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Chapter 8: The End?
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It's actually almost over... I thought to myself, looking around the band room. We had just finished our final practice. Any minute, we would be boarding a school bus and on our way to our final competition. There was a likely chance that we'd have an undefeated season.
Thank god this hell hole had almost ended.
I was sitting in the band room now, with Lauren next to me. She was leaning on my shoulder while looking at her phone, sad that band was ending. That was the only thing that Lauren and I didn't have in common.
I looked at the other band members, chatting together about the season and what they were supposed to do without band. I knew exactly what I was going to do; finish this shit year of college, hang out with Lauren, and deal with Mark's constant problems.
"I'm going to miss this..." Lauren said, looking up at me. She was still leaning on my shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry. You still have two more years of this..." I sighed, realizing the same was for me.
Lauren smiled. "Oh, Matt... c'mon, it isn't that bad."
I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess..."
She playfully punched my shoulder. "Hey, let's head outside. It's time to leave."
I nodded, and the two of us headed for the buses. Time to end this, finally.
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Cheering erupted from the stands as the announcer stated the scores. We'd beaten the second place winner by almost two whole points.
For some reason slightly proud, I spun to my right and grabbed Lauren, who was crying in happiness. I let go of her and high-fived Miles, the guy from my section.
"Good work, man." I said, looking past him and seeing Jenna hugging another flute player. Everyone just seemed to be hugging each other.
As a group, cheering, we headed back to the school buses. Everyone was happy, including me, but I was happy for a different reason; I was done with this shit for probably nine months.
Everyone took their uniforms off, and placed them under the buses. We wore shorts and thin shirts underneath, so all the girls were showing off their legs. That's a plus side of marching band; you may not be the most fit person alive, but your legs are going to be sexy by the end of it.
We needed to sign up for buses at the beginning of the year, in order for the bus drivers to take role, which I found fucking stupid. Sadly, Lauren and I hadn't really known each other at that point, let alone had been dating, so we weren't on the same bus.
I hopped up into the bus and headed down the aisle. I high-fived Victoria as I passed, who was holding up her hand for everyone who passed her. Taking my seat in the very back, I pulled out my phone. Luckily, my bus had the least amount of people, so I had a seat all to myself. As a matter of fact, everyone had their own seat. It was therefore also the quiet bus, which was great.
I looked up to see that Becca was walking towards me. She sat down on the other seat in the back of the bus, the one across from me. "Hey, Becca." I said, looking up from my phone. I had been texting Lauren, as we usually did after games and competitions as of late.
"Hey Matt." She said, setting her knees on the back of the chair in front of her. "Good season."
"Yeah..." I said, thinking the opposite. It was a good season in a different kind of way for me.
Becca smiled and looked to her own phone. It was dark outside now, as it was around 10 PM, so when the bus driver shut the lights off, everything was pitch black. The only light I had was my cell phone.
Before long, the bus was filled with mostly light snoring and sniffles. I yawned and looked at the time. We still had about thirty minutes until we made it back to campus. I leaned my head on the window and locked my phone screen. Watching the dark trees go by, my eyes started to close, and I let them...
I opened my eyes when I felt something push the seat down next to me. I looked to my left and saw a person was in my seat with me. Confused, I turned on my phone screen, and was surprised to see that it was Becca.
"Whoa, what are you sitting here for?" I said, looking at her. Becca slid her arm across the seat and onto my legs.
"Oh, I just figured..." She trailed off, rubbing her hand on the crotch of my pants. "For old times sake." She smiled, continued to rub me off through my shorts.
Becca, the blonde senior, was asking me for sex again. Thank god for that picture from so long ago.
"Are you sure, Becca?" I said, looking at the sleeping body in the seat in front of me. "What if we wake someone up?"
She laughed. "I wouldn't worry about that." She said, wrapping her hand around my cock, still through the shorts.
I smiled, realizing that this was definitely happening. Becca smiled again as I lifted the brim of my shorts and flopped my cock out. It was almost fully erect now, laying against my stomach. "Have your fun, then."
