Between Lust & Love

Chapter Four

I entered the school building. As I walked, I saw many pairs passing by—though not romantic couples, rather best friends. Most of my classmates would gather in front of the school before heading in, sharing their weekend stories. I stood apart in this aspect. I didn't have that one best friend to confide in. While I got along well with everyone in my grade, those friendships weren't that close. I strolled through the hallways and crossed the schoolyard. Even from a distance, some of my friends called out and waved me over. The school consisted of three buildings. Besides the main building, there was the upper school building, exclusively for 11th graders and above, and the spacious sports hall. In front of the upper school building, there were several benches and tables usually occupied by the 13th graders. At the far-right table, six students were seated, with a few standing around. It must have been a hot topic of discussion, I thought, as I walked towards them.

"Hey, Jason! There you are!" one of my friends greeted me.

I shook hands with everyone and took a seat that another had just cleared for me. I was so well-liked that it had almost become habitual for people to be exceptionally kind to me, which struck me as rather odd.

"You're quite late," another noted.

I glanced at my watch, a silver piece hanging from my left wrist that attracted some attention. It was undoubtedly an expensive watch. I didn't care much for material things; I wore it mainly because it was a gift. It was 9:45 AM, ten minutes before class started, which was usually when I arrived.

"Have a long weekend?" Luisa, a girl from my grade sitting diagonally across from me, asked. She gave me a sweet yet slightly seductive smile. In this moment, she probably recalled the evening when I brought her to orgasm four times. It had been a wild night, one I wouldn't forget quickly. But that applied to all the one-night stands or weekend escapades. I'd been with quite a number of girls, enough that you might think some would fade from memory, but I remembered each one. It was probably due to my habit of journaling several times a week in the evenings, just before falling asleep. I noted down all the significant events to remember them later. I rarely left anything out. I recalled the diary entry about Luise and her four orgasms. Did any of those present know about Luise and my weekend? Probably not.

For a split second, the girl bit her lower lip, then quickly stopped, seemingly afraid of being caught.

"Not really. My sister visited. A family weekend," I replied. Part of that was true. Nonetheless, my mind also wandered to the night with Jana.

"That's also something nice," Marvin added. He supported me in many ways, especially when others made critical remarks about my lifestyle.

I was skilled at defending myself and had some good comebacks, but it was also nice not to have to do it alone. "So, how was your weekend?" I asked the group, trying to break the awkward silence. I liked the constant chatter, with everyone contributing. It somehow made me feel more alive.

"On Friday, we all went to Carlos's party. Trust me, it was wild!" one of them began. "The party probably went on until 5 in the morning. The atmosphere was incredible, and the hangover the next morning was pretty intense."

"I heard things got pretty crazy there."

"Not as much if you had been there. We all know that."

"But you know what?"

"What?"

"The principal's daughter was there too. Isn't that insane?"

"Yeah, I know," I replied without giving it much thought.

"How do you know?" the boy asked, sounding disappointed, thinking he was telling me something new.

"Jana was there too, and we..." I had to pause, realizing what I was about to say. I took a moment to choose my words carefully. "We talked," I managed to salvage the situation.