Dear Diary

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He rubs his face and leans up, furious, but not as mad as I thought he might've been. He watches me gather my things, and even watches me open the door, and then the vibrating starts up again.

I shut my eyes, and my legs almost immediately start to shake as he's put it to the highest setting.

A strangled sound comes out of my mouth as I drop to the floor, it being so strong it's almost painful. I've been edged maybe 6 times today with this thing.

He walks over calmly and shuts the door, and picks me up over his shoulder. "Put- put me"-

I can't even get the words out. Now with my stomach pressed against his shoulder I moan, the feeling getting to be so much I start to thrash in his arms.

He throws me onto the bed and immediately my hand goes down my pants, but of course I picked the skinny jeans I had left here last time, and I can't get my hand down. He takes it and pins it to the bed beside my head, crawling over top of me.

"A chance to explain?" He asks.

I look up at him. "You piece of shit!! I'm gonna"-

"What?" His knee slides up fast and hard against my crouch, and I groan. My breathing is erratic, and I'm about to start begging, but I won't give him that pleasure.

"Fine," I grit out. Im getting close to finishing, denied so many times tonight, but the vibrations stop. My shaking doesn't though. I look up at him hatred evident in my face.

"Sorry. Couldn't have you be distracted." He says with a straight face.

"Well? Go on." I say. I try to sound confident and rude, but my tone shakes a bit from the pleasure denial and being pinned down.

He adjusts my wrists so he holds them in one hand, and then a hand holds my neck. "What did I say about your tone? You think you can step out of line just because I fucked up? That you have the upper hand? Your wrong."

"Get on with it." I say seemingly unaffected.

This only pisses him off more. But he says nothing.

I stare at him as he looks to the side, then back at me.

"When I first started talking to you I was obsessed. That much is true. But my friends started to notice. When you came up to me at that party. I didn't even realize it was your test I cheated off from. I wasn't at school that day, so when I had to take the test I took a random one from the teachers desk."

I forgot that he wasn't there that day. Then again, hard to remember the days he's not there when he hardly ever is.

"Then at that party, you dragged me into the bathroom and I thought I was the luckiest bastard who ever existed. I only remembered later the name on that test was yours."

"And then? The part where you stole my personal property?"

A slow smirk spreads across his face. "I was so furious that night. Completely irrational, and drunk. I followed you home. You left your door unlocked you were so drunk. I crept in, you were passed out still in your dress. And took it."

"You freak-!!"

"Beyond the point. I gave a picture of it to Owen, to prove I got that chick at the party back- who only knows your number- and that's it."

"He could trace that back"-

"He knows what's best for him. I only asked him to send it to you because I knew he already saw it."

I'm furious with him. "And all of this just so you can see what. And what if he knew it was me at that party!!"

"So that I could force you to tell me what the hell was going on. And he doesn't know, he was too busy with Katie."

"There were other ways of finding out."

He shrugs. "This one was more fun."

"You better see to it that he has that photo and number deleted."

"Already is."

"What if he took a picture of it. Or sent it to someone? Or"-

"Like I said. If he knows what's good for him, he won't."

I sigh. "Fine."

"Now. About that slap."

"It was well deserved."

He says nothing.