Women And the Demons Who Love Them

The First Time-1

J. Cole- Wet Dreams 

One: When I First Met You

    My life was a mess when we first met. My parents were getting a divorce. My older brother came out and my parents kicked him out of the house. My best friend was f*****g my girl and I was letting it happen. And I was failing four out of six classes. 

    Felicity Morgan was the girl everyone knew. She drew people in and she didn't even have to try. She actually didn't. People would flock around her while she read a book, they would ask for her opinion and she would answer it without even knowing who the person was. She tried to ignore the world as is it went on around her but the world just pulled her back into it. She has these beautiful chocolate brown eyes that can see into your soul. Maybe that was why. 

    I remember when my friends were drawn in by her. For some unknown reason, my group of friends all sat around this girl. She didn't acknowledge us in the slightest unless she was directly spoken too. I tried really hard to ignore the fact that there was some weird stranger sitting at our table. The fact that we knew who she was made things awkward for me and a weird part of me then, knew that it made me uncomfortable. 

    "Hey, Morgan," Zach my former best friend shouted. 

    Felicity looked like she was deep in her book. I hate when people interrupted my reading. But this girl, she smiled glancing up at my friend like her attention had been begging to give to him. Her eyes lit up in the warmest most welcoming way. It was mesmerizing. 

    "Yes?" The way she speaks was weird for me then. It's so formal. 

    "My birthday is this Friday. You coming?" 

    "Where would I be going?" she asked making him smile. 

    "My birthday party smart ass," he said placing a piece of paper in front of her. 

    For whatever reason, Zach was the one that connected with this girl on an intimate level. It was like he had fallen in love with her without being in love with her. She had become like a sister to him and they had this chemistry that many live their lives without ever finding it. I had hoped he would have stopped having s*x with the girl I thought was the love of my life but he just wasn't attracted physically to Felicity. He treated her like he treated the rest of us and she went along with it. 

    "I'll think it over, Parker," she said. 

    She took the piece of paper and used it as a bookmark before shutting it and putting the book in her backpack. A soon as she finished zipping up the bag the bell rang. She stood up and without saying goodbye to anyone, she walked away. It was one of the things that pissed me off. Her timing and the way she carried herself like the world existed to revolve around her. I hated her for it. It was the kind of hate that burned me up with a passion. 

    "Why did you invite her?" was what I asked my friend when she was gone. 

    "Dude, Morgan is chill as f**k," he laughed. "Why don't you like her?" 

    "It doesn't bother you that she only talks to us when we talk to her?" 

    "She likes to read and s**t. She's super smart but she hella cool once you get to know her," he handed me a Gatorade bottle and motioned me to follow. 

    That Friday took me somewhere dark. That morning my parents finalized their divorce. My dad took his things and left without so much as a goodbye or any indication that said he was going to keep in touch with who he called his only real son. He just left. Hours later, my brother came home with his six feet four-inch tall Korean boyfriend who looks like Sai from the Anime Naruto. 

    I was drinking heavily and from somewhere in the crowd that weird girl was watching me and I felt it, like an itch on my skin. I wanted to get it off of me so I did what any drunken unhappy baseball player did when he wanted to be alone. I walked into my friend's house and went up to his room. A part of me knew that was probably the worst idea ever, but I did it anyway. 

    "Gray," they both shouted as soon as I opened the door. 

    What was great about the relationship the three of us had then was that we all cared about each other. The fact that they thought I didn't know they were having s*x was what kept us together. Now that I'm older, I see that. I didn't want to lose my dad, my best friend, and my girl all in the same day but I had. I sighed shutting the door and walking back outside. She was sitting at the Tiki bar Zach's parents had built, alone. I sat down next to her and she pushed her beer towards me before getting up to get another one. 

    Felicity Morgan didn't say a word to me for a whole ten minutes. We sat just drinking our beers and listening to the music thump away behind us. She stood up looking at me. I didn't want to look at her I fought it. 

    "Stop being an ass and look at me before he gets here," she said. 

    I looked up at her confused. Before I could question her, Felicity Morgan pressed her lips to mine. I have no idea what the f**k came over me but the friction that started between just pushed everything out my mind. Suddenly, all of my problems washed away and all there was in that moment was the warm slick feeling of her lips pressed to mine. I stood up pulling her into me and she let me. She let me kiss her like I had never kissed anyone before. 