Becca smirked and bent down. Her face was in my lap now, and I felt a tongue lick my sensitive cock head. There was something about this that was so fucking hot. It was almost pitch black, save for the occasional light on the side of the road, and the only sound was the sound of the bus moving along the road and the muffled suckles of Becca's mouth around my cock.
I placed my hand on the back of her head, not pushing on her, of course, just letting it rise and fall with the movement of her head. It felt just as amazing as the first blowjob she'd given me, right after I had taken that legendary picture. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, her mouth like a vacuum. I reached underneath Becca, lightly massaging her tits as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I felt her hand lightly squeezing my balls as she sucked. I felt the burn of my oncoming orgasm as she continued to suck.
I placed my hand back onto the back of her head and thrusted, gasping as I shot a load deep into her throat. I felt Becca continue to suck me dry, before she leaned up and wiped her mouth.
"That tasted as good as I remembered." She said, smiling.
"That felt as good as I remember." I replied, making sure to keep as quiet as I could. I felt nervous as the person in front of me shifted in their sleep, but they luckily stayed asleep.
Before I realized what was happening, Becca started to slip her shorts down her legs as she looked around cautiously. When she made eye contact with me, I could make out a frown on her face. "What is it?"
I dropped my mouth open. "Seriously?"
She giggled softly. "What? Did you think you were the only one who was going to have a good time?" She said, letting her shorts lay on the floor of the bus.
To my surprise, Becca spun around so that her arms were on the back of our chair. She scooted over so she was on top of me, and in our tight situation, she lowered herself onto me.
Becca lightly exhaled as my cock slipped into her opening. Her pussy gripped my cock as she slowly pushed herself further onto me.
In the dark, quiet bus, Becca proceeded to fuck me, riding my cock as our band mates snored around us. Becca started to breath fairly heavily, but kept it quiet enough that nobody would hear it. As Becca bounced up and down on me, I reached behind and placed her ass cheeks in my palms, squeezing them as she rode my cock.
Suddenly, the driver hit the breaks slightly, making us slide forward. Becca's back hit the back of the chair in front of us, and I almost slipped off of the bus seat. We froze, praying that the driver hadn't woken anybody up.
Seeing that nobody had woken, we breathed a sigh of relief and Becca smiled at me, starting to hump me again.
I gasped when I saw the silhouette of a head appear behind Becca. She gasped as well once she spun around, causing her to fall backwards onto me.
"What are you guys doing?" The voice said, confused. I knew that voice...
"Jenna?" I whispered, squinting my eyes.
"... Matt?!" Jenna shouted in a whisper. "What are you doing?"
Becca answered. "What does it look like?"
Jenna giggled now. "I see... carry on." She said, laying back down on the chair.
I smiled. We got lucky.
Becca started to ride my cock again, and the waves of pleasure returned. I regripped her ass cheeks and pulled her body downwards every time she went up. It was then that I realized just how close I was to cumming.
"Becca... I'm so close..." I said, feeling my balls tighten.
"Fuck, Matt... cum inside of me..." She whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and laying her chin on my shoulder.
I didn't hesitate. I ejaculated, shooting semen deep into her pussy. I felt her walls tightening around me as her own orgasm passed. Her hand shot to her mouth to stop from moaning.
"Fuck, Becca..." I said, still holding onto her ass. "That was amazing."
Becca smiled. "I know."
Becca reached down and grabbed her shorts, slipping them back on. She hopped back over to her own seat as I shoved my cock back into my own shorts.
It wasn't long at that point before we made it back to campus. The lights on the bus turned on, and I sat up to see everyone else sit up and rub the sleep from their eyes. Jenna stood up, giving me a knowing smile, before heading down the aisle. I stopped Becca before she got into the aisle. "Becca, I'll miss you next year."
She smiled at me. "Same here, Matt. It was... fun." She said, causing the two of us to laugh. "Just the circumstances were a little bit nerve-wracking..."
That caused me to remember. Without speaking, I brought up my camera app and pulled up the picture, deleting it. "There. You earned it, that's for sure." I said. I suddenly laughed.
