Chapter Sixty-Four:

Mike’s POV

I knocked on the Baker’s front door and waited impatiently for an answer. I could have texted Lydia to see if she was home, but where’s the fun in that? She’d just blow me off and tell me not to come. When I want something, I get something. I mean, have you seen me? I’m a varsity god, with amazing cheekbones. Any woman would be lucky to have me. It just so happens that I’ve decided to make that woman Lydia… and what a fine woman she is.

The door opened, pulling me from my thoughts. Mr. Baker stood in front of me with an unamused look on his face.

“I trust that you received my bill – did you not?” He asked me, standing in the doorway. It took a second for his words to dawn on me. I nodded, hastily. I don’t let people push me around, but this dude has a gun. I’m not stupid enough to get myself shot, because I couldn’t stop running my mouth.

“Yes sir,” I told him, pulling a crisp, hundred dollar bill out of my wallet and handing it to him. He accepted it, quietly, before pocketing it.

“Thank you, Michael.” He gave me a knowing smirk. I cringed at the sound of my full name. He knows I hate that. He does it on purpose. “I’m afraid that Lydia and Brian have stepped out with Tiffany.” He told me. I tried to mask my disappointment.

“I was actually here to talk to Zacky.” I lied. He looked surprised, but let me inside.

“Very well – I’m on my way out, but please, do refrain from trashing my home. If I come back and it’s destroyed, I will shoot you this time. Make no mistake.” He promised me with a smile. I gulped and nodded. “Have a good day, Michael.” He said as he left the house.

Am I actually going to hang out with Zacky? God no. He’s probably in the basement playing some game with his loser friends. When else am I going to have a chance to go through Lydia’s room and find out just what goes on in that sexy head of hers?

Life is short after all. YOLO.

I made it to her room without any interruptions. I can’t hear anybody. The house is quiet. I should probably be quick, though.

I opened her room door and closed it behind me. I looked around. It’s strangely clean for a teenage girl’s bedroom. I picked up one of her pillows and sniffed it. It smells like her. God, I’d love to have her naked and on her back in bed with me. I bet she fucks like a champ. I’m getting hard just thinking about her.

I set the pillow in its original resting place, before moving around her room, being careful not to disturb anything. As long as she doesn’t know that I was here, everything’ll be fine. I can still be the remorseful, handsome jock that just wants to be her friend. So far, since I’ve apologized, I haven’t done anything to make her suspect anything else.

Maybe I should look through her drawers? Should I? Yes. I opened her top drawers and found her bras, laid neatly in a row. She has a lot of lace, mostly in dark colors. I bet they look great on that rack of hers. Demi-cups. Push-ups. Lingerie. It’s all hot. After tracing them with my fingers, I shut the door. What else can I find?

Yahtzee! I found her panties. They aren’t as organized as her bras, but I guess they don’t have to be since they take up less room. She has a few thongs, but mostly those lacy boyshorts that probably match her bra collection. I definitely know what I’m going to be picturing her wearing from now on. But, this can’t be it. What woman doesn’t have any lingerie? I’m not talking about undergarment basics. I’m talking about those slutty, little outfits that they wear for their man. The things that they wear when they want to fucked senseless.

Sure enough, she had some of those. She had a few corsets, each as attractive as the next. Mm, and baby-doll nighties. What I wouldn’t give to see her in these. I would please her body so well.

I took one of her nighties with me, while I searched her nightstand. I found a journal in the top drawer. Hm, what does she keep hidden in her diary? Let’s find out.

I flipped through the pages. There were some interesting things, but damn, did she write a lot. Parent issues? Not interested. Moving? Definitely not interested. Tattoos? Yes. My eyes flew over the pages as I read in detail, what tattoos she had and which ones she still wanted. God, she’d look hot with all of that ink.

