Blue Ribbon
by Redsliver
Chapter 4
I strode into Mr Beaton’s second English 11 class of the day. Eyes turned towards me, I was the center of attention. I had a momentary flight response in my gut. I had never been popular and this was still settling on me. Just this morning, I had been a loner, a shadow, a virgin, a whatever. Now with the green ribbon pinned over my heart; I was the boss. The Master.
I had Lisa by my side. She ducked behind my shoulder, shyly smiling at Owen, her boyfriend. Owen looked gutshot and sour. I called Lisa my assistant, my first piece to my harem. She was a beautiful, caring, and instigating companion. I had her to keep me from chickening out. No turning back. Not that I could. I had stripped a teacher and her most attractive students in art class. I had arranged a game of pornographic volleyball in a girl’s gym. I had fucked as many of that class as I could in the showers. I was pleased with myself.
I was a horny little bastard. I had come to terms with that. I resented being told what to do, I just hadn’t known how much. Miles Shepherd, another Master, had demanded hands off his little sister. Anna Shepherd, and her best friend Holly, were now Lisa’s support staff, the rest of my harem. They were at lunch, I’d collect them after settling my business in Mr Beaton’s class.
“Leo, I don’t have you for this class,” Mr Beaton hesitated. He wore a yellow ribbon. He was below me.
“I promise not to take away more than a quarter of your time,” I nodded. Gregg and Kimberley, two other green ribbons, were here. Gregg sat alone, a book in hand, he seemed above it all. He watched me surreptitiously. Kimberley had two of the cheerleaders, Jessica who I had met this morning and a sophomore I didn’t know, behind her. Two muscled boys were in front of her. She was getting a foot rubbed while the other boy looked prepared to take notes.
“Of course,” Mr Beaton sighed, “It looks like we have to give the floor to Leo.”
“Owen, Hi,” The looks he lightning rodded were so pathetic. He turned green. I reached back for Lisa’s hand, “I’ve taken your girlfriend.”
The crowd got rowdy. Everyone was taunting Owen or hissing at Lisa. I set my jaw.
“Shut up,” Gregg announced quietly and turned the page. Everyone simmered down.
“I feel like a bit of jerk though,” I nodded, “I have found you a willing replacement if you like?”
“I love you, Lisa!” He was on the verge of tears. Fuck!
“I love you too, Owen,” Lisa squeezed my fingers, “But Leo’s pretty convincing.”
I squeezed her fingers back.
“Her name’s Dorothy—Shit does she have a last name?”
“Probably,” Lisa remembered the little sophomore who I’d banged in the showers with clear disgust.
“Does anyone know a freshman or sophomore named Dorothy? This tall, dark hair, uh...”
“She has green eyes, tans, skinny and has bigger breasts than me but smaller than Kim.” Lisa assisted.
“Call me Kimberley, peasant,” Sneered our green cheerleading queen. Gregg and I smirked at the peasant command.
“Kimberley.” Lisa belted out behind flared cheeks.
“So, Dorothy?” There were dead stares and shaken heads throughout classes.
“I don’t want some random bitch,” Owen scowled, “I want Lisa.”
“Well,” I sighed and gave Gregg an apologetic frown. He turned the page. I led Lisa over to Mr Beaton’s desk. He hurried his laptop out of the way as I bent Lisa over.
“Leo—”
“Enjoy this,” I hissed for her and maybe the front row judging by the blushed cheeks of Talia and the crooked smile of Wendy. I swiped aside Lisa’s hair looking deep into Wendy’s eyes. I caught Wendy’s smile with a bright counter. I added an addendum to my agenda. I put my lips to Lisa’s ear once more, “And show off.”
“Baby!” Lisa screamed happily as I pulled down her jeans.
“Sit down, Owen!” Kimberley shouted. I looked up and Owen was in his seat with his knuckles whitening on the edges of his desk, “Stay there, and masturbate if you have to, but watch quietly.”
