Perfectly Broken [COMPLETE]

(2) New Friends

[For Mature Audiences]

"Are you sure?" I asked, looking concerned when he sat down on the floor. I bent down to his level, staring at him tapping his finger on his palm like it was the most amusing thing to do at the moment. This was the day I had been waiting for, for the chance to prove to Alec that I was the one, not that bimbo's head, Brooke. But I didn't want him to be heartbroken for what she did and move in on him when he most likely needed a friend, not a lover. Inside, I knew that he needed reassuring even though it'd be pushing him closer to her than to me.

"I'm sure this it's all in your head, Alec. Brooke...loves you," I told him, the words of love from Brooke for him burning my throat. But if he was feeling brokenhearted, it was my duty as a best friend to give him some peace of mind. Well, until I handed in the truth which I intended to do with much interest. However, if she really was cheating on him, as his best friend and her rival for his love, I'd have to kick the s**t out of her.

"I know but with her, being paranoid about that stuff comes with the package." He sighed in the palms of his hands and I bit my bottom lip, knowing he was right. Although she would rant around the school saying she had been changed by Alec's love, she's had a history of moving on to the next while in a relationship. They had been dating for five and a half months now and we're going to be celebrating their half a year anniversary in two weeks with a nice getaway at his dad's cabin a few hours from here during spring break. The thought of what they would be doing haunting my dreams at night since he first told me about the plan a month ago.

"Yeah, but Brooke seems to have changed a lot. She doesn't harass freshmen as much as she used to since she started dating you. She doesn't flirt with the male teachers anymore and she actually began volunteering at real charitable places." For a long period of time, Brooke considered buying things at the thrift store as being charitable stating that the money went to poor people who'd have to be poor to buy anything so hideous. She was shallow, I had to admit, but for some reason, Alec liked her—and not just for her supermodel body either.

"True but still, I'd feel better if you went a little Sherlock Holmes on her for a while. If I straight up ask her, she'll think I was an overprotective boyfriend who doesn't trust her."

Yeah, sending your best friend who's in love with you to spy on your girlfriend because you believe she's a cheating, lying w***e isn't being overprotective, it's love, I thought sarcastically. I smiled at him, ruffling his hair which made a tiny grin appear on his face. "I'll do better; I'll be Watson on her ass."

~*~*~*~

Wednesday morning, we pulled into the school parking lot and since today was Alec's turn to drive, it included picking up Brooke who talked on and on about the manicure she got yesterday with her girlfriends. I jumped out of his car hastily, the thought of having to spend another minute on how she choose blush pink over tickled pink made me want to puke pink.

Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I noticed Ryan pulling up on his motorcycle, and hastened my pace towards the front door. We didn't really mingle that much at school, not wanting our little arrangement to be known. Sometimes when we were in a very vulnerable spot, we'd hook up in the P.E storage room but besides a few sly comments and ridicules, we hardly made contact.

Hurrying inside, I made my way through the entrance, down the hall, and upstairs just to knock into a guy going up the second flight of stairs. My balance wasn't that impeccable and when I had the stomach feeling that I was about to fall, I'd tell myself it'd only hurt for a moment instead of trying to catch myself. But this time was different. A strong set of hands caught my waist in time and pulled me to a sturdy step, steadying my balance before pulling away.

"You okay there?" he asked, his voice ragged and deep. I looked up to see a tall man with smooth back blond hair, deep sea green eyes with a dashing five o'clock shadow in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants. I had to catch my racing heart from the possible tumble and fall episode and after a long second I smiled and nodded.

"Yes, thank you." Turning, I stepped down a few stairs carefully not to trip again and grabbed my bag which had slipped out of my hand during the collision. When I swerved back around, the guy was still standing there with a hand in his pocket and a textbook in his hand with a smirk on his face. At first, I thought he might have been having himself a little peep show when I bent down to grab my bag but, following his gaze, I realized he was looking at my hair.

"Chewing gum this morning?" he asked, pointing to a clump of gum trapped at the end of my hair.