I continued to skim her journal. Finally, I landed on something juicy. I was right. She had fooled around with Haner before we fought. I smirked as I read all the dirty little things they did together. If I didn’t want her before, I definitely do now. Picturing her in that delicious lingerie… and doing me instead of Haner was getting me hot. I need to leave, before I start something I shouldn’t. I closed her journal and put it back in her drawer. I started to walk over to the dresser, when I heard the door open.

“Oh, shit.”

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Matt’s POV

“I’m telling you, man. I didn’t hear anything.” Zacky told me. I looked at him, not convinced.

“No, I swear, I heard something. If there’s no one up here, I was imagining it.” I tried to compromise.

He nodded, but I could tell that he didn’t believe me. We’ve already checked all of the other rooms. Holland was downstairs, so her room was empty. Jimmy, Hayden, and Oliver are out, so that only leaves Lydia’s room. I know that she’s not back yet.

I opened her door and froze. Mike fucking Chambers is standing in the middle of her room, holding something that he definitely shouldn’t be holding.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I asked him. His mouth opened and closed, but he didn’t say anything.

“He asked you something, bitch boy!” Zacky taunted him.

“Do you really want me to waste my time by lying to you? What do you think I was doing here? What the fuck does it look like?!” Mike retorted, cockily. He dropped Lydia’s lingerie back in her open dresser drawer, before closing it.

I didn’t really have time to react. I lunged at him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. I pulled him into the hallway and threw him onto the ground. He grunted and pushed himself back onto his feet. He came at me and I hit the wall. I was able to punch him in his side, before Zacky pulled him off of me.

He turned his attention on Zacky. Zack head-butted him in the face and Mike recoiled. Blood gushed out of his nose, but it didn’t slow him down. If anything, it looked like it only pissed him off more. He hit Zacky low, in the gut. Zack grimaced, and took him down. They were a blur of flying limbs and bruises.

I weaseled my way in between them and pulled Mike to his feet. I snaked an arm under his left arm and my other arm in front of his neck, holding him still, and pinning him to me. Zack bounced back to his feet and started laying blows.

“You’re not welcome around my sister! If you come near Lydia again, it won’t just be my father shooting you!” Zacky threatened him between punches. After a couple of minutes, we stopped. Zack stepped away and I kicked the back of Mike’s knee. He fell to the floor and dropped to his knees.

“See yourself out, before we need to repeat that message for you.” I ordered him, pointing to the front door. And, for once in his privileged life, he didn’t say anything. He just climbed to his feet and left.

“I’m gonna need some ice.” Zacky complained.

“You and me both, brother.”

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Lydia’s POV

I held Brian’s hand as we made our way to the basement. Both Zacky and Matt were sprawled on the floor, with various ice-packs. Holland was fussing over them.

“What happened?” I asked them, running over to them. Tiffany and Brian were close behind me.

“Mike thought it’d be fucking cute to show up and go through your room. So, we kicked his ass and sent him out the door.” Matt answered.

“I’ve been dying to hit that douche-bag for four years.” Zacky agreed, nodding. I looked at them, not really sure how to respond for that.

“Good, he doesn’t seem to pick up a hint.” Brian chimed.

“He is a bit dense – isn’t he?” Holland spoke up. We all nodded. “You know who he reminds me of?” Holland asked. We all shook our heads. “He reminds me a little of Joffery, from Game of Thrones. What do you call him, Baby?” She asked me. I giggled.

“Bitch boy,” I responded. “He’s the Malfoy reject.” I added. We all laughed at that.

“Yeah, he’s definitely gotten creepier since high school started. He was totally normal in junior high.” Tiffany mused. “I’m glad you kicked his ass, though.”

“Aren’t we all?” Zacky mused. You go out to see a movie and you miss all the action. Story of my life.

Notes

Shout out to @Kimmie for suggesting that Zacky and Matt lay the smack-down on Mike!

The next couple of days the chapters are probably going to be posted later in the night than normal. My husband is working nights and my sleep schedule is all kinds of fucked up, SO... Insomnia sucks. Anyways, ramble over.

I have been working on a new story. It will hopefully be posted later on this week. New update tomorrow.

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