I sit at my desk in a trance, staring off into the distance. My mind races a thousand miles an hour, and yet no matter how much I think, I get nowhere.
Something really strange happened, something without logical explanation. Nothing makes sense, and everything feels… For lack of a better word, off. Not for the first time this morning either, which I don’t know what to make of.
How do I put this?
The sensation is hard to explain. It’s like walking into your room and realising something’s been moved, but not what or where, just on a grander scale.
More and more students file into the classroom as the minutes tick by. The buzz of chatter abounds, and then just as quickly, dies off.
Bridget only barely manages to return in time for roll call. Her morning ‘activities’ have left her hair and clothes messy. I’m not sure if anyone even notices. I do. Whether it’s because of me or her boyfriend, though, I’m not quite sure. Could honestly be either.
Just like that, the school day officially begins and then progresses much the same. Apart from my racing mind and the strange feeling I have, everything else is normal. Too normal.
I don’t follow a word spoken in any of my classes. Oddly enough, none of my teachers calls me on it either. Some of them, I know for a fact, would take delight in picking on an absentminded student too. I don’t linger on that, though. I have more than enough to think about as it is.
Lunch comes around in time, and even then, I sit at the back of the cafeteria, quiet as a mouse. I can’t stop thinking about any of it. Why did it happen? Why didn’t I get my ass beat within an inch of my life? And most importantly, how do I get it to happen again?
Because that’s what I really want to know. How do I get Bridget to suck me off again? Who wouldn’t want that?
She is so good at it. God, even now I can’t get the memory out of my head. Every time I close my eyes, I’m met with that image, of her on her knees, cock in mouth. It’s practically burned into my retina.
“Earth to Joe!” My closest friend in the whole wide world waves his hand in front of my face.
Well, technically, if I’m being honest, he’s also my only friend, but that’s semantics.
“What’s going on in that thick skull of yours?” He raps gently on my head. “You haven’t said a thing since you sat down. I’m starting to think you’ve finally gone brain dead. Although that wouldn’t be anything new.”
“Sorry, I um…” I snap out of it, shaking my head to clear it of any lingering thoughts, but then process what it was he said.
“Wait… what did you say to me?”
I look at him accusatorily, a sharp glare on my brow. That only lasts a moment before I give the game away. I simply can not stop the smile from curling across my lips. I can never stay mad at him for long, even pretending for a bit. New chapters come out on novelping . com first.
Paul’s just got an innocent face, all round and soft. His big, brown eyes remind me of a puppy dog. The thick-rimmed glasses sitting at the end of his nose only added to that youthful look of naivety he has too.
Really, you wouldn’t expect the levels of sheer perversion that lie beneath his facade. I’m not one to cast stones, but even he outshines me.
“With how much porn you watch, I’m honestly surprised you didn’t lose your marbles sooner.” He jokes.
“It takes one to know one.” I shrug back, not denying it.
The two of us really make for quite the pair, don’t we? I don’t even flinch about such talk in public. It’s nothing new for us. And besides, as secluded as we are in the back of the cafeteria, it’s not like anyone important is going to overhear us. Even if they did, what’s going to happen? Our social status around here is already at rock bottom. It can’t get much worse.
“Ah, ha! So you admit.” He cheers as if he just won some great battle, drawing a few eyes our way. That said, they quickly return to their business, not finding anything interesting to gossip about.
I go to respond, but cut myself off. Whatever playful words were on my tongue, they die there. Instead, my smile straightens out, and I get serious for a moment. “Do you feel like something’s off?”
“Off? In what way?”
I look around at the cafeteria and all the students in it. They all make for quite the hectic sight. Not to mention all the sound too. God, I can’t wait to graduate and be done with the pain in the ass that is school. Only a few more months now.
“I’m not sure.”
Paul pops a forkful of food into his mouth and shrugs. “Everything feels normal to me.”
“I… Something…” I start and stop, unsure how to go about sharing what happened this morning.
Not for a second do I contemplate keeping it from him. He and I are best friends. We share everything with each other. Sometimes even too much.
God, the things I know about him that I’d rather not know could fill a book. A very disturbing book. I’m normally against burning books, but such a one, should it ever exist, would definitely warrant it.
“Something happened this morning, but you have to promise me not to tell a soul.”
He leans in. “Oh really now. You have my attention.”
“I’m serious, Paul. If you tell anyone, it could lead to my death.”
He looks at me as if he thinks I’m being melodramatic. He doesn’t need to say a word for me to know what he thinks. Still, I stare at him until he relents. Read this novel at NovelPing for the best experience.
“Fine. I’m serious. Happy, now? Not a word to anyone.”
“I got a blowjob in the janitor’s closet.”
“WHAT!” He shouts in pure surprise.
The sound of his voice cuts through the chaos of the cafeteria. More than a few eyes turn our way, and this time they stay for a little while. Curiously, none linger on me, only Paul.
A moment passes, then another. He shrinks back, patiently waiting for the last of the eyes to turn away from him. The moment they do, he’s right back to it, leaning forward intently and whispering to me.
“You lucky bastard. Who was it? Was it Jasmine? I told you she’s a slut, just like the rumours say. She’s not the hottest chick in school, mind you, but she’s easy. Wait, why do I need to keep this a secret? Who would hurt you for taking a turn with the school’s bicycle?”
“That’s…” I start to tell him off for saying such things. Being a pervert is one thing, but his last comment is just plain mean. Of course, I know why he’d say things. Him and his strange fetishes. Still.
I sigh and shake my head. “No. Not her. It was… Bridget.”
“Pft!” Paul lets out an unimpressed sound and leans back in his chair. “If you’re going to lie, make it believable. And to think you almost had me there for a second.”
“What, no! She really did. I swear it.” I insist, but he’s having none of it.
“Yeah, right, and I had a reverse gang bang with the entire girls’ swimming team in the changing rooms.” He snorts a little too loudly.
A few girls at tables nearby look at him in disgust.
“I… I…” I trail off, realising it’s futile. I’ll have no luck trying to convince him like this.
There is, of course, the recording I have which might work, but I doubt it. The cafeteria’s not the best place to listen to it in the first place. And even if we could, he’d think it was fake. AI or some shit like that.
If I recall correctly, there’s a certain part of the tape that doesn’t hold up very well against such an argument. A very awkward moment of clarification. One in which I sound far too stiff and mention our names more than is natural.
No, if I want him to believe me, I’m going to have to get better proof. And how do I do that… Well, there’s only one way, isn’t there?
I’m going to have to get Bridget to suck me off again.