In the Last Chapter…
Rose stays by Jason and comforts him as he tells Chadwick about his parents, and she gives him a pamphlet with a number to call if things ever get worse with them. Even though Jason and Rose still fight, he walks her back home and meets her foster mother, Bev. Even though Jason’s parents are still yelling at him, Sammy makes him feel better, and he does what he can to learn about her life too. After Jason gets into an argument with a man who witnesses Jason and Sammy making out in public, Sammy and Jason have a fight of their own about how they handle conflict, but they make up and nearly go all the way. Later on, Jason has a sexual dream about Rose.
The dreams didn’t make seeing Rose at Quiz Bowl awkward – at least, any more awkward than it already was. With our constant fights and our chemistry so confusing it would have made Niels Bohr go “huh?”, things were awkward and unpredictable enough at quiz Bowl as it was. Plus, it wasn’t like me and Rose were the only two on the team, nor was Rose the only one that saw my stupid little… the thing where I cried.
I had zero doubt they were gonna make this stupid big thing out of it and try to talk it through and shit. And sadly, my predictions came a hundred percent true, which I could tell from the moment I walked up to the physics classroom in the hallway.
Jack was leaning against the wall and, surprisingly, Rose and Sarah were standing next to him, murmuring things to each other. As soon as they saw me, they all looked at me as if they were waiting for me. Oh boy, I thought to myself. This better be good.
To no one’s surprise, Jack was the first to speak. “Hey Jason,” he began with a serious tone. “Sorry to be making a big thing out of you. I get that it sucks.”
“Wh-” I stuttered, even as I approached. I looked around at the three of them, who were staring at me, probably waiting for my permission to continue. “If you get it, why are you doing it?”
“Because if I did nothing and shit got bad, I’d never be able to look at myself in the mirror again,” he replied with strength to his voice.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, trying to make it seem playful. “So it’s an ego thing,” I noted.
“Wow, you catch on quick. Indulge me in it,” he quickly rebutted, with frustratingly good-natured humor to his voice, but quickly shifted back to serious. “We just wanna make sure that if things get particularly bad, you have a back-up plan. Y’know, in case you don’t wanna…” He paused, circling his hand. “…Go back to your parents’ place,” he finished quietly.
“You already know where my house is,” Sarah pointed out quietly. “It’s a bit out of the way compared to your place, but you could still get to it from school, so like…” She coughed uncomfortably. “I want to help. My parents would totally understand, a hundred percent.”
The two looked expectantly at Rose, who briefly lowered an eyebrow at both of them before turning to me with a neutral expression. “And my place is closer to yours,” she added quietly. “If you had zero other option, you could walk there. Bev would… hopefully understand.” She shook her head. “Who cares if she did? If you feel in danger or some shit, that’s not okay. We all want to help.” She was… avoiding looking me in the eye. It was weird.
Almost as weirdly, Sarah was totally okay with looking me in the eye, even though she could barely bring herself to even just last practice. She put a hand on Rose’s shoulder and began nodding at me. “This matters to us, Jason.”
Rose blushed, her face out of Sarah’s view, her eyes darting to the hand on her shoulder. I bet she was blushing at the touch of her ex. Wow, after all this time, after you broke up with her? Poor Rose…
“Turns out my house is farther from school than Sarah’s and farther from your place than Rose’s, so there’s not much I can add here,” Jack added.
“Jack, you literally brought it up and got us to meet him out here,” Sarah reminded him. “You’re doing more than, like, anybody here.”
God damn. This dude barely knew me. He barely fuckin’ knew me and he was putting in this much effort for me, over and over, even after I kept being a prick in front of him? What the fuck? “Why do you care so much, man?” I asked him, trying to keep my voice level.
He smiled and shrugged. “Let me know when you figure it out,” he told me. “But until then, I’m gonna keep caring, if that’s cool.”
I gave him a weird smile back. I didn’t even think I’d be smiling back, but somehow, Jack and I shared this weird moment of… like, understanding. “It’s cool,” I eventually told him. “Thanks. Um, all three of you are… really kind. This helps a lot.” I had a support network. I had friends. “I’ll only need it if things get rough.” But if things got rough, I had a way out. I had a fallback. I… I didn’t need to be… scared. “Thanks. Uh, thanks a… fucking million. This is really cool.”
Jack’s smile of understanding only continued, and he nodded a little – first at me, then at the others. The girls echoed the feeling, and Rose turned to the door. “We’ll give you some time alone out here if you want,” she added. “See you inside?”
“Yeah, I think that’s probably smart,” I admitted, and Rose walked back into the physics room, with Sarah following. Jack almost followed, but something inside me made me act.
“Yo, Jack.”
“Yo?” he replied, turning back around. I looked behind him to wait for the door to the physics room to close before I said anything next.
“You, uh, did something really good for me,” I began clumsily. “Can I return the favor?”
Jack’s look turned curious – very curious. “Return the favor?” he repeated.
I nodded.
“It sounds like you got something specific in mind, what’s going on?” he asked, taking a curious step then folding his arms.
I had no idea what I was doing here, but I knew I wanted to do it. It was time to use that time I snooped on Rose and Ryan for good. “I’ve… heard some things and I just happen to know that, I mean, if you did something simple, a few things might clear up for you,” I told him, feeling my face flush. This felt like a zero-budget spy movie. “But if I tell you, I don’t want you to ask how I know it or anything.”
“This sounds… serious,” Jack continued, then his face went white. “Is… is this about Sophie?”
“Is Sophie Ryan’s sister?” I asked.
Jack looked no less weirded out, but the answer clearly threw him for a loop. “Um, not at all?” he managed.
I couldn’t help but drink in the sight of Jack finally thrown off his game. Oh god, that was glorious… It was almost a shame to get him back on the same page as me. “Okay, then no,” I replied.
“Jesus, thank God…” Jack murmured, in a way that came across as genuinely relieved. Jeez, drama begets drama. “So what the hell is this about Ryan’s sister?” he asked in an almost exasperated tone.
