, but she refused them. "Boys" she had called them in disgust with her nose up. Her mood changed drastically when Tyson, who had really noticed her at the party, asked her to the prom during lunch. Without any doubt about her sudden change in attitude about high school "boys", she said yes.
Bianca had used her mother's old, barely working sewing machine, to make her own gown. She also found a pretty gold material in her mother's old things. No way could her father afford a new gown right now, lot rent had gone up at the trailer park and they were barely making ends meet as it was. So she took her time and made her prom dress. It was strapless, she fitted the top to her, so it fit perfectly to her tiny waist and held her full C- cup breasts in like a corset, from the waist down she had gathered the flowy material to create a full skirt.
Fergy James, the mocha skinned, black eyed, corduroy wearing, pockets full of pens, king of the nerds, was head geek of the Math Club and proud of it. He was five-foot-five weighing no more than 120 pounds, but had the walk of a pit bull, ruff and rugged, despite his tiny frame. He wasn't the strongest guy, but he knew there was no other nerd around who could take him. He had always had a high sense of self, his parents lavishing their only child in adoration over his high intelligence, he was the apple of their eye and they had spoiled him rotten.
He had noticed Bianca in the 9th grade when he moved here from Ohio, noticed she was the only one who equaled his own superior intelligence and just happened to be the cutest girl at school. He was immediately in love! So when he asked her to the prom expecting her to say no, he nearly passed out when she said yes.
Bianca accepted Fergy's invitation because despite his puffed out chest and compulsive obsession to express how smart he was, he was absolutely harmless.
He came to her door dressed in a mint green polyester tuxedo, matching velour cummerbund and bowtie, topping it off with a pale yellow button up shirt. He pulled out a matching wrist corsage of fresh carnations, putting it on Bianca's wrist. She smiled and took his arm, wishing her father would have at least gotten up to see her off. In Fergy's green car, she hooked the pink bow in the middle of the corsage, not sure why, just wanting something that had meaning to her.
***
Brittany couldn't get a hold of him. He refused to ask her to the prom, he said he was going with his friends, but she had already told everyone that he had asked her months ago, so she had to do something. She decided on waiting for him to go in, than run in behind him, so it looked like they arrived together. She waited outside until she saw him, Wes and a few other guys pull up in his car.
***
He was in no rush to get to the prom. He was only going because he knew Bianca was going, he heard Fergy James had asked her.
He was not impressed.
If things were different or he was from another family, he would have taken her to the prom, hell, in his mind he should have taken her. He knew he had no right to be upset, but logic wasn't stopping his possessiveness. If he couldn't touch her or hold her on their one and only prom night, he wanted to at least see her and make sure no one else touched or kissed her.
***
She was standing by the buffet talking with Maddy and Veda when Diago walked in with the seniors of the football team, everyone of them wearing their football jersey. She could not help but notice how handsome Diago looked in his. She could tell he had just raked his fingers through his hair, as usual, and he even had a little stubble, but he was by far the most handsome man she had ever seen. She turned away from him, just as he turned towards her.
***
He saw her immediately, she looked amazing, her long beautiful hair fell in a mass of big loose curls down her back, he was itching to run his hand through it. Her body was amazing, her large breasts crushed against the top of the gown, looked ready to pop right out. He had an insane urge to pull down her top and kiss them.
"There you are." Brittany came out of nowhere, planting a kiss on his lips, than she took his hand. "I got us a good seat."
Bianca looked up just in time to see Brittany kissing him. She wanted to march over there and drag Brittany off him by her long blonde hair, but she couldn't, she was supposed to hate Diago, not wishing he could have taken her to her prom instead of taking Brittany.
***
Tyson excused himself from Veda for a minute going over to Diago and Wes at the table.