    "What the f**k?" I think he was in shock because it felt like we had made out for an eternity before we pulled away. 

    "What the hell, Grayson?" Analise shouted pushing Felicity. Felicity didn't even flinch she just looked down at the spot where Ana had placed her hand on Felicity's beautiful blue dress and with a single strike, Ana was laid out on the floor pressing her hand to her cheek where Felicity punched her. 

    "If you ever put your dirty commoner hands on me, I will destroy everything you believe in, b***h," she said glaring down at her with so much hatred in her eyes. Her face completely changed from hate to softness when she looked up at Zach. "I should have told you sooner, Z," 

    "Told me what?" he asked looking between the two of us. She put her hand in mine entwining our fingers together. "No, he hates you," 

    "Guess I'm better at hiding s**t than you are," was what came out of my mouth. 

    "You knew?" he asked guiltily. 

    "Yeah, I did. I just wanted to see how far you'd two go. You didn't disappoint," he didn't know what to say. 

    "We're going. See you at school," Felicity said pulling me with her. We walked out of the party together with our hands entwined until we stopped in front of her expensive ass cobalt blue Ferrari. 

    "Thanks for that," I said looking up at her. The way she looked at me that night is something I won't ever forget. Not even when I'm super old and senile. It was like I was the only person in the world. It made me feel special. 

    "You've taken enough s**t for one day. I think a nice would be a gift," 

    "How do you know that?" I asked. 

    "My mom is your parent's lawyer," she shrugged. "Do you have a ride home?" 

    "I don't want to go there. I was hoping to blackout and crash here tonight," she nodded. 

    "There's no one at my place. My dad has a wide selection of Whiskey and Bourbon. You can do that at my place," she said pressing a button on her keys. She opened the passenger door and got in before tossing them at me. "Just press home on my GPS," 

    I looked down at the key in my hand. I took a deep breath and nodded going around to driver's side. As soon as I took a seat and put the key in the ignition I felt a lot better. I reached over and pressed the home option on the screen on the dashboard. 

    When we reached her house, I couldn't believe it was real. The street alone made me believe we had entered an entirely different dimension. The houses just kept getting bigger and bigger as we drove by them until we stopped at the end to the mother of all mansions. 

    "Is your dad Bruce Wayne?" I asked as the doors opened for us. 

    "You can pull up to the front of the house," she laughed. 

    I did as she instructed. It was a little hard for me to get out but the thought of seeing the inside of this place pulled me along. The front door was opened by an older woman who didn't acknowledge us as we passed by her. I had never seen anything more beautiful than this house. 

    "Felicity, I thought you'd be out longer," her mom is just as beautiful as this girl and her fancy clothes. Except Felicity's mom has a thick Brit accent.

    "Mother, I thought you were leaving," Felicity answered but it didn't come off like she was surprised to see her. 

    "I just wanted to wish you an early birthday, dear. Your father and I won't be back until Thursday," 

    "Alright," she nodded. 

    Her mother stood up from the armchair she was sitting in and embraced her daughter with the same kind of warmness Felicity has. She looked down at her daughter like she was her most prized possession. 

    "Once we return, we plan to properly celebrate your birthday," Felicity nodded before looking over at me. 

    "Mother, this Grayson Thomas. My friend. We're going to get into dad's liquor. He's had a bit of an off day," 

    "Clara's son?" she asked me. 

    "Yes, ma'am," I nodded. 

    "Please, call me Lillian," she smiled. Her eyes are green. Pale green like green apples. 

    "Only if you call me Gray," she laughed her eyes lit up just like her daughter's do. 

    "Oh, I like you," she said placing her hand my elbow gently. "I am terribly sorry for your current predicament. I imagine you're taking it a bit hard," 

    "A lot hard, actually," she nodded. 

    "I can't imagine," she lightly rubbed my arm before pulling away and turning her attention to Felicity. "You need to be nice to this boy. None of that cold stoic facade. I swear you are just like your father," 

    "I'm being nice. I let him drive my car," Felicity said rolling her eyes. Her mom's eyes lit up with pride. 

    "Good. Gray if you don't mind. I'd like to ask you a favor," I nodded. 

