I don't even like you.

Again?!

It's been 2 days since my freak accident with Xavier. The thought of going back to school and seeing him and confronting him felt terrifying. What if he's told everyone already? My reputation will be ruined... I can't let this get out.

I was dreading the thought of arriving at school, but I knew I couldn't just not show up. Once I arrived at the school, I parked in the lot, seeing little to no cars at all. "Good. I'm one of the first people here." I thought. I then began to head into the school. Once I arrived in the main hall, I saw him. Xavier. He was sitting on that same bench, reading a book. I quickly shuffled away so he doesn't notice me, but I must've failed, because we made eye contact before I ran down the hall to the bathroom. My heart was beating out of my chest. Why was I so nervous? It wasn't even a serious thing. We were both drunk, I wouldn't sleep with another dude, no way. As I was contemplating my life choices, I heard the door creek open. I quickly put on a poker face, which wasn't long lasted when I saw it was Xavier. My cheeks flushed up. I quickly averted my gaze back to the mirror. He approached the sink next to me and began to wash his hands. I just stood there awkwardly as he was doing his business. He didn't seem to care at all. I looked at him, and he didn't even look back at me! I felt extremely offended. I cleared my throat to attempt to get his attention to which he asked; "What's up?" My jaw dropped. I figured he'd be explaining himself... even though I was the one that instigated it... but it doesn't matter. "What's up?!" I exclaimed. "Are you not going to mention what happened 2 nights ago?!" He smirked a little before shrugging off. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said plainly before exiting the bathroom. I was left astonished in the bathroom. Although, a part of me felt relieved that he didn't care that much. Just meant he won't go telling the whole damn school about it. I sighed, then exited the bathroom as well.

I was sat in biology; it was around the first 5 minutes of class. The door suddenly barged open as the teacher was half-way through his sentence. The class looked up in confusion, and I could already tell what was going to happen. "Sorry I'm late sir, I got caught up in something." I rolled my eyes. It was Xavier. He's in my class now? This day can't get any worse. The teacher reassured him that it was okay because he was new, and told him to go take a seat. Xavier sat in the seat in front of me, to the right. I felt somewhat comforted knowing I could view him at all times, and it wasn't the other way around. As I was writing in my textbook, I noticed he was looking back at me. I glared up, only to see him smirking at me and looking down. I figured he was hinting at something, so I looked down and noticed he had a note in his hand. Once the teacher turned around, I seized the opportunity and snatched the note from his hand. I then quietly opened the note under my desk and read it. He said he wanted to chat, and to meet him during lunch time. I figured he wanted to talk about THAT night, so I knew I had to go.

At lunch time

I wandered around the cafeteria, looking for Xavier. I noticed he was stood by the door, clearly waiting for me. I went over to him, and halfway through my first word, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the cafeteria. I didn't want to make a scene, so I didn't scream, but I tried to pull against him. "H-Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!" I whispered loudly. He then stopped and began shuffling through his pockets. I looked down to see what he was looking for, and I saw him pull out a key. He was still holding onto my wrist while unlocking a door. He then pushed me into the room, locking us both in there. I was extremely confused. "Hey what the hell?! Why are we in the fucking janitor's closet?" I questioned. He put the key back in his pocket before turning around and looking me in the eyes. I sighed. "Look. If this is about that night, I won't mention it to anyone if you don't." I said, trying to calm him down. I began to feel awkward when he didn't give me a response. Just as I was about to speak again, he stepped closer to me. I stepped back, but that just made him move even closer. My back was now against the janitor's shelf of utilities, he had me cornered. We were now only inches apart, once again. My face flushed up once we were so close again. I could feel his breath on my forehead, again. I began to feel my pants tightening. I gasped, before quickly covering myself. "Hey dude, let's just get out of here an e-eat some lunch." I said, attempting to persuade him. But he didn't budge. He looked like a hungry wolf ready to eat its prey. My pants began to tighten even more. I couldn't help but moan once my erection rubbed against my underwear. I quickly moved my hands to my mouth in embarrassment. I felt like he was teasing me on purpose. He glanced down before looking back up. I began to feel irritated he wasn't in me. My hands began to shake as the bulge continued to get bigger. Suddenly, I feel a hand grab right there, slowly rubbing. I moan at the feeling and completely let go. He moves his hands up, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down. I groaned because of how slow he was going. He continued to rub me through my underwear before pulling those down as well. Once it was free, I moaned before whining a bit. He then kissed me; I didn't reject it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brung myself closer to him. He began to jerk me off while kissing me. I moaned during our kiss, which allowed him to inset his tongue into my mouth. I continued to moan in pleasure as he continued to jerk me faster and faster. It wasn't long until I reached my breaking point. I threw my head back and moaned loudly before releasing. I was panting hard. He then assisted me in pulling my underwear and pants back up, before unlocking the door, and simply just leaving. I was astonished, once again. He just walked out, again. I was extremely confused at this point. He just jerked me off. We totally just did it again. Why did I let it happen again? Why do I love it so much?