He got a shower and got dressed. He knocked on her door but no one answered. Damn, he thought. He wanted to take Chelsea to lunch or dinner or something.
«Dude, what the hell?» Clays voice startled him. «I wanted to play Madden but your door was locked at 11:30 last night. Its not like you got any pussy.» Clay noticed Brent was standing in front of Chelsea's door. «Dude. You didn't. Tell me you didn't fuck the fat chick!»
«Fuck you, man. She's not fat. No, I didn't sleep with her. We just went to eat with my dad.»
«Then what are you doing at her door and why was your door chained?»
«I slept in late and I was gonna ask her...» How much did he want Clay knowing? "...if she was gonna go running with me in the morning."
Clays raised eyebrow communicated that he knew it was time to stop asking questions shut up.
«What?»
«I just don't see what you like about her.»
Oh, shit. «Chelsea!» Brent saw her standing at the top of the stairs slack-jawed and red. How much had she heard? Chelsea turned around and ran back down the stairs almost in tears. «Chelsea, wait!» He knew she wasn't stopping. Brent kept down the stairs after her calling her name. He caught up to her and grabbed her shoulders.
«Let me go!»
«Wait, hold on a second!» She tried to shake loose as she cried. «Chelsea, calm down.» Brent pulled her into the small walk-in janitors closet and blocked the door. «Chelsea, what are you so upset about?» He held her until she stopped thrashing.
«I heard what you and Clay were saying about me,» she cried. «Did you just use me to keep your Saturday night lucky streak alive for another week?»
«You think that's all that was, Chelsea?» He was furious now. «Is that all you felt like it was? A quick fuck? Was that all it was for you? I gave you everything I had last night! Everything!»
«You denied it to Clay!»
«Seriously, Chelsea? Seriously? Would you want Clay knowing? I didn't think you would so I didn't tell him. And I wasn't going to ask you about running. I was going to ask you to lunch. I just don't want his nosy ass asking questions!» I need to calm down, he thought, before she never speaks to me again. «Do you understand?» He spoke more calmly now.
«I'm sorry.» Brent opened the door and walked out. «Brent, I'm sorry,» she cried out.
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Chelsea
FantasyThis story is about a girl having a crush on an high school classmate its like other story's but with more twist and clamor and romance and crazyness you won't be able to get enough of😊
