Drowning Desires

twenty four

Adrien

Art was the final period of the day. Despite the large amount of school work I had been set today, I couldn't get it done.

My mind kept falling back to Maura, the feeling of her tongue on my cock. I had to finish myself due to Maura's sudden leave. It was embarrassing to say how much it had turned me on, the amount of power she had on me.

I hated that whenever she touched me, the memory invaded my mind for the rest of the week.

I walked into the art classroom and stopped dead in my tracks. Riley and Landon were sitting in my chair at the back of the classroom.

They didn't even take art, what the hell were they doing here? I took a seat on the other side of the classroom, not bothered to deal with those pricks.

Of course, they just stood up and sat down beside me. Was the art teacher even going to notice the two students who didn't belong here?

Landon, on my right side, relaxed in his chair, a wet paintbrush in hand. I was prepared to pullout my drawings, but one look at the white paint on the brush told me all I needed to know.

It didn't tell me enough to prepare for Riley to push my head against the table, leaving my back exposed. Murmurs sounded in the class room at the commotion.

I struggled against his hand, but the position Riley had over me made it difficult to pull from his grip.

My back suddenly turned cold as Landon painted on my shirt. swear words most likely. I finally got my arms free and pushed against Riley, he was sent stumbling backwards, Landon snorted.

God, great friends they are to each other.

Before Landon had time to react, I snatched the brush from his hand and wiped it over his face. I smirked at my splotch of an artwork.

"Rayne, Soares, Andrews, the office. Now." I heard my art teacher screech.

I pulled off my shirt, not caring for exposing my torso and many more tattoos.

"Adrien." My teacher said sternly in warning. I barely shot her a look as I pulled on my bag and walked from the art rooms, Landon and Riley not even following.

I stole a look at my shirt and read "cock". It was all Landon had time to paint. I rolled my eyes in embarrassment for the two grown guys that felt writing explicit words on my back would make me cry.

Instead of walking to the office, I walked towards the opposite side of the school where I knew Maura had drama.

I didn't know what Maura enjoyed about the subject, I would never, for the life of me, stand on a stage and pretend to scream or laugh in front of my peers.

I found the auditorium and peered into the large room. Maura was sitting on the seats closest to the me as Tiffany screamed on stage.

I watched Maura closely, sitting beside her friend Annabelle as they stifled a laugh.

Quietly, I walked towards her and stood behind her seat. She looked up, seeing the shadows moving around her.