Page 33 of It Never Was

"Trust me, I feel the same way right now." Lowering my head into my hands while taking a sip of coffee at the same time. The heat burns the back of my throat, and I bask in the pain.

20

Devon

I ended up taking Luke's advice, caving and deciding to talk to Ryen after she gets out of class tonight. I feel anxious and annoyed all at the same time as I wait in the parking lot at her work leaning against my Mustang scrolling through my phone trying to pass the time. She should be here any minute now, based on her schedule she shared with me when she finalized her classes.

I am scrolling Instagram lazily when a notification pops up from the redhead I hooked up with at the party. I didn't give her my number or Instagram handle; she found me all by herself. Opening it and reading a message about how she is craving round two, she then goes into detail on what exactly would be happening in round two. My cock twitches as I read how she describes how she would let me fuck her filthy mouth. A smile starts to form but deflates as fast as it comes when I hear a familiar giggle coming from the front of the coffee shop. I click my phone screen off, sliding it into the back pocket of my jeans.

I am not sure what is so funny, but I sure as hell know that giggle. Ryen must already be in the shop. How did I miss her? Did she walk right past me? How long has she been there? Whatever, it doesn't matter. I am here to get her to forget about what happened a week ago so we can move on. She did something wrong, and I did something wrong…now we are even.

I can see Willow in her apron. Her hair is in a messy knot on top of her head, and her eyes flick to me as she sees me inch closer to the entrance. She looks like she is immersed in a story she is telling Ryen, her arms flying around while she talks as I knock on the glass of the front door. Her eyes harden at me and go back to Ryen's face, softening as they do.

Awesome! Ryen told Willow all about what happened.

I figured Ryen would let Willow know about that night, but how much she told her is a mystery. Ryen tends to keep most details to herself not only to protect herself and not worry Willow, but to protect me as well. It helps me out in the end, but barely because Willow is a straight bitch to me. I can't imagine how she would treat me if she knew the extent of our fights.

I remember this summer when Ryen and I went to the movies to go watch the new Scream movie, Ryen loves horror movies and anything and everything spooky or creepy! Maybe that is why she likes me; maybe I give her the same thrill that the spooky things give her. Anyways, we were at the movies, and she went to go refill the popcorn bucket as usual and she was taking a little too long for my liking.

I started to get the itch on the back of my neck I always get when I can feel my anxiety start to creep its way to the surface. My palms started to get sweaty, and I started to feel like the seat was shrinking. I shot out of my seat and went to go look for where the fuck Rye was and why it was taking her to damn long to get a refill on a bucket of fucking popcorn. She didn't even need the refill; she ate all of it midway through the trailers and then topped it off a quarter of the way through the movie. I told her I wasn't refilling it and if she wanted more to get it herself. I should have gone to get it. Palms sweaty, my brain was itching with the thoughts that were racing through my head. I started to walk faster.

I turned the corner to the lobby of the theater to see Ryen talking to the concession stand worker. He was handing her the popcorn and giving her a much too dark look that dropped down onto her chest. Ryen must have felt his eyes on her cause she started to close up, but not before giving him a smile. A fucking smile? He was ogling her, and she was smiling at him? What the actual fuck?

My feet moved faster, and my damp palms started to twitch. Ryen was turning to walk back towards the hallway that led to the theater, and her stare went flat when she saw me marching towards her. I approached her with my breath labored. I could feel her shrinking in her skin and it made me excited to know she could tell she did a bad thing.

"He is cute, didn't think he would be your type though." The words come out dry and sharp.

"He isn't. I was just getting the popcorn, Devon." She sounded so confident even with her thumb fidgeting at the bucket of popcorn and her eyes couldn't keep contact with mine. Her body was reacting in a completely different way, scared.

"Not your type…" I trailed off. "Not your type, but you still flirted with him. Bold, are we?" I gave her a puzzled look as I grabbed her arm and turned us back down the hallway to our theater.

Her feet started to trip over themselves, but I didn't slow my pace. Popcorn slipped over the edge of the bucket and toppled to the floor, leaving a trail behind us.

"Devon…" she whispered, but I ignored her. My eyes were fixed on the door of our theater room and the feel of my grip on her arm getting tighter. Using my free hand, I swung the door open and pushed her harder than intended against the wall of the entrance. I heard a whimper escape Ryen's lips as her back met the carpeted wall.

It was dark with the lights off and I could see the glow of the opening to the seating area to my left. In this part of the theater, we were alone, no one could see us. With the volume of the movie, they sure as hell couldn't hear us as long as I kept it to a whisper.

My hand left her arm and reached for the back of her neck, keeping her face to mine, nice and close, not letting her eyes leave mine.

"R you gonna lie to me?" I whispered through my teeth. "Like I didn't just see it with my own fucking eyes?!"

My hand gripped her neck tighter, and I saw the wince she made as I did.

"I'm not lying, Dev…." Before she could finish her sentence, I yanked her face even closer to mine, my nails digging into her skin in my hold. Her eyes scrunched closed.

"Look at me!" My voice grew harsher, but she did as she was told. Her eyes fluttered open, and I could see the fear in her eyes. I don't know why, but it caused my heart to beat faster and my blood started to feel hot. I like her like this, fearful, scared…because of me.

"You know what guys want from you?" I asked, keeping my voice hoarse and my grip firm. She blinked her eyes hard but opened them back up, nonetheless.

"All these guys want is your tight cunt on their dicks!" I spat out, my cock twitching as she flinched at my words.

God, she looked so good when she was scared.

"Is that what you want? Another guy to fill your pussy?"

"No!" She sounded offended.

"They will use you up and throw you away like a piece of trash." My lips were right on her ear now. "Now go sit down. Watch the fucking movie. And stop eye fucking a man behind my back."

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