    "Sure," 

    "Please, get this girl to stop socializing with that i***t Zachary Whatever his last name is. He's not a good person," 

    "I agree. He's a horrible person," she nodded looking back at her daughter with approval. 

    "See," she chastised. Felicity smirked looking away from her. 

    "I'll try my best to keep her away from him," I said. She gave my shoulder a squeeze. 

    "Thank you. I can't wait for you to meet my husband. He'll adore you," she said before walking away. "Your early birthday gift is on your bed, Felicity. Call your father when you open it. He handpicked it himself," 

    "Thank you, mother," she said almost annoyed. 

    "I love you," 

    "I love you too," I laughed at the cold manner she carried herself in. "Come on, Bourbon is this way," 

    "Your mom seems pretty cool," she smiled looking back at me and nodded. 

    "She is. She may not always be around but she's basically my best friend. Calls me at least six times in one day. The only person who annoys me more than she does is my dad," 

    "Why do you go to public school?" I asked. 

    "My parents thought it would give me better social skills. I used to go to Alkaline Academy. I didn't like anyone there. I didn't go out like I do now," 

    "You still don't like anyone," 

    "I like you," she shrugged putting a bottle of Bourbon out from behind a massive victorian looking bar. It's probably vintage. Cherry redwood lined with a dark metal. It's the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. 

    "Why?" I asked. 

    "Because you're the first person to ever treat me like I'm just another person. You don't like me because in your eyes we're equals. I'm not above nor beneath you. That's a rare quality for someone like me to find in others. You ask yourself what makes me so great when I treat others like trash and they praise me for it," 

    "Yeah," I nodded. 

    "Now you know," 

    "What?" she motioned around me. "You mean the fact that your family is loaded?" 

    "Exactly," 

    "I feel like I should hate you more for some reason," she laughed. 

    Felicity pulled out two cups from under the bar and then slid open a secret compartment that hid ice balls in it. Like legit ice balls. She took a little scoop and put a ball in each cup before putting everything away. Even the way she poured the golden liquid was graceful. She handed one to me and grabbed the bottle. 

    "Come on, let's go see what insane thing my dad got me this time," she said. 

    Walking through the house made me want to point out the fact that their amazing taste in decoration is sublime. It's modern. Open and inviting. There are so many family pictures not just of her and her parents but older ones with younger versions of her dad in them. 

    "You're an only child?" she nodded pushing open the door to her room. 

    I think that was the moment this girl became my best friend. The room is massive for starters. The ceiling is covered with every DC Character ever. In the center is a massive poster of the Red Hood and everyone else just surrounded him. By the theme of every statuette and collector's items, The Red Hood is her favorite. This is a comic book and gamer wonderland. She has what was meant to be a shoe organizer filled with game consoles and video games.

    "Cool huh?" she asked. 

    "Who are you?" I asked looking over at her. "You look like your room would be decorated like a princess's dream come true. You dress like one. I think the only time I ever saw you dress like the other girls was when we went camping and you still looked super elegant," 

    "I like to dress like a princess," she shrugged. "I have pink silk pajamas that I wear when I have a shitty day. I sit in that rocking racer's chair and shoot zombies in them," 

    "What?" I asked in disbelief. 

    "My dad and I have similar social skills. So, I spent a lot of time with him reading comic books and playing video games. You've met my mom, she was a model when she was getting her law degrees," 

    "I don't believe that the man in the pictures out in the hall was a gamer who's into comic books," I said going over to her collection of Red Hood helmets. She even has the Arkham Knight one.

    "Not was, is and yeah. He was also a soccer player and a ninja in high school," 

    "A ninja?" I asked looking back at her.

    "He competed in Martial Arts competitions,"

    "You're kidding," she shook her head pointing at something behind me. The entire wall between her bathroom door and closet door is a giant trophy case with karate belts, trophies, and metals. "Daddy's little princess ninja until I broke my knee in a car accident that needed a few surgeries to fix," 

    "Wow, I'm sorry to hear that. You two look super happy that you were able to beat the crap out of other kids," she laughed at the fact that I wasn't lying. 

    They were both smiling big at the camera when all these pictures were taken. There's a picture of her and her dad that stands out more than the other ones. She's smiling at the camera holding a black belt in her hand. She couldn't be older than twelve. The way he was looking down at her, there was so much pride in his features. I looked away feeling like hell and took a drink of bourbon from my glass. 

