School Mates

Chapter Eight

"So you slept with her?" my friend Evan asked excitedly.

"No, we just studied" I replied.

"Oh shit" he mumbled.

"What?" I asked nervously.

"I kinda told the guys that you got laid" he said closing his eyes.

"I'm gonna kill you!" I yelled holding his shoulders.

"Slut!" I heard yells from the hall.

Clara came running down the hall with tears streaming down her face. She saw me and anger filled her eyes.

"How could you?!" she yelled pushing me to a locker.

"It wasn't me! It was my friend!" I replied covering my face.

"I thought you were my friend?" she asked as people crowded around her.

They yelled names at her and Peter came up to me. He slapped my back and his "boys" lifted me in the air chanting my name.

"Nice job on getting laid Shane" he said as I floated in the air.

"My name is Shawn!" I yelled back chuckling.

"Whatever!" he chuckled rudely.

I shrugged and sighed. This didn't feel right but it felt so good.

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After a couple of months I was the most popular kids in this school. Everybody wanted me. I took off my shades as I walked into the school. I rolled up my sleeves seeing my old friends playing Pokemon. I felt bad for them. I wish I could rub my popularity off on them but I couldn't.

"You coming to my party man?" Peter yelled slapping my back.

I shrugged.

"Sure" I replied smoothly.

He chuckled and I smiled. I went home to get ready for tonight's party. A couple hours passed by and I drove to Peter's house around 8:30. I smiled as everyone cheered my name as I walked in. I high fived a couple of people and shook some hands. I walked into the kitchen and saw her. Clara.

"Clara?" I asked chuckling.

She excused herself and walked over to me.

"Shawn Mendes, the biggest douchebag to ever live" she spoke holding her drink in her hand.

"Clara Roger, still the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen" I replied kindly.

She smirked and looked at the floor. Her smirk turned into a frown.

"I think you still owe me a blow job?" I said leaning in.

"How bout I rip your tiny things you call balls and we'll call it even" she replied coldly.

"A hand job might be nice" I replied.

She scoffed shaking her head.

"I'm kidding, look how bout I pour you a drink instead?" I asked.

"If you must" she said gesturing me over to the nearby table.

I poured her some nose wrenching alcohol and smiled handing her the drink. She took a sip and sighed. Yes she had to many drinks, but it was fun. A couple of dances, a couple of more drinks, a couple of laughs, a couple of more drinks. everything was fine between us. She pulled me upstairs and stripped her down to my underwear.

"I'll be right back" she teased walking into the bathroom.

She brought out some tight underwear sliding them onto me. I chuckled at how drunk she was.

"Close your eyes" she commanded.

I did as she asked and felt a knot form at the top of my hands to the head board. I heard people laughing and snapping pictures.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled trying to rip my hands still bound together.

"Payback sounds like a good caption on Instagram, don't you agree?" Clara asked her cute friend.

I glared at her still trying to rip my hands. Oh it's on.