Well, fuck it. I was through the looking glass now. “Again, don’t ask me what I know or how I know. But I’m guessing you did something bad, you feel bad, but you think moving on without saying anything is the play. But I happen to know that if you just addressed it head-on and directly told Ryan you were sorry about it, it would clear up a lot of shit immediately. It’s really weird talking about this, and I’m sorry.”
Jack, against all expectations, laughed slightly. “This is your idea of repaying the favor, huh?” he eventually asked. “How do you know-”
“I can’t say that, but just trust me. If you apologized, I know for a fact he’d accept it. I… I think you’re a good guy, and I’d rather other people see you as a good guy. Because you – I mean, you… deserve it.”
Jack seemed legitimately taken aback. Eventually, he looked off towards the room. “For a fact?” he asked.
“For a fact,” I confirmed.
“Cool,” he eventually said. “I can’t say no to a nice clean slate.” He pointed at me, even still while looking at the door to the physics room. “Whatever you heard, the Jack that did that is dead and buried. I don’t like him, I won’t ever be him again, and I’m gonna work hard every day to make sure I never even stand for that shit.”
Ignorance really was bliss, huh? Jeez. “I believe you,” I told him.
“Thanks for this,” Jack replied. “It’s not at all what I expected, and I could have lived without you knowing I did that, but I think it helps. Just, uh, please please please: Never say anything about it to Candy. She might… y’know. I can’t even think about losing her.”
“No problem,” I told him sincerely, with only me truly knowing how safe she was from learning about whatever happened from me.
Jack turned to me and nodded, before sauntering back inside. I took a moment to breathe a few times, but then when the door opened again and Jack and Ryan stepped outside, I realized I needed to give them some space and headed inside.
It was less than five minutes before Jack and Ryan were back inside again, and the energy was beyond different. When Ryan walked back in, I could have thought Jack was his best friend. It was clear that whatever happened was a load off of both of their shoulders, and as much as I suddenly kind of wanted to know what the hell happened, I also realized: I didn’t need to know. The fact they were happy with each other now was worth more than all the juicy drama in the world. Drama was fun, but living without it was… fulfilling.
The positive energy didn’t seem to end there. Chadwick was behind the big physics desk, opening some kind of box. “Ooh, good,” she murmured, peeking inside. “Okay, so, before we begin, I have a surprise for you all!”
“A surprise?” Candy asked.
“I ordered these a little bit ago, and it would have been nice if they came before Regionals, but…” Chadwick pulled a t-shirt out of the box and showed it to us. It was a black t-shirt with the iconic Hazelwood Hawk, our school’s mascot, carrying a scroll. “HAZELWOOD HIGH QUIZ BOWL 2016” was blazed across the top, and our names were all printed on the scroll. The Hawk looked incredibly heroic… almost familiarly so.
“Holy shit!” Sarah marveled.
“Chadwick…” Rose murmured.
“That’s so sick!” Jack practically gurgled.
“Who designed that?” Candy asked.
Chadwick beamed. “It turned out great, didn’t it Rose?”
All of us turned to Rose, who was sitting in her seat with a hand on her neck. She saw we were waiting for her to say something and regained her composure. “I thought it was just a suggestion,” Rose quietly told her. “You actually did it.”
“I absolutely did,” Chadwick replied. “I’d say your design looks pretty darn good.”
“Hell yes it does,” I agreed.
“That’s so cool. I’m gonna wear this all the time,” Ryan added.
Chadwick doled out the t-shirts to all of us. Ryan Jack Candy and I stood around the front of the room holding our t-shirts up against ourselves, while Rose sat down just staring at her t-shirt laid across her desk, with Sarah sitting behind her.
After laying the shirt overtop his own a few times, Jack looked across the room. “Okay, hope this is okay, but I gotta check out how this looks,” he laughed, taking off his own t-shirt, accidentally showing off his naked chest while hurriedly putting on his new shirt.
“Jack~!” Chadwick laughed in amused shock, while Candy jokingly made a wolf call at Jack’s exposed torso.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Ryan added, ditching his own shirt as well.
“Oh my God,” Sarah laughed.
“Ooookay, I’m sitting this one out,” Candy joked, sitting down at a nearby desk, while the rest of us laughed.
Jack had put on his new shirt by now, and was looking down at it. “Oh yeah, this is sick,” he told himself with a nod, then looked at me. “What’re we thinking, Jason?” No pressur-” He cut himself off with a laugh when he saw me taking off my shirt. “That’s what I’m talking about, let’s gooo~!” he chortled with a clap. I thought I’d feel kinda insecure taking off my shirt in front of this group, but I felt secure… safe. I felt… comfortable. Huh…
Plus, the shirt was on in a matter of seconds, even if the two to three seconds I was putting it on felt so much longer when people could see my stomach. As Jack Ryan and Candy cheered, I grinned at them and looked around the room… and noticed Rose.
She was still sitting at her desk, and was still staring at the shirt in front of her, but was now beet-red, with her eyes a little more open than they were before. She didn’t move at first, but with the velocity of a bullet, she got up and beelined out of the room, practically sprinting to the hallway, quickly opening the door and slamming in it in a hurry behind her.
“Woah!” Jack exclaimed. “That was – is she good?”
“This is probably a lot for her,” Chadwick noted, then looked back towards the box. “Maybe I should have let her know about this first… I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“She clearly loved it,” Ryan interjected, wanting to soothe people with his signature “I’m sure, guys” voice. “Honestly, she’s probably just feeling a lot and needs to be on her own for a bit. I’ve seen it before.”
That seemed to satisfy the room, but I couldn’t help thinking… someone here probably saw her at her most emotional before. My eyes travelled back to Sarah, seeing her still sitting at the desk behind Sarah’s. She caught my look and gave me a shrug.
Sarah knew what got Rose like that… and she was sitting right behind her… did Sarah say something to make Rose like that…?
***
“And what, you think they’re gonna get back together?” Sammy asked me innocently yet peppily.
