Summary: So this chapter is a HARD T for some sexual content, but nothing extremely graphic. All of the sexy stuff is basically in all italics throughout the whole section.
For anyone that knows French, I’m sorry if it sounds shitty in this chapter. I only know Italian and Spanish.
Title is I’m Sprung by T-Pain XD.
This type of dream started off as it always did.
Eli was sitting on a black couch in his dimly lit basement. It was quiet. He was wearing nothing but his silky black boxers. He waited in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Clare was going to come down the steps in sexy black lingerie, black nail polish, and lacy black slippers. She was going to wear dark makeup that sharpened her normally soft features.
She would confess that she still loved him in a sultry manner, kiss him, and then proceed to pleasure him. He would then pull her on the couch and pleasure her right back, and they would proceed to make passionate love on his couch. With these type of dreams, he didn’t want to wake up as he didn’t want to face the current reality that she was with another guy. However, because of the play, Clare would eventually come to her senses and take him back in no time. They were soulmates after all and meant to be. Until then, he could make do with them being together in his dreams.
He heard footsteps by the steps, and knew Clare was coming.....but he was confused as to why the footsteps sounded hard and like heels........
Eli could only watch in shock as he saw brown legs in glittery black pumps come down the steps.
It was Marisol, who flashed him a seductive smile as she revealed herself. She was wearing satin black lingerie with a garter belt, black stockings, multiple straps, gold links, and chains. She wore a black choker on her neck with a big golden, ring-shaped zipper. The makeup she was wearing consisted of glittery, black lip gloss, dark blush, glittery black eyeshadow, and long eyelashes. Her hair was in a sexy updo with her hair falling down her sides in curly strands. She wore some kind of body glitter.
“Emo Boy,” she purred as she stood in front of him.
He looked at her, gobsmacked.
“Marisol? What the hell are you doing here? Where’s Clare?” He demanded. He didn’t know what was going on and he was a little terrified.
She shrugged.
“I don’t know. She’s probably in her dreams fucking Jake right now. She will be unavailable for the time being. But I’m here and that’s all that matters,” she answered while posing for him.
“You’re not Clare!” He yelled.
“No, I’m something even better,” she replied with a wink.
“I don’t want you. You’re not my type,” he rejected with gritted teeth.
She pouted in response.
“You don’t want this, Eli?” She asked as she twirled around for him, showing off her body for him. Eli realized she was wearing a lacy black thong. “Come on, babe. I know you want me,” she boasted. “I can do for you what Clare never could.”
Despite his mind screaming at him that this was wrong, Eli felt his body warm up in desire. He had to admit that she was a sight to see. The dark aesthetic of her outfit fit her more than he thought. Marisol was already an attractive girl but she was downright sexy right now.
“Like what? What can you do for me?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrow.
She leaned down and pushed his knees far apart from each other, with her manicured French tips putting pressure against his skin.
“You’re about to find out,” she answered seductively as she leaned forward to kiss his lips........'
WHACK!
Eli woke up, startled, as he fell on the floor with a hard thump. He then groaned in pain as he looked around his room with wild eyes.
It was still dark outside, and so his room was still pitch black. He looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was 3 am in the morning.
‘What the fuck?’ He thought to himself as he tried to register what he just dreamed about, but his mind was absolutely scrambled now.
‘What the fuck? What the fuck? What the FUCK?’
“Are you really picking him up for school?” Katie asked with a frown as Marisol drove.
“Yeah, he asked me to,” Marisol replied, and she was excited at the thought. She couldn’t believe Eli actually agreed to it. Her and Eli were really moving quickly in their friendship. It was only a matter of time before they would be in a relationship. She called it; They would be together by Prom.
Katie shook her head in response. “The things you do for guys you like, Marisol, it’s odd,” Katie commented.
“It’s not that serious, Katlynn. When you meet a guy you really like you will understand,” Marisol responded wearily.
Katie’s face scrunched up in disgust at the use of her full name, and Marisol hoped she got the message.
As she pulled up in front of Eli’s house, Katie looked at it in surprise.
“I’m surprised it’s not a big gothic mansion, abandoned house, or anything,” she remarked.
“Same. I was shocked to see some perfect suburban home,” Marisol replied while beeping her horn.
His front door opened, and Eli stepped out, looking incredibly haggard. His hair was all over his head, his skin looked extremely pale, and as he walked closer to the car, she could see how bloodshot his eyes were. What happened?
“Hey,” Eli grumbled as he opened the door to the passenger side and got in her car. He buckled himself in quietly and made a deep sigh.
“Hiiiii,” she cheerfully greeted him back while Katie raised an eyebrow at his appearance. She shot her friend a warning look.
“Hi,” Katie greeted him and he gave her an awkward wave in return.
“We’re stopping to get coffee and breakfast sandwiches. Do you want any, Eli?” She asked as she started to drive again.
“I’ll do anything for a coffee right now. Full black. No cream. No sugar,” he requested. Of course he only drank black coffee.
Marisol noticed that he didn’t look at her the whole time on the way to school.
“Pourquoi m'as-tu fait ça?” A teenage girl demanded of her boyfriend on the projector screen.
“De quoi parles-tu? Je n'ai rien fait!” The boyfriend asked back in confusion.
“Tu m'as donné une maladie sociale!” The teenage girl exclaimed in anger.
