Tracing The Stars H.S AU

Chapter 5- Teach me

Harry's POV

When Coach Parker sent the official team list to the group chat, and I saw Gabe and I as Captains, I pretty much lost it.

During tryouts, I played the best I had ever played. If I didn't get that pep talk from Blair beforehand, I probably would have been worried about everything. But, I took Blair's advice, and I wasn't playing to please coach, my parents, or anyone else. I was playing for fun. I was playing for me.

"So you gonna tell me where the hell that beast came from today?" Gabe asks, snapping me out of my thoughts, passing me a beer.

"Dude, I wish I fucking knew."

"Two goals and three assists. Yeah, we are getting that Champion State win for sure."

"I'm nervous about Crestview," I reply. "Their team gets better and better every year, and I heard they got a brand new coach who used to play at Stanford."

Gabe says something in response, but I'm not paying the slightest bit of attention because all my eyes are on Blair, who just walked into the party with Megan.

A black lace shirt that makes her boobs looking fucking amazing. Her jeans hug her curves perfectly, and I'm trying to keep my eyes on her face, but her body is so alluringly distracting.

Blair was undeniably attractive. Everyone at this damn school knew it, and if they didn't know it before, they sure as hell were going to know it now.

Out of nowhere, Maya comes up behind Gabe and I startling both of us. "I want her pussy on my face."

I hit Megan's shoulder, while Gabe just stares at Maya with a wide mouth.

"Respectfully. I meant that in a very respectful manner," she corrects herself taking my beer out of her hand and chugging it down.

Gabe is still staring at Maya in complete shock.

"Please, don't tell me we are just gonna brush past that, right? I refuse to brush past this like we all did not hear what she just said."

"Looks like I just came out to you, bud," Maya exclaims before drunkenly strutting away.

Gabe looks at me with the same shocked expression on his face, and I just shrug my shoulders in response.

"You have got to be kidding me? You know Maya was my middle school crush, right? I lost my virginity to her!"

I laugh in response. "Yeah, I had a feeling she decided she was gonna explore her sexuality and then toss us to the side when she was done."

"So you and Maya aren't fucking?" He questions.

"Not since she came out to me this summer."

"Jesus, can you grab the stash of weed from my room? We gotta stop letting women use us like this man. It's degrading."

I get up to grab Gabe's stash, but turn around simultaneously to respond to him. "Who cares! I'm completely fine with it."

As I'm walking up the stairs to Gabe's room, I hear him yell, "Of course you are completely okay with it, you whore!"

Gabe's party is starting to get packed, which was normal since his parties are so popular. Gabe's Dad is super-rich and is always traveling with his girlfriend, who is probably a few years older than Gabe. It is quite obvious she is using Gabe's Dad for his money, but I don't think he cares. Gabe is usually home alone because of this, and I know it sucks for him. His mom died in middle school, and he hasn't been close with his Dad since. When I saw that Gabe was virtually living in a mansion by himself, I basically forced him to live with me when he wasn't throwing parties. He would come over for family dinners, and we basically shared a room.

Sometimes I think Gabe throws these parties not only to spite his Dad, who doesn't condone Gabe's partying addiction but because secretly, Gabe hates being alone. So the more people, the better.

I didn't blame him. We all have our demons. We just have to find a way to cope with them.

I finished rolling up some blunts for Gabe in his room. I was just about to leave when Blair stumbled through the door.

"Oh!" She squeaks. "Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine—just a little tipsy. I feel good, though. How were tryouts?" She eagerly asked, not seeming to be drunk where she is off the rails, but definitely tipsy enough to have a good time.

"Team captain, baby," I respond with a slight smirk on my face.

She squeals, running into me, pushing me back on Gabe's bed with her arms around my neck.

"I knew you could fucking do it!"

She slightly shifts on top of me, causing me to groan because of how she is situated on my lap, but she crawls beside me, not seeming to notice how she just gave me a full-on boner.

"Whose blunts are these? She asks curiously, picking one up."

"Gabe's. Do you want one?"

"Yes. God, a blunt right now sounds so good. How does Gabe get all this weed?"

"Usually me," I say without context, making Blair furrow her eyebrows. "I'm not a dealer or anything like that. I have a medical card for when I got into my accident. Sometimes when I'm at the shop, I pick up stuff for Gabe." I take the joint from her hands, light it up, and hand it back to her.

"I needed this," She said, hitting the blunt before passing it back to me. I decline, not really in the mood to smoke at the moment. "My anxiety was getting the best of me."

"Anxiety?"

"Yeah. People always have something to say, you know?" She continues her rant after taking a drag of the blunt and blowing out the smoke. "I think people are expecting me to take my top off and dance on Gabe's living room table like I did sophomore year."

I burst out laughing, distinctly remembering that memory from Gabe's fourth of July party.

"Plus, Megan keeps wanting me to hook up with a guy so I can get over my ex."

I frown at her words. "You definitely don't have to hook up with any guy if you don't want to."

"It's not that I don't want to," She says, almost finishing off the entire blunt. "It's just that I think my clit is broken."

The words tumble out of her mouth, almost as if she doesn't have a care in the world for what she is saying.

"Like there is no way my isn't clit is broken. Or my entire vagina, for that matter. I never get to finish, or at least I never have, and then the guy always walks off, and I'm left all hot and bothered."

"Have you tried to pleasure yourself?" I ask curiously.

"Haven't really figured that one out yet. Working on it, though."

I hum in response, watching her finish off the last bit of the blunt.

"Your clit isn't broken, by the way. You just gotta find a guy who is willing to give a fuck about your pleasure, not just his. Sex should be pleasurable for both parties anyway."

"You say my clit isn't broken now, but I promise you it is."

"I promise you it's not. You just have to learn your body and the things you like."

"Teach me."