I shrugged. “No clue. It would be cool though. I don’t even remember the last time I saw the two of them actually getting along.”
Sammy smiled. “See?” she asked smugly. “The Drama can still be fun even when it’s, like, benevolent.” She danced on her heels for a second as she worked at the stove, then produced a spoon. “Wanna taste?”
“If you’re cooking for me then I need to cook for you too,” I murmured, unable to hide my embarrassment. I was the man. Wasn’t I supposed to provide for her or something?
“I’ve been cooking all my life. You haven’t gotten the opportunity,” she pointed out, letting me take the spoon.
I expected to just taste rice, but when I put the spoon in my mouth, I tasted this savory yet creamy sensation. I let it fill my mouth, then slowly swallowed. “Woah…”
“The magic of risotto,” she laughed, enjoying my facial expression. “There’s a reason the big cooking world can’t get enough of it.”
“That’s, like… you’re so good at cooking!” I marveled.
“I mean I hope so, but honestly, risotto is stupid easy to make if you know how to do it,” she replied coolly. She saw I was still shocked and giggled. “Stop being so cute,” she added, giving me a quick kiss.
When she kissed me, I couldn’t resist sliding my hands down to her waist and giving her one more kiss, then another, then another… It was only when Sammy let her first moan loose into my mouth that she pulled away, albeit with a blush and a playful smirk.
“Kitchen,” she reminded me humorously.
“Yeah, pretend like you don’t want me to keep going,” I noted smugly.
“Shut up,” she murmured. “Yes, but shut up.”
She went back to cooking and I chewed on more than her risotto; her words were still on my mind. “Do you think it’s still The Drama even when it’s stuff like what happened between Jack and Ryan?”
“You mean the making-up stuff?” she asked, a little absent-mindedly. She shrugged. “I’d say so, but I don’t know the full story without even knowing what Jack did to Ryan’s sister.”
“I dunno, but I’m gonna guess it’s something like what Daniel did to Rita,” I noted, remembering one of the stories Sammy told.
“Oof, that bad?” she asked with sympathy.
“Sure sounded like it, but I also kinda wanna go my whole life not knowing,” I admitted honestly.
“And that makes you a better person than me,” Sammy laughed, beginning to plate the food.
I scoffed, and began to set the table. “I think I’ve given you a billion reasons why you’re better than me, actually,” I admitted, putting down the plates.
She didn’t say anything more until the table was fully set, then turned to look at me with a kind of weird expression. “Can I tell you something?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Of course.”
“My last boyfriend, when we broke up, me and him went south, real fast,” she admitted. “Then he called me shallow. He said that the moments we shared together didn’t feel genuine. He said I act nice, but I’m not actually nice. What did he mean?”
I paused, chuckling in confusion. “I don’t know him, I couldn’t tell you. You’re a wonderful girlfriend, Sammy. You literally just made me food.”
“Yeah, but that’s, like, something I did for you. Am I actually nice? Think back to when we were in the car-”
“Sammy, I don’t wanna think back to-”
“No but like, when you were at your angriest at me. You said I was selfish, and I was being selfish. I don’t wanna be selfish.”
I looked at the food. “I hope that’s not why you did this,” I told her.
“No, but like…” she trailed off, and didn’t say anything for a bit. “I don’t want to be like that again. How can I actually be nice instead of just acting nice?”
“Sammy,” I nearly laughed, “did you consider that maybe your ex just wanted to say something that would hurt you?”
“Sure, but like, people don’t say random shit to hurt people. They say things that are true.”
“Some don’t,” I rebutted.
“I find that hard to believe,” she countered.
“I don’t, and I have lived experience,” I pointed out.
“Oh.” She bit her lip nervously. “Right. Uh, sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I told her calmly. “Um, I think that a lot of the time, people will say whatever they think will hurt others the most. It’s often true shit because, y’know, truth hurts. But if the goal of saying something is to make someone feel like shit, why not say the thing that hurts the most?”
“The thing that hurts the most, huh?” she repeated, then sighed, putting the risotto bowl onto the table. “Yeah, I guess that tracks.”
I saw her mood shift and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her stomach from behind and holding her close. “I don’t give a shit what anyone else says,” I told her supportively. “You’re not shallow. This feels genuine. You’re my fucking girlfriend, and I love being with you.”
She turned around, her eyes full of warmth. “I… would it be shallow to say something so soon…?”
I got butterflies. “Say what?”
She bit her lip and looked at me for a long time, and we both just started giggling. “Yeah, that,” she admitted. Out of instinct, she stepped forward to meet me in an embrace, and set her head down on my chest to hear my heartbeat. “It’s beating so fast, baby,” she murmured, and looked up at me. “Two words.”
“Three.”
“Oh, oops,” she laughed. “Sorry, I’m, uh, flustered. I wanna save it for a special occasion, but… I…” Her voice got quiet. “I also wanna say it so badly.”
“We’re bad at controlling ourselves,” I laughed, still holding her.
“I’m really not is the funny part,” she admitted, both her hands on my chest too. “I’m gonna say it soon. I promise. I just hope it’s not… too soon.”
You know what was silly? Sure, it felt too soon, but it didn’t feel wrong. Sometimes you just… get lucky in life, and sometimes it just feels right. With Sammy, it felt right. When we broke the hug and looked into each other’s eyes, we were lost in a kiss seconds later. My heart swelled, and I almost felt like tearing up. There wasn’t anything rational about it, but fuck it, I felt it. I loved Sammy.
She broke from the kiss, her eyes sparkling. She sighed and leaned her head down on my chest, chuckling to herself. “Y’know,” she began slowly, “I just wanna say that this isn’t just what I do or something. I’ve, um… never moved this fast with a boy.”
“Is it bad?” I asked out of instinct.
“No, but I do think we need to realize how… intense this is,” she reflected, and moved her head up. “I mean, maybe that’s me telling on myself. I feel like this is intense.”