“Oh, I’ve never been wet like this before!” Lisa squealed as I lined myself up with her cunt. I had fucked twice, less than twenty minutes before. I had no trouble getting hard for her. I pushed inside her.
“Fuck me! That’s wonderful! Oh thank you, Master!” Lisa was meeting Owen’s eyes and by his face, her face must’ve been orgasmic.
“Is this necessary, Leo?” Mr Beaton asked. He looked fearful that he wouldn’t control his class.
“It’s necessary.” Gregg interrupted.
“Oh my God!” Lisa moaned as I humped her. I wasn’t even going hard but she was going strong. I ran my hand over the back of her shoulders. I was rubbing her shirt and worried. Were we going to have to crash another shower session? Could we just stink like sex all day?
“In fact,” Gregg looked up, “I bet Leo could learn from you teacher. That’s your job isn’t it? To educate. Grab a girl and show him how it’s done.”
I stopped, slamming Lisa forward as I watched Mr Beaton stride forward with a dark frown under his salt and pepper mustache. He put his hand out for Talia. Talia Al-Jibril. Even beyond her white and pink hijab, she was conservatively dressed. She shrunk back, swirling her head around the room as everyone’s eyes went on her. Everyone’s but Kimberley and Owen’s.
“Lisa? Does Owen eat pussy well?”
“Oh yes,” Lisa nodded, “Better than any I’ve ever had.”
“Have you had any besides him and Leo? You’ve been going out with Owen since the sixth grade,” Laughed someone.
“Is that what you need to learn, Leo?” Mr Beaton’s hands shook as he unbuttoned Talia’s shirt. The junior was dark, inconspicuous, and a little cute. Her black hair fell out of her hijab as Mr Beaton pulled it away. She shivered.
“Yeah,” I shrugged. I had never eaten pussy. I started fucking Lisa again.
“Oh shit! You’re bigger than Owen!” She slammed her hips back to meet me. I ran my fingers through her hair and palmed her skull. I looked over as Mr Beaton nuzzled Talia’s neck. Kissing and whispering things as he unzipped her skirt. She was small but had thick thighs and beautiful skin. Her hair was a little kinky and a lot wavy. She was so cute. She entreated me with her eyes.
“Eat her.” I grinned. Kimberley nodded.
“Owen, come here,” Kimberley demanded, “Hopefully you can do better than these pretty boys. Lisa, you don’t want to be caught lying.”
“But mistress!” The guy rubbing her foot shut up. Kimberley stood up and Jessica reached around the green ribboner and reached under the blue and silver pleated skirt. Kimberley had been wearing a tiny little blue g-string. I grinned. Lisa was panting like a bitch.
“Oh God! I gotta cum!” Lisa rumbled. She squealed as I kept right pumping into her. She had to rise on her tiptoes to meet every in-thrust and she stopped doing that as she wobbled. I slapped her ass, “Good girl.”
“Mr Beaton, please stop,” Talia begged as she hopped up onto her desk. Her ass sent her pen spinning across the tiled floor.
“I—” Mr Beaton just shook his head as he started down her body. Talia could’ve been a third his age. Probably a few years shy actually. He struggled to part her thighs as she buried her face into her hands.
“Holy—” She bit inside her cheek as he laid his first light kiss on her pussy.
“I find it more fun to fuck with other people,” Gregg made me jump. He had walked up to me and surveyed the class. My dick was still stiff and soaked. I pumped it as Owen knelt in front of Kimberley. I glanced at Gregg, but turned to my business. I leaned down and wiped Lisa’s hair from her ear.
“You were great, again,” I promised her and she turned to smile at me.
“Not Dorothy,” She pleaded, “Not for Owen.”
“Who?”
