One in a Million – Chap 7

Erotic stories: One in a Million – Chap 7

Author: Redthorn

Two days had passed since that day and neither of us was talking to each other, Jo for obvious reasons and me for fear of how Jo would react if I told her the truth about me. The only time when we actually said anything to each other was when I felt like I was about to crack and had called to her as she walked passed me in the hallway at home. “Jo, wait a minute.” I had said. Jo had turned around with a bit of hope in her eyes, but I also saw a something else that scared me a little:

A deep curiosity that was so strong, it seemed almost like a hunger. “Nevermind.” And we had both walked away,disappointed in myself. As the days turned to weeks, prom was coming turned around the corner. A few girls had asked me out but I turned them down saying that I wasn’t going. Jo on the other hand was super excited to be going to her prom. “I’m going to wear a dress and ride in a limo and me and my date are going to dance and be nominated King and Queen!” She yelled in one breath when mom asked during dinner.

I said nothing and just got up from the table, food not touched, and went to walk up the stairs. “Joseph, are you okay?” I mumbled a response and turned to the stairs. “Well what about you? Who are you going to the prom with?” I wished more than anything that we would not have this conversation right here and now. “I’m not going with anyone.” I whispered “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” In a sudden fury, I spun on my heel to face the both of them, who recoiled in the face of my anger.

“I SAID I’M NOT GOING!” I turned back around and half ran up the stairs into my room where I slammed the door closed. I didn’t feel any better after I came in, In fact, I felt even more enraged. I picked up my bedside table and threw it across the room and was followed by my desk lamp and then the desk itself. I heard knocking on my door, But I wasn’t in the mood for any visitors so I locked the door mentally. I kicked my bed, sending it skidding across the floor and resting in front of my closet. I slammed down my dresser before finally running out of fumes. I sat myself down on the overturned dresser and sat there with my hands over my face.

“J.P! Open the damn door! J.P!” I sighed knowing she wouldn’t go away anytime soon so I unlocked the door. As soon as the lock came off, Jo came bursting through the door.She gasped at the wreckage but other than that didn’t say anything at all. She just closed the door behind her and sat down beside me. I don’t know how long we sat there, Me with my hands over my face and her with her arms over me in a gentle embrace.

Finally, Jo stood up taking away her warmth and love away as well. I looked up to see her walking towards the door. Without thinking, my hand snapped out to grab her wrist. Jo stopped, but didn’t turn around. I felt my mouth opening and closing, but I could find the words I wanted to say, Anything could have better than the silence we were in. Jo finally broke out of my grip and practically ran out of my room and I looked after her unable to go after her.

I felt the tears come then as I turned around wondering why the hell I couldn’t bring myself to do the simplest things. I faced my full body mirror in my closet which had been opened by the bed hitting it. My vision turned red as I looked at my reflection. The one person in my life who I cared about more than anything was walking out of my life and, once again, I was powerless to stop it. I yelled as I snapped my fist out shattering the mirror and it’s reflection.

“Well it should be okay now, but what I would like to know is how in the world did you get shards of glass stuck in your knuckles?” The doctor asked as he finished bandaging my hand while I sat on the living room couch. Mom had called the doctor when I came downstairs, my hand a bloody mess. Thankfully, the doctor did house calls and was here in ten minutes. I mumbled something about trying to move it out the way and tripping. The doc sighed as snapped up his bag before standing up. I heard him and my mom talking in the kitchen as I rubbed my bandages.

“He’ll be fine physically, but I suggest getting a psychologist to see his mental state.” “Why what’s wrong with him? He hasn’t been acting strange in any way.” My mom replied. “Well the way the shards were imbedded into his skin suggest that he punched the mirror.” There was silence for a minute and I tried to flex my hand.

“Well in any case, you should keep an eye on him for a while, just to be sure. Here’s the card for one of my associates that specialize in psychology, call her if there are any problems.” I heard the front door slam and his truck pull away as the doctor made his exit. I got up and stretched, getting ready to head for bed.