“Ohhhh yeah,” I agreed emphatically, coupled with a big nod. “But also, I mean… what are you doing next weekend?”
Sammy chuckled, nervously touching her hair and walking back to the table. “Yeah, I was just thinking of that,” she confessed.
“Is it bad to move fast when it feels… really good?” I asked gingerly.
Sammy started to sigh, but the sigh turned into a throaty knowing chuckle. “…Could it be before next weekend?” she asked, just as gingerly.
My eyes flickered down to the table. “You’re lucky we have a meal to eat right now,” I told her, half-humorously, half-seriously.
“Promises promises,” she joked.
***
After the plates were off the table, we barely made it five minutes before the door to her room was shut and my back was up against the wall.
In the most exciting and thrilling way possible, neither one of us could control ourselves. It almost felt dangerous, but like, a good kind of dangerous. The kind where both of us were happy to be vulnerable and surrender away our ‘thinking better’ if it meant getting to be in each other’s arms, and pressed up against each other’s bodies.
Us asking if we were busy soon turned out to be the tip of the iceberg. I couldn’t help my hands when we were alone together, and she didn’t want me to. Sammy didn’t even flinch as her shirt came off, and she proudly jutted her chest out at me when my hands began to wander… and touch, and tease, and titillate.
“I want you,” I could barely breathe into her neck. “I want to taste you again. Take your… fucking pants off.”
It came out as a gruff growling command more than anything. I never heard myself talk like that. I never thought I would say something in that kind of voice. Being around Sammy just made it come out, with absolutely no regret or hesitation.
Sammy didn’t hesitate either. She just moaned to the heavens and gleefully complied, telling me with her actions that if she was taking everything but her bra off, I at least had to take my own shirt off in solidarity. I didn’t refuse, and soon, we migrated to the bed, our lips still locked, with both of our shirts off and her pants long since ditched.
There was no uncertainty like last time. There was no bashfulness. There was only an animal need we allowed to stay dormant as long as we were around others. She sat upright on the bed, breathing hard, spreading her legs for me. Her face was flushed, and the shy vulnerability was clearly evident on her face, but it was no match for the burning need she felt, and I matched her completely. With sureness I wasn’t even aware I had, I got down on my knees and, gently yet roughly, moved her panties to the side. I was rewarded with the object of my adoration, and dove right in.
I was immediately rewarded with a needy, adorable moan from Sammy, as well as her squeezing her thighs around my head. I could feel her heels hit my back, and I moved in further to match her energy, my tongue doing the rest of the work. Everything I found out the last time, I used to my advantage, and from her reactions, it was clear I had leveled up.
“Oh my – oh fuck, Jason, Jasonnn, you’re good – you’re so good – oh my fucking grragh~” she moaned, grabbing onto my hair and moving her hips into my face so hard it felt like she was fucking my mouth. Every movement dripped with passion (among other things) and it was almost difficult to keep up with my mouth’s movements. Still, I liked the challenge, and was all too happy to keep up.
It was almost like we were competing. When I found a good groove and drove Sammy crazy, she’d change up her movements and go a little harder, making me adapt to her new rhythm. And every time, I adapted, and she went a little crazier. The one time I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, she was breathing through her mouth, and her face was covered with a light sheen of sweat. I knew my face looked no better, but there was a kind of pride to knowing I made my girlfriend feel like that. Hell, there wa a kind of pride to knowing a sexy creature like that was my girlfriend to begin with. I wanted to be everything to her. I wanted to please her. I wanted her to go crazy for me.
All too quickly and yet after sustained efforts, it was clear the showstopper was approaching. Sammy’s thighs rhythmically squeezed my head and her hands went back and forth between caressing my hair and frantically grabbing it. My own tongue went back and forth between playing with her cute little clit and playing with all the spots along her folds – every little touch that would make her jump, tense and jitter with pleasure. It was like I could physically feel the spring winding up inside her, getting tighter and tighter until the release finally came.
Sammy covered her mouth with her hand, squeezing her eyes shut and moaning “Jason, please, I-I’m~” into it. The point of no return had arrived, and I was happy to help her ride all the way through it. I felt the telltale convulsions of her muscles, followed by the prolonged shuddering. Her body practically physically shook with her orgasm, while the cutest and neediest moan rang through her hand. I could feel the throbbing sensations of her pussy around my tongue, with her juices leaking out alongside every throb. Her other hand grabbed onto the top of my head and hung on for dear life throughout her earthquake of an orgasm, almost hurting with how hard she was holding on.
We remained there, holding each other in the most intimate yet carnal way, in a way that almost somehow felt too lucky and too perfect, for a while. Eventually she released her grip on me, and I slowly retracted my now-drenched face. We looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds… before devolving into a fit of near-nervous laughter.
“H-how’re ya doing down there?” she bashfully asked.
I stared at her for a bit, and something came over me. I felt the need to say it. “I love making you feel good so fucking much,” I told her.
She stared at me for a bit, a smile growing and fading over and over like a tidal wave on her face. Eventually, she spoke.
“I’m… so lucky. How did I get so lucky?”
“I feel the same way,” I replied. It was like she transformed right in front of my face. It was the same Sammy, but even just looking at her made me… giggly. Nervous.. It filled me with warmth. It made me feel things that a part of me felt shallow and silly for feeling, and yet…
…
…And yet.
Even with me sitting there and her sitting in front of me, legs spread, we just remained there and giggled for a little bit. But not like a nervous giggle – a giggle of understanding. every look communicated something we couldn’t say in words, and yet, fully understood.
I opened my mouth. “Do we just… get each other?”
“I was just thinking that,” she replied. “I, uh… I…”
I smiled at her.
“I shouldn’t say it,” she finished sheepily.
“You… don’t have to,” I replied, getting up.
“I want to,” she continued.
“Yeah, but we can save it for when it feels fully right to say,” I offered, sitting next to her on the bed.
She laid her head down on my shoulder and eventually, emitted a single chuckle. “Yeah, okay,” she conceded. “That’s probably the smarter thing to do.”