She tilted her head. "What?"
I shook my head. "Oh, nothing. It's just that you didn't actually get fifteen girls to fuck me. Excluding yourself, you actually only got five."
Becca raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that..." She said, patting my shoulder. "You still have two years of marching band yet." She said, winking, before walking down the aisle, my eyes following her the whole way.
What did she mean?
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I stepped off of the bus myself, to suddenly have Lauren hugging me. "I missed you!"
I laughed. "We were separated for, like, an hour!"
She smiled. "I know."
I noticed that some people were watching us, some annoyed, some jealous, some happy, but I didn't care. Lauren and the events of the last few months had actually made me come out of my shell. All thanks to Becca and my apparently large penis.
Marching band was over, I had a beautiful creature who I was 99 percent sure was my girlfriend, and I didn't have to worry about Nathan anymore.
Things were starting to look good again.
Lauren and I headed towards the parking lot. We started to chat about what we wanted to do the next day, as it was only Saturday, when someone stepped in front of me. I gasped when I saw that it was Mr. Ford.
"Oh, hey Mr. Ford." Lauren said, frowning in confusion.
Mr. Ford wasn't looking at her. "I've had it with you."
I frowned this time. "What do you mean?" I said, knowing exactly what he meant.
He waved his arms through the air. "You blackmailing me. I know that what I did was probably wrong, but that gives you no right. Now, I can see two outcomes coming from this. One would be you giving that photo to the authorities, and me being fired. The other would be me going to the school board and getting you expelled."
I chuckled, not afraid of him. "Expelled? For what, exactly?"
He crossed his arms. "Well, for one, excessive sexual activity on school property. The band room, the roof! Not to mention the bus." He added, raising an eyebrow.
How did he know about all of that?
I laughed in his face. "You're one to talk."
He shook his head. "Now, if you are causing me to go downhill, I'm dragging you down with me."
I scoffed. "That isn't happening."
He shrugged. "Well, if you don't think those are good enough options, I'm sure we could... arrange something else..." He said, moving his eyes over to Lauren.
I looked over at her, her face showing a mixture of disgust and fear.
Mine most likely showed pure anger. "Fuck you, you prick."
Lauren tightened her grip on my arm. "Matt..." She said cautiously.
Mr. Ford sighed. "Well, it seems now that I have no other choice. I may be fired, but I'm not letting some pervy twenty year old rule my life!" He said, heading towards the building with his phone in his hand.
"Shit..." I said, thinking.
Lauren looked close to tears. "Matt, what's happening...?"
"Lauren, it's going to be fine." I said, putting my hands on her shoulders.
I wasn't actually sure that it was going to be okay.
She sniffled. "What'll happen if you get expelled? You can't let him call anyone..." She said, frowning.
That's when a lightbulb went off in my head. A plan started to slowly unravel, and it grew crazier and crazier. But it was my only option.
"Lauren, head to the car!" I said, running towards the buses and reaching for my phone. I needed to call Heather.
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"And that's my plan." I said to her, waiting for a response and looking around hurriedly. "It's the only thing I can think of, and I need to get this done fast. It will be better for you, anyways."
I was met with a few seconds of silence. Heather finally started to speak. "Do it. I think I need to move on, anyways. I've got your back."
"Thank you, Heather." I said, hanging up. Instead of wasting time by looking for her, I'd just called her. The person I needed to find was Nathan, and I needed to find him fast.
My eyes locked onto him outside of the front bus. I sprinted over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Nathan...?"
He turned to me and scowled. I was literally and metaphorically poking the bull. "What do you want?"
I sighed. "Look man, I know we have a... rough history, but I need to tell you something."
He scoffed. "I don't need to hear your shit."
I shook my head. "It's important." When he ignored me, I continued. "It's about Heather."
He looked up now. "Excuse me?"
I held up my hands in defense. "It's okay, man. It's just..."
"What? What are you talking about Heather for?" He said, making himself look bigger. I needed to handle this carefully.
