'Whom You Least Expect' is my wacky world. It's more on the erotic side than my other stories (yes, I plan to write more). I wanted to create a world in which a character faced unexpected odds, and had to make decisions on the run. I think I succeeded with it during the first three chapters. The fourth one was different, it was a voyage into a character's inner self. With this fifth installment we finally see a crack into Elsa and Violet's relationship. I hope you'll like Whom You Least Expect 5: Three words. This work is the sequel of Whom You Least Expect Ch.4 and should be read in order (Chapter 1,2,3 & 4 first) or it won't make much sense. Thanks to
mikseventeen
for editing my work. Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Warning: This story explore mild D/s. You have been warned.
Whom You Least Expect 5: Three words.
"It's a flood out there—. Violet what happened?"
I had just returned from a long time doing research at my college's library, soaking wet from the rain that caught me on the way back home. The last thing I expected was Violet waiting for me, standing there, still wearing street clothes, in an anxious state.
Three weeks had passed since 'Theresa's Incident' and not much had happened. Violet had started to run daily, I had fully committed to a 'Freudian Slip Project' and Sandra stopped appearing at our front door. Life couldn't be better. But like all good things it wouldn't last.
"Elsa. A package was delivered this morning." My girlfriend stood in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed, a troubled look on her face. "It had your name on it." She bit her lips as if trying to held the obvious question that was about to escape out of her lips.
"A package? Who sent it? Is it from Mom?" I closed the door and started to remove my soggy clothes.
"It doesn't say. I was expecting you to tell me." She said after handing me a dry towel. She was trying to hide it but her voice couldn't disguise that this 'package thing' was eating at her. An uncommon behavior in Violet now; since our school days, she has become a much calmer person.
I took the towel and removed the extra moisture that covered my body. I looked at the small package in the center of our table. It was a box with red hearts and a beautiful golden ribbon. On top a white card with my name written in cursive.
Violet looked at me with anticipation, even worry. It finally dawned on me the reason of her behavior. This wasn't looking good, not in the slightest.
I nervously extended my hand and held the package. I ripped the wrapping open to find an expensive box of Belgian chocolates.
Before I had time to ponder about it I saw Violet kneel on the floor and pick up a second card that seemingly had fallen from inside the wrapping. She read it and by the look on her face it wasn't anything pleasant.
She gave me the card without saying a word, walked in direction to our room and loudly slammed the door.
What?!
I looked at the piece of cardboard and read:
'From an Admirer.'
Fuck!
This was bad.
"Baby!"
I tried to reason with her, that my classmates could be behind it, they had a weird sense of humor after all. It took some time to convince her that this was cruel joke, a college prank. She believed me and everything was normal again. That was until I received red roses the following morning. Everything went downhill from there, she has been giving me the cold shoulder since.
I recalled the last time someone pranked me, it was during high school; and Violet, my mortified girlfriend, was responsible for it.
*****
"Miss Castellano. Do you believe my Science project is good enough for an A?"
I had been struggling with my grades during the last month. Violet's bullying had been taken most of my concentration, but the personal growth courses I kept attending helped me manage most of the stress. Her 'malign' influence still affected me though.
"It sure is Elsa, stop worrying, just remember to present the project on time and you will be okay." Miss Castellano was my Biology teacher, a lovable woman reaching her retirement years. She styled her red hair in a short pixie haircut. Most of us believed she dyed her hair, which was quite probable given the glimpses of white that I was seeing on her scalp.
"I really need to raise those grades Miss Castellano."
"I don't get it Elsa. You were an excellent student starting last year, now you are struggling to maintain your grades."
"Personal issues Miss Castellano."
"I heard you have been bullied. Is that the reason?"
I sighed.
"Could be Miss Castellano. I just don't want to talk about it."
My teacher was about to say something then stopped. I knew she was respecting my wish and didn't dig into it.
I grabbed my bag, and started to walk out of her classroom.
"Are you going to check on your project?" My teacher asked on my way out.
"Yes, it's the final and most important measurement. Without it the project is worthless."
"You are too harsh on yourself, you're in high school, not the Smithsonian Institute."
I smiled at her and left the classroom in good mood. As I neared the Biology Lab a young man turned the corner, and an uneasy feeling invaded me. He was Todd, Violet's boyfriend. He just smiled at me and made a curt nod in my direction, then accelerated his stride as he passed me.
Oh no!
I turned the corner and the blonde, still in her cheerleader uniform, had just walked out of our Biology Lab.
"Hello girl. I just helped you in your gardening project." Violet showed me a pair of scissors. "You can thank me later." She laughed.
"What have you done?"
I strode past her and stopped. My project was all scattered on the floor. Only stubs remained where once healthy plants were. She had cut them to the root.
I was speechless. Everything I had worked so hard for was ruined. I removed my glasses to cover my face as tears started to drop.
"Don't cry 'Four Eyes'. It was only a joke." I felt, more than heard Violet's voice. Concern? Worry? Mock?
I stared at her, not caring for the tears that were now running rampant.
"You knew I needed this project to graduate! I didn't know you could be this hideous!" I held my gaze with hers, I wasn't going to let her win. Not this time... or ever.
I saw her raise her hand and caress my cheek. A strange behavior. But that wasn't what made me flinch. It was her eyes. They were needy, regretful, and angry all at the same time. Her hand lingered on my cheek more time than expected. Then lowered it to my shirt's collar and formed a fist.
"I told you to leave!" She spat. "You are the one to blame." Violet stood, her gaze unreadable, and strode out of the Lab, leaving me with the disaster that was now my Science project.
"Hey watch out!" I heard a male voice outside.
I was still looking at the door when a scrawny boy entered the Lab.
"Elsa you wouldn't believe who I just met outside...," he stopped dead on his tracks and lay eyes on the floor, "I guess you already know." He picked up a branch that still carried a blue flower.
"I wouldn't let her win Trevor. I just need to find a new project that could be ready in two days."
