Clarke and Emory met a few weeks ago and hit it off instantly. They have been best friends ever since. Emory however has had eyes for Clarke a lot longer the just a few weeks. An attempt to impress Clarke back fires and changes things for the both o...
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Clarke walked in, glanced around the room and fell back on to the bed. Alicia put on some soft music and Brylee laughed as Clarke started to touch on the furry blanket on the bed. She tossed part of over Clarke's face. Clarke pulled off rubbing her face against it.
"Oh my god this is the softest, silkiest thing I have ever felt." She moaned into the blanket as she birdied her face in the fur.
Alicia smiled walking towards them. "There are things that way more softer and silkier... wetter too." She looked at Brylee and licked her lips. Brylee stood up and walked to her slowly. Clarke watched as their lips touched. She took a deep breath. And stood up fast.
"I can't be here, I need to go."
They both walked over to her. "Just relax Clarke and have some fun." Brylee said pressed herself against Clarke. She lost her balance falling back towards the bed. Alicia walked over and straddle her waste.
"Hold on, I cant... I cant be doing this right." Alicia pushed Clarke's dreads to the side kissing her neck. Brylee joined them on the bed pulling at Clarke t-shirt as Alicia sat up and pulled her own shirt over her head. Clarke tried to sit up but Brylee pushed her back down.
"Don't fight this Clarke. We know you want it baby, we want to fuck you so bad." Brylee said. Clarke was frozen in place. Her mind and senses were going crazy. Her mind was saying no but her body was reacting any way. Alicia started to unbuckle Clarke's belt and Brylee finally got her shirt over her head.
"No Brylee, I can't." She grabbed Alicia's hands." I don't want to do this!" She said louder and the door flew open.
Janet ran into the room, heels in her hand. Gil was right behind her.
"You'll never fucking learn will you!" Janet yelled and threw her heel straight at Brylee hitting her across the cheek with it. Alicia jumped off of Clarke, standing there in her jeans and a bra with her hands in the air. Janet looked at her. "Get the fuck outta here... now!" She yelled. Alicia ran towards the door. Gil stuck his foot and she tripped, sending her tumbling into the room door face first.
"Gotcha Bitch." He said. She held her face, got up and ran out. Brylee started making her way towards the door. She thought she was free until Janet gave Gil a look and he shut the door. Clarke sat up in the bed, holding her head and rocking.
Janet still had one heel in her hand as she approached Brylee.
"Janet I don't want any trouble with you." She said, hands in the air. Janet laughed as she got closer to her. She let the heel in her hand fall to the floor. They stood face to face and Brylee looked horrified as Janet just glared at her.
She wanted nothing more than whip Brylee's ass but she blamed herself. She shouldn't have Clarke go to this party alone.
"Janet..." Brylee started to say. Janet cut her off.
"Shut the fuck up Brylee. That I'm sorry shit is played out little girl. I'm gonna tell you this one time and one time only." Janet pointed her finger in Brylee's face. "Stay the FUCK away from my girlfriend. Get it through that thick fucking skull of yours. She doesn't want you."
Brylee nodded. "I got it." Janet turned to walk away.
"Bitch." Brylee mumbled under her breath. Janet turned around slowly.
"Oooo you finna get it now hoe." Gil said watching from the door. Janet picked up a glass full of champagne.
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She threw the drink her face and slapped her as hard she could. Brylee fell to the floor holding her face and Janet walked off.
She went to Clarke's side. "Baby?"
Clarke lifted her eyes to look at Janet. Her pupils were were twice their normal size. You could no longer see the color of her eyes.
"Oh baby, what did you take?" She asked helping her to her feet.
"Can we go home now?" Clarke asked.
"Yes baby were going home right now." Janet said helping her to the door. Clarke glanced back towards the bed.
"Can we take that?" She asked pointing at the blanket on the bed. Gil laughed.
"It's Molly. She's fucking rolling." He went over to the bed and grabbed the blanket and folded it as they walked out the door.
They made their way down stairs. The party had moved completely to the poolside. They walked through trashed and empty living room. Gil opened the door. Preston was already standing there waiting.
"Suuuuup Preston. I told you I'd only be a minute." Clarke said smiling as they helped her into the car. Janet hadn't said a word since the left the room. She was furious with Clarke but wanted to make sure she was okay and let her sober up some before she asked any questions. Gil glanced at her. Janet wouldn't look at him.
Clarke had laid across them in the back seat rubbing her face and hands against the blanket in Gil's lap. She looked up at Gil.
"It's just so fucking soft man." Gil wanted to laugh but knew he better not. Janet was clearly very upset.
They didn't make it back to the house until around 4 a.m. Wissam was sleeping on the living room couch, the baby monitor resting agains this chest. Clarke noticed him.
"What the fuck is he doing here? Why is he here J?" She said loudly, waking him.
"Lower your voice now." Janet snapped. "He is here because like a child, I had to go get you from that damn party. He stayed with Eissa."
Clarke glared at him. "We don't need you here. Get out!" Clarke said walking towards him and shoving him hard. He tried to back away and she pushed him again and he nearly lost his balance.
"The fuck is her problem?" He said. "I was just trying to fucking help but I'm out of here." He said throwing the baby monitor on to the couch and walking towards the door.
"Wissam wait please." Janet said. She pointed at Clarke. "Gil take her to our room please and wait for me there." She followed Wissam out of the house. He was pissed. "Can you just stop for a minute please?"
He turned around and stood there. "Is this women you have around our son Janet? She is clearly fucked off on something."
"Someone must have slipped her something at the party. Clarke doesn't even drink much let alone do drugs."
"I don't want her around my son." He said sternly.
"Eissa is my son too and he loves Clarke. You don't have the final say Wissam." Janet said as he approached her.
"Maybe we should change that then." He said.
"Are you joking right now? Why would you say something like that?" Janet asked. "We have been handling this all so well and now you're making threats..."
He reached in his pocket for his keys as he walked toward his car. "Clarke has to go or I'm petitioning for full custody of Eissa." He got in his car and drove away.
