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The Outcasts

Ruth Robinson

Chapter 7

SAM

Fuck!

I cringe as Elizabeth’s bedroom door slams shut and her music goes on full blast, obviously to block out the sound of her crying.

I feel like an utter dick. I feel worse than if I’d kicked a puppy or some shit. The way she looked at me, she really believed that I thought she was dense enough to buy into all the bullshit those women’s magazines write.

I mean, I did worry that she had a slightly warped view of herself and how she should be treated, but I wasn’t meaning to lump her in with all the braindead morons who actually believed it all.

The doorbell rings, pulling me from my self-deprecation, and I pull the front door open with a scowl on my face, expecting it to be her jerk-off of a boyfriend because he had started turning up all the damn time recently. I think he is convinced there is something going on between the two of us.

“Cheerful as ever, Sam.”

Steve is standing on the doorstep, grinning, pack of beer in his hand and two girls I vaguely recognize lurking behind him. I motion for him to come in, and he pats me on the shoulder as he squeezes past, smelling like he’d already indulged in a few beers before he’d come over.

“You know Kayleigh and Kelly, right?”

“Uh, yeah, kinda.”

I nod in greeting, remembering now that they were cousins. Goth cousins, bet their families loved that. Kelly was gay, not that it had stopped Steve hitting on her every chance he got. She took it all good-naturedly, and the two of them had actually become quite good friends by his account.

Kayleigh flashes me a shy smile as she walks past, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks when I smirk back. Interesting.

“Christ! What is that shit?” Steve laughs, nodding his head down the hall toward Elizabeth’s bedroom.

“I upset her.” I exhale deeply.

“So her response is to make you wish you were deaf by playing teenybopper-type shit at full fucking volume?” He laughs again, grabbing a slice of pizza and shoving half of it unceremoniously into his wide mouth. “I’m surprised Mrs. Davis hasn’t come knocking from next door.”

We settle ourselves down in the living room, Steve lounging on top of Kelly and Kayleigh sitting next to them, shyly glancing over at me periodically, and I turn on the first of our horror movie marathon, which Steve and I had been working our way through slowly.

We’d started with the shock horror classic I Spit on Your Grave and had picked our list from writers and directors who had been influenced by it, then writers and directors who’d been influenced by them, and so on.

Halfway through I Spit on Your Grave 2, I hear footsteps padding down the hallway and turn my head to see Elizabeth standing nervously in the doorway.

“Um…I don’t suppose there’s any pizza left, is there?”

“Hey! Girl of many names!” Steve sits up and grins at her, saluting her with his bottle of beer.

“Hi, Steve the Punk.” She grins shyly back at him as he chuckles.

“Yeah.” I draw her attention from my friend, who shoots me a knowing look. “I saved you a couple pieces.”

She walks around and perches on the sofa next to me, accepting the pizza with a quiet thanks.

Steve introduces the two girls to her, and she immediately starts chatting with Kelly about computers. The two of them are apparently on the same computer science course.

“Oh my gosh!” she suddenly squeals, dropping the cold crusts and covering her face, moving subconsciously closer to me. “That’s horrible!”

“Not a horror fan?” Steve laughs. “That’s not even that bad.”

“It gets worse?” she moans from behind her hands. She shuffles closer still, burying her face against my bicep, flinching at the sounds coming from the screen.

“It’s okay, it’s just a movie.” I can’t help but chuckle, moving slightly to put my arm around her properly, and she snuggles adorably up against me. I squeeze her slightly.

“Hey, Beth, I’m really sorry for coming off like a complete dick earlier. I really didn’t mean to imply anything and definitely didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s okay.” She shrugs, turning her face up toward me. “But thank you.”

Elizabeth lasts until about ten minutes into the next film before the gore gets too much and she bids us all goodnight.

Steve and Kelly make their way out to the back door to have a smoke, and I stretch out on the empty sofa.

“Your roommate is really sweet.” Kayleigh moves so she’s sitting next to my head.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool actually.” I close my eyes as Kayleigh starts to run her fingers through my hair.

“Steve was saying her boyfriend was a little alpha male.” She giggles a little as I pull a face.

“That’s putting it fucking mildly.” I open my eyes and look up at her. She is really pretty—light brown eyes ringed with heavy, smudgy black makeup and dark lipstick on her plump lips.

She leans forward, her long raven-black hair falling from where she’d tucked it behind her ears. Her lips softly touch mine, and the taste of the red wine she’d been drinking mixed with her clove cigarettes permeates my senses.

I raise my hand, pressing it to the back of her head, holding her still while I deepen the kiss.

“I think this is where we call it a night, kids.”

We spring apart at Steve’s deep chuckle. While the girls have a whispered conversation in the kitchen, he sits down next to me. “Your Beth is a sweet kid.”

I try to ignore the warmth I feel when he calls her my Beth. Kayleigh clears her throat from behind us, and he winks at me.

“Have fun, kids. Be safe!”

I stand to see Steve and Kelly out, turning back to Kayleigh with a smirk. “So, you wanna play?”

She nods, smiling coyly, before she bites her juicy bottom lip, making my cock stir.

I take her by the hand and lead her down to my bedroom, flicking the lock behind me. I stalk her, backing her up until her back is pressed against the wall, before wrapping my hand gently around her throat, tilting her face up so I can kiss her deeply again. Our tongues dance together, exploring, probing.

As I pull back, she catches my bottom lip between her teeth, making me moan.

“Are you a naughty girl? Huh?” Her eyes light up as I squeeze her throat a little more, a soft moan escaping from between her open lips. “Do you need punishing?”

She nods, licking her lips, and I can’t stop myself from kissing her once more.

“Do you trust me?” I whisper in gravelly tones into her ear, and she nods again, shivering slightly as I graze her sensitive skin with my teeth. “Good girl. Lie down on the bed.”

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