Chapter 3

“I'm almost done, damn it! What the hell - I just want to take a piss!”

I threw the door open, ready to punch whoever was pushing in here while I was pissing.

It's Wallace, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, glaring at me. I got lost for just a second, but then I came to my senses.

“What the hell, Wallace?!”

“In case you haven't noticed, there's a queue, and you're stuck there!” She said haughtily.

The bitch hates me as much as I hate her. And on top of that, there was a line of the assembled onlookers.

“What, someone wants to speak? Can you, Santos?”

Our midfielder raised his hands.

“No, dude, it's okay.”

I looked at the girl, and mockingly said:

“See, Wallace, everything is fine.”

She rolled her eyes, then she walked around me, and closed the bathroom door. I'm tempted to start beating the door, but instead I ran down the stairs, and joined the guys in the playroom.

Wallace makes me angry and tense.

How long is Ray thinking about fucking her? Or is there still a chance that he will soon give her a resignation?

I took a long sip from the bottle as I watched Rinsky and Patrick play pool, but really not at all attentively.

Ray confessed to me that Wallace was a virgin before they did it for the first time in May. He was so impressed that he even fell in love with her.

The girl gave it to him, and the fool is already whipped.

This Wallace is not stupid - she knew who to be with. Ray is the star of the Jaguars with college recruits queuing up behind him.

She's still a slut, and she's smart too.

I started to get tipsy, the tension released a little.

I couldn't care less about Wallace. Yes, and about Ray as well, if he does not come to his senses. I won't be here in the fall. I'll get a sports scholarship, and move as far as possible.

Fuck this city.

“There you are!”

Trish landed next to me, and I hung one arm over her. These are the girls you can deal with. She knows that there will be nothing but sex. But this sex can be very good.

I took Trish's hair in my fist, and dug into her lips, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth. She groaned, pressing herself closer to me.

Actually, I'd love to put my dick in her throat, but girls like kisses for starters.

“Hey, you can use the guest room!” Ray screamed at us.

I pulled away from Trish, and turned my head in his direction. Trish bit my neck without any sense of embarrassment.

My friend was sitting in one of the leather chairs with his girl on his lap. She was looking at us with disgust in her blue eyes.

Was this too much for a little vanilla princess?

I smirked.

“Well, you are the one who suggested that.”

After that, I quickly got up, threw Trish over my shoulder, and as my classmates cheered, I ran up to the second floor with her.

It wasn’t not the first time I was going to fuck someone in Ray's house.

“Damn, you're so hot!” Trish licked her plump lips. “I heard that you are quite a stallion, but…”

I cut off her delight with a kiss. I love that girls think I'm like that, but I'm not here to talk.

Trish rubbed my boner through my jeans. I wanted her to release it and take it in her hand.

“Come on, baby, show him some love.” I ordered in a low voice, which always works like magic, and guarantees me a blowjob. In less than a minute, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, as Trish sucked my cock like it was the tastiest lollipop in the world.

I tightened my fingers in her hair, thrusting harder into her hot mouth. I closed my eyes, I felt a pleasant tingling in my lower back, and when I finished in her throat, I could only think of the contemptuous look of bright blue eyes for some fucking reason.

MEL (2009)

Trish Howard was bragging in the locker room that Shane Keller personally invited her to the after-game party.

I rolled my eyes as I turned back to my locker - I could vomit any second.

“I'm going to fuck this guy tonight,” She said confidently. “He will lose his head when he sees me wearing this.”

She raised her arms and demonstrated lacy crimson lingerie to all the girls in the locker room.

Some of the girls whistled in approval, which only spurred Trish on.

Why do girls act like guys during a hormonal surge?

“She talks like she hit the lottery jackpot,” I mumbled to Nancy quietly.

My friend chuckled.

“Let her be happy – this is probably her only opportunity to pull Keller's pants off.”

“It's not that hard,” I disagreed. “His pants fly off by themselves, as soon as the girl twists her butt in front of him.”

“This trick doesn't work twice, though. In addition, he almost does not crap where he eats. Everyone knows that Shane prefers to woo the cheerleaders from the competitor’s teams.”

Nancy pulled on her sweater as I was pondering her words.

Either way, he's disgusting. I can't even believe that I was in love with him once. In my defense, I will say that I was ten years old then.

“Still, I don’t know what to be proud of,” I wrinkled my nose. “Is it really that worth it if he can’t even memorize the name of the girls he is messing around with?”

“Because he's Shane Keller. For girls like Trish, that's the achievement of a lifetime. There will be something to tell the grandchildren.”

We both busted out laughing.

“Well, if only this,” I drawled doubtfully.

“Imagine if he becomes a division one star? She will earn money on this if she gives an interview to a couple of magazines. And in general: you got Ryan Polonsky himself. Most girls are ready to push you under the train for this.”

I gave Nancy a little push, and she smiled. Maybe her words are not so far from the truth, but I knew that she herself does not think so. After Ryan and I became a couple at the end of last school year, I actually began to catch on myself the envious, malevolent glances of the girls who until recently smiled at me quite sincerely.

That's what it means to get the status of a girlfriend of one of the most desirable guys in school.

But that's not why I was with Ryan. He's cool, funny and kind. I feel good with him.

If it wasn't for his best friend...

I cringed at the thought of Keller. He can't stand me, though, what wrong have I done to him?

Ray says it's jealousy, and Shane will soon get used to me, but we've been together for six months, and his friend seems to have only become worse towards me.

“Erin is so pissed about Trish and Shane hooking up tonight” Skye informed us from the backseat, flicking her lighter.

Me, Nancy and Sky were heading to a party at Ryan's house. Today I am a sober driver, although I have nothing against it, because every time I get drunk, I feel terrible.

“Did Erin hope that Keller would remember her after a year and want to repeat everything?”

Nancy looked over her shoulder at Skyler.

Skye snorted:

“Probably.”

“Skye, don't smoke in the car.” I looked at her in the rearview mirror. “If parents find out, they will go nuts!”

I didn't know what pissed me off more, Skyler smoking in my car or this entire conversation about Keller and his girls.

Probably everything.

“Okay, I'll open the window!” Skye gave in.

“Just throw out the damn cigarette!” I yelled.

Nancy looked surprised.

“What’s wrong?”

“It stinks, and the upholstery can deteriorate from the ashes,” I justified.

I acted like a bitch. Why did it happen?

“Looks like you’re jealous,” Nancy said, then she took off her shoes and put her feet up on the dashboard.

I hardly let go of the steering wheel: what is she talking about?!

“What do you mean?” I looked at my best friend with indignation.

“You got pissed off after all this talk about Shane and Trish,” She replied without blinking.

Skyler leaned forward.

“Is Mel jealous of Shane?” She giggled. “Come on!”

I could feel my cheeks getting hot from the blood rush.

“Are you two messing with me? Why would I be jealous of Keller? I don't even like him! Yes, let him fuck with whoever he wants!”

Nancy didn’t take her eyes off me for a long time, which made me nervous, and then she started laughing.

I relaxed a little.

“Cool down! I was just messing with you.”

I gave her the middle finger, which amused her even more. We all started laughing shortly after, and the tension left my body.

God, I'm jealous of Keller!

She has quite the imagination!