Wendy gasped when Lisa pointed at her. I understood Lisa then. She got me. No turning back. No slowing down. You little whore, Lisa. I probably would’ve said I was falling in love with her. But something was different, different from the way I felt about Mandy. I squeezed Lisa’s ass cheek and stood tall with my cock aimed dangerously at the classroom.
Wendy, still triggered from her art class, maybe, smiled at me. She was tall, beautiful, and I remembered her modelling as I touched myself. I scanned the room. Talia squirmed and bit the flesh below her thumb. Kimberley sighed sweetly as Owen licked and fingered her. She met my eyes. Daring me. I wanted her. She knew it. Her cheerleaders and boys were quiet and tucked away. Of the other girls, Shirley, Naddi and Rebecca stood out. Or was it Becky? Becca? It changed weekly. She was a sweet little brunette in a “I don’t even think about sex” white sweater and blue collared shirt combo. I focused on Shirley’s yellow ribbon. I lifted Wendy by her hair and I crooked a finger at the back of the room.
“Me?” Naddi asked looking at Shirley next to her. They could’ve been twins, except one was six inches taller, the other had less obvious cheekbones and one had a diamond in the rough Eastern European look while the other had a more snooty Italian designer clothes thing going on. Oh, blonde and brunette too. So very different. I guess I meant that they had the same look on their faces. Pouty lips in an unhappy frown and wide eyes. They looked at each other.
“Obviously I meant Rebecca,” I shrugged.
“But I’m all the way over here!” She panicked. I flashed a laughing smile.
“Oh! Oh! Oh my!” Kimberley was huffing and puffing. She was screechy and her O face was painful looking. She kicked Owen away after a moment and grinned, “Wow, now that he’s single get your fill of this girls! Wow! Jesus.”
“You go,” Shirley commanded with her yellow ribbon of Naddi. The taller girl, which is Naddi, got up and threw her hair back behind her. She had a squiggly plastic hairband to keep the dark gold hair out of her crystal blue eyes. I nodded to Shirley. She wasn’t getting away with it, not forever. She seemed to think I was smiling with her. I hitched my head towards Owen. She stopped smirking but tried to hop over to get her turn on Lisa’s ex.
“Leo? Um, I’m gay...” Wendy looked up at me as I guided her to her knees in front of me,
“How gay?” Lisa appeared behind me and reached around my chest to rub my torso. She looked sourly past my elbow at Kimberley. Wendy frowned. Gears were clicking her head.
“Yeah, how gay? And does Miles know about it?” I cut off her lie. I knew my asking the questions would make her answer.
“Not at all. And Miles is sweet but—but I was hoping you’d let me go for Naddi or—”
“The two of you will suck my dick. And since you’re so gay,” I tapped her nose, “Try and make out with Naddi around my dick. You OK with that?”
“No,” Naddi shook her head, “I’d rather do that with Lisa.”
“Why?” I considered with a sigh. Wendy was already kneeling, already holding me with her long slender fingers. I took Naddi’s hand as she kneeled down.”
“Fuck! Fuck! He’s got big fingers!” The class laughed at Shirley’s outburst. A hard nervous energy was ripping most people. Too much going on to make sense of. There was a fat girl, Dena, and Mike in the back corner. She was giving him a handjob and he was holding her shoulders. I approved and left them to it.
“Are you paying attention, Leo?”
“Don’t stop!” Talia squealed and shook her head with a “No! Mr Beaton! No! No!”
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I could reach out and touch Talia but I didn’t. I kept a grip in Wendy’s hair and squeezed Lisa’s fingers.
“It’s just wrong. Just wrong,” She shook her head pleading.
“I’m doing this for your benefit, Leo,” Mr Beaton frowned with practiced disappointment. He pushed his face back between Talia’s thick thighs.
“He does seem to be better at teaching History,” Gregg said. Way closer to me that I had realized. Naddi was just nervously climbing down to her knees and licking the undercrown of my cock. Wendy rushed to try and kiss her. I had to put a hand in Naddi’s hair to close them together.
