'Til The Day You Fall

II: She Reminds me of my Past

Tongue playing with heavy lower lip, dark hazel eyes staring at the ceiling while thinking of ways to torture the fruit named Cantaloupe. A small Asian girl who thinks she's got what it takes to talk to me like that. Right at this second, if anyone sees me, they will know right away that I am not thinking of anything nice. Some would even probably think that I'm plotting someone's death. 

It's in the middle of my Math class and I should be sitting with my classmates, but why bother? One hand holds the steering wheel while the other hand tweaks a long black hair so that it does not interfere. 

Kate or was it Katy? Is currently giving me the worst blow job I've ever received. She's giving her best to pleasure me, but she failed miserably because all I can think about at this moment is how to torment Cantaloupe.

 Her injected lips sucking on my c*** is not registering on my mind.  I feel a little bad.  A little.  Because it's pretty much obvious that she's trying too hard to please me. She's doing all sorts of techniques that she probably learned from watching p*** with me.  Still, that's her flaw.  She tried too hard, but I'm just not feeling it.

 I yanked her by her hair, watching her big lips that looked like it got stung by a number of bees glistened with her own spit.  Her boring brown eyes are even trying to seduce me.  Now don't get me wrong,  I'm always down for a f***, but this just ain't it.

 "Ride me."  I demanded before pulling out a condom from my bag and tossing it to her.

 She giggled before obeying eagerly, too eager if you ask me.  She tried to use her mouth to sheath my f*cking d***, but I resisted the urge to groan when she failed a few times. When she finally succeeded, I finally got enough of it, frustrated about whatever I felt. Why am I so affected by her?  Why the heck is she on my mind when I couldn't even be bothered to think about her?

She's pretty, that pretty much is obvious. Still, her attitude annoys me. 

 I didn't waste any time before I yank her down on top of me. Gritting my teeth when her heat enveloped me. She squeaked like a f******* rat and I almost throw her out, but focused on f***** her instead.

 Get out of my f******* mind, Cantaloupe.  You don't deserve to be in there.  You don't qualify.  I chanted in my head as I f*** the sl** hard.  I'm pretty sure the car is shaking like mad right now and only a blind man can't tell what's happening inside.  But really, are they not used to it?

 The girl in my embrace tightened her hold on me, her long nails biting into my skin as she used it as leverage to meet my thrusts. The skirt she's wearing bouncing with her every move, her implanted breasts bouncing a little. 

 "Oh, I love it, baby. Please, more. Please!"  she begged like a common w***e and I did not heed her demand.  After all, I'm the one f******* her and not the other way around.

I successfully got rid of her in my mind, but it was replaced by annoyance.  She moans like a freaking pig and it's killing my semi-erected c*** that I pulled it out before removing the condom. She whined in disappointment, but before she could protest, I'm already yanking her face closer and finished myself off using my hand. Feeling no difference between being inside her and my fist. 

 I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw tight before I came all over her face and she happily accepted it. It wouldn't be a surprise if she'll parade down the hallway with my s**** on her face.

I breathed out and shook my head a little, not in the slightest satisfied before wiping my hands and c*** with wipes. 

 "Get out."  I ordered her, not even sparing her a glance.

 "B-But---"

 I turned to her, my eyes turning cold.  "You should probably know by now what hook up means, Katy."

 Tears gathered in her eyes and I scrunched up my face before unlocking the door for her to go out.

 "At least get my name right, you heartless jerk! It's Kate!"  she told me with a glare, but I only dismissed her by my hand.  "F*** you!"

 "Yeah, yeah."  I said nonchalantly, already used to their whining and tantrums.

 But whose fault is it?  I clearly told them that what will happen between us is a one time thing.  How hard is that to understand?  The hard part is, other women, they have fantasies and dreams to make a man straight.  They thought they were the ones who could change a man.  F*** no.  A man will not change for you just because he f***** you.  They will change if you're the right one.  End of.

 They really think a manwhore like me who probably f***s more than I can count will change for them just 'coz I slept with them?  Pft.  Dream on.

 And they say men have the biggest ego.

 "Yo, Coach James."  I called the attention of my Taekwondo Coach who also became my Professor when I took it. My eyes scanning his students in disinterest. 

 "Oh, Kilton. How are you?"  he also greeted me warmly and left his students.  "Are you taking up my subject again?"

 "Nope. I heard your class is full. Is that true?"  I clasped my hands and leaned against the wall.

 He scratched his chin and snorted.  "Hmm, yes. There are more students this year, it seems. Why? Do you want to squeeze someone in?" he asked casually, as if he's not talking to a student. 

 I ignored his question and leaned closer to him.  "I would like to ask for a favor."

 "Sure!"  he said hurriedly and carefully.  "Anything, I'd be more than willing to." he added with an awkward grin. 

 Sure, you do. After all, I am the one who recommended you. An arrogant remark that I did not voice out. 

 "A student named Cantaloupe River will probably ask you to squeeze her in your class,  but I want you to refuse first. If she insists, I want you to give her a condition."

 "What condition?" he asked in a whisper. 

I grinned cheekily at him. "Make her run fifty times."