“And for what it’s worth…” I told her, staring straight forward. “Whatever you were about to say… me too.”
I felt her kiss the side of my neck. I didn’t look at her. I didn’t need to. She just got me. I felt seen, but in the best way. In a way I never once felt before. In a way where… it was dumb, but I never wanted to leave her side. I just wanted to be around her.
Jeez. Was this it? Was I… in love…? I knew I felt it once or twice, and could tell myself, but… was I… in love? Was this what it felt like? Because it felt fucking fantastic.
***
It’s weird how the switch flipped without there being some kind of big event to kick it off. There wasn’t a big talk like the one in the car. It wasn’t any particular first for us. It just kind of crept up on us one day.
We hung out two days later, despite neither of us planning for it. Sammy just texted me, pretending she had free time and was asking casually. I pretended to consider it before saying yes. When we got in the car, she and I shared one look before we started laughing. We both knew the jig was up. As we drove to the park, we both talked about how badly we needed to see each other, how we gave each other one look and just knew, and how weird it was how quickly and how well we connected.
I started to get better and better at texting on my shitty flip phone all because I couldn’t go even a few hours after school without texting her. I started dreaming about her. I even told Hailey about her.
“No way!” Hailey gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, a smile behind the hand. As she digested the information, her smile turned smug. “And is it all because you…” she trailed off. When I just shrugged at her in confusion, she beamed. “Is it all because you joined a club at school, like I told you to?”
I rolled my eyes. “Leave it to you to make it all about you, Hailey,” I grumbled, walking back to my room.
“You’re welcooome~!” Hailey sang defiantly as I closed the door behind me. I chuckled, shaking my head and setting my backpack down, sparing a glance at the brochure laying at the corner of my desk.
I frowned to myself, but not because of my parents or anything. They were as great as ever, but they weren’t who I thought of whenever I saw that brochure. Instead, I thought of the person I kind of didn’t keep in contact with this week: Rose.
It was almost weirdly selfish of me. Sure, I may have been dreaming about her, but I wasn’t keeping up with her. To be fair, that was just dream stuff – y’know, fantasies. It wasn’t like I owed her anything just because my dreams found her hot. Or – because I found the dream version of her hot. Or – my subconscious found the idea of her hot? Whatever. I shrugged and threw caution to the wind. I looked her up on my phone and hit the call button, and put the phone to my ear.
It only rang once before I heard her pick up. “What’s going on?” she asked immediately, in a weirdly invested tone for her.
“Hey Rose,” I replied. “Uh, y’know, not much. I just realized we haven’t really actually talked in a while.”
No voice came from the other end of the line. “…Hello?” I asked.
I heard her cough from the other end of the phone, then sigh. “Sorry, uh-” she replied, sounding a little distracted. “Uh, hey. Um, I… thought that this was an emergency.”
“An emergency?” I asked, lying back onto my bed.
“Yeah. A, um, family emergency,” she replied with a meaningful tone.
“Oh. Oh shit, my bad. Nah, uh – nah. Honestly, I just realized that I haven’t really talked to you much lately and I just wanted to check in.”
“What do you mean, ‘check in’?” Rose’s skeptical tone rang from the phone.
Despite everything, I had to smile. Maybe it was from being happy with Sammy or some shit, but I wanted to be honest with Rose and make her feel like she was my friend and stuff. “I mean I missed you, dude,” I chuckled. “I just wanted to talk, and you know how it is when we text.”
There was another pause from the other end of the line. “Um, that’s nice and all, Jason,” Rose eventually replied. “You’re a, uh, good friend, but – I feel like a dick, but this isn’t the best time.”
“Oh,” I replied, feeling a little silly, then realizing something. “Wait, like, you’re with someone right now?”
“Let’s not get into why,” she replied tersely. Of course, whenever people say ‘let’s not get into why,’ people start playing detective and shit, and it was only then that I realized Rose sounded just a liiiiiittle bit more breathless than usual. “We can talk at Quiz Bowl, okay?”
I sat up on my bed. “Wait, actually? Are you with someone?” I asked, trying to communicate with my tone that I was only happy for her if she was.
“Goodbye, Jason,” she half-sighed, but… half-chuckled. It was definitely an “I’m annoyed at you” chuckle, but it was Rose – it didn’t feel bad at all. The beep told me that she hung up, and I smiled to myself as I looked at the phone and closed it.
A big part of me hoped that, of all things, maybe she was with Sarah again. That would have been so cool. What if our group was healing and shit? Ryan forgives Jack, Sarah and Rose set up safety measures for me, and Rose and Sarah get back together. That would have been so cool.
Like, genuinely. It would have been so cool if they got back together. I would have been so happy for them. Like, Rose deserved it. She deserved someone – some girl to make her happy, and Sarah was alright too. And hey, Sarah definitely didn’t not deserve it. If they ended up back together, even secretly, that would have been awesome. I could congratulate Rose the same way she congratulated me. I would be a great friend for her, wishing her well on her new, y’know, relationship. Well, the same relationship. The most important thing would be, Rose would be happy. With someone else. Well, someone. That would be great.
***
“Do it, you fucking pussy,” Rose taunted, getting on all fours and looking behind her. “Shut me up the best way you know how.”
I laughed as I lined myself up with her. “If I wanted to shut you up, I would have gone for your mouth,” I told her gruffly, slowly pushing in.
“Aaaahn~”
“But I want to hear you moan,” I finished the thought, feeling myself bottom out inside her.
“Fuuuck,” Rose moaned. “Oh my fucking God, Jason, you feel so fucking good inside me…” She started to move her hips back to meet me, desperate to get going as soon as she felt me. “You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine.”
I slapped her ass – even her ass was firm and muscular. It felt so good to slap, and to hold. Her svelte, skinny-built body allowed for all kinds of acrobatic positions, but despite everything, my favorite way to take her was like this, especially when…
On cue, Rose groaned and her arms gave out, and her face fell into the pillow. Her legs stayed up and her back still arched, which only gave me easier access to her pussy; an opportunity I eagerly accepted. Knowing her, she was going to start either moaning incoherently or drooling into the pillow any second now.