“I’m glad you’re the worst of us, Leo,” Gregg gripped my shoulder. I lost momentum even despite of Wendy’s and Naddi’s beautifully opposing techniques, “Mr Beaton, I’m going to go. Take care that all the class is included.”
Talia flailed out with both hands for Gregg as he blew a kiss to the room. He had tossed his bookbag at the door and slung it onto his shoulder as he left. I sighed, realized there was a tension I was carrying I was OK to let go. I don’t know why I was worried.
“Thanks for the visit, Leo,” Kimberley’s cheerleaders were sliding Kimberley’s g-string back up under her skirt, “You mind painting those whores and moving on?”
“Oh no,” Talia slipped back off of her desk and into the chair behind it. Her sex spattered thighs slowly slipping down. She a mess and I liked it. Mr Beaton was standing up.
“I recommend cuddling after performing oral sex, Leo,” He explained as he walked to his desk for some paper towel, “However this seems like a poor environment for that.”
“I’m not ready to finish,” I muttered ignoring his Gregg given lesson.
“Don’t worry, Mr Beaton,” Lisa bounced on her heels. She reached over and stroked Wendy’s hair, “I’ll make sure he does his homework.”
“Of course,” He frowned, “Miss Al-Jibril, if you need to fix yourself in the ladies room. Please. Don’t hesitate.”
“I, um,” She was hunched over, tugging her shirt over her bra. We hadn’t even seen her tits. I looked back over to Kimberley.
“Hey, you wanna solve a mystery?” I stroked Naddi’s hair. Her finger’s were swirling around my balls. She had a very light touch. Wendy was honking like a goose as she slammed her throat against the tip of my cock.
“What kind of mystery?” Kimberley raised an eyebrow. She was cute. Her cheerleader slaves were hotter, but less interesting. I elbowed Lisa and whispered, “Amana.”
“Oh!” She giggled, “We’re going to see Mrs McMillan and, um, I... I can’t talk about it.” She poked me. Reminding me of my standing orders. I groaned as Wendy slipped off. I turned my hips and shoved my cock into Naddi’s mouth. Her eyes flared red and swelled with tears. I felt monstrous. I did it one more time. I fell back as she licked and swirled her tongue at her pace.
“Anyway mystery!” I laughed. Talia had fled the room and it looked like a couple of girls, none I had found interest in, had joined her. The boys in the class were as out of place, as nervous, but pretending not to be, “Mr Beaton. Out of curiosity, if you were to have an affair with a teacher here, who would you like it to be?”
“Candace,” He nodded quickly.
“Coach Ewerson?” I grinned. Naddi was putting the work in. Wendy was a receptacle. I looked down and tutted at her.
“Why her?” Mike asked, “I mean Ms Lopez is the hottest. Then Mrs McMillan and Madame DuPont.” The class generally agreed.
I was watching Mr Beaton quiet up. Angry to answer this from the murmuring class. Kimberley was watching me.
“No, I’m not doing anything you want me to, Leo,” She announced, “Go, have your fun. I’ll have mine.”
“Boo-urns!” Lisa megaphoned with both hands around her mouth at Kimberley.
“Yeah, this isn’t doing it for me,” I pushed Wendy away. I considered dragging Naddi with me. She wanted to finish me more. I chose not to, “OK girls, thanks but. We’re leaving. Wendy, you’re Owen’s girlfriend now if he wants you. Talk to Miles about it. Only mention me to say I found you.”
“OK,” She looked over at Owen. Owen was fiercely embarrassed. He was still stuck behind Shirley’s ass having thrown the brunette over a desk to get at her pussy. The boy whose desk it was was doing his best not to touch her.
“Owen?” He popped up when I said his name, “Wendy’s yours. Lisa’s still looking out for you.”
“If you hurt her,” Owen tried to warn and then realized and changed tack, “Please don’t hurt her.”
