-Diego's pov-
I woke up groggily to the piercing sound of my alarm. As consciousness slowly seeped in, a wave of panic washed over me. I glanced at the clock and my heart sank - I was already running late for school. I bolted out of bed, my heart pounding as I scrambled to get ready. I quickly threw on my clothes, not bothering to match them or even check if they were clean. I grabbed my backpack, shoving in whatever books and supplies I could find. My mind raced as I thought about how I'd have to speed walk to school and hopefully not get caught by my parents or teachers.
As I was speed walking to school I saw my crush, Hugo, walking in front of me. My heart started racing as I tried to keep up with his pace. Hugo was tall and had a confident stride that made him stand out from the rest of the students. I couldn't help but admire his presence, even though I was a bit nervous about talking to him. As I got closer, I noticed the way his brown hair glistened in the sunlight, his dark ,tan skin coloring the sky, and how his shirt hugged his muscular frame. I couldn't take my eyes off him as we walked towards the school entrance together.
As Hugo and I walked in the school, I could feel the weight of our tardiness pressing down on us. The lights flickered overhead, casting an unsettling glow on the empty hallways. We made our way to the attendance office, our footsteps echoing off the floors.
My heart raced as I realized we were already 27 minutes late to first block. I reached for the door handle, turning it slowly as if the extra few seconds would somehow erase the time we had wasted. Hugo and I exchanged a nervous glance, both knowing the consequences that awaited us.
Inside the attendance office, the secretary sat behind a desk, her eyes fixed on a computer screen. She barely acknowledged our presence as we approached, instead gesturing to a stack of papers on the counter. I grabbed a tardy slip, my hand trembling slightly as I filled it out.
As we left the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease washing over me. The rest of the day stretched before us, and I knew that our lateness would follow us till we got our lesson.
I was walking towards the classroom when I saw Hugo heading in the opposite direction. Curious, I stopped and called out to him, "Hey, aren't you going to class?" Hugo turned around, his expression unreadable.
"Nah, I don't feel like getting yelled at by Mrs. Bustamante today," he replied, his tone flat and serious.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I get that. She can be a bit intense," I said, shaking my head.
Hugo let out a small sigh and nodded. "Exactly. I'd rather just skip it and avoid the hassle."
I understood where he was coming from. Sometimes it's just easier to avoid a stressful situation altogether. We stood there for a moment, both lost in thought, before I decided to continue on to class.
"Alright, I'll see you later then," I said, giving him a wave as I turned to leave.
As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. "I just had a whole conversation with hugo", Diego thought in his head while walking down the hallway. He was still a bit shaken by his tardiness but took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
As I walked into the class, Mrs. Bustamante's eyes immediately locked onto me. Her serious tone cut through the chatter, "Any reason as to why you were late?" She demanded, her gaze unwavering. I knew better than to mess around with her, so I quickly responded, "I woke up late." I took my seat, hoping that would be the end of it, but I could feel her eyes still on me, as if she didn't quite buy my excuse.
-Hugo's pov-
I nervously push open the bathroom door, my heart racing as I pray no teachers catch me. My hands shake as I hurry into a stall, slamming the door behind me and sitting on the cold toilet seat. I bring my hands up to cover my flushed brown face, trying to hide the deep blush spreading across my cheeks. I've had a crush on Diego for so long, but I know he wouldn't like me back. We barely even know each other
I sigh softly, my brown skin flushing with warmth as I pull out my phone. Swiping through the images, I find his picture and start to feel aroused. I tug down my pants and underwear, exposing myself as my desire grows
*I AM NOT WRITING THAT, I THOUGHT I HAD THE GUTS BUT NOT THIS*
I'm just about to bust my nut when I quickly spin around, pull my dick out and aim it at the toilet bowl. The first spurt of cum hits the water with a loud splash. I keep stroking, watching as rope after rope of my thick jizz shoots into the toilet. Fuck that feels good. When I'm finally spent, I give my cock a few more tugs to milk out every last drop. Satisfied, I tuck myself back into my pants and flush the toilet, sending my load swirling down the drain.
I stare at the screen in disbelief, the image of Diego still on my phone screen. My breathing quickens as a sickening realization washes over me - I just jerked off to a picture of him. Fuck. Self-loathing and shame twist in my gut like a knife.
"What the hell am I doing?" I mutter under my breath, burying my face in my hands. My mind races with doubts and insecurities. There's no way a guy like Diego would ever be into someone like me. I'm just pathetic, getting turned on by some hot dude who probably thinks I'm a loser. Disgust rises in my throat as I glance down and see the evidence of what I just did.
My fists clench so hard my knuckles turn white. I can feel the heat rising in my face, anger surging through every vein. It's always Diego, flirting and playing games with my heart like it's some toy for his amusement. My brown skin burns with frustration. For once, I don't feel like the bad guy. No, now I just want revenge.
I slam the bathroom stall door open as the shrill bell rings, signaling the end of class. Heart pounding, I scan the crowded hallway for that stupid Diego. There he is, laughing with his buddies like the cocky jerk he is.
I grab my backpack and hurl it at him with all my strength. "Hey asshole!" I yell, shoving my way through the sea of students. "You and me, now!"
Diego turns, eyes widening as he sees the fury on my face. His friends quickly scatter as I lunge at him, knocking him to the ground. We grapple in the dirty hallway, exchanging punches and curses.
"You think you're so cool, Diego?" I snarl between jabs. "Always messing with people's hearts? Well not mine anymore!"
The teachers yanked me back, my fists still balled up tightly. My heart hammered in my chest as adrenaline surged through me. I could feel the heat radiating off my brown skin, flushed with fury. As they dragged me away, I locked eyes with Diego, seeing the black eye and broken nose I'd given him. A twisted sense of satisfaction filled me, even as guilt gnawed at my gut. What had I done?
As the adrenaline high starts to fade, the throbbing pain from Diego's punches hits me like a freight train. Shit, that hurts. I can feel my lip splitting where he landed a solid hit.
The teachers have me and Diego in a death grip as they march us down the hall towards the principal's office. My head hangs low, too ashamed to meet anyone's eyes. What the hell was I thinking, attacking him like that?
Guilt churns in my gut as I replay the fight in my mind. Sure, Diego had it coming with all his nonstop flirting and playing games. But this wasn't the answer. Now I've let my temper get the best of me and probably just made things worse between us. "Great job, Hugo" I thought as the door opened for our fate.