I twirled my finger around it, horrified and a bit panicky about how it got there. Immediately, Brooke came to mind. She chews spearmint gum every morning and sometimes stuck some in the backseat of Alec's car when she sat there. That b***h! It was probably left over and I became disgusted, trying to pick it out but instead causing it to stretch further in my hair.

"Hold on," he said, stepping down the stair coolly. He took out a small sample size hand sanitizer and squirted a bit at the end. "You don't mind?" He already put it in, but I didn't mind that much. The person I constantly looked pretty for took little notice so eventually I really didn't care what my hair looked like as long as it wasn't bedhead.

I shook my head and he continued, racking his fingers through my hair and I could feel the warmth of his hand skimming over my shoulder gently. Restraining the goosebumps wishing to arise, I forced my attention on the pattern of his blue dress shirt. A hundred percent cotton and if I looked close enough, it molded with the curvatures of his body, revealing that he worked out. "Got it!"

I stepped back to scrutinize my hair to see it was completely gum-free and looked at the man. "Thank you—" Suddenly, the bell rang and I knew I only had two minutes to get to class. "I need to get going."

"Me too." He sighed, looking a little disheartened as he marched up the stairs. "I wanted to get a donut from the teachers' lounge."

I paused in my tracks. "You're a teacher?" He laughed handsomely, continuing to walk up the steps and I followed, catching up to him. Now the dressy clothing was making sense but I was a senior, I knew almost all the teacher here so why didn't I know him? "I've never seen you here before."

His eyebrow rose in perplexity. "I've been working as the guidance counselor for a month now." That made sense, I hadn't gone to see the guidance counselor since the end of my junior year and it was a 'she' back then. "And starting today, I'm the new world history teacher for Mrs. Fletch." Mrs. Fletched moved to Texas with her husband when he was transferred two weeks ago. We had been getting different substitutes every day since then and were told our new permanent teacher would arrive today.

All I could say was, "cool," before entering the doorway with him right behind me. I took my seat beside Alec which was three desks from Ryan who scowled when the teacher came in.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Mason?" Ryan asked with bitterness weaved through his words.

"For your information, Mr. Brighton, I'm the new world history teacher," Mr. Mason answered sarcastically, writing his name on the board. He gave the class a handsome smile, making a few girls (and some guys) swoons in their seats. All I could think about though was why Ryan seemed so hostile against Mr. Mason who seemed to only possess kindness and charm. But Ryan typically held an attitude against everyone, even me.

"What are you looking at, geek?" he asked me when my gaze lingered on him longer than necessary. I turned away, rolling my eyes, hating when he was in this mood.

"Don't mind him, Emma," Alec assured me sweetly. "He's just a jerk, now you know why I don't let you around him." If only you knew, I thought. Ever since Ryan started picking on me in elementary school, Alec would go out of his way to defend me but once I learned to stick up for myself, Alec seemed to cool down. But he still didn't like him. I wonder what he would think if he ever found out we were s*x friends. I didn't want to think about that.

Throughout the class, Mr. Mason got us caught up on where Mrs. Fletch left off, saying that our substitute vacation was over. He was a good teacher, making a joke that got us laughing and never ignoring a student's question which Mrs. Fletch would typically do saying to save them at the end of class. Evidentially, he acted as though he was one of the students, goofing around but still teaching us which was great. At the end of class, a few girls stayed behind to talk to him, enticed by his charming good looks. I packed my things for my next class and Alec said his goodbyes, having to race to his next class that was on the opposite side of the school.

Once in the hall, Ryan caught up to me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me to the side by the janitors' closet. "Has your attitude problem been solved?" I asked mockingly. He scoffed which answered my question with a no.

He pushed back his dark locks with one hand, sighing with depression dripping from his lips. "Can we skip Second Period and take a session? I really need it." His hazel eyes pleaded for a session and I wanted to ask why he was suddenly in the mood, knowing it was probably a heartbreak from Chelsea.

I nodded, looked down at the scuff marks on the floor while other students mingled in the hall to their next class. We headed the opposite way of class, towards the P.E storage room which was outside, only a few yards from the gym. Coach Hagan always left a spare key on the borderline of the door. Ryan grabbed it effortlessly with his height, unlocking the door just when the bell rang and, once inside, he closed the door.

