Playing in the Forest

Thus far, the plan was working out fairly well. Teddy was entertaining him, and hadn’t called his odd actions stupid yet. He knew he only had so long before she did – she always had a zero bullshit tolerance, one he admired. That was especially evident in the way she told him she was going to kill him if her shoes got scratched. He told her not to worry about it, as he continued to lead her through the brush and trees. To his credit he did tread lightly and ensure she didn’t come into contact with too many stray branches.

He knew that she assumed his plan involved sex somehow. It was evident in the way she spoke and her tone of voice, as well as the way she walked with her ass and breasts accented. Being around her numerous times for sex, he knew how to predict that was her end goal. So, he decided to play along for now, because what else did they do together besides sex? Especially out here, deep in the woods? No other excuse would work half as well.

When they finally reached the clearing, Daemon unfastened the blindfold and grinned at Teddy’s expression. He caught the way she bit her bottom lip – she was definitely, definitely thinking sex. He returned her look with a half-smirk and straightened his posture, placing one hand on his hip.

”How about a game’a hide and seek, babe? I’ll hide, and you’ll come find me,” His eyes narrowed just slightly at that. ”And when you do find me,” he leaned closer as he spoke, his lips near her ear. ”...the real fun starts. How ‘bout it?”

”Ah, yes, that’s the plan, babe.” Daemon said, grinning at her purr of a voice as she spoke in his ear. It was a pleasant feeling, and almost made him give up on teasing her in favor of just sleeping with her there. Her proposition didn’t help his mind and when she slid her hands down his shirt and wandered along his torso he brought his lips up into a smirk. Hm. What a woman, to make him question his resolve like that.

However, he held firm and when she pulled away, he returned her grin and nodded. ”Sure does, babe. You put that blindfold on and then I’ll go hidin’. Tell ya what – “ He adjusted his glasses on his nose and tugged his shirt loose. ”To help ya find me, I’ll leave a trail’a my clothes. Kinda like’a trail’a bread crumbs, yeah?”

He stepped closer to her and helped her tie the blindfold, only using it as an excuse to press his crotch against her ass. ”And by the way, babe, it’ll be me givin’ ya the best fuck you’ve ever had. So ya better find me.”

Once her blindfold was tied and he gave her instructions to count to twenty before searching, he slipped away, careful to snap branches and leaves with a rock in the opposite direction he was going in to throw her off. Once a few feet away from her, Daemon decided to climb up a low-hanging tree, and made sure to cut his sleeve in the process. His poor shirt. But, by cutting his shirt, he left a dangle of fabric on the branch. That was the first clue.

After that he hopped down on the other side of the tree and darted through the clearing, making sure to slip his hand into his pocket and grab the vile of fake blood he’d taken from props. He’d added something to it, something that make it thicker than fake blood and gave it more of a stench. The next bit of shirt he let a branch rip off, he stained. He nearly tripped over a rock, nearly twisting his ankle – annoying – before he continued to run through the wood, his twenty seconds nearly up.

He shed his shirt, ripped along the stomach and collar, stained with false blood. In the process he accidently really cut his own skin – a loose cut. He swore to himself, frowning at the injury before he bit his lip. He let out a louder scream, one meant for Teddy’s ears, and to scare her. He then darted a few feet away to a tree and scurried up, finding a good perch to spy on Teddy and hopefully, see a terrified reaction. The wind was eerily still in the darkened woods, and the only light came down from the moon, glinting on the stained shirt caught on a branch. Daemon was still.

Daemon counted the prank as a success thus far. At first it started innocently enough – he heard her walking through the woods, playing his little game. Daemon was like the Cheshire cat, posed on the tree comfortably as he listened. He heard a change in her tone and that must meant she found the ‘blood’. He heard her steps, louder now, as she thrashed through the wood and dirt. He saw her slowly come into view and remained still as a cat.

It was odd to see her like that and for half a second he thought she must be bullshitting him. Teddy never got emotional, she never cried over anybody, yet there she was screaming and crying because she couldn’t find him. It struck some kind of chord in him for the briefest of moments. She was out of his view now and Daemon was quietly beginning to slink his way down the tree when he heard a scream unlike Teddy and his neck almost snapped in the direction he heard it from.

He took off in that direction, something jumping in his chest. He saw a big drop – one that almost all of the students knew off. In the woods, there was a huge dive that was just off the trail that students knew better than to fall down. If they were sane of mind, that was.

Daemon got on his knees and approached the cliff edge, peering down into the brush. ”Teddy?!” He yelled, not seeing her at first. Eventually the wind blew and revealed her body down at the end. His eyes widened and his breath was lost in his throat. Color drained from his skin. ”You’re not that fuckin’ stupid, are ya?!” His accent grew thicker due to his worry.