"Well... I'm pretty sure that... Heather... had sex with Mr. Ford..." I said, scratching my head.
He frowned. "You're kidding me?"
I shook my head. "I wish I was."
He laughed. "And why should I believe you?"
I shrugged. "Call her right now and ask, she'll tell you herself."
He frowned. "You're not bluffing...?"
I shook my head again. "No, I'm not."
I noticed that something changed in his eyes. "That fucking slut!"
I flinched at his spout of anger. "Actually, Nathan... it wasn't her fault."
"What the fuck does that mean?!" He said, looking at me through flaming eyes.
"Well, I mean, she said that he, like, made her have sex with him..." I said, somewhat starting to regret my plan.
The anger in his eyes multiplied. He looked past me and after a few moments of silence spoke. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
As Nathan sprinted past me, I nervously looked towards him. "Yeah, uh, don't actually kill him, though..." I said, figuring that Nathan hadn't actually heard me.
I sighed and sat down on the curb as I watched several band members staring at Nathan as he sprinted for the building. If I'd guessed correctly, and it seemed like I had, then Nathan should beat up Mr. Ford for forcing his girlfriend to fuck him, and Mr. Ford will be fired for making a student have sex with him. In the end, Nathan will probably be expelled, or maybe even arrested, for assaulting a teacher. It was a two for one.
I was actually happy, believe it or not. Not even for me, but for Heather. She was finally free from her most likely abusive boyfriend.
And Mr. Ford may not have had sex with Heather, but he still deserved what was coming to him. Besides, who will they believe; a fifty year old man, or a twenty year old girl who can easily pretend to cry?
I felt someone sit next to me. Turning, I saw it was Lauren. "Are you okay?" She said, laying her hand on my arm.
I slowly nodded, putting my hand on hers. "I think so..." I said, chuckling. "I don't think we have to worry about Mr. Ford anymore... I thought I told you to go to the car."
She laughed. "Hey, Matt?"
I raised my eyebrows, looking over to where Nathan had ran off to. "Yeah?"
Lauren put her head on my shoulder. "I..."
I frowned and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
She looked up at me. "I- I love you."
I was startled by the statement, but without hesitation, I replied. "I- I love you too."
She smiled and looked back down.
We sat together on the curb, listening to people chattering behind us about a fight in the building, and waiting for the sirens of a police car or ambulance.
I finally felt safe and at peace. I felt in love and happy for the first time in a long time.
All because of a picture.
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It's actually almost over... I thought to myself, looking around the band room. We had just finished our final practice. Any minute, we would be boarding a school bus and on our way to our final competition. There was a likely chance that we'd have an undefeated season.
Thank god this hell hole had almost ended.
I was sitting in the band room now, with Lauren next to me. She was leaning on my shoulder while looking at her phone, sad that band was ending. That was the only thing that Lauren and I didn't have in common.
I looked at the other band members, chatting together about the season and what they were supposed to do without band. I knew exactly what I was going to do; finish this shit year of college, hang out with Lauren, and deal with Mark's constant problems.
"I'm going to miss this..." Lauren said, looking up at me. She was still leaning on my shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry. You still have two more years of this..." I sighed, realizing the same was for me.
Lauren smiled. "Oh, Matt... c'mon, it isn't that bad."
I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess..."
She playfully punched my shoulder. "Hey, let's head outside. It's time to leave."
I nodded, and the two of us headed for the buses. Time to end this, finally.
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Cheering erupted from the stands as the announcer stated the scores. We'd beaten the second place winner by almost two whole points.
For some reason slightly proud, I spun to my right and grabbed Lauren, who was crying in happiness. I let go of her and high-fived Miles, the guy from my section.
"Good work, man." I said, looking past him and seeing Jenna hugging another flute player. Everyone just seemed to be hugging each other.
As a group, cheering, we headed back to the school buses. Everyone was happy, including me, but I was happy for a different reason; I was done with this shit for probably nine months.
