Ever since I met the boy who lived across from me, I've been in love. Everytime I see him in class I smile and my heart speeds up. I'm always comfortable around him. Peter sits with me, Margaret, Sandra, and Ned during lunch. And every single lunch I can never look him in the eye, knowing that if we make eye contact I'd probably die on the spot. I'm not sure why I have such a deabilitating crush on him but if I had to guess itd probably be his heart. He is the kindest, most generous boy I have ever met and he always makes sure I'm included during group projects or conversation at lunch. He knows I'm shy and instead of ignoring me, he welcomes me. He has brown eyes and fluffy hair and he always wears dorky t shirts and god I don't think I'll ever love anyone else. I've known him for about a year now and we're pretty close.
"Oli" I'm snapped out of my thoughts, literally, Peter is snapping his fingers in front of my eyes.
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry I think I zoned out." I stutter and look at him.
"Hey it's fine, I just wanted to talk to you." He smiles.
"Um, what about?" I reply nervously.
"Well you were just talking about how your parents are gone on vacation this week." He says slowly. I look around the lunch table and see everyone else talking without me and Peter.
"Yeah, I'm kinda worried." I look at my fingers, intertwined on the table in front of me.
"Why?" He looks at me, confusion in his eyes.
"It's just, I tend to get nightmares when my parents are gone cause the apartment's so empty."
"Oh. I know that feeling. Hey, if you have a nightmare tonight feel free to come over to my apartment and chill. Aunt May isn't there so you can come over as late as you want."
I smile up at him. "Thanks Peter, that actually means a lot." The bell rings and I get up and grab my backpack from behind my bench.
"Hey, no problem. And that whole thing applies to the rest of this week too, okay?"
"Thank you so much, Peter." I smile again at him as I walk away from the lunch table towards my English class.
I woke up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down my face. I look to the left of my queen bed and see that it's 2:37 A.M. Another fucking nightmare. screw it, I may as well go to Peter's. He's just across the hallway and I could really use some company. I get up out of bed and put on a baggy shirt and spandex shorts. I couldn't care less about my appearance right now, I just need reassurance that everything is okay. I walk over to my bedroom door and open it, continuing to walk through my kitchen. I grab my phone, which I had left on the counter after dinner, which is strange for me as I generally use my phone until I fall asleep, but I grab it anyways and bring up Peter's contact. I text him:
"I had a nightmare, I'm gonna come over, if you don't mind."
I then walk through my front door and out into the dimly lit hallway of my apartment complex. I walk the three feet that separate me and Peter's door and knock three times on his with my knuckles. I don't hear anything in response so I try the knob and see that it's unlocked. I suck in a breath of air and push open the door. The kitchen light of his apartment is on, but there is no Peter in sight. I see that his bedroom door is closed and decide to knock on that instead, as he's probably in there listening to music or something. I walk to his door and stop when I hear noises. It was a moan. Peter's moan. My heart stops and I nearly drop my phone. Is he... Jerking off? I listen a little bit more out of curiosity. I hear him again.
"Mmm... that feels good, keep going"
He wasn't alone. Oh my god. He has a girl in there. I stand there in shock, my mouth open. He has a girl in there. A girl that isn't me. I shouldn't be hurt because I know how popular he is with the other girls in my classes, but I never really thought that he was actually getting fucking blowjobs from them. That explains why he didn't answer the door or my text. He was "busy". All my hopes of him actually liking me back were squashed. I'm the one that intruded on his space, though, and either way, I need to get the fuck out of here. I quickly walk back towards the front door and quietly open it. I step through and close it behind me, trying to be quiet. I didn't want him knowing that I caught him doing this. I trudge back to my apartment and into my bedroom. I rest my phone on my nightstand and climb into bed. I try to shut my eyes, but with all my thoughts racing, sleep never comes. His moans keep replaying in my head and as much as I hate the fact that he was with another girl, I can't help but get turned on by the way he was out of breath.
