"I want to be the reason you touch yourself at 4 am." He groaned, just the tip and I was already clutching into him like knot. God how much I missed this taboo.
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The clock was ticking, but it felt like it had given up on doing its job properly. Sure, it was moving, but at the slowest pace imaginable. This had to be the longest class of my life, and to top it off, the heat in the room was unbearable. It wasn't quite Arizona-level, but damn, it was close. I could practically feel the sweat pooling in places sweat should never be.
I glanced over at my friend Max, who was also feeling the heat. The idiot was sweating bullets, but his eyes were glued to Ms. Clinton's ass. She was rocking this tight black skirt, and I couldn't blame the guy-her curves were definitely something to appreciate. But while Max was distracted by his ogling, I was more focused on the heat. Why the hell didn't I just get up and leave? Oh, right-my old man threatened to ship me off to military school if I didn't start taking my classes seriously. And trust me, I wasn't planning on dropping the soap anytime soon, so here I was, stuck in this godforsaken class.
To make matters worse, I'd chosen the seat by the window, thinking it would at least offer some relief. Big mistake. The breeze I'd hoped for decided to take the day off, leaving me to suffer in silence.
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"You gotta stop exaggerating," Max mumbled as we finally escaped the classroom. He was on the phone with his girlfriend, Camila, while I was practically speed-walking, eager to put as much distance between myself and that torture chamber as possible.
"What? Wait, what do you mean!?" Max suddenly yelled, his voice hitting an octave that made me wince. Jesus Christ, I'd rather listen to my bratty little sister scream at me than this guy. He definitely screamed like a little girl.
"Shut up," I groaned, but Max was too absorbed in his phone drama to care. We finally made it out of the school, and he was still going at it.
After a pause, he hung up and looked at me, dead serious. I gave him a stoic look, but a small, mocking grin was slowly creeping onto my face.
"You-"
"Don't fucking say a shit," Max cut me off, but it was too late-I burst out laughing. Looks like the lovebirds were at it again.
"What's it this time?" I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets and finding a ten-dollar bill. I quickly put it back before Max could start annoying me about the five bucks I owed him.
"I slept with Ashley," he admitted, looking defeated.
"You're cooked," I mumbled, making him sigh in resignation.
"I was drunk, last Friday," he added, as Jason-our other idiot friend-came sprinting towards us. -----
"Damn, tough man," I said in a mocking tone, patting Max on the back like I actually gave a damn. Jason finally caught up with us, slapping my hand in a quick handshake.
"What happened?" Jason asked, looking clueless as usual. We started walking towards the bus station, the late afternoon sun doing nothing to cool us down.
"Another cheating game," I muttered, flipping open my phone only to see a string of missed calls from my little sister, Elia. Damn, I totally forgot to pick her up from middle school today. I was definitely in for an earful later.
"Shut up, Enzo. I really gotta make it up to her," Max mumbled, running his hand through his hair, clearly stressed. The guy was practically pulling it out strand by strand.
"Crazy," Jason shouted, like he'd just discovered fire. He nudged Max, grinning like an idiot. "Melissa's throwing a party tonight."
That caught my attention. I looked up from my phone, and all I could manage was a "Holy shit." Melissa's parties were legendary-girls, smoke, drinks, and a massive pool that made it impossible to stay dry. But this time, the universe was playing a cruel joke on me.
Max and Jason stared at me like I'd lost my mind. I couldn't believe it either-I had to skip Melissa's party. And why? Because my old man and mom were heading out for a date that very Friday, leaving me in charge of babysitting Elia. Again. Just the thought of it made me want to bang my head against the nearest wall.
Jason seemed to catch on to the meaning behind my "Holy shit" moment and burst out laughing, with Max quickly joining in. This wasn't the first time I'd been forced into the role of babysitter, and it was never any less humiliating.
"Dude, you're screwed," Jason said, barely able to get the words out between laughs.
"Tell me something I don't know," I groaned, already dreading the night ahead. No wild party, no girls, just me, a moody preteen, and probably some terrible Disney movie on repeat.
Max smirked, trying to hide his amusement. "Guess you'll be partying with Elia instead."
"Shut up, or I'll hand her over to you," I shot back, though we all knew I wasn't getting out of this one. -----
"No thanks, I value my fucking ears enough," Max shot back with a grin, knowing all too well how loud and demanding Elia could be when she didn't get her way. I let out a long, exaggerated sigh, feeling my soul slowly leaving my body as I turned in the opposite direction.
"I'll catch you guys later," I waved them off, and they nodded, still chuckling as they continued their walk. They didn't have to say it-I knew they were relieved it wasn't them stuck with babysitting duty tonight.
As I trudged toward Elia's school, I couldn't help but curse my rotten luck. I was just getting started with my day, and here I was, about to play the role of the responsible big brother. Christ, I could already picture it: Elia, totally drained from her day, staring at me with those big, accusing eyes if I so much as breathed too loudly. If she didn't say a word, it might be a miracle. But if she decided to complain...well, let's just say the pavement was looking pretty tempting for a good headbang session.
When I finally reached her school, I saw her standing there, arms crossed and foot tapping like she was auditioning for some drama show. I knew I was about to get it. And let me tell you, I wasn't ready.
"Elia!" I called out, trying to sound cheerful, but my voice came out more like a death row inmate pleading for a last meal.
"You're late," she said, her tone as icy as a freezer. Great, she was already in a mood.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry about that," I mumbled, ruffling her hair in a lame attempt to lighten the mood. She swatted my hand away, glaring at me with the intensity of a thousand suns.
"Let's just go home," she huffed, turning on her heel and marching off like she owned the place.
I followed behind her, feeling like a guy who'd just been sentenced to a night of torture. All I could think about was what I was missing out on-Melissa's party, the girls, the fun. Instead, I was stuck with my little sister and her attitude, like a guy who'd won the world's worst lottery.