Everyone took their uniforms off, and placed them under the buses. We wore shorts and thin shirts underneath, so all the girls were showing off their legs. That's a plus side of marching band; you may not be the most fit person alive, but your legs are going to be sexy by the end of it.
We needed to sign up for buses at the beginning of the year, in order for the bus drivers to take role, which I found fucking stupid. Sadly, Lauren and I hadn't really known each other at that point, let alone had been dating, so we weren't on the same bus.
I hopped up into the bus and headed down the aisle. I high-fived Victoria as I passed, who was holding up her hand for everyone who passed her. Taking my seat in the very back, I pulled out my phone. Luckily, my bus had the least amount of people, so I had a seat all to myself. As a matter of fact, everyone had their own seat. It was therefore also the quiet bus, which was great.
I looked up to see that Becca was walking towards me. She sat down on the other seat in the back of the bus, the one across from me. "Hey, Becca." I said, looking up from my phone. I had been texting Lauren, as we usually did after games and competitions as of late.
"Hey Matt." She said, setting her knees on the back of the chair in front of her. "Good season."
"Yeah..." I said, thinking the opposite. It was a good season in a different kind of way for me.
Becca smiled and looked to her own phone. It was dark outside now, as it was around 10 PM, so when the bus driver shut the lights off, everything was pitch black. The only light I had was my cell phone.
Before long, the bus was filled with mostly light snoring and sniffles. I yawned and looked at the time. We still had about thirty minutes until we made it back to campus. I leaned my head on the window and locked my phone screen. Watching the dark trees go by, my eyes started to close, and I let them...
I opened my eyes when I felt something push the seat down next to me. I looked to my left and saw a person was in my seat with me. Confused, I turned on my phone screen, and was surprised to see that it was Becca.
"Whoa, what are you sitting here for?" I said, looking at her. Becca slid her arm across the seat and onto my legs.
"Oh, I just figured..." She trailed off, rubbing her hand on the crotch of my pants. "For old times sake." She smiled, continued to rub me off through my shorts.
Becca, the blonde senior, was asking me for sex again. Thank god for that picture from so long ago.
"Are you sure, Becca?" I said, looking at the sleeping body in the seat in front of me. "What if we wake someone up?"
She laughed. "I wouldn't worry about that." She said, wrapping her hand around my cock, still through the shorts.
I smiled, realizing that this was definitely happening. Becca smiled again as I lifted the brim of my shorts and flopped my cock out. It was almost fully erect now, laying against my stomach. "Have your fun, then."
Becca smirked and bent down. Her face was in my lap now, and I felt a tongue lick my sensitive cock head. There was something about this that was so fucking hot. It was almost pitch black, save for the occasional light on the side of the road, and the only sound was the sound of the bus moving along the road and the muffled suckles of Becca's mouth around my cock.
I placed my hand on the back of her head, not pushing on her, of course, just letting it rise and fall with the movement of her head. It felt just as amazing as the first blowjob she'd given me, right after I had taken that legendary picture. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, her mouth like a vacuum. I reached underneath Becca, lightly massaging her tits as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I felt her hand lightly squeezing my balls as she sucked. I felt the burn of my oncoming orgasm as she continued to suck.
I placed my hand back onto the back of her head and thrusted, gasping as I shot a load deep into her throat. I felt Becca continue to suck me dry, before she leaned up and wiped her mouth.
"That tasted as good as I remembered." She said, smiling.
"That felt as good as I remember." I replied, making sure to keep as quiet as I could. I felt nervous as the person in front of me shifted in their sleep, but they luckily stayed asleep.
Before I realized what was happening, Becca started to slip her shorts down her legs as she looked around cautiously. When she made eye contact with me, I could make out a frown on her face. "What is it?"
I dropped my mouth open. "Seriously?"
She giggled softly. "What? Did you think you were the only one who was going to have a good time?" She said, letting her shorts lay on the floor of the bus.
To my surprise, Becca spun around so that her arms were on the back of our chair. She scooted over so she was on top of me, and in our tight situation, she lowered herself onto me.
