Jack Frost - Shannon Sabotage (best electronic book reader .TXT) 📗

concrete bench with Jack sitting beside her now. She thought of how to put it into words what she was about to tell him. He wrapped his arm around her now looking at her with concern. She closed her eyes,
“I know we only met here yesterday but I have to say this. Okay, so my brother didn’t take me out to dinner. We set one of his teacher’s papers on fire to get her fired, and then we went home. My dad showed up and he hit me and under the makeup is a bruise. Oh my gosh, it feels good to tell someone.”
There was a long pause before Jack said anything.
“Oh.”
She turned him with a frown.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“No.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly breathing in her every essence.
“I’m so sorry that you have to hide all of that from everyone. I’m sure things will get better. And baby I’m always here.”
Hestia looked up.
“You….you called me baby…” He held her closer.
“Yeah, I guess I did.” Hestia pulled back and looked into his eyes. Next thing they both knew their lips were pressed against each other’s.

Chapter 9~

Chapter 9
Tasting the sparks on Jack’s tongue, Hestia’s skin got hotter by the second. She pulled on tufts of his hair as his tongue danced with hers. Jack pulled Hestia up on him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Encasing his neck with her arms, Hestia bit Jack’s lip causing him to moan into her mouth. She laughed as Jack lost his balance on the bench. They both fell into the grass giggling like mad people. Hestia rolled around in the grass with Jack like little kids. With a final kiss on Hestia’s forehead Jack spoke quietly,
“I wish I could freeze this moment and cherish it forever.”
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. She smiled kissing his nose and breathing in the scent of upcoming spring. They lay in the grass for what seemed like hours but were merely only minutes. Jack stood helping Hestia off the ground by pulling her up by the hands. She thanked him with a kiss and they went off to last period.
Ignoring the teacher’s requests they both worked in the same group and sat beside each other. Under their desks they held each other’s hand the whole time.
After school was out they both went to the same bench they sat on the day before waiting for their buses. Playing with Hestia’s hands Jack laughed and smiled. Neither of them had been so happy. They messed with each other like this until Jack’s bus arrived. He bid his farewell with a kiss on Hestia’s warm lips and as he pulled his bag over his shoulder she tackled him from behind. Laughing and almost falling to the ground Jack pleaded for her to get off. No matter what she clung to him as she laughed harder and harder. Soon beginning to hiccup Hestia was finally shaken off and Jack hugged her tightly around the waist kissing her cheek sweetly. She whispered in his ear,
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait.”
She kissed his cold lips tasting every spark that produced in those few seconds. And soon that moment was left behind as Jack boarded the bus with Barney.
Sitting down on the bench waiting for her own bus, Hestia played with the buttons on her shirt. She sung a little tune her father used to sing to her when she was younger and waited patiently as the students thinned out.
“I must’ve missed my bus.”
She sighed standing up and throwing her bag over her shoulder. She strolled into the school and through the door of the main office. She sat in a chair soon finding herself being called up. She sighed once more before leaving her bag in the seat and walking up to the counter.
“Hi, I seemed to have missed my bus. May I call home?”
The woman at the desk smiled nodding and pointed over to the phone on Hestia’s left.
“Thank you.” Hestia walked over to the phone. She picked it up holding the receiver to her ear and in mid-dial she heard that voice she loathed.
“That’s a good friend of mine, I’ll drive her home.”
“She’s already calling home, though.”
“It’s really no problem.”
“Fine, then.”
Hestia hung up the phone and turned to find Jeremiah smiling at her. Her good day status just plummeted a good thirty feet. She rolled her eyes as he kept up the good guy act as they walked out of the school and into parking lot. He opened the door for her and she looked at him with confusion. Well, she hadn’t seen him since yesterday; maybe he was trying to be nicer. She buckled her seat belt as he got in on the other side and soon they were down the road and taking a right.
