Flawed Love: House of Obsidian (7 page)

I run my hand over my neck as if I’m slitting my throat, letting her know not to open her big mouth and embarrass me. Her eyes widen.

“Ah,” she says, “I was just checking if you were home. Carry on.”

That’s probably the least bitchy thing she’s ever said to me. I tug Jack’s hand and he looks back to me and we both disappear into my room. I turn on the light and then lock the door.

Jack stares around, and I know he’s impressed. My room is huge. I have my own king bed, bathroom and toilet, plus a lounge because there’s room for it. Not to mention my massive television that I never watch.

“Holy shit, is this all yours?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

I sit on the edge of my bed and watch as he studies my room. When he’s done, he turns and smiles at me. Walking over, he flops down beside me and we sit in silence for a while.

“So, thanks for tonight,” I say.

He turns to me. “Emily, is it too forward for me to ask if I can kiss you?”

My eyes widen, because that’s the most straightforward thing anyone has ever said to me. I expected lame conversation, awkward silences and him rushing out the door. That seemed more likely to happen. But no, he wants to kiss me. Jack wants to kiss me. I don’t even know how to react to that. I mean, of course I want him to kiss me.

“Ah, no, not at all.” I swallow. “You can. I mean, sure, yes, sure.”

Oh God, now I’m repeating myself.

He smiles and reaches over, cupping my cheek in his hand. I shiver, because it feels amazing. He leans forward and the moment seems to hang on forever. My breath hitches and his warm breath tickles against my skin. God, it feels so nice to be this close to someone. Just before his lips brush mine, there’s a loud bang on my window. Jack and I leap backwards, and I spin around to see Rainer sliding my window up.

Oh no.

No.

No.

“Rainer,” I hiss when he climbs in, stands tall and crosses his arms. “What the hell?”

Jack shifts uncomfortably beside me.

“Just seein’ what you’re up to,” he says, glaring at Jack.

He’s wearing boots that are undone, laces strewn over my floor. His jeans have rips in them and his shirt is tight and black, but God does he look rugged, and masculine, and hot. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rainer look so hot. My heart stammers in my chest.

“That’s none of your business,” I bite out. “Can you leave?”

“No. Your dad asked me to watch out for you, and I don’t think he’d like you alone in here with him.” He jerks a thumb at Jack.

He’s a giant liar. My dad doesn’t even like Rainer, and he knows it. Also, my dad doesn’t give a shit what I do because he’s an emotionless dick.

“I think I should go,” Jack says, standing.

“I think you should, too.” Rainer grunts.

“Rainer!” I snap. “Can you please leave?”

“No.”

He keeps his arms crossed. I grind my jaw, wanting to throttle him. Jack turns to me, and smiles. “Let him act like a dick. We had a good time and he hates that he can’t control that. I’ll call you, okay?”

“What did you fuckin’ say?” Rainer barks.

I leap up and place a hand in the middle of his chest. “Enough,” I growl.

Jack glares at him, then leans down and kisses my cheek. “Good night, beautiful.”

I inwardly sigh. “Night, Jack.”

He walks to my door and swings it open, letting himself out. As soon as the door has closed, I spin on Rainer. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Me?” he yells. “What were you thinking? First date and you’re in here letting him grope you?”

“He wasn’t groping me, you tool. We were going to kiss but we never even got that far because you jumped in here and acted like a twat.”

“He shouldn’t have been in here, Emy.”

“You know what?” I screech. I’ve had enough of this. “I’m fucking done with this, Rainer. Done with it. You don’t get to decide who I do things with, and I’m sick to death of you being an asshole. Get out.”

“Jesus, I was just—”

“Get out!” I scream. “I’m so tired of you. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

His eyes widen, because I’ve never screamed at him before. “Jesus, Emy, I didn’t realize it meant that much to you.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” I yell, and my voice hitches at the end. “You’ve been kissed, you’ve been with people, you’ve made love, I’ve done none of it because no one wants to do it with me. No one wants . . .” My voice wavers and he steps closer. “No one likes me. I’m not pretty enough. Not good enough. Not popular enough. He was willing to kiss me. He was willing to give me that when no one else will and you took it away. That’s not fair. That might be my only chance. And you t-t-t-took it away.”