God, I loved fucking her.
***
“Please, do it, Jason,” Sammy begged, sweetly yet needily. “I… I really want it.”
It came as both a complete surprise and the most expected thing on Earth. The sweeter we got around each other, the more our passion burned for each other. Sammy and I were inseparable for the last week or so, and we both knew we wanted it more and more every time we saw each other. Sammy held up the condom in her hand, a sheepish blush spreading across her face, despite how ready we both felt.
“I really want it too,” I breathed, taking the condom from her. “Are… do you think we’re ready?”
Sammy bit her lip and nodded. It was kind of funny – I thought my first time would be more monumental, like it was a special occasion or something. I thought it would have more buildup or be this pivotal moment. And yet, today was like any other day, after making out with my hot, amazing, wonderful girlfriend. It just would also be the day that, as they say, I would have been changed forever.
But also, today was the day I’d get to fuck my girlfriend. Who needed it to be special? After all, we were going to keep doing it again and again after this. We could be sentimental about our first time and make it happen in a horse-drawn carriage or some shit, or we could just… do what feels right.
Despite my nerves, I applied the condom quickly and smoothly, and looked into Sammy’s eyes with determination. Her gaze met mine with the same sureness. “This is actually happening,” I murmured, almost to myself.
“Yeah,” Sammy murmured, the flush still painting her face. “Are you good?”
“Yeah, are you?” I asked, almost breathlessly.
“Yeah,” she confirmed, and moved her body a little forward. She was lying down on the bed, her legs spread, waiting for me. There was not a shred of clothing on either of us, and neither of us felt embarrassed or even that shy. We just knew… how much of a leap this was going to be.
Even still, it felt right. I inched closer to her, angling myself with her, and looked into her eyes. Slowly, I pushed forwards, and she sighed slightly, closing her eyes and grunting.
I stopped. “Sorry, are you-”
“No no, all good,” she replied, eyes still closed. She slowly opened them and smiled at me. “I’m savoring the moment, Jason. I told you, it doesn’t actually hurt as long as-”
“You use lube, yeah,” I replied with a nod, remembering what she told me. I was glad the condom came lubed-up; somehow, using lube sounded complicated. I moved forwards again, and my pulsating cock lined up with Sammy’s spread labia, with my throbs making it lightly tab against them, again and again.
Sammy looked down and bit her lip. “Ready to have sex with your girlfriend, Jason?” she asked.
“Are you ready to get fucked by your boyfriend?” I asked her in response.
Her smile went from tender to sarcastic. “Oh okay, are we making a game out of this now?” she challenged with a laugh. “What are the stakes; first one to cum has to buy the other dinner?”
I laughed too, but our laughter eventually gave way to another round of tender silence. Despite her joking spirit, Sammy’s chest was rising and falling with her breath. “I’m ready, just so you know,” she told me in a gentle voice after a bit.
“I know, I just…” I trailed off.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice full of sudden concern.
“No! No. It’s just… I feel…” I could feel myself blush. “I feel lucky.”
Sammy smiled. “Me too,” she replied, her voice above a whisper. She slowly reached forward and slowly, gently wrapped her hand around my dick. “Now get this in me before the lube dries up.”
Yup, lube was definitely complicated. I nodded and inched forward one final time, experimentally pushing forward… and feeling myself slowly sinking inside, inch by nervous inch. This was it. Jason Unruh was officially a man.
We both exhaled slowly, then giggled together again at how in sync we were. “Are you okay?” I asked her after a bit.
“This isn’t my first rodeo,” Sammy chuckled, then touched my hand. “And you’re being gentle. This isn’t a porn story, I’m not gonna bleed and you don’t have to wait for me to get used to it.”
I nodded and began to move my hips back and forth, getting used to taking Sammy for the first time. Even with the latex between us, the feeling was even better than what I imagined (or dreamed) it would ever be, and it helped seeing Sammy close her eyes, let her head hang back, and murmur, “Oh God” in an intense, thick voice. And I sure as hell couldn’t blame her. It felt like the sensations alone were making my hips work on their own. Any conscious thought in my mind became this blurred out-of-reach mist, dispelled by just one dominating thought: “Fuck her. Fuck her deeper, and fuck her harder.”
Listening to the thought made Sammy gasp in surprise, followed by a shockingly loud moan. Wow, either her parents were oblivious as fuck or they were cool with her, but either way, I was in no position to sotp. As I found a good rhythm and started bottoming out inside of her, Sammy opened her eyes, looking at me dreamily yet in some state of sexed-up shock, with her mouth in an “O” shape the whole time.
It was almost funny. Before it actually happened, we kept asking and telling each other how much we wanted it and walking on eggshells until it was inside. But after it was, all hell broke loose. Our gentle giggly lovemaking quickly gave way to something much more primal, and animal. Pretty soon, Sammy was gripping the sheets on her bed, laying fully back, but also, wrapping her legs around me. “Oh fuck…” she moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good Jason, you feel way too fucking good…”
I grunted in response. I wasn’t much of a talker at the best of times, and that was without the feelings of my girlfriend’s pussy overwhelming me. I went from having my hands on the mattress to grabbing the bed’s headboard, moving my body towards it and making my thrusts deeper and rougher.
Sammy immediately felt the difference. “Ohffuck, oh fuck, yes, just like that, just like fucking that, umffgh, unnnh, ohmyfffuck, Jason, holy fuck Jason, nngh, nnnh…”
Even while thrusting, I had to chuckle. “Baby, aren’t your parents home?” I laughed, keeping up my thrusting. My body kept moving on its own. Thank fuck I was wearing the condom, because I probably wasn’t going to be able to stop of my own accord. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one that got lost in the heat of the moment – Sammy started covering her mouth the moment I mentioned her parents. Fuck, so it wasn’t even them being cool…
…It was that it really felt that good for her.
