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14: CAUGHT

« LOUIS »

I pulled Liza aside after class, watching as everyone else passed by us whilst I dragged her to the corner of the hallway.

"What did you and Harry talk about?" I asked her, hearing her snicker.

"I swear, you two don't help each other" she told me, and I furrowed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, looking her up and down.

"Listen, Louis, you're paying girls to say they slept with you, then suddenly you go home with Avery Mills and Harry" she said to me, "What do you think that means?" she asked me.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "What the fuck are you saying?" I asked her, "I'm not like that"

Liza rolled her eyes, "I'm going to tell you what I told Harry–" she began, but I stopped listening after I attempted to think of what to do to bring her away from what she thought, "–no one wants things getting out of han—" she began to say.

I grasped onto her chest, bringing my lips heavily onto hers as she stumbled back. I turned the knob to the janitor's closet behind her, leading us both into the room without our lips disconnecting once. Liza breathed heavily as she brought her fingers through my hair, her tongue sloppily playing with mine. I reached up to turn off the only bulb in the room, unbuckling my belt, and letting my pants fall to the ground around my ankles.

I picked Liza up, hearing small breaths escape her lips whilst she wrapped her legs around my waist. I couldn't see her face through the dark, and I brought a palm around myself in attempts to get myself hard.

I thought of the night with Harry, feeling him vigorously pull my neck toward his, and viciously press his lips to mine. He was phenomenal with his lips, feeling as if you're kissing syrup—and his dick was the perfect size, most of it I couldn't even fit into my mouth.

I pushed Liza's panties aside, bringing myself inside her, and hearing a small moan come from her mouth.

Harry even tasted like syrup. Something I didn't expect. The skin on his thighs felt like silk, and were paler than the rest of his body. I wanted to suck on every inch of him until he was completely red and purple.

I thrusted harder into Liza, imagining it was Harry. I dropped her hair from where it was tied atop of her head, her curls feeling like his.

Harry was the type to like the strength. The way he grasped onto my hair whilst I kissed the tip of his head, the way he bucked harder into my mouth which nearly made me choke. I swallowed him up when he came—like syrup.

I dropped Liza to the floor, quickly grasping onto one of the rags in the closet, and finishing into it. I breathed heavily, wiping the sweat off my eyebrow.

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I lied staring at my ceiling, my bed feeling as if minute by minute it was swallowing me entirely. The darkness surrounded me, making  me as blind as I was in that closet.

My toes twirled within my blanket, beginning to feel my throat become harder the more I thought about what Liza and I did today. Sitting up from the mattress, I brought my palms to my face to rub away my mindset, then walked over to my window. The stars shown bright that night, every single one trying to outdo the other. I felt the cold air hit my bare chest when I opened the window, deeply inhaling the crisp night air to keep myself from feeling as nauseous as I already was.

I rested my arms on the window sill, looking up at the night sky as I let my mind take over me. I hated myself, honestly. I hated that I couldn't find myself to even think about girls, and when I was finally able to get inside one—I was disgusted by it.