He takes another step forward and leans down so his eyes are level with mine. “You’re wrong about the lot of it. You’re more than good enough to have all of those things and more. Jesus, Emy, you’re better than anyone I know. And if you think he’s the only one who will ever want to give you that, you’re wrong. But I get it. You wanted it, and I ruined it. So there’s only one thing I can do to make that up.”

“There’s nothing you can do,” I whisper, dropping my head.

He takes my chin in his hands and lifts my face so my eyes meet his. “There is. I can give you what I took away.”

Before I can say anything or protest, he steps forward and lowers his mouth at the same time. His lips hit mine, and I’m so stunned I just stand there, completely shocked. His mouth is hot, really hot, and he smells amazing. I respond without even thinking, opening my mouth to let his tongue in. I’ve never been kissed before, and the feeling is foreign. His tongue is soft, and his lips are warm but slightly scratchy.

It feels nice.

Really nice.

He pulls back before I get the chance to enjoy it just a second longer. We’re both panting and when our eyes meet, I feel something tugging at my heartstrings. It’s probably just fondness for him. I adore Rainer. I always will. Yes, that’s it.

I smile weakly and he gives me a lazy half-grin in return. Then he surprises me by pressing a kiss to my forehead before turning and walking back to my window.

“I won’t screw shit up for you again, Emy,” he says, sliding it up. “You deserve whatever you want.”

With that, he leaps through the opening.

And my heart gives me another strange tug.

~*~*~*~

“S
o let me get this right,” Kenny says, skipping beside me as we walk to school on Monday. “Jack went to kiss you, but Rainer interfered and ended up being the one to kiss you?”

I shrug. “Something like that. He was just being nice because he ruined my first kiss.”

“Uh-huh,” he says. “Or maybe he wanted to kiss you.”

“Dude, no. Rainer and I are friends. Trust me, it was a friend kiss.”

Except the tongue. God, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the tongue.

“Or . . .” he says. “He likes you.”

“Trust me, I know him. He doesn’t. He’s all up in Missy’s space.”

Kenny snorts. “Slut.”

“Right?” I grin.

We reach the school grounds and Kenny splits, heading to his group of friends who play chess before class. I go in the opposite direction, weaving through the cars and making my way towards the front doors. I’m just about there when a hand lashes out, curling around my wrist and tugging me backwards. I yelp and spin around, jerking my hand back, to see Missy and a group of her friends standing by a bright yellow car.

“Can I help you?” I mutter, glaring at her.

“Yes, you can,” she says, throwing her hands on her hips. “I want to know what your relationship is with my guy.”

“Your man?” I snort.

She flicks her perfect hair over her perfect damned shoulder. “Yes, Rainer. My man.”

I roll my eyes. Rainer would love to know she’s strutting around calling him that.

“Rainer is my best friend. Deal with it.”

“Yeah,” she says, laughing bitterly. “See, I have a problem with that. I don’t like my man having female friends, especially when he leaves me to climb through her window . . .”

“He often climbs through my window,” I say in a taunting tone. “In fact, he spends a lot of time sleeping in my bed with me.”

Her face goes bright red and she nods to a big, butch friend. That friend steps forward and before I realize what’s happening, she slams me towards the nearest car so hard my head jerks back and bangs into it. Missy gets up in my face, while her butch friend holds me. “Listen up, you geeky, ugly little nerd. Rainer is mine. I don’t like your part in his life, and I’m not going to ask you twice to change it. This will be your only chance. Stay away from him, cut your friendship with him, or you’ll have me to answer to.”

“You?” I wheeze. “You mean your big, butch friend here? Because last time I checked, you had no balls and had to hire a gorilla from the local zoo to do your dirty work.”

Okay, so I probably asked for the punch that butch bitch lands to my gut after my crude comments. A pained grunt leaves my mouth and pain shoots through my stomach and ribs. It’s sharp and intense. That can’t be good.

“What did you say about me?” Butch growls.

“Only the truth.” I gasp between pants.

She hits me again, this time harder. My legs go out from beneath me, and I crumple to my feet as she lets me go. Pain unlike anything I’ve ever felt rips through my belly and tears burst to my eyes. Missy leans down and yells, “Stay away from him, or it’ll be worse!”