"What's wrong, if I may ask?" I asked when he lightly pushed me against the tower of mats. His hand was coursing along my thigh, sending chills to spiral up my body. His breath was against my ear, heating my blood and I had to hold back a moan from the feeling he was giving me.

He placed his forehead on my shoulder. "I don't know why but when you left yesterday, I decided to check on Chelsea on f******k and I wasn't prepared to see her status was 'couple'. Then before I knew it, I was looking at the photos of him and her and it just...it brought back the pain." I only knew little about their relationship and their break up, but I heard that it was messy (the break-up, not the relationship, I think). Like a child, I raked my fingers soothingly through his hair, feeling his fingers slip up my thigh and to my waist.

Lifting his head up, I leaned closer to his neck and kissed his soft spot I knew always pleasured him. Hopefully, it'd get him to thinking about better things of Chelsea. I heard him groan and knew that I was doing a good job. Continuing, I felt his hand drift to the small of my back and unzip my dress which fluttered to the ground. He scooped me up in his arms, placing me on a smaller tower of padded mats, cupping my breast and eating them, making me gasp at the suddenness. The way he bit down on them made me know this was going to be a rough session, his anger about the new guy still itching at him on the inside.

He unbuckled his pants, pulling them down to ram himself inside me and I couldn't hold back my cries of pleasure, pushing my glasses back before they fell from the vibrations. Our bodies were growing hot and sweaty and I inched my body closer, needing to feel him deeper inside me. My mind drifted to Alec, raking my fingers through his hair as I rotated my body with his manhood still intact within me. With my nails driving into his back, he rammed himself harder in me, holding only my waist while he nibbled on my breast. I became extra wet, the thought of Alec pushing himself harder, deeper, punishing me for being with Ryan as he picked me up, pushing me down on his c**k so hard I orgasm but that didn't stop him.

"Ohhh!" I screamed and Ryan began nibbling on my ear, molding his body into mine. The storage room soon filled with humidity that only aroused us more. Ryan got on his knees with me, laying me on my back while he continued to grind inside me, kissing my neck, his breath tingling on my skin. Eventually, he pulled out, coming on the floor but I knew from the grimacing expression on his face he wasn't done with the session. He still needed to blow off some steams so I decided to be nice and place my lips around his c**k, sucking hard on him which made him gasp in surprise. I smiled for I'd never caught him on the sly when he was this mad.

I licked the tip, caressing it soothingly with my hand before sucking on it once again. He leaned back, his face towards the ceiling as he said, "More," and I continued, swirling my tongue around and began to hum. He loved the vibrations while I hummed; he compared it to having a vibrating massage. I licked one last time before trailing kisses from his c**k up to his chest and gazed into his eyes for a moment. He looked so defeated and I knew he loved Chelsea, remembering Ryan rarely found love in anything and I highly doubted he even believed in it before dating her. The sorrow in his eyes captivated me more than usual and I had to force myself to look away before he grabbed my hair, pulling me back.

"I'm going to need you later," he breathed deeply. I nodded, not having the strength to deny his demand. He leaned over, kissing my neck before pushing me back, thrusting himself inside me again which I absorbed the feel of him, and sighing in pleasure. He moved faster, his head buried in the crevasses of my neck and shoulder. "Oh, God, I need you so much, Emma."

I flinched, looking at him in confusion. "Emma?" I had never heard my name from his tongue while having s*x before. This must have been the feeling girls got when they were called the wrong name during times like this because I suddenly became angry that he'd used my name. He turned away, embarrassed by his mistake as he paused himself within me. Him using my name during s*x meant he recognized us having s*x instead of imagining it was our lovers which couldn't happen. Feelings weren't supposed to be locked in our agreement of only s*x. In our minds, we were having s*x with our partners, not each other.

When he didn't deny his mistake, I sighed in frustration and the storage door suddenly opened, the gleaming sunlight beaming in which took us by surprise. We froze looking over at the door and Ryan was the first one to react, scowling as he looked down in discouragement. When I noticed the blue dress shirt and black slacks, I knew exactly who it was and began to regret caving into Ryan's plead.

It was none other than Mr. Mason.