Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... around the table, but I was still the only one looking at him. He glared at me for a few seconds before he turned and walked away. I tried to force myself to relax as he left. Looking around, I realised no one else at any surrounding tables had even noticed the exchange. They'd been talking at a normal volume, but for some reason it had felt like they were shouting at each other. Two strong wills rising up and locking horns. Why did I feel so threatened, so afraid of their exchange? I guess I liked the idea of being superior to Mike, but seeing him in person had really put me on edge. Jessica watched him leave, then turned to me and shot me an almost apologetic look before looking away again. The silence stretched. "What day is it?" said Becky suddenly. "Thursday." answered Rose in a monotone, without looking up. "Shit! That History thing is for tomorrow, isn't it?"she asked me, looking panicked. "Uh, yeah." I said. "Fuck! I was going to go out tonight!" she moaned. "Oh yeah, with who? Or did you forget to ask for his name?" asked Lissie, smiling. "Shut up, you bitch." Becky moaned, slumping down in her chair. The conversation quickly moved on, Derek and Rose joining in. I was so confused by what had happened. Had I just imagined that entire exchange between Jessica and Mike? Was it not worthy of some small comment? Everyone seemed just as relaxed as they had before, and the only difference I noticed was Rose shooting Jessica a small, reassuring smile, which was returned. ...

... Pretty soon lunch ended, and we all headed out to our lockers. Becky stopped by mine as she passed. "So did you get that report done?" she asked, sighing. "No." I answered, "But then I was always planning to do it tonight anyway." "Oh yeah." she said, laughing. "Well, later." She turned to leave. "Wait." I said quickly. "What was up with Jessica and Mike today?" "Oh right, I guess you don't know what happened between them?" she asked, smiling. "Well, I know a little bit. I mean, I know she broke up with him a while ago, but just...I don't know, wasn't it weird how...hostile they were being?" I asked. She looked confused. "Not really." she said, as if it was obvious, "I mean, haven't you known Jessica for like, years? She's always like that. Or she's just quiet." "Well, I know she was always like that when we were younger, but...I don't know, it just seems weird. And why didn't anyone even mention what happened?" I asked. She shrugged. "Because it happens." she said, "Seriously, all of Jessica's conversation is like...forty percent silence, forty percent being a bitch, and like..." she trailed off. "Twenty?" I prompted, smiling. "Shut up." she said, returning my smile, "Twenty percent being, like, normal. We didn't say anything about it because we're used to it. It's not usually Mike, but sometimes just some guy who won't stop asking her out, or some girl that hates her, or even one us. She's cool and all, but she's just kind of a bitch. You just get used to it." She shrugged ...