“C'est juste de la gonorrhée,” the boyfriend responded with a shrug. They were backstage arguing while the school play was going on. It was a musical on Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
The girlfriend then slapped her boyfriend and ran off crying.
Eli stared groggily at the screen. It was the second period of class and the coffee still wasn’t hitting him yet. Due to the lights being turned off in the classroom, he was still tempted to fall asleep. He rested his arms and his head on the desk. Usually the French teacher would show interesting movies and tv shows, but the soap opera she was showing right now was so lame. The characters were so over dramatic and the plot seemed more like an after-school special than a legitimate episode. He heard that there was a gonorrhea outbreak years ago, and maybe this stupid soap opera was supposed to teach them something.
Everyone else in the classroom was watching the show with various reactions such as amusement, boredom, uncomfortableness, and surprise. He looked over to where Marisol was sitting. She has not taken her eyes off the screen yet as she watched the scene with wide eyes. Unlike him, she was sitting upright and gripping her desk in anticipation of what would happen next. He betted that she watched shitty soap operas all of the time. It seemed to be up her alley.
He still couldn’t believe he had a wet dream about Marisol Freaking Lewis. Maybe he should go back to taking his medication.
“Eli if you go back to taking your medication, it could ruin your drive for the play!” A voice that eerily sounded like Imogen Moreno scolded in his mind.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, but I’m pretty sure I’m losing my fucking mind these days,” he replied to the voice in his mind.
He hated to admit it but he couldn’t stop thinking about the dream, and even though he avoided looking at Marisol’s eyes when they drove to school, he found himself staring at her now. He was noticing things about her that he didn’t before, like how soft and shiny her skin looked today, how long her eyelashes were, how big and brown her eyes were, how full her lips were and how they shimmered underneath her lip gloss.
Eli hated it.
“She’s not Clare and never will be,” he thought to himself, and it was true in every way.
“I’m something even better,” Dream Marisol had said to him in the dream, and he snorted out loud as he remembered. There was nothing about Mare that was better than Clare. Absolutely nothing…..
….Wait why did he just call her Mare?
Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with him today?
Marisol ate lunch by herself, which she hated because it made her look like a loser. Unfortunately Katie had lunch at a different period and so she had to deal with it.
As she ate her pork sandwich, she looked around the cafeteria.
Clare Edwards was sitting at one table, eating her sandwich primly, while Imogen was copying her at another table. Marisol didn’t know how imitating a Clare was going to make Eli fall in love with Imogen, but it sure as shit wasn’t working out for the girl right now. Eli wasn’t even remotely showing Moreno any interest, especially with that shit she pulled at Little Miss Steaks. She didn’t understand why Eli was still nice to Imogen though, as she would have filed a restraining order against the weirdo at this point.
Marisol continued to scan her eyes around the area, and locked her eyes in at an irritating sight.
Her ex-boyfriend, Owen Milligan was playfully being fed food by his girlfriend Anya Macpherson. They were a sickening sight and Marisol wanted to hate Anya for dating him after everything Marisol told her about him. It was bad enough that she walked in on Owen having a threesome with two of her fellow Power Squad members while they were together, now he was fucking one of her co-captains?
Marisol chomped down on her sandwich angrily. She expected better of Anya. She really did. Anya was such a sweet girl she could do better.
Which one of her fellow cheerleaders was Owen going to fuck next? Chantay? Well no, because Chantay had high standards and already was dating a cute guy named Danny that graduated last year, so maybe not. But some of the other bird brains on the team? Probably so. It bit at her that Owen was in a happy relationship while she was single. He didn’t deserve to be happy after how he treated her.
However, she didn’t think she would be single for long.
There was Eli.
He was sitting on the couch in his basement again while wearing nothing but his black boxers.
Eli was a little apprehensive this time as he didn’t know what to expect. When he heard heels clacking against the floor upstairs, the only thing he could do was sigh.
Marisol was wearing the same dark lingerie she wore last night, and was once again smiling as she came down the steps and gave him a sexy smile.
“Emo Boy,” she purred.
“Princess,” he replied, folding his arms.
“Are you ready for me, tonight?” She asked as she spun around and struck a flirty pose for him.
He thought over his answer for a few moments. He was glad that this was only a dream because no one can find out about what he was about to do.
“Sure, come over here,” he answered as she sat in his lap. Marisol smirked as she ran her manicured nails down his chest.
“I knew you wanted me, Eli. I’m glad you came to your senses,” she purred.
“Only because you’re such a troublesome girl and you’re driving me crazy,” he answered while staring at her tensely, “I don’t think I’m myself when I’m around you. You’re changing me into a person I don’t know and I’m not sure if I like it,” he told her.
“What about you is changing? You’re still the resident emo kid with a chip on his shoulder. I’m just making you learn how to have fun every once in a while,” she argued as she petted his hair.
“You’re dangerous,” he told her while squeezing her hip, “I don’t know what to make of you.”
“A girl that wants you to have a great time,” she said seductively as she kissed him passionately. Despite how dark her lip gloss was, she tasted surprisingly sweet. He opened his mouth to allow her deeper access, and moaned when their tongues connected.
This wasn’t right.
It was so wrong of him to dream about Mare when he was fighting like hell to win Clare back with the play. She would never approve of this.
He found himself unhooking her bra strap as they continued to make out while she grinded her hips in his lap.
This was wrong but this was only a dream after all……..