I picked up speed, wanting to give Sammy the performance of a lifetime. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to… make her lose control and moan like that again. I loved how intense she was, and I could only hope that as I felt my own orgasm approaching, that she was having as much of a mind-melting experience as I was. Luckily, if the way she was moaning into her hand was any indication, she absolutely was. I could only hope that she was losing control of herself the way I was – and from the way my breathing evolved into grunting, then into groaning, it was safe to say she knew how much I was losing control.
“Mmh, fuck yes, Jason – are you gonna cum, baby? Do it, do it inside me,” she moaned in a sultry yet downright desperate voice. “Do it, baby… I wish I could feel it inside me. I want you to cum inside me, Jason. Cum in me, baby, come on, I want it, I need it so bad…”
Her words pushed me over the edge. With a final grunt, I thrust forward, earning another moan from Sammy, and felt the torrent begin. In the heat of the moment, I pretended there was no condom between us and I was actually filling Sammy up with my load, and I would have bet money she was picturing the exact same thing, especially from the way she moaned – not like a slut, but like a needy, sexed-up girlfriend. My girlfriend.
God, I loved her.
***
I smirked to myself as I read Sammy’s cute little “have fun at quiz bowl, baby! Thinking of youuuu~” text. I was basically now a self-taught master at texting on a flip-phone, and replied within seconds.
I closed the phone and opened the door to the room to see Chadwick setting up the buzzers, and Jack, Sarah, and Rose all sitting in their spots. Jack was wearing the Quiz Bowl t-shirt, as was Rose. “Aha!” Jack began in a jokingly aggressive tone, pointing at me. “Another traitor!”
Sarah smirked. “Told you we weren’t all going to wear the shirts,” she fired in Jack’s direction. “And I went out with Ryan at lunch – he’s not wearing it either.”
I was so stupid. Sarah was with Ryan now. Sarah was with Ryan now. How could I forget that?! There was no way Rose was getting with Sarah. Not unless-
…
Not unless, y’know, the one way they could be getting together like this. I shot a look at Sarah, then at Rose… and Rose caught my gaze and looked away. Did she… guess what I was thinking? Was that actually what was going on? It would have been nuts if Sarah was cheating on Ryan with her fucking ex…
…But enh. It wasn’t like I was in a position to throw stones; not with the glass house me and Sarah got together. Even though I ended it, I still kinda did things, so…
“…Earth to Jason?” Sarah asked.
“Damn, the rare ‘Jason is thinking’ face,” Jack laughed. “You look like you’re pondering the universe, dude. Isn’t Candy the overthinker here?”
“Hey!” Candy interjected with some kind of tone indicating she was in on the joke. Damn, she was here? How long had I been standing there thinking? No wonder overthinking sucked. I shook my head and shrugged. “Long day,” I threw out, then sat next to Rose. “How’s it going?”
“Fine,” Rose replied, looking intently at her buzzer. I stared at her for a bit – long enough to make her look away from the buzzer into my eyes… but then she looked away immediately, back to the buzzer. “Staring is rude,” she added.
“So is lying to a friend,” I replied in a quiet voice, aware that the others were talking amongst themselves.
Most people would have been thrown off, but Rose didn’t miss a beat. “And what did I lie to you about, pray tell?” she asked calmly and quietly.
“You lied by admission. You’re not telling me-”
“That’s ‘omission,’” she corrected me coolly.
“Oh neat, you know the term. So you’re probably smart enough to tell when it’s happening. What gives?” I asked.
She stared at her buzzer for a bit, then gave a single scoff-laugh. “Not bad,” she eventually admitted, but said nothing else.
“Is everything okay?” I finally asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” she replied.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked.
“Probably not,” she admitted.
“You know that if something is going on, you can tell me, and I wouldn’t judge at all,” I told her.
“I’m not telling you, and you need to accept that,” she replied sternly.
“It’s funny how you keep telling me that. It’s funny how you’re the one that always gets to decide-”
“It’s funny how your phone just vibrated,” Rose cut in bitterly. “What if it’s an emergency? You should check it out.”
Obvious deflection. “It’s probably just Sammy,” I replied. “So-”
“Just Sammy?” she cut in with disgust in her tone. She looked at me with disappointed eyes. “She’s still your girlfriend, right?”
“Of course she’s still my girlfriend, why the fuck- do – do you think we wouldn’t have lasted this long or something?” I demanded.
Her eyes danced around the room even as her head remained in place. “We’re going to get too involved and loud soon,” she observed. “Um, I’m, uh, sorry.”
I blinked and realized I was leaning forward, and leaned back. “Good call,” I replied. “I’m, uh, sorry too.”
“Cool.”
“I’m not going to accept it.”
“What?” she asked in shock.
I kept quiet and maintained, but shrugged. “Just this once, I’m not going to accept that you won’t tell me. Something is bothering you, and Rose, I get you’re a private person or some shit, but this shit is… either you’re carrying an amazingly crazy secret that for some reason you can’t tell anyone, or something is really hurting you. I’m, like… worried about you. I want to help.”
Rose didn’t say anything and went back to looking at the buzzer, this time with a blush on her face.
“Is it a happy secret or is it hurting you?” I asked. “Let’s start there.”
“Jason, Rose, is that okay?” Chadwick cut in.
I snapped back to reality. “Huh, what?” I asked, whipping her head to look at Chadwick.
Jack’s voice rang from the back of the room. “Ryan texted me saying he’ll be another five minutes, I wanna tell him if we can chill and wait until he comes in to start,” he told me.
“Oh, uh, sure,” I replied.
“No objections,” Rose’s flat unimpeded voice followed.
“Cool, annnnnd sent,” Jack replied. Amateur. He had a touch screen.
For the next few seconds, people awkwardly went back to talking to each other. I kind of figured Rose would have taken the opportunity to drop it – her next move surprised me.
“Both.”
“Both?” I asked.
