Everything changed when David left the reformatory. He's a junior, like me, like everyone in our network. But the difference, he was unbeatable. Nothing gets in his way.
It started in 2019 when he beat the fuck in some college guy. After the sue, his father sent him to Dronfield High to cover up the story. Today, January 5th, David was back.
I was watching him across the cafeteria, high-fiving his homies and hugging the cheerleaders.
In the 4th period, I was in bio. My lab partner got sick, so I had to team up with David and his friend, Lisa. We were supposed to explain the Water Cycle through a fish tank full of rocks, earth, plants, and, of course, water. Â Mr. Looney gave the necessary equipment to us to create the tank and record notes to compare in the process.
I was sure that be part of David's Club was the worst idea. Besides, it was my fault to agreed with Mr. Looney's scheme in the first place.
"The first step is to understand the system inside the tank," said Mr. Looney. "It's crucial to make the water flow naturally."
I already knew the system. If I were with my partner, we would be discussing how to build the tank. But the actual scenario was the worst. Even though I previously saw what was happening, it took me five minutes to create the courage to look at David and Lisa.
They were next to me, side by side, at the last lab bench with their hands in each other's laps. That was what I taught at the first glimpse, but my eyes flash a vision that I couldn't ignore: Lisa holding David's dick.
After bio, the rest of my day was pretty usual. I got home, play something online, ate, and started to build the tank. Since my parents were out of town for the week, my brothers were in college, and my cat hated me, I was alone most of the time in the garage making stuff for school. That moment was for that tank. The Water Cycle Tank. The WCT. On my plans, I'll be finishing it in three days.
At night, I ordered pizza for dinner and took a hot shower to wash the day and the dirty. Then I heard the doorbell ringing.
Covered in soap and shampoo, I went out of the bathroom and moved straight to the front door.
But the doorbell didn't stop. I already paid for the pizza, so why for all that rush?
I reach the front door, opened up, then I saw David standing there with my pizza box in his hands and a slice approaching his mouth.
What the fuck? What his doing here?
I didn't see that coming. I knew that David doesn't work as a pizza delivery guy. His father is the mayor, so he doesn't need cold money. Besides, his clothes weren't fit for that job.
Shit. Why we have to talk about that?
I let him in. David makes himself at home without an invitation. He took off his shoes, his jacket, and took the pizza box to the kitchen. I follow him, waiting for a reaction.
"Go finish your bath. I can wait," he said, casually restraining his authoritative voice, looking at me with his cunning eyes, making my body full of soup look like a French dessert. "Do you have some juice?"
"O-Oranje, o-on the fridge," I gasped. "I-I will be right back."
I ran for the bathroom, jumped in the shower, finished my bath, then I went to my room to change, but he was there too.
"I got bored," he confessed while he was sneaking out through my books and vinyl albums. "Do you mind if I stay here?"
Yes, go back to the kitchen. Better, go back to your own house.
I approach my closet, but I didn't fit in, so I had to pretend that I was in the boy's locker room and ignore David's behavior. I reach my underwear, I let the toil get down, and I wear it. The worst was over.
"You have a nice body," David said. "Do you play something?"
"Uh, yeah," said I, sort of out of context, "I used to play basketball with my brother."
"Cool. You're a jock-nerd."
I tried to smile, but I was too uncomfortable, so I just snorted and continued to dress me up.
"Anyway, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, cutting out all that bullshit in our way. "Is it that urgent that you couldn't wait until tomorrow morning?"
"Geez, chill out, bro," David lay down on my bed. "I'm here to make peace. I was a shitty partner in bio today. I saw you making all that work by yourself, and that bitch was bothering me all day long. Sorry about that."
"Don't worry," I panted. "I'm fine now."
Just that? I'm surprised.
"There's one more thing."
Shit. Please, not the dick talk.
"I know you saw her doing," David made the jerk-off movement close to his dick, and all the scene came vividly in my mind again. "I appreciate it if you keep it low. My father is driving me crazy at home. If the school calls, I'm dead."
"We don't have to talk about it," I said. "It's awkward."
David laughed, honestly showing all his glowing teeth to me. His eyes could be mischievous, but the sound of his voice was gentle. Or did I imagine it?
Minutes after David left, I was in my bedroom with an almost full pizza box watching something on Netflix. However, my mind was drifting away, trying to reach David across our neighborhood. He left, but somehow, I still filled him in my bed.
I lay down and let my mind seek for his sight on my sheets. He smelled like a rainy pine forest, tasted -- if could picture --, bitter like a green leaf, but fresher as mint. If his soul was like this forest, so he wasn't a threat as everybody thinks he is. No, he was gentle but sad and alone like a closed cabin in the woods.
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