Mom came in, worry written all over her face. “You okay hun?” she asked “I’m fine mom, really. I was just trying to get my mirror down from the door to hang it up on my wall instead and tripped, the glass broke and landed on my hand. Look you don’t need to worry okay? I’m perfectly fine.” As I walked back up the stairs, I heard her mumble. to herself “Sometimes I can’t help but worry about you.”

For the next couple of days, things were tense between the three of us. School wasn’t much better since prom was coming up. Everyone was excited and going. I was asked to do random photography by our art teacher mr, warden. When prom night came I found myself sitting next to the door, my mother camera around my neck, dressed up in a tux and I had rented for the night, and the beginning of a very large headache.

Mom was rushing around happy tears springing from her eyes as she took a million different pictures of me. Jo’s date, Thomas Bentz, was sitting in the living room as we waited on Jo so we could leave together. “Jo! Come on or the limo will leave us!” I yelled from the bottom of the stairway. “Alright Alright, I’m coming!” A few minutes later I heard Jo walk into the living room. “It’s about t-” Whatever I was about to say next was forgotten the moment I saw Jo standing there.

To say she looked stunning wouldn’t do what I saw in front of me any justice at all. Instead of going with a big, white dress that I originally thought she would wear, she was wearing a small black V-neck dress that swirled all around her body and came to a stop at her ankles. The dress was split at the bottom as well, giving it a mermaid’s tail. She had her normally straight Blonde hair in a sideways fashion with the tips of her bangs, which were hanging on the side of her face, were dyed black.

Both thomas and I gaped at the vision of beauty in front of us. Jo finished walking down the stairs and stood right in front of me, close enough that I could see every detail of her dark red eyeliner. ‘You know it’s not too late, we could go by ourselves we don’t need to go with anyone else.’ Nothing was said between us, but I could read her well enough that we could have secret conversations with anyone noticing.We stared at each other for a moment before I looked down at the floor. “Okay then.” Jo said tightly before going over and wrapping her arms around Thomas’s arm.

I felt somthing deep insideof me burn intensly, in fact it grew so intense that I had to bit my lip from crying out. I calmed myself down to the best of my extent and succeeded (somewhat) by pure willpower. As we walked out the house to go inside of the limo I called for thomas to come speak to me after he had put Jo inside of the car all gentlemanly and such.

He came over to a place where jo couldn’t see our face and I glared at thomas with all the hatred I could muster, which wasen’t that hard considering I already disliked the guy more then anything. “Alright Bentz, listen to me and listen to me well.” I said getting all up and personal with him. “I want this day to be special for her, so you better treat her like a queen or else you find out just how good the dirt tastes, And if I hear one single thing that you are doing to mistreat her or see you trying to hurt or abuse her in anyway, I swear to god there will be no mercy on you when I find your ass.”

Thomas smirked and pushed me. “Lay off dweeb, don’t start acting all cocky because you beat derrick in a fight with luck. The rest of us aren’t that easy to beat. And don’t worry about your precious little sister, I won’t do anything to her that she dosen’t want.” He pushed me out of his way and I had to seriously to keep from trashing to little SOB right where he stood. By sheer will, I forced a smile onto my face and walked to the car and drove us to the party in silence. But after seeing Jo in her dress made everyone else look like they were dressed in jeans and T-shirts by comparison. I still acted polite and told her she looked goregous. Her mom and dad took photos and soon, we were on our way.

I had to give the faculty credit, while they may suck at teaching, they sure do know how to decorate. The walkway to the gym had a red carpet and searchlights fanned the sky. As we walked in, It felt more like we had entered a club than a high school prom. There were people crowding the drink table and a couple by the wall, but the majority of the school seemed to be on the dancefloor.

We found a table and ordered some food before we started exploring.A Couple of girls asked me to take their picture so I ended up getting separated from Thomas and Jo. The girls got their picture taken, but still hung around giggling and trying to flirt. Under normal situations, I probably would’ve been drooling over them and trying not to drool over them, but after seeing Jo in her dress made everyone else look like they were dressed in jeans and T-shirts by comparison.

