Nothing Ever Changes

Unpredictable

A loud noise echoed through the entire house hall. Ant wasn't moving, only his irregular breathing showed the he was alive. With his head down, he started sobbing quietly. Was he... crying?

- Ant?...

Nothing. Only louder uncoupled sobs.

I walk closer and closer to him until my knee are just centimeters way from his face. I kneel beside him until I'm able to see his face clearly.

I see what I've never seen before: my brother crying.

My heart tightens a bit. But I know this is what he needs. He's in pain, always has been, but he never expressed it. Anger, guilt and frustration had grown inside him, and he has always shuted them down. Until now.

I put my arm around his shoulders and he moves towards me, until his face is between my jaw and my clavicle, and hugs me tightly. I pull him closer to me and stroke his back slowly, like every sweep took a little bit of pain away.

After what it seemed to be an hour, he moves away and looks at me with sore teary eyes.

- You're right. Thank you for making me acknowledge that. 

I clean his tears with my thumb and ruffle his hair.

- C'mon, I'll eat a bit of your crappy pasta.

He laughs slightly.

- YOU are crappy.

He stand up and go to the kitchen.

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(!! Atention !! Hot scene ahead, if you're under 15, I advise you not to read it! But it's up to you haha...)

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A week has passed by and I haven't had any sort of problems. Everything has been going smoothly, which actually feels nice. I've been mostly with Brianna, and sometimes with Lauren and Peter, the twin brothers from my class. They skip classes a lot, so, whenever they are at school, I like to catch up with them.

- He was like, totally flirting with me! 

- Hahaha! No way, Lauren, he was totally gay! He was flirting with ME - replied Peter, mocking her.

- Oh my God, no he wasn't... Was he? - asked Lauren. 

Peter nodded with a grin and she sighed, defeated.

- Oh, whatever... Such a waste... His fine ass...

- Wow! Too much info, Lauren! - said Bri, between nervous laughs. It's amazing how Bri is such a beauty and she still achieves to be the most innocent girl of us all.

The conversation changed its course, and we start to talk about the cafeteria food when, from the corner of my eye, I spot a dark figure that I haven't seen in a while. I look to the right, and I see the guy who spilled the coffee on my shirt. How could I forget his amazing face, his mesmerizing features... Wait, WHAT??

What am I even saying?? He was rude to me!

Yeah, he was, but he was also sexy as fuck. Unfortunately.

I look at my phone after realizing the cafeteria was not full of students anymore, to check if I was late. 14:47. I only start at 15:00, so I still had time to go freshen up in the bathroom.

I step in the bathroom and I notice it's empty. Thank God. I hate being in a public bathroom with other people. It's awkward. 

I open the tap to wash my face and in the exact same moment, I hear the bathroom door close. I try to turn, to see what it was, but before I do, I see two dark eyes, a few centimeters away from mine. I can feel his warm breath on my lips and his body pressed against mine and, without me saying anything, he smashes my lips with his.

What the hell is happening right now?!

He puts his hand on my waist and pulls me roughly to him, while playing with his tongue on my mouth.

I... It's... Fuck this is good.

I should make him stop. I should push him away, slap him and run. 

But I don't.

I grab his hair and  pull him closer to me, kissing him deeply. He groans softly and puts his hand under my shirt until he reaches my nipple. I moan in pleasure. While one of his hands is playing with my nipple, the other one is reaching its way to my panties.

I feel my body shiver from his touch. Aggressive and hot. Fuck.

Then, he inserts his fingers on me, feeling my wetness. I can't help escaping a louder moan. He fastens the movement and I bounce my hips to the rhythm. He uses is thumb to rub my clit, which gives me a wave of pleasure.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, I'm about to cum.

And he must sense it too, because he accelerates his thumb. I can't hold it... I can't...

I moan like I never have and release myself all over his hand.

In the next second, he throws me to the bathroom floor and leaves.

WHAT?!?