“I don’t want to,” Was the best I could muster. Lisa tucked my cock back into my pants and pulled my pants up. I still had that erection as Naddi scurried back to her seat.
“Goodbye Mr Beaton,” I said taking Lisa’s hand, “Have a good class.”
Those words kicked him right in his inner brain. That kind of power was the scary kind of power. Lisa liked it. So I liked it. I slipped my arm around her waist. She had her backpack on. I might’ve left mine in art class. I was laughing as I waved good-bye to Kimberley from the door.
“See you at the end of the day,” She snarled. I worried. Mandy said that twice. I wish I knew where I could find her.
Talia, Rebecca and Erin, a plain looking girl in a my little pony t-shirt, were coming out of the girl’s room. Talia was looking herself. Her headscarf was tightly wound and not a single hair could be seen. Her eyes looked swollen, red, but less so. I waved, all three of them shuddered to a stop.
“Hi girls, things are back to normal for English class.” I promised, “How was Mr Beaton, Talia?”
“I felt like a whore,” She growled, “But he touched me well.”
Those words gut punched her. Lisa smiled. I fingered my cock. I looked at these girls, but I knew I had Anna and Holly waiting outside of Mrs McMillan’s class for me.
“Do any of you want to come with me?” I asked. I hated being told what to do. I wondered.
“No.” Talia immediately said. Erin blushed and nodded as slightly as one could.
“I don’t want to get in trouble with Mr Beaton,” Worried Rebecca. Dibs.
“Alright, Talia, go have the kind of day you want to have,” Erin was a bit too plain after all, “Erin, feel free to come find me after class. I usually spend lunch out on the front grounds. If you come with us Becca, you won’t get in trouble.”
“Can you call me Becky?” She blushed. That was becoming a weakness for me. Disbelief, uncertainty, in what I could do, who I could become, turned me on. I looked to Lisa. She was licking her lip. She tiptoed to me and whispered in my ear.
“Is assistant higher up than contest winner and whatever Becky’s going to be?” She hoped.
“Yes it is,” I kissed her neck back, “So, Becky, are you coming?”
Talia had already torn out of there to get back to class. Erin was floating, unhappy she wasn’t staying. I smiled at her and she walked off with her head down.
“Um, OK,” She nodded.
“Erin, tell Mr Beaton that I’ve taken Becky and that it’s OK,” I waved to Erin who nodded with her shoulders as she ducked into the classroom. I started walking. Lisa was at my side and Becky was an awkward few steps behind. I slipped my arm down and palmed Lisa’s ass. She leaned her head on my shoulder was we arrived in the A-Building.
“Where’s Holly?” I asked to find Anna sitting on a hallway bench with her hands folded on her knees.
“She, uh,” Anna shook her head, “She’s in there.”
I followed her finger to the boys lavatory. I made Becky sit next to Anna. Miles’s little sister needed someone to hang on to. I approached the washroom. Holly’s muted squeals were echoing outward. Almost. I shushed Lisa and worriedly stepped inside.
“Fuck, you are the tightest pussy I’ve ever found,” There was one other girl waiting outside of a stall. She nodded when I put my finger to my lips. The guy, big, wide across his bare ass, and bent way forward into the stall was On the floor was a leather jacket and bleach marked t-shirt. I saw the green ribbon pinned to the shirt. Fucking Stewart was back.
“Ow! Bastard!” Screeched Holly as I squatted down and unpinned the green ribbon. I took Lisa’s hand. This was the scariest thing I ever done. I untied her ribbon from her wrist. I pinned the red one to Stewart’s t-shirt. I tied the green one around Lisa’s wrist. She was tearing up. Smiling. She hugged my shoulders tightly. I gestured her out to the hallway.
“Speak quietly,” I whispered to her. She nodded. I frowned, “Stand on one leg.”
She did lift her left foot but she stomped it down with a huge grin on her lips. She rushed over to Anna and Becky.