“I’m afraid to give you my address.”
Jeremiah laughed at her and kept his eyes on the road.
“You can turn the radio on if you want.”
Hestia slowly and carefully turned on the radio switching it to a heavy rock station. They sat there in silence listening to the heavy guitar solos. Jeremiah turned into a cobblestoned driveway and he unlocked the doors.
“I guess I’ll go to your house then…”
Hestia got out of the car and walked up the steps of the large house. No wonder he acted like he owned the whole damn town. She waited for him to come and unlock the door. He came up behind her wrapping his arms around her and slipping a key in the lock. She was pushed inside and almost fell onto the antique rug and dropping her bag off to the side of the door. Hestia started exploring the house with its many rooms and chandeliers.
Standing at the top of the huge white marble staircase on her tip toes she reached out to touch a crystal in the chandelier hanging in the foyer. As Jeremiah walked up the stairs Hestia sat down on the top step and watched him as he approached her. He smiled as he sat down beside her. He wrapped his arm around her and she soon felt very uncomfortable.
“So, beautiful, how was your day?”
Beautiful. I knew he’d never change.
Hestia thought as he asked once more.
“Oh, well I had an exceptional day…you?”
“It’s been good, and it’s only getting better by the second.”
Hestia couldn’t help it, her cheeks flushed to a darker red and she looked down. She could almost hear Jeremiah’s smile from her reaction.
“Want to go to my room?” She thought for a moment and only nodded. Leading her by her hand Jeremiah escorted her down the long hallway to the last bedroom. As Hestia walked inside looking at the many posters on the walls the noise of the door closing caught her attention. Jeremiah leaned against the door and looked to the ground.
“Are you okay?”
She ran her hand through her hair as she spoke. He nodded and walked toward her. She watched him closely. He sat down on his unmade bed and she sat down beside him. He looked at her and smiled.
“God, you’re so hot.”
“Excuse me?”
“Like temperature. I mean you’re really attractive too.”
He smirked that famous smirk and leaned into her.
“Remind me why I’m here again?” She said as she pushed on his chest to get the distance back between them.
“Well, I brought you here. You didn’t reject me, and here we are.”
She nodded and held her hands in her lap. Her palms were slightly sweating and her bottom lip was trembling. Jeremiah nuzzled his nose into her neck and kissed her neck lightly. She sat there motionless, it pushed him farther. He wanted her to squirm; he wanted her to fight back. He ached for her tears and the screams that he knew would soon escape her sweet m-shaped mouth.
Grabbing her wrists and pushing her down forcefully towards the bed he climbed on top of her and weighed himself onto her hips. She let out a shriek of pain and kneed him in the stomach. He yelled in discomfort and leaned down to her so their noses were almost touching.
“There’s no way you can get out of this, beautiful. I’m a strong man, you’re just a weak woman, and I can so easily overpower you. I bet you’ll enjoy this, though. Later you’ll be begging for more.”
Hestia spat in his face blinding him for a moment. He held her arms down with his legs with his crotch in her face. He wiped his face with the back of his left hand and slid down back to her waist. He unbuttoned her jeans sliding them off underneath him. Tears rolled down her face as he did so. He smiled licking the tears away. She closed her eyes tight shaking in disgust. She yelled once more before he got fed up and shoved a sock in her mouth.
“Someone’s got a big mouth; maybe you can use that later.”
He slipped his hand between two buttons on her shirt and popped his way through. He ripped through her tank top revealing her heaving chest. She cried harder as he unhooked her bra and gripped her upper body tightly in his grasp. The pain was too hard for her to take. He pulled his shirt off along with his pants and finally his boxers. Hestia didn’t look she knew it would only hurt more if she did. He slipped her underwear off and lifted himself up a little getting leverage with his hands beside her head.
He screamed in agony as the flames engulfed his face.

Chapter 10~

Chapter 10
While the flames singed his hair and started burning his flesh, Jeremiah swatted at the flames gathering on the rest of his body. Before jumping out of the bed grabbing her clothes and running down the stairs, Hestia couldn’t help but