    "I'm sorry about your parents," she said softly. "I can't imagine what you're going through," 

    "He just left," I found myself saying. 

    She took my hand and lead me to the pair of racing chairs sitting in front of her giant flat screen. She took a seat and motioned me to sit with her. I sat down extending my legs in front of me thinking about how much I've always wanted one. 

    "Did he say anything?" 

    "No," I sighed shaking my head. "You must think I'm pretty pathetic huh?" 

    "What? No, I'm kind of in awe of you. Since we met actually. I think you're the strongest person I've ever met. I would have chopped Zach's dingaling off and embarrassed Ana so bad she'd change schools the next day if I were you. If my parents ever got a divorce I think I'd die," 

    "It feels like I'm dying," I admitted finishing what was in my cup. The giant ice ball hit me on my nose. She got up and bent down in front of me pouring me another drink. 

    "I know it's not the same thing and I'm kind of a shitty person for comparing it to your situation but when I broke my knee when I was fourteen I felt like my life was over too. I can't kneel or crouch or do anything that can f**k up my leg more than already is. When it first happened They said I might not be able to use it again," she stood up straight lifting her dress showing me the scar going along the inside of her right knee. 

    "I'm so sorry," I said leaning forward to get a better look. 

    "Sometimes, I look at it and still feel like that. It's a reminder that I'll never be able to do what I love again but it does get better. I promise it will get better. It might not seem like it for a long time but it does," I looked up at her and stood up. 

    "Why are you being nice to me?" she shrugged. "There are others who hate you, you know that right?" 

    "Yeah, but they all hate me because they wish they were me. You are standing in front of me, your life is falling apart and you still love who you are without envying what my parents give me," 

    "I do a little," I shrugged. 

    "Out of everything you've seen, it was the f*****g rocking chairs that brought that out in you," I laughed scratching the back of my neck. 

    "I've always wanted one. Jason Todd is cool but Tim was always my favorite. I mean he figured out who Batman and Robin were because he was a Flying Graysons fanboy. He is like a legit detective," 

    "Yeah, but Jason is Bruce's favorite. His story is wild. He literally stole the tires off the Batmobile and was like fight me Bats when Bruce caught him. Bruce was like, you crazy little s**t. I'm keeping him. I call dibs on this kid," I laughed. 

    "He died," 

    "And Bruce never forgave himself. Even when he came back and went crazy. Jaybird is still his favorite," 

    "You're crazy," I laughed. "Tim is the Best Robin and Cassie is the best Batgirl," 

    "Yes, Cassie is the best Batgirl. Jason was the best Robin though," 

    "Hell no, Tim is the best Robin," she smacked my forehead. "What the hell?"

    "Stop saying that in my house. You're hurting my baby's feelings," she said pulling out a Red Hood action figure from inside the pocket of her dress. 

    "What the hell? You carry that around with you?" she nodded. 

    "Since I was eight. He gives me strength," I laughed shaking my head. 

    "You're the weirdest girl I have ever met," 

    "Probably," she nodded finishing her drink. "You and I are dating now. So, get used to that," 

    "What?" I laughed shaking my head. 

    "We're a thing now. You're cheating slut of an ex-girlfriend knows it. Zach knows it and the whole school probably knows by now. You have to catch up," 

    "I didn't agree to this," 

    "Then agree," 

    "What do I get in all of this?" I asked shaking my head. This girl is out of her mind. 

    "You get to kiss me like you did in front of everyone whenever you want," she said stepping into me. I looked down at her lips. My mind zoned out thinking about the way she made me feel earlier. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. 

    "Deal," I agreed pressing my lips against hers. 

**********

    "That's so romantic," one of the nurses said looking up at both of us. 

    "Yeah, except that's not what happened," Felicity laughed before she groaned as a contraction hit again taking her breath away. 

    "Hey," I said taking her hand she pushed it away. 

    "I'm fine," she said rolling her eyes. 

    "That is so what happened. That's how I remember it," I said. 

    "No, you called me crazy and walked home that night," she laughed.

    "Shhh, no I didn't," I said shaking my head. 

    "Let me tell you what really happened," she said looking over at the group of nurses surrounding us.