“Guys,” She waved her wrist to be certain the girls saw, “Make out.”
Anna was the aggressor. It was fierce. It was incredible. Lisa was laughing maniacally. I held her, tried to quiet her. She shook her head but held her lips closed as her cheeks billowed like a squirrel smuggling nuts. She shook and guffawed as Anna slammed Becky against the back wall and tried moving her hand up under Becky’s t-shirt.
“So, this works? You’re a green now?”
“Yeah,” She laughed, “But, I still think of you as my master. Ms Lopez is...”
“You’re still my assistant,” Her inflection had changed around master. I was worried.
“I can’t talk about her...” Lisa giggled.
“Kiss me,” I demanded and she hopped forward to lay a peck on my cheek. The way she was smiling. I didn’t know. I was scared. I was angry. Scared by Lisa. Angry that someone took Holly from me. What the fuck was Stewart doing back?
“I’m going to get Holly,” I decided, “Anna, Becky, be good girls for me.”
They stopped making out immediately. I sighed. I think good girls can be sluts too. Why not? I offered my hand to Lisa. She took it and I felt human. I walked back to the washroom. His shirt was still on the floor. Holly was panting. Collapsed somewhere in the stall while Stewart was leaning back in it’s doorway. His sweaty, gross dick lay in a pool on his hairy thighs.
“Holly was mine,” I said and he opened his eyes.
“Keep her,” He laughed. Lisa kept her hand behind her back, “I was just calming down and Maggie here was pissing me off.”
The senior, standing sentinel by the sinks, waved. She was good looking. Like top tier Josham high. She had long black hair, a fair complexion, blue eyes, big but not huge tits. She wore a ripped, recently not on purpose, black t-shirt and a skirt hardly in compliance with the usually unmentioned school dress codes. A red schoolbag was tucked safely between her calves and the wall.
“Where the fuck did you go?”
“I wasn’t going to just dick around Mr Beaton’s class with you, dork,” He wasn’t wearing the red ribbon yet. He still seemed invincible, “I grabbed some choice pussy and left.”
“Why’d you come back then?”
“Some people out there, they’ve got ribbons too,” He laughed. Holly wandered over his legs. I reached out and opened my arms. She was naked, she rushed towards me and slammed her face into my chest. I had never been hugged so tightly, “Cops mostly. Everyone at the hospital.”
“Why the fuck where you at the hospital?” Lisa spewed fire.
“McNally? Fuck I wanted her.” Stewart laughed, “You keep that one though. I’m going for Mrs McMillan in a sec.”
“Yeah, that’s why we came by,” I nodded, “Why were you at the hospital?”
“Huh? Oh, my brother works there.” He shrugged, “He’s got a red ribbon, but I figured I’d owe him something so I dropped him off a co-ed before I went and sold the others.”
“Sold?” I growled.
“Oh fuck off,” He waved to the senior, “Glory’s sitting on the eighty grand we made.”
“Hi Glory,” Lisa waved. Her arm was blocked by the hook of the door from Stewart. Glory grinned. I patted down Holly’s hair.
“Why do you need money if the cops all have ribbons?” I shook my head.
“Cause it’s fun,” He shrugged and stood up, “Holly’s a good fuck. Good find brother.”
“Go die in a hole,” Lisa snarled. She tugged my arm. It was time to go. He was going to see what I did. I had to watch.
“Ha!” Stewart laughed as he waddled over to the paper towel dispenser and wiped down his dick. I slipped Holly around behind me.
“My clothes are in there,” She told me.
“Just a second,” I smirked as quietly as I could. Stewart turned and didn’t even notice as he tugged on his shirt. He did see it when he bent down for his jacket.
“Stand up straight!” Lisa growled and Stewart rocketed tall, “You’re going to leave. Leave me your car keys, Glory and the money. You’re never going to have another erection again. Get the hell out of here.”
