Lust For Value

{9.}The Benefits of d**k

Sunshine, Rainbows, and persistent orgasms.

That's all Addison's been feeling for the last few days.

Persistent good luck, persistent d**k, and persistent failure. But he couldn't let failure get in the way of everything else that's going well in his life. The best part is, it's not just his life that's going well. User789o0 (still hasn't asked his name yet) has been feeling the same way.

Addison doesn't know for sure about the d**k part but the way he's been flirting he hopes he's into that. That's right, Addison is happy that a stranger is flirting with him.

He's got to take what he can get.

Oliver has been in a really good mood lately also. But Addison only appreciated that when his d**k was in his ass so...

Oliver's been walking around the halls like he owned the place. Like some corny Disney coming-of-age movie. Strutting around, winking at all the girls, Addison swears he moved in slow motion yesterday. It was disgusting.

But back to the most important part...Dick. Addison never thought an organ with a ballsack could cause so much happiness.

Just like he didn't think a stranger on his phone, that he hadn't even laid eyes on, calling him beautiful would raise his confidence levels (imagine a really high bar) up there.

Even the fact that he's been watching the shittiest cheer team he's ever seen couldn't ruin his mood.

"It's okay Ariana." He ran to the girl who fell out of the "pyramid" for the 8th time that morning. "Are you okay? Do you wanna sit out for a while?"

The girls looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?"

"What's gotten into you?" Paige questioned.

"Nothing. I'm just trying to be civil towards you guys. I've been a b***h lately-"

At this point, it didn't even hurt. The stinging of the football smacking him dead in the head just felt like a light pat.

"Damn," Paige muttered. "There goes his good mood."

Addison picked up the football and smiled, "See I'm fine I'm totally fine-"

"Addison I need the football back-" Oliver walked up from behind him.

"-Don't interrupt me while I'm talking." He turned back to the girls. "I am doing just fine." An arm wrapped around his waist just as the football was snatched out of his hand. "What the hell? Don't touch me."

Oliver gave him a smirk before running away.

"Now I'm pissed. Ariana get your s**t together." He went back to his spot and grabbed his clipboard.

Maybe he'll be in a better mood 1st period.

...

User789o0: Hey. How are you this morning?:)

Addison grinned at the message. God, this was pathetic. But pathetic was practically his last name.

I'm doing good. How are you?

User789o0: I'm great your good mood just made my day

This is how you know you're lonely. When a stranger makes you blush in the middle of your math class.

I'm really happy yours is good too. I'm in class but I'll text you later ok?

User789o0: Same I'll ttyl<33

He proceeded to put his phone in his pocket before it buzzed again.

Oliver: Who's got you blushing?

Not you<3

Oliver: If I tried I could

Not a chance

Oliver: That's not what you said last night <33

He rolled his eyes at Oliver from across the room and turned his attention back to Ms. Cass.

He felt the boy's eyes on him for most of the class, he occasionally would stare back just to weird him out. But it didn't work. It just made him grin and stare harder.

God, he was so immature, annoying, and hot, it was disgusting.

...

"You know Addison, you have nice hands," Eve said suddenly. Addison sat with his phone next to his plate of lunch "food" waiting for User's message.

"Thanks?"

"Yeah. But your fingers look kind of like raw chicken you know?"

He looked at his hands and grimaced, "The fact that you just said that so unbothered worries me." He muttered. Oh my god, she's kind of right.

"I mean he does touch a lot of meat. Am I right?" Eli went to give Eve a high-five. She looked at him with a frown and shook her head.

"Why?" Addison shook his head in disappointment. "I told you about the gay jokes, there not funny."

"You know I love gays. I just--I'm gonna stop talking."

User789o0: Hi I'm at lunch right now. Are you still in a class?

He eagerly threw down his fork and picked up his phone.

No I'm at lunch too. How were your classes?

User789o0: Well I have math for first so it's easy. But then I have English and art for 2nd and 3rd and I hate it.

Addison narrowed his eyes in thought, Those are my classes.

We have the same classes. That's kind of scary

User789o0: Really? Are you stalking me or something lol But seriously that's weird.

Yeah it is.

The conversation with him put Addison in a good mood for history which he desperately needed because he sat right next to Oliver in that class.

The moment he sat down Oliver spoke, "You've been in a really good mood lately."

"I could say the same for you," he responded dryly

"What can I say? Your smile makes me smile."

This caught his attention, "Shut up."

"What?" Oliver grinned, "It was a compliment."

"A compliment I didn't ask for."

"And here I thought we were good," Oliver muttered.

"A few civil conversations in my room don't make us best friends Oliver. Now please, stop talking before we both get in trouble."

"Trust me, best friends wouldn't do the things-"

"-Oliver, see me in detention. Maybe it'll teach you some respect for others. No talking while I'm talking understand?"

"Bitch." Addison muttered turning back in his seat.

"What did you just call me Mr. Westbrook?"

"What? I didn't-"

"He called you a b***h. Mr. Daines." Oliver responded with a smirk.

His teacher rose his eyebrows and picked up his detention slips, "Detention for you too, Addison."

Dick