A Mistake You Can't Erase - the true story of NCMS

New Incounters

/ Lumberjack's POV \

I really didn't want to, but my phone isn't with me so I have to go back and get it. Chills run down my spine as I think about the chance encounter. Isn't it his break? Maybe he isn't in there right now. I couldn't stop shaking as I walked down the brick hall, and up the stairs. The further I got, the more uneasy I became. I shouldn't be scared, I love the guy for crying out loud! I'm just worried about how much he doesn't love me. I quietly approach the door, moms spaghetti, palms sweaty, knees weak, about to freak. Quietly, I reach for the doorknob and turn it oh so slightly, filled with sudden rage, I swallow my pride and swing the door open...

n o t h i n g

My heart starts returning to a normal pace as I walk through the rows of lockers and look for my phone. There it is! I bend down to reach for it, making an odd sort of noise as my skinny jeans tighten around my bulge. I hear a noise and turn to see someone standing behind me.

It's him.

I trip over my words as I try to explain myself to him.

"Mr. Thrust, I-I-I just came to get my phone."

He doesn't say anything, but instead walks out to where I'm guessing is the gym. I sigh, fix my pants, and walk out.

Feeling parched after such an awkward encounter with Mr. Thrust, I head towards the water fountain. Leaning over to quench myself, I get shoved into the running water. My flannel is dripping and it's only 3rd period.

The next few mods were uncomfortable until my shirt finally started to dry. But to my dismay my shirt shrunk almost 2 sizes in the process. I already wear fairly tight clothes just to tease Mr. Thrust, so this is not going to be fun.

The rest of the day went fairly well actually. I saw Mr. Thrust a couple of times and he just walked passed me a little too slow at first, and then a little too fast blushing madly. I turned and took note his insanely fit body. I looked down to see my shirt being held together by less buttons as it was indeed too small now. I see a small shadow out of the corner of my eyes and look to see a small boy stop and stare for a second before continuing his walk down the hallway. I sighed as I realized that I'll never be good enough for him. All I can do is stand on the sidelines. Watch (or should I say admire) from a distance.

I decide that it's time to start working out again, and I head in the direction of the gym, eager to start getting fit. I decide to first change and then stretch before I start working out.

I don't know where Mr. Thrust and I stand so I decide to change in the back by the showers. I strip and recover my body in some athletic gear before heading out.

I walk into the center of the gym before starting to do some toe touches and squats. Not to be cocky, but I feel like my one good asset has to definitely be my butt. I try to show it off even when nobody's looking. I squat as low as I can testing to see if I can make my pants rip. I keep trying over and over harder and harder, until I realize that I'm not alone.

/ Mr. Thrust's POV \

I hear a noise as I'm in the supply closet and slowly walk out to see him standing there. He's facing the other way so he can't see me drooling.

Why is he in here? What is he doing?

He stops near the center and starts to do toe touches. I try to avoid staring at it but it's right there. As if it's calling my name I look up to see his luscious rear end staring me down.

As I turn to leave worried that he might turn around and notice my now obvious bulge I hear a pant and see him drop down low and his butt stretch out. My eyes go wide as I realize that I'm about to lose it.

I can't take much more of this beautiful torture.

He repeats this over and over again each time trying to and succeeding at making me get tighter and tighter.

I watch as his butt looks like it's going to rip his pants wide open (if I don't first). I don't know what I'd do if that happened. I don't think I could control myself. I watched for what felt like forever. My eyes not leaving his beautiful body, until I couldn't help myself and let out a whimper.

I go white as I realized that he did indeed hear me, and is now staring at me. I can feel my face heating up more and more as he walks towards me. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. He walked right past me and out of the gym.

*that night*

I sit down on my bed and catch myself humming 'Heartbreak Girl' by 5 Seconds Of Summer. I can't believe myself. That's our song! Well, I mean, it used to be anyways.

I'm supposed to hate him yet I find myself singing our song? What is wrong with me?!

I can't take it anymore. I pull out my journal and begin to unleash all of my feelings. I write it all. I write about the first time I saw him, up the first time we spoke and how I couldn't get his mesmerizing voice out of my head, to the time he asked ME if I wanted to come over and watch football and how it turned into more of a "football and chill" evening if you will. I write about him and his dreaminess and his insanely toned and hot body which is sexy but at the same time he looks absolutely adorable with his glasses. I write about the "incident" in the locker room and how I had to retreat before he could notice my pants tightening. I write about how I want to spend my days wrapped up in his safe arms and cuddle him in bed day after day an- I hear a knock. Then a "Honey, I'm home!" I can't believe what I'm hearing. I jump off my bed and race towards him. His entire face lights up as he sees me and I jump straight into his arms. He holds me close and we're about to kis-

Wait..

I look up to see my journal sitting in front of me.

It was just a stupid daydream.

I begin to cry into my pillow, for all I want is my sweet sweet baby to come cuddle me.