He left his pants on the floor. I smuggled Holly next to the wall as Stewart took off running. I dragged my fingers through her hair.
“I didn’t think he was going to come back,” I said as close to an apology as I could muster. Holly had not loosened her grip on me, even from behind.
“What’s happening with you, Glory?”
“I, uh,” She looked at Lisa and me, “I need to save my friends.” She threw the bookbag to me. Eighty thousand dollars and history textbook was heavy, “I need your help.”
“I’m not going to do that,” I declared. Lisa was pissed. She stomped on my toes. Ow. I staggered to the side and glared at her.
“Those girls were fucking sold! We have to help!”
I lifted my wrist, flashing the green in both of their faces. Holly’s hand was rubbing up my chest and I could feel her shaking against me. I stopped my wrist right in Lisa’s face. “Mandy Matheson is wearing a white ribbon. She’s going to meet me at the end of the day. Kimberley said the same damned thing. Once I know what’s happening. Maybe we can save the girls.”
“I can save them right now,” Lisa growled at me. She was incredibly hot to not fall in line. And yet I knew, I had fucked her up enough already. Green or not, for now at least, she was still mine.
“No turning back.” I said as clearly as I could and her lower lip shuddered.
“Then no more of your wishy washy shit,” She told me. Her finger jabbed into my chest, “Anna’s out there. Holly’s here. And now Becky and Glory.”
“Me?” Worried Glory.
“OK.” I nodded, “Do you need your clothes, sweetheart?”
Lisa grabbed my shirt.
“I’m your sweetheart. Your assistant. These are your sluts.” She demanded. I grabbed her hair.
“I made that decision,” I growled back.
I have never been kissed so hard. Lisa had both of her hands on the back of my head. Holly, slipped out from between us or we would have squeezed her like a vice. I think we were ravaging each other’s mouths for minutes. I think we could’ve gone for hours. Holly touched my elbow again.
She was dressed, her canvas jacket buttoned up despite the warm weather. Her baggy cargo pants seemingly even baggier with her posture. She squeezed in at my side.
“You’re not the worst, Leo,” She told me.
“You’re pretty great, Holly,” I kissed her hair.
“C’mon, let’s grab the other two,” Lisa panted and took my hand. She led this time. It was fun. I followed her out, Holly stuck to me like glue. I was surprised, Miles was there, kneeling before his sister. They had just hugged. I faked a smile.
“Hey, Miles,” I grinned, “I talked to Wendy. She’s in Mr Beaton’s class.”
“Oh?” He looked up at me and tipped his imaginary hat. My fake smile became a little bit real. He shot daggers at me though when he recognized Holly on my hip.
“You’re the green who dragged Holly into that bathroom!” Miles was fury and fire as he stood up tall. I’m not a short guy, Miles had never been imposing all day. But he was a football player. He wasn’t small. He glowered viciously at me.
“No,” I shook my head, “Stewart came back.”
“What?” Miles’s thunder melted, “What the? Where is he?”
“I sent him home,” Lisa laughed. She stepped forward and raised her left hand. Miles lips fell open to see the green ribbon, “He left this unattended on the floor. He’s done.”
“You’re not a green,” Miles worried and looked to me.
“Seems green to me,” I confirmed.
“Oh,” Miles stroked back his dark hair and smiled, “Thank God.”
He climbed down on one knee and took his sister’s hand. I wanted to stop him. Letting Lisa free was OK. I had to do something. Stewart was a monster. But that ribbon needed to be in the hand of Miles. Who else was good enough for it? I said nothing. Holly froze petrified against me. Anna held her breath. Miles unpinned his ribbon and tied it above Anna’s red. He picked her ribbon up and pinned it to his own shirt.
“You, you did that for her?” Lisa was tearing up.
“She’s family.” He said as if it was undeniable.
“Brother,” Anna smiled, “I love you. But I don’t want you to see anything I do for the rest of the day. Go home.”
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