***Twelve: Misha***

Shit, I'm like a hormone generated teenager! As I stopped at the venue's parkinglod, I turned my attention towards her and said, "Go along, I'll catch up with you. I'm just quickly going to take care of this." I looked down at the prominent bulge, silently pointing out what I'm referring too. She opened the door readying herself to leave, but closed it straight away. Another groan slipped from my lips. I'd prefer not to have blue balls but she's making this extremely difficult for me. Before I could question why she had yet to leave like I've asked her too, she sat down upon my lap (like she'd done before) and started riding me at a slow pace. Another groan erupted from my lips as I threw my head backwards. "Please don't," I pleated as I swallowed loudly. "If you keep going, I won't be able to control myself around you," I acknowledged her. God, she's driving me crazy! I'd like nothing less then to take her right here and now, but it's against my principles. Her family is just beyond those doors and anybody could catch us while doing the deed. "Let me help you," she whispered in a lustful tone. Fuck, she's so hot! I rummaged through my mind for a solution, any kind of an idea that could help me out of this bothered state. The only thought that struck me; however, is to get her away from me. I need to get her off of me. This act would add up to the second time today, that I've rejected her. She's not going to take it lightly. I opened up the door and told her to get off of me. She stopped mid movement and asked: "Are you freaking kidding me?" She didn't wait on a reply before getting off angrily and stomped away into the direction of the restrooms. I have this deep urge to follow her but I can't, not knowing that I haven't been raised that way. I wouldn't want my mother's spirit to haunt me for the rest of my days. Hopefully we could get another chance to fall victim to the heat of the moment. Yeah sure, who am I kidding? She most likely hates me now. I look down at the bulge that's throbbing within my pants. I grunted as I unzipped my trousers and pulled everything that's still in the way down; allowing my erection to sprung free. I use my pre-cum as lube and oscillated it. I threw my head backwards as an aberrant grunt fall from my lips. I escalated the speed as images of her spiral out of control. With one final groan I cummed into the palm of my hand. I panted heavily as I opened up the hidden apartment in the car's cubby and retrieved a tissue to wipe my hand with. After a few more moments I re-joined the reception. 

A hand full of her friends eyed me uncomfortably as I entered the hall. I ignored them as best I could and made my way towards my friend. "It took you long enough," he stated as he took a sip of his beverage. "Where's your sister?" I asked him as I scanned the area but I don't see her anywhere. "How the fuck should I know, haven't you just been with her?" He asked me bluntly. "Um… no, it's not like that. We haven't… She uhm… I-"I stumbled over my words like a coward. "Well, spit it out, I'm not getting any younger," Shaun said as he took another swallow. "I refused her," I whispered slightly under my breath. "YOU DID WHAT!?" He spat disbelievingly which caught everybody's attention. Shaun grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me away from the crowd and into a less active area. "Why would you do that? Shit she's most likely crying in the restrooms," Shaun started by interrogating me. The mere thought that I could possibly be the reason behind her smudged mascara, sits uneasily within the pit of my stomach. Before I could reply in any way he attacked me with yet another question: "Are you upset with her for some reason?" I looked up straight into my friend's inquiring eyes. "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am pissed off. She left me here alone without any explanation whatsoever. We could have found a way, but no she took the easier route by running into a different direction all together," I confessed my deepest secret out loud. Shaun dragged his fingers through his hair in an aggravated fashion. "Oh man, you have no idea why she left in the first place? I thought dad would've at least informed you guys," his statement has me completely muddled. Why does it suddenly feel like her father had held me for the fool? Back then they told us that she felt ashamed for her poor judgement. I recall thinking how they're much alike: Like father like daughter. Her parents continued by informing us how she begged them to transfer her to another school. They even pointed out how she doesn't want to be contacted by taking out her phone and showing it to us. Even though Simon and Marina were both too persistent to believe such things, I couldn't not believe it seeing how they had solid evidence. Had I been lied to? He caught on as the silence drew uncomfortable, not another word spoken. 

"Is everything okay over here?" Margo asked as she, from out nowhere, joined our side. What am I to say? How am I to reply? Shaun cleared his throat before turning his attention towards my sister and asked: "Could you kindly do me a favor?" She nodded and allowed a broad smile to cross her lips. "I need you to keep an open mind, please, could you go check on my sister?" She nodded in response, turned around and left the hall. I met Shaun's gaze; a furious expression lingers within his green orbs. It seems to me that there's definitely a snake in the grass.