This was not the reaction he intended. Teddy wasn’t the type of woman to flip out over a guy like him! Not to the point she fucking swan dove down the huge drop, anyway. He rolled his eyes and tried to ignore his heart pounding in his chest. Fuck, if she idiotically fell down this stupid slope it was all his fault. Obscenities poured out of his mouth in a constant stream as he looked around for something to help him down.

Not too far away, there was a little hill. It was mainly grass, but rocks lined it, almost like very dangerous stairs. Daemon approached them, wincing as his ankle throbbed from the twists he had to use to climb down. This dumb bitch better not be dead! He scowled to himself, but as he nearly tripped and gripped a rock to steady himself, his hands were shaking and slippery with sweat. She better not be dead because of him.

He approached her when he finally got down to the ground, and knelt down beside her head. He checked for a pulse – which he could feel under his fingertips – but her chest seemed still. ”Wake the fuck up. Hey,” he said, sliding his hand underneath her head to check for blood or impact. He almost thought she was bleeding but then he noticed it was the fake blood he had left on his hand. He grit his teeth together and swore. ”Wake. The fuck. Up.”

The first thing Daemon felt when he saw Teddy open her eyes was relief that she wasn’t dead. God, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything if she was dead because of him. It was a rare moment he felt something like guilt coarse through his mind. Usually Daemon didn’t let himself feel guilty about anything. But if something did happen to her, it would be him at fault.

When she finally came to he couldn’t hide the relief from his face as she got up. ”Teddy?” He said, wondering if she had memory loss or bleeding or anything. He slid his hand back down to the back of her head and touched it, feeling for any lumps or blood. Instead all he felt was her head, and strands of hair that gently slid through his thin fingers. For all of twenty seconds he was worried, concerned – but then she grinned and bolted up so quickly she scared Daemon, causing him to fly backwards and sit on his ass. His expression went shocked for a few minutes as he proceeded what was going on – and then, quickly, his expression soured into a glower.

”Ah, you’re the cunt!” Daemon yelled, shaking his head. Jesus Christ, he was stupid to believe she’d fall so hard for some trap like that. Thinking she was so frantic to find him safe that she plummeted down a cliff – as if she’d ever do that if he was injured. He returned her glare with just as much fire as she was giving him. He was just pissed his prank went badly, and that he’d been duped so badly. ”I didn’t make you think I was dead! I just fuckin’ made it look like I got a little roughed up. Fuckin’ stagin’ a fall from a damn cliff,” He turned away from her and tried to act as though he wasn’t blushing. He rarely blushed; it made his cheeks look discolored and his ears looked larger when tinted with color. It wasn’t a good look on him – he usually sported confidence. Daemon started for the slope to get back up. ”Why can’t ya ever just do what I want ya to do!” He yelled out of exasperation and frustration, folding his arms across his chest as he ascended the hill.

Daemon continued to storm away from Teddy, his cheeks still pink and his hands clenched into fists. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go, and it pissed him off. He ignored her comments than he wasn’t a saint – so what! Yeah, he knew he wasn’t! But that didn’t mean he wanted his prank to go badly.

When she said she pretended to suck off Ron Daemon rolled his eyes. ”Oh, please. You wanted to do that anyways, babe,” he said, a good sign of him not being terribly angry at her that he called her babe and not her name. He was still pissed, though. He reached the top of the cliff but in a matter of seconds he was jumped on. Daemon jumped a bit, tumbling forwards, as she was suddenly on his back. His hands moved behind her and slid down to her ass, stopping her from seriously falling to her death down below. As pissed as he was at her, he still felt relieved she wasn’t dead.

He felt her hands squish his cheeks and frowned. ”Ya thinkin suckin’ me off is gonna make this better? It ain’t,” he said, his voice slightly distorted. He continued walking forward, glad that Teddy had at least not blocked his front and that she was just clinging to his back. ”I’ll stay mad as long as I damn well please,” even though he had no right to be mad, he still was mad.

Daemon was still being difficult as he held Teddy and tried to climb, the effort of lifting her straining his arms. He had half a mind to quip at her and call her heavy, though he knew it was mainly her muscle-mass that made her weigh as much as she did. It made her thicker in a different way than the girls Daemon usually pursued. She denied wanting to do anything with Ron and he rolled his eyes. ”I didn’t force ya to do anythin’.” He said, and at that moment she actually left his back and strutted ahead of him.

The sudden weight change nearly made Daemon topple over again and he glared at the back of her head as she walked away. Her ass was bouncing and perky, as usual, yet he forced himself to focus on her hair as she walked. Her sudden mood change was unlike her and he didn’t believe she wouldn’t ever sleep with him – come on, there was seriously no one else in this damned school who gave her the same time he did and he damn well knew that – but that didn’t made him feel better. He scoffed and flipped his hair out of his eyes, his boots crunching on the ground as he walked after her.

”I don’t believe you.” He deadpanned. He knew he had no right to be angry; he was the one who had tried to prank her. He was just thankful that she was no longer looking at his face. Daemon adjusted his glasses. ”You like my dick too much to go givin’ it up, babe.”