“And that’s all you’re getting. I’m serious,” she told me with a voice akin to threatening to bomb a country.
I turned back to look at Sarah, who was talking to Candy about some TV show. Eventually, I turned back. “I think I can guess what’s up,” I told Rose seriously.
Rose looked at me, then back at Sarah, then back at me. Her expression soured. “What are you talking about?”
“Rose, if something is happening again between you two… I wouldn’t blab,” I told her with the most serious voice in the world. “I wouldn’t even judge. I mean, I’m not proud of it, but I was kind of there myself. I know how much she-”
“Meant. To me.” Rose cut in sharply, somehow without raising her volume at all. “No. I would never mess around with someone in a relationship. Ever.”
I paused. “Well, I guess that makes you a better person than me,” I tried to make light.
“Guess so,” Rose replied.
“So then-”
Rose grabbed the desk with both hands and turned to me, a damn-near crazy look on her face. “Sit somewhere else,” she barked in a normal-volume voice that everyone could hear. “Right now.”
The whole room paused. “Rose,” Chadwick began disapprovingly, “please try-”
“Nah, it’s cool,” I replied. “This is her de-escalating and shit. I get this is her making sure she doesn’t get mad. I was, uh, prying into her business.” I got up, and gently threw my hands up in a surrender. “And for the record, I’m sorry.”
Rose didn’t reply, and kept looking at the buzzer. As I went to another desk, Chadwick awkwardly added, “Oh. Okay then… Well, thank you for being mature about it, Jason.”
“That’s what being in a sappy relationship does to a mofo,” Jack added from the back of the room, his shit-eating grin audible in his tone.
Even as Chadwick piped up about how “mofo” wasn’t a term the school could approve of, I couldn’t help but turn around and give Jack a knowing smirk. He returned it with an eyebrow raise before looking back at Chadwick with a somber expression of understanding. I looked at the others and saw that Candy and Sarah were both smiling at me too – damn, even Sarah. I guess the drama of the group really was healing.
Well, as one door opened, another seemed to remain firmly shut. I looked back at Rose to see that her eyes were now closed, and she was holding the buzzer against her forehead. She wasn’t crying, but she was clearly focusing on clearing her head.
I stared at her for a bit. I wanted to give her space and shit, but I also could see what this was doing to her, and… fuck that. She was my friend. I whipped out my flip phone and began a serious session of Text Fu.
I dunno if u can’t see how this is affecting u but i can. im worried. sooner or later somethings gotta give. please let me at least be a listening ear. i care about u and i hate seeing u like this. i wont judge, but i wont let this go. im not gonna sit around and wait for u to explode.
Rose picked up the phone as soon as it buzzed, and in another move that shocked me, read the whole thing and calmly replied to it, finishing just as Ryan came in.
You cant help. Let me explode in peace.
“Yo!” Ryan called out. “Sorry about that. I had to meet with Mr. Graves about an upcoming – whatever, it doesn’t matter. We all set up?” I gave him a friendly nod before going back to my phone.
Fuck that. u matter. ur not exploding, not without me there
Okay, so it sounded better in my head. Rose read it and gave me a baffled look across the room, so I waved my hand in a ‘one sec’ kind of way and typed.
I just mean like, if u do explode, i want to be the first one u contact. But also I dont want u exploding at all. I want to help.
Rose stared at her phone for a longer time than usual, and as everyone was getting ready to begin the round, she typed out a small reply.
If you want to help, go to the alternative table and swap out with me. I dont want to sit next to you today. If you want to help thats what you can do. & if you dont want to do that then go fuck yourself.
Rose’s phone hit the desk with a loud enough clang to make Candy yelp, then giggle. “Oh wow,” she laughed as Ryan and Jack joined in. “I don’t think I’ve ever made that noise before in my life.”
“You good, Queen Dramatic?” Ryan laughed at Rose.
“Um, you all good if I start on Alternatives?” I asked, bringing everyone’s attention away from her. “I feel kinda… out of it. I dunno. Y’know.”
Ryan shrugged. “Sure, man,” he tossed out. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah, totally,” I replied, going to the Alternatives table and sitting next to Sarah. She gave me a slightly worried expression and I flashed her a thumbs-up. She, in turn, mouthed a single word.
“Parents?”
I shook my head no and she nodded. Right before the game began, I got my final text from Rose I would get for the next few days.
Thanks. Sorry. I know Im being difficult. Its not personal.
Jeez, it was kinda hard to believe it wasn’t personal when she told me not to sit next to her, but whatever. At some point she’d break and tell me, and I’d be there for her. And after that, she owed me a million for the shit she was putting me through. Sure, she was worth it, but she really liked to push my fuckin’ buttons sometimes.
With nothing else to do, I started texting Sammy, and thanks to Rose pissing me off, I elected to tell her what just went down. Sammy, being Sammy, replied telling me to tell her if I found out what was going on, but her text afterwards sobered me.
Remember, you’re her friend. Unless you pulled some shit and she’s not ready to talk about it, friends don’t treat friends like this. I get you want to be there for her, but you’re allowed to put your foot down when she’s being too mean to you just because she’s stressed. I’m worried about you. You’re a good friend but she needs to be a good friend too. Make good choices, and care about yourself. ❤
I put my hand in front of my mouth reading that. I didn’t know if it was the fact that I knew I’d never hear my parents say anything close to that, or if it was because it was such a contrast to Rose’s behavior, but something about her text got my eyes misty.
As I closed my flip phone, Sarah once again got my attention, this time by tapping me on the shoulder. I turned to look at her – because the others were busy answering trivia, she just looked at me seriously and gave me a thumbs-up and moved it back and forth to and from thumbs-down, asking me if I was okay.
I couldn’t help whispering my reply, wanting to tell someone out loud:
“I love Sammy.”
Sarah smiled and outstretched her arms, giving me a hug. I gladly accepted, and she whispered in my ear, “I’m so glad, Jason. Honestly and truly, I’m so glad.” These people were definitely my family. And, God help me, Sammy was my future.
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