Just A Old Love Story

New Friend

Brooklyn

After the heated up confession with Ryan, I went to class.
I was late and the biology tutor was not ready to listen to any of my pleads.
He shamed me in front of the class, worst of all, in front of Serena's former gang.
By the time he was done shaming me, I felt tiny.
I slowly walked to my desk, my face down.
Setting my books down on the table, one of Serena's friends made an attempt to talk to me.

"Hey," he started.
He had blue eyes, pale white hair that I was sure had blue highlights on the front and the back, a blue t-shirt, some cargo pants and a black tattoo that overlooked his t-shirt.
The way he dressed didn't look anything like high school.
But that was what the 'Iroquois' gang did, they never gave a fuck about anyone.
And now since they were in senior year, they dressed the way they liked, pierced their skin the way they wanted.

"Yeah," I answered him back.
He bit his bottom lip that had an earring, rolling the metal with his tongue.

"I'm I was wondering why you came in late," he asked.
I was flabbergasted at first, I didn't know that I would get missed, with all the confession that took place in the bathroom.

"I had some stuff to do," I lamely answered.
He seemed skeptical, his blue eyes narrowing at me.
He moved his stool near mine, his massive body overcrowding mine.

"You were with him, weren't you," he said, inhaling my hair.
My brain went numb, unable to think, my eyes flipping open and wide almost immediately.
Was he talking about Ryan or Tania?
But he referred to him, not her or them, so that was a clear meaning he was talking about Ryan.
But how did he know, did I smell a lot of him.

"I don't know what, or who you are referring to," I stammered, fumbling with words.

His pink, gentle lips curved up, making him sinister.
"Trust me, I have been Ryan's friend for more than fifteen years, and I know the look girls get when they are done talking with him," he explained.
Did I show that I had had a talk with the hottest person on earth.

"And my guess is that you argued," he continued.
Still numb, I could not reply or utter a word.

His posture moved, as he faced the teacher.
I slowly met my eyes with him, still astound.
Will admitting to his true accusations make me win.
For a fleeting second, a satanic thought crossed my mind.
What if I made friends with this boy and then, through him I would meet Ryan properly and he would fall in love with me.

"Yes, I was with Ryan," I answered avoiding his burning eyes.

"And let me guess, you like him and you are going to try to be my friend so that I can introduce you to him," he said flatly.
What a good accurate guesser, he guessed what was on my mind.

"No, I don't even what to be your friend," what a white lie escaped my lips.

He chuckled, his burning gaze locking with mine.
"Im Caleb, and work on your lying skills," he said just as soon as the bell rang.

"I'm Brooklyn, but you can call me Brooks, Lyn, any you want, as long as my friend is okay with it," I said as we walked out of the classroom.
Every eye was on us, watching keenly as we walked down the hall.

Turns out Caleb was really interesting, aside from the fact that the reason he was able to know that I was with Ryan was that he has ever smelt his cum.
"When?" I asked arriving to my locker.

"While fucking, how else," he simply answered.
My jaw dropped, astonishment settling down on me.

"How," I croaked.

"You know, him behind me, thrusting into me and pumping my cork," he said.
I tried to picture Caleb with his white body, naked.
Behind him a super hot Ryan, fully naked and pumping into him.
Much as I thought it would disgust me, it didn't, instead it turned me on.
Slowly, Caleb's image was replaced by my own.
Ryan pumping inside me, his gigantic arms on my breasts and the other on my core, constantly wetting it.

"Why," I asked him, setting my books inside my locker, the image still on my mind.

"He was horny and Serena was on her month. He needed hardcore sex and no one know how to give more than me," he said proudly.

"But I thought he was the one behind you," I asked him.

"Yah, because he likes being dom, but most of the time I'm always the one fucking, not the other way around," he stated.

"So you are a constant sex machine, either fucking girls or boys?" I asked him, moving towards my next class.

"Yes, so if you are horny and need hardcore and I mean hard, rough sex, I'm your guy," he said before moving to his next class.
What a weird friend I met.