I still acted polite and told them they looked gorgeous and flirted a bit with them but I wasn’t really interested in anything they had to offer. I took a few more pictures before I started back toward my table. Somehow, the group of girls had gotten me to the opposite side of the room, so I had to fight my way through the crowd of dancing teens.

When I arrived, the pair of them had disappeared. I felt a cold fear trickle through my chest as I looked around frantically to find Jo. I calmed down when I saw her and Thomas laughing at the punch table. I felt the burning sensation in my chest again, but this time, it was quelled by an immense wave of sadness that washed over me. I walked over to one of the benches on the side of the wall and sat down my hands covering my face.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I should be happy knowing that my sister likes someone that likes her to, but all I felt was a dull sadness in my heart. Well if she can find some fun around here, I shouldn’t moping, I should trying to live my life! This Is Prom, the night of memories and dreams, not some place to be sitting around. I was pulled out of my internal pep talk when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked to see a small mousy haired girl who was wearing a small red dress.

“Uh, are you J.P?” She asked timidly shuffling her feet. I smiled at her nervousness and stood up . “Yeah I’m J.P, did you need something?” The brown-haired girl blushed as she stumbled over her words trying to get them out in the right order. “Um, well, You see, I, um, kinda wonder if you, um-” I Tried stifling my laughter as she turned even redder.

I took a quick peek into her mind to see what she was trying to say. “Yes I would love to have this dance with you Ava.” I said with a smile as her jaw dropped and her blush increased to match the color of her dress. “H-how-?” “How did I remember your name? Well it’s kinda hard to forget the girl who’s in two of my classes and printed my fight on the front page of every newspaper in school in big bold letters.” I said with a smirk, pulling most of what I said straight from her memory.

Ava’s ended up doing an impression of a fish out of water as I laughed and took her hand and lead her to the dance floor. After we found a spot where we could move comfortably, she put her hands tightly around my shoulders and mine resting lightly on her waist as we rocked to the slow-paced music. We started talking about school and how stupid most of teachers are until we became comfortable talking to each other. A few minutes later, after the song ended, Ava and I sat down laughing and just enjoying each other’s company.

Finally once we sobered down a bit, ava rested her head on her hand. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t even want to go to prom. All of my friends were going with their boyfriends and I didn’t want to go alone. Then Mark Cramer asked me to come, So I was super excited to come, but as soon we get here, he goes after a group of cheerleaders and forgets about little ol’ me.” I sighed as I felt I could relate to that feeling. “Looks like we’re both having a sucky night, The girl I wanted to ask ended geting asked by someone else, so I had to go with my sister and her date.”

Ava frowned at that. “Wait a minute, isn’t Jo your sister? And she was going with Thomas right?” Now it was my turn to frown. “Yeah why?” Ava shook her head. “They left a few minutes ago, Thomas said that she wasen’t feeling good so he was going to take her home. He got into a car with Derrick and his crew….” I didn’t hear anything else Ava said.

I stood up and walked towards then door, a suprised ava on my tail. “Wait, where are you going?” I didn’t answer her until I got to the parking lot. “I’m going to go kill some basterds and get my sister.” “What? No!” Ava tried to stop me by grabbing my jacket.”The half of the football team went with them! You could get seriously hurt!”

I turned around and grabbed Ava in a tight hug. “Thanks for caring and for the info, but my sister is in danger right now. I have to go.” My tone of voice left no room for an argument as I turned on my heel and bolted down the street. Once I was out of view of the school, I jumped into the air and blasted the air behind me, causing me to soar forward with amazing speed.

I sent out a mental sonar to see If I could find Jo’s mind near me. After a minute, my sonar picked up Jo’s mind, surrounded by twenty or so others which I assumed were the football team in a forrested area about a mile away from here. I growled in rage as I blasted myself forward with even more power, shooting me forward. Hold on Jo, I thought as I raced down the road. I’m coming!