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Noah

It's been two weeks since I've seen Chocolate come around and it's been two weeks of Benjamin going on about Chocolate going incognito.

Gunnar and I just went along with his clearly dramatic cries as we stayed at the shop , doing some usual labor on discontinued cars.

"I wish she just gave me a reason why she stopped talking to me" Benjamin said as he began changing the oil to the old Poniac.

I brushed my hands on my worn out jeans and tried my hardest to ignore his melancholy.

He continued, "She is the only girl that really knows me. She is sweet and caring--"

Before he could go any further I walked to him. Hovering his wimpy body and waiting for him to notice my annoyed face.

"Benjamin, I'm going to say this once and I promise you. If you don't fix this shit now. I will kick your ass." I say calmly which noticably scares him.

Benjamin shook his head 'yes' as I saw Gunnar from a far looking up at me. He shuningly shook his head.

***
8 years ago. . . (Senior year)

Gunnar smacked my slightly shaven head with his towel as we got done with football practice.

"Whipped!"Gunnar said loudly as the rest of my teammates jokingly chanted.

"He can't stop bugging the poor girl. It's bad enough her name is 'Chocolate'" Nate said as he started putting his uniform in his locker. I looked over at him and squinted my eyes at him.

The locker room isn't the greatest place to talk about the latest of events and girls who we're all trying to fuck. But, technically it's the only reasonable place. Except when you're the one being backed into a corner for something that clearly isn't true.

"Alright. Alright. Calm down, Ladies. Leave Noah alone so he can put in his tampon. He's giving us his deadly eye. How SPOOKY." Gunnar and a couple others teased as they began getting ready to head to the showers.

I just sat there and sarcastically laughed with all of them, too.

"Ha.Ha. Super funny. You're all fucking hilarious. I hope you all get an eye infection from each other's ball sweat" I said taking off my shirt to change into another.

"Someone's a little butt-hurt. Quarterback can't take a little joke."Liam said as he walked past me to the showers.

The amount of fire that ran through my body listening to them tease me about this girl.

"She's just going to be another wannabe cheerleader in this school. I don't see why you would think I'd ever wanna be with her. " I spat out abruptly.

They all "Ooooooo".

I looked at Gunnar and he snickered. "Oh, really? I wonder how many wannabe cheerleaders you've fucked these few years." He said lastly.

The locker room for silent and I kept looking down at my angry palms.

Gunnar laughed in clear victory and continued to walk away. I just sat there quiet as my teammates did the same thing , not wanting to intertwine with my heated emotions.

This school will forever have this weird aura that gives the girls here the urge to feel wanted. They are preppy, jolly, cheery---annoying. But, it's appreciated. All of those characteristics turn into something more when it comes down to their seduction. Charming and cute with their flattering hair flips. Their eyes widen once I pass them at times. I might sounds shallow , but it's a huge turn on feeling in control of their tiny hearts.

It fulfills my lusty hunger when I fuck them against their bedroom walls. But, now that new girl is here, she doesn't seem to even notice my existence. It makes me feel like a shell.

I continued to walk down the hallway , brooding like usual. Trying to clear my mind from the daily stresses before I head home to my father. I see the girl.

Chocolate.

She's holding her books tight in her arms and her hennessy brown skin shines . Glistening as her curly hair bounces with her stride. That ugly plaid shirt was slightly open and teased the exposer of her chest and sculpted collarbones.

She wasn't looking at me.

She was looking forward.

She was in her own world.

She passed me and I could smell her. As creepy as it may sound. It didn't smell like a perfume. Wasn't anything I could make out but it was sweet. I've never smelt it before.

I turned around to look at her as she is still continuing down the hall. I quickly ran to her and walked beside her. She was shorter so once she turned her head to look at me , she had to sorta look up.

It was cute and innocent. It flushed me.

"Hi?"She said laughing.

Around this time of day, the hallway was empty and this was the perfect time.

"Hey, Chocolate."I said slowing my stride.

Her face stayed in a smile . It was bright and sincere.

"You know my name?"she asked confused slightly. She continued, "I didn't think anyone would really notice me."

Chocolate's voice softened and I could tell she was in deep thought.

I replied and shrugged , "I've spoken to you a few times through mutual passing."

She quietly nodded her head and gasped, "Nathan? Right?" She said not so sure.

I balled my fists and gritted my teeth. Easing the pain of having her not remember or knowing who I am.

"It's.....Noah."I said.

We turned a corner in the hallway and she apologized then laughed .

"Dammit, I suck at remembering names! I'm sorry!"

I tried to make it seem as okay as possible but the more I was talking to her. The more I got heated. I'll just cut to the chase.

I stopped us both from walking and gave her the softest eyes I could narrow.

"Look....,Chocolate. I know you are new and all. I know you may not know who I am and we technically sorta just met , but. How does a bite to eat sound? Maybe a movie?"I grinned.

She stared at me blankly. She looked away and down. She stuttered, "I-I.... Can't."

My mind bottled.

I ran my fingers through my hair and tried not to show my embarrassment.

"How so?"I asked with the clench of my jaw.

Her voice softened more as she looked down at her feet.

"You just really aren't. . . my type" She says as nicely as she could.

I breathed in.

I'm not her type?

I looked at her and she kept her head down. Her face noticeably blushing and I just simply walked away as my blood boiled.

That's when resentment filled me from them on.