Nathan
It's crazy how much someone can make you happy.
How someone can make you feel so loved and blessed.
Even when they are fucking you against the wall, bed, or dresser for the 10th time in three long, but rough weeks.
I could probably never get used to the feeling of something being inside of me. It wasn't a bad feeling, not at all. It made me scream and moan as I get penetrated till I can't stand or remember my name.
It kinda is annoying not being able to sit for three weeks, but it's worth it when my ass is-
"Focus, Nathan!" Emma snapped, clapping her hands in front of my face. "Stop daydreaming about Bryce and write. We have testing all next week."
I groan, staring down at papers. "This is stupid."
"I know." She sighs, scribbling down notes from a thick book. "But some of this stuff we need to write down last minute will be in the exams."
"Isn't that lovely?"
"Very," Emma mumbled in reply, harshly erasing something. "How's the dating life?"
"Quite nice," I smirk, scribbling down the print in the book. "Tiring, but nice."
"Seems legit." She nods, flipping the page. "How often do y'all do it?"
"Emma!"
"I'm just asking a question."
I roll my eyes, "we've done it pretty much every other day for 3 weeks."
Emma's eyes widened, "you little jack-rabbits. Damn."
"It's amazing."
"I need a boyfriend, got any hot friends?" Emma asked, raising her brows.
"None that I would let you date because they are horny guys from the basketball team," I reply with a scowl. "Bryce has some friends of his that you might like."
"Ooh, senior boys!"
I roll my eyes, "talk to Ally about it, or Bryce, I don't care. Just stay away from mine."
"Oh, please. I won't take your precious little thing." She assured, blowing a kiss. I hate her. "I'll talk to Ally."
"I hate how well you guys get along. It's like two of Ally or two of you. It's scary."
Emma let's out a giggle, "sorry, boo!" She slammed her book shut right when the bell rang. "Yay!"
"Hurray..."
A hand gripped onto mine, quickly pulling me into a bathroom, the door slamming shut.
I was pinned to the wall and lips crashed roughly into mine.
I smile as I moved my lips with Bryce's, moaning into his mouth as his body pressed against mine.
I slid my bag off my shoulders along with my jacket.
"Nice to see you too," I whispered before reconnecting our lips with a smile.
No one ever came into this boys bathroom. I don't know why, but they just don't. Some guy fucked someone in here last semester, so no one comes in here unless you're about to piss yourself.
This is the 3rd time this week Bryce has dragged me into this bathroom after the same class, pinning me against the same wall, and kissing me the same way each time; roughly.
Bryce's fingers fumbled with the hem of my t-shirt, slipping his cold hand underneath my shirt, feeling my skin.
Before either of us could react, the door swung open with a loud creak.