Then she rallies up her friends and disappears into the school.

Great. Just great.

~*~*~*~

I
can’t stand, because it hurts way too much. The bell has already gone, and everyone has cleared out, so it’s just me, pressed against a stranger’s car, gasping for air. My stomach hurts, and I think there’s a bruise or two forming. Maybe one of my ribs is broken. That girl can punch. I need to get up, go home and rest this one out. It’ll teach me for opening my big mouth.

The sound of a rumbling truck catches my attention, and I jerk my head up to see Rainer pulling into the parking lot. Late, as always. Of course he would choose today, a day when I really don’t need him to see me. I try to shift, but the pain really is too much. Maybe I’ll just act casual, as if I’m sitting here being a rebel and skipping class.

I watch as he jumps out of his car, a few of his friends getting out behind him. They’re laughing and smoking, completely oblivious to me. Hopefully it stays that way. They start to walk off, when one of his friends, Jimmy I think his name is, says, “Isn’t that your friend, Rainer?”

Rainer turns and fixes his eyes on me, and I watch as they narrow. Great. Really. Great. He waves his friends on and then tosses his pack on the back of his truck before jogging over to my side. When he stops in front of me, his brown eyes scan over me, before he asks, “What’re you doin’ here, Emy? Class has started.”

“Ah,” I say and my voice comes out pained. “I’m, just . . . chilling.”

I’m a bad liar.

He narrows his eyes. “Chilling? I don’t think so. I know you better than that. What’re you really doing?”

Shit.

“I, ah, just fell. Hurt my ankle.”

“Shit,” he says, kneeling. “You should have called me.”

He lifts my ankle and inspects it, frowning because there’s not any swelling. He puts it back down and lifts the other, causing my body to jerk a little. A pained groan leaves my throat and I press a hand to my stomach without even thinking. He drops my ankle and reaches over, grabbing my shirt. I try to slap his hand away, but he’s too quick. He lifts it and his eyes flare with rage as he sees the dark bruises starting to form.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

I wave a hand. “I fell.”

“Bullshit. Do you think I’m stupid? My dad has knocked me around enough for me to know when something is there from a fist and not a simple trip. Who did this?”

“Rainer, come on, it’s fine.”

His eyes flash with rage and he barks, “Who did this, Emalie?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re lying!”

“Rainer please,” I say and much to my horror, a tear slides down my cheek.

“Fuck,” he says, leaning over and scooping me into his arms. “Sorry.”

“Why are you carrying me?” I manage through choked tears.

“Because you’re hurt. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I don’t need the hospital,” I protest. “I just need sleep.”

He frowns. “You could have internal damage.”

“I’m fine. Please, Rainer. Just take me home.”

He stares down at my face and his jaw tics. “You’re not going to tell me who did this, are you?”

I shake my head, looking away.

“I don’t like it, Emy. Don’t fuckin’ like it at all.”

“I know,” I say softly.

He places me in his truck gently, and I wince in pain as I’m forced to move.

Neither of us say anything more, but I know how much this is bothering him.

I just can’t tell him who did it.

I
can’t take my eyes off him, no matter how hard I try—and believe me, I’m trying. There’s an air about him that just can’t be unseen. He moves across the ring with grace, his big body flexing and pulling. Max moves with a more determined, fierce aggression, but Rainer? It’s as if he was born for it. The two of them dance around each other like lions, sizing each other up. I honestly don’t know how they can bring themselves to fight when they’re good friends outside of the ring.

“How hot are they?” Belle asks, leaning in so she can talk in my ear over the roaring of the crowd.

I nod. “Hot. I can’t believe they are so at ease in there.”

“Would you believe that Rainer and Max hated each other only weeks ago? They got into a massive fight one night, because Max thought I was sleeping with Rainer, which I obviously wasn’t. Anyway, after the fight, Max decided to take Rainer on, because he fought so well.”

I raise my brows. “Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“I never thought Rainer would be much of a fighter. Not that I don’t think he can’t do it, because he can, he just usually tries so hard to keep his cool.”

She smiles. “I think it’s his way of expelling pent-up energy. Rainer is calm only because he doesn’t know any other way to be.”