 "Sprint?"

 "The Oval."  I said with a smirk.

 His eyes widened at what he heard.  "But the Oval is big, Kilton! Only a runner can do that!" he tried to reason out, but I am having none of that. 

 "So, is that a no?"

 "Of course not!"  he answered quickly before sighing.  "I just think it's too much. Why, is she your enemy? Did she do something to you?"

I clicked my tongue before crossing my arms. "Let's just say that I want to break her and well, it has been too long since I've had fun."

 "I see."  he nodded and even though I could see that he's against the idea, he still wouldn’t be able to refuse me. 

 If he loves his job, the word 'no' is the last thing he should say to me.

 "Thanks, Coach." I said, not waiting for his answer before tapping him on the shoulder and left.

 "I HOPE you're not doing anything fishy again, Kilt."  Milton told me that afternoon as we lay in our personal resting area inside the Campus. 

It's nothing special, really. While the other students live in the dorm located in the Campus, us brothers built our own room made out of an abandoned trailer truck. With our Aunt's permission, of course. 

 I leaned my head back and sighed.  "Don't worry, I'm not that involved."

 "Brother, I know what you've done before. The nerdy guy who accidentally threw his drink at you, you let them bully him until he left School. A girl tried to exploit you because you got drunk, you have someone almost raped her! You've been playing with their hearts like they don't get hurt."

 "Almost, Milt! Almost! I only gave her a taste of her own medicine! What, is it okay for her to almost violate me because I'm a guy, but when the table is turned, I'm suddenly the bad guy?"  I snapped at him, sitting up in frustration and glaring at him. "And do not lecture on this, Milt. They are the same. They will approach you, make you fall for them and leave you heartbroken in the end!" 

 "They're not! Brother, they're not all like Sa---"

 "Say that name and I might forget you're my brother, Milton." I gritted out, my chest rises and falls because of the restraint of anger. But I know, even though I feel so angry,  I can’t afford to hurt my brother. I love him more than myself.

 "Brother, not everyone will be like her. It could be an accident this time---"

"Like how she accidentally left me heartbroken and lost? Like how she made me fall head over heels for her only to leave me without saying anything? It's easy to say for you because you're not the one who's been in bed for weeks. You're not the one who's been afraid to trust and love." I cut him off, my voice lowering and faltering. I unclenched my fist and left him, ignoring his calls.

 He should know better.  Better than anyone else!

 I just stopped walking as I made it to the Oval. I sat on the bench and just looked at it with emptiness in my eyes. I smiled bitterly as I went back to my memory of what happened three years ago.  Memories even if I try to forget will not be lost in my mind.  Maybe because the person who did it to me is no longer in my life so no matter how I try to forget, I just can't do it.

Three years ago, a girl with an innocent face did not back down from me, did not get intimidated by me. Her name was Samantha.  She did not cower from my glares, instead, she fought it.  She was a tough one.  A girl with a strong personality, just like my type, and then I fell for her, almost immediately if you ask me.  Or in a romantic way, I fell in love at first sight. Who would have thought that she'd actually leave me without even saying goodbye? With me thinking of what went wrong. With me looking at the traces of her like she's never there to begin with. Why did she leave like that? When we promised to grow old together?

 Damn, I treated like a gem that I thought she was, but in the end, the diamond I thought was just the butt of a glass.  I swallowed and closed my eyes.  Damn it, just remembering that night feels like a nightmare to me.

 The very first girl I loved left me without even saying anything, and years later, I couldn't even find any news about her. She just... vanished. 

 I laughed silently at first until it got louder and louder, whoever hears me will probably think that I'm going crazy.  I shook my head to compose myself.

 And this girl came with a suspicious attempt.  Cantaloupe River, if ever you're just like her, I promise you that I won't fall for your trap.  I will do everything for you to show you to crumble down on your knees in front of me. 

 And speaking of her, I smirked as I saw her running.

 "Let's see how tough you can be. I bet you'll give up after three runs."  I muttered to myself and snorted as I watched her run.

 Man, I wish I had some popcorn.

 My phone started ringing and I sighed before taking it out of my pocket and sure enough, it was Milton who was calling.  "Hello?"

 "Kilt,  I'm really, really sorry."

From the tone of his voice, I could tell that he's been crying and my eyes softened.  "It's okay, Milt. I know you were just shocked and you didn't mean it."

Milton is just always like that. Between the two of us, he's the angel and I'm the f******* devil. He's known to be the kind one while I'm going to ruin whoever hurts him. 

 He sniffed before answering.  "Let me treat you to a quick snack. Your class is over, isn't it?"

 "Sure, lil bro."

 "I'll wait for you at the front gate, Kilt. I love you."

 "I love you too, bro."

 I dropped the call and stood up.  I watched the running fruit first before turning around with my hands in my pocket. 

 I'm pretty sure she'll give up anyway.  No way in hell she'll finish it. I said in my head. 

 Later that night at exactly nine pm, I went to school because I forgot a book I needed for the assignment.  As I was driving out of the School, I hit the brake when I saw a figure jogging in the field.

 Cantaloupe is still running.