Becca lightly exhaled as my cock slipped into her opening. Her pussy gripped my cock as she slowly pushed herself further onto me.
In the dark, quiet bus, Becca proceeded to fuck me, riding my cock as our band mates snored around us. Becca started to breath fairly heavily, but kept it quiet enough that nobody would hear it. As Becca bounced up and down on me, I reached behind and placed her ass cheeks in my palms, squeezing them as she rode my cock.
Suddenly, the driver hit the breaks slightly, making us slide forward. Becca's back hit the back of the chair in front of us, and I almost slipped off of the bus seat. We froze, praying that the driver hadn't woken anybody up.
Seeing that nobody had woken, we breathed a sigh of relief and Becca smiled at me, starting to hump me again.
I gasped when I saw the silhouette of a head appear behind Becca. She gasped as well once she spun around, causing her to fall backwards onto me.
"What are you guys doing?" The voice said, confused. I knew that voice...
"Jenna?" I whispered, squinting my eyes.
"... Matt?!" Jenna shouted in a whisper. "What are you doing?"
Becca answered. "What does it look like?"
Jenna giggled now. "I see... carry on." She said, laying back down on the chair.
I smiled. We got lucky.
Becca started to ride my cock again, and the waves of pleasure returned. I regripped her ass cheeks and pulled her body downwards every time she went up. It was then that I realized just how close I was to cumming.
"Becca... I'm so close..." I said, feeling my balls tighten.
"Fuck, Matt... cum inside of me..." She whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and laying her chin on my shoulder.
I didn't hesitate. I ejaculated, shooting semen deep into her pussy. I felt her walls tightening around me as her own orgasm passed. Her hand shot to her mouth to stop from moaning.
"Fuck, Becca..." I said, still holding onto her ass. "That was amazing."
Becca smiled. "I know."
Becca reached down and grabbed her shorts, slipping them back on. She hopped back over to her own seat as I shoved my cock back into my own shorts.
It wasn't long at that point before we made it back to campus. The lights on the bus turned on, and I sat up to see everyone else sit up and rub the sleep from their eyes. Jenna stood up, giving me a knowing smile, before heading down the aisle. I stopped Becca before she got into the aisle. "Becca, I'll miss you next year."
She smiled at me. "Same here, Matt. It was... fun." She said, causing the two of us to laugh. "Just the circumstances were a little bit nerve-wracking..."
That caused me to remember. Without speaking, I brought up my camera app and pulled up the picture, deleting it. "There. You earned it, that's for sure." I said. I suddenly laughed.
She tilted her head. "What?"
I shook my head. "Oh, nothing. It's just that you didn't actually get fifteen girls to fuck me. Excluding yourself, you actually only got five."
Becca raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that..." She said, patting my shoulder. "You still have two years of marching band yet." She said, winking, before walking down the aisle, my eyes following her the whole way.
What did she mean?
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I stepped off of the bus myself, to suddenly have Lauren hugging me. "I missed you!"
I laughed. "We were separated for, like, an hour!"
She smiled. "I know."
I noticed that some people were watching us, some annoyed, some jealous, some happy, but I didn't care. Lauren and the events of the last few months had actually made me come out of my shell. All thanks to Becca and my apparently large penis.
Marching band was over, I had a beautiful creature who I was 99 percent sure was my girlfriend, and I didn't have to worry about Nathan anymore.
Things were starting to look good again.
Lauren and I headed towards the parking lot. We started to chat about what we wanted to do the next day, as it was only Saturday, when someone stepped in front of me. I gasped when I saw that it was Mr. Ford.
"Oh, hey Mr. Ford." Lauren said, frowning in confusion.
Mr. Ford wasn't looking at her. "I've had it with you."
I frowned this time. "What do you mean?" I said, knowing exactly what he meant.
He waved his arms through the air. "You blackmailing me. I know that what I did was probably wrong, but that gives you no right. Now, I can see two outcomes coming from this. One would be you giving that photo to the authorities, and me being fired. The other would be me going to the school board and getting you expelled."
I chuckled, not afraid of him. "Expelled? For what, exactly?"
He crossed his arms. "Well, for one, excessive sexual activity on school property. The band room, the roof! Not to mention the bus." He added, raising an eyebrow.
How did he know about all of that?
I laughed in his face. "You're one to talk."
He shook his head. "Now, if you are causing me to go downhill, I'm dragging you down with me."
I scoffed. "That isn't happening."
He shrugged. "Well, if you don't think those are good enough options, I'm sure we could... arrange something else..." He said, moving his eyes over to Lauren.
I looked over at her, her face showing a mixture of disgust and fear.
Mine most likely showed pure anger. "Fuck you, you prick."
Lauren tightened her grip on my arm. "Matt..." She said cautiously.
Mr. Ford sighed. "Well, it seems now that I have no other choice. I may be fired, but I'm not letting some pervy twenty year old rule my life!" He said, heading towards the building with his phone in his hand.
"Shit..." I said, thinking.
Lauren looked close to tears. "Matt, what's happening...?"
"Lauren, it's going to be fine." I said, putting my hands on her shoulders.
I wasn't actually sure that it was going to be okay.
She sniffled. "What'll happen if you get expelled? You can't let him call anyone..." She said, frowning.
That's when a lightbulb went off in my head. A plan started to slowly unravel, and it grew crazier and crazier. But it was my only option.
"Lauren, head to the car!" I said, running towards the buses and reaching for my phone. I needed to call Heather.
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"And that's my plan." I said to her, waiting for a response and looking around hurriedly. "It's the only thing I can think of, and I need to get this done fast. It will be better for you, anyways."
I was met with a few seconds of silence. Heather finally started to speak. "Do it. I think I need to move on, anyways. I've got your back."
"Thank you, Heather." I said, hanging up. Instead of wasting time by looking for her, I'd just called her. The person I needed to find was Nathan, and I needed to find him fast.
My eyes locked onto him outside of the front bus. I sprinted over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Nathan...?"
He turned to me and scowled. I was literally and metaphorically poking the bull. "What do you want?"
I sighed. "Look man, I know we have a... rough history, but I need to tell you something."
He scoffed. "I don't need to hear your shit."
I shook my head. "It's important." When he ignored me, I continued. "It's about Heather."
He looked up now. "Excuse me?"
I held up my hands in defense. "It's okay, man. It's just..."
"What? What are you talking about Heather for?" He said, making himself look bigger. I needed to handle this carefully.
"Well... I'm pretty sure that... Heather... had sex with Mr. Ford..." I said, scratching my head.
He frowned. "You're kidding me?"
I shook my head. "I wish I was."
He laughed. "And why should I believe you?"
I shrugged. "Call her right now and ask, she'll tell you herself."
He frowned. "You're not bluffing...?"
I shook my head again. "No, I'm not."
I noticed that something changed in his eyes. "That fucking slut!"
I flinched at his spout of anger. "Actually, Nathan... it wasn't her fault."
"What the fuck does that mean?!" He said, looking at me through flaming eyes.
"Well, I mean, she said that he, like, made her have sex with him..." I said, somewhat starting to regret my plan.
The anger in his eyes multiplied. He looked past me and after a few moments of silence spoke. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
As Nathan sprinted past me, I nervously looked towards him. "Yeah, uh, don't actually kill him, though..." I said, figuring that Nathan hadn't actually heard me.
I sighed and sat down on the curb as I watched several band members staring at Nathan as he sprinted for the building. If I'd guessed correctly, and it seemed like I had, then Nathan should beat up Mr. Ford for forcing his girlfriend to fuck him, and Mr. Ford will be fired for making a student have sex with him. In the end, Nathan will probably be expelled, or maybe even arrested, for assaulting a teacher. It was a two for one.
I was actually happy, believe it or not. Not even for me, but for Heather. She was finally free from her most likely abusive boyfriend.
And Mr. Ford may not have had sex with Heather, but he still deserved what was coming to him. Besides, who will they believe; a fifty year old man, or a twenty year old girl who can easily pretend to cry