Nathan
760 Words
I woke up around noon the morning after the dance, feeling like s**t. Jack and I had pregamed before heading out, but I hadn’t had that much to drink, and I never usually get hangovers. My throat was swollen, and a migraine pounded in my head as I lay there, feeling miserable.
Cloudy memories of dancing with Sophie drifted back to me. She looked so effortlessly beautiful in that blue dress, completely different from the other girls. Jessica and Krystal try way too hard; it's kind of gross. While most of the guys in my grade are chasing after them, I can’t help but notice the shy girl who always avoids people and reads. Sophie seemed so cool, and I longed to get to know her better.
I had never really talked to Sophie before last night. She reminded me of this cute girl from my bus stop when we were kids. God, I had such a huge crush on that girl back then. Jack used to tease me relentlessly about it, he still brings it up sometimes. But ever since I started dating Jessica at the end of freshman year, I lost track of that cute bus stop girl.
I was actually Jessica’s first boyfriend, and we were pretty serious. We dated for an entire year, up until last summer. Our breakup was devastating, especially since she was the one I lost my virginity to. She begged me to sleep with her a few months in, but I held off until we had been together for eight months. I know that seems like a long time for a high school boy, but something always felt off with her. Turns out, she was cheating on me the entire relationship, with multiple guys. I found out from some random guy at a party when he saw us kissing and then came up to me and apologized, saying, “She told me she was single, dude. I’m so sorry.” I broke up with her the next day.
I was so pissed when Jack pulled me away from Sophie, she felt so good in my arms. I tried to pull away from him, or at least say goodbye to her, but Jack is strong as hell, and he was on a mission. He dragged me to the hallway near the locker rooms, where Jessica was crying on a bench while Eric yelled mean things at her. Jack thought it was hilarious. While I agreed with everything Eric was saying, I did feel a little bad for Jess. I think she genuinely regrets the way our relationship ended, but she uses male attention to make herself feel better about it all, that’s why she’s always with a new guy. She told me I was the only man she’s ever loved, and shes always trying to win me back, but there’s no way I could ever get past the betrayal. When Leon started bleeding, I pulled Eric off of him and held him back, and Jack stepped in to keep Leon from going for more.
When the chaperones regained control and the rest of the students dispersed, I headed out the back doors to where I parked my Bronco. While I fumbled for my keys in the darkness, I felt small arms reach up and hug me from behind. “That was so sexy when you stepped in and fought for me,” Jess whispered. I turned to her, and she pushed her body against mine, sandwiching me between her and the driver's side door. She rubbed my crotch through the thin pants I wore, and my p***s unwillingly hardened. It was clear she had tried to wipe away her running makeup from her eyes, but she just smeared it everywhere; she looked like a mess. “Mmm, baby, can we please go for a ride in the backseat, like we used to? It’s obvious that you miss me,” Jess cooed, her lips inches from mine. “Jessica, I don’t want to…” I started, but she crashed her lips into mine, shoving her tongue down my throat. It took everything in me to push her off of me; she felt so warm and familiar, and she knew just how I liked to be rubbed. I got in my car and drove home while my phone was blowing up with texts from Jessica, obviously pissed that I turned her down. I turned it off and went straight to bed, exhausted from all the drama.
And now I’m waking up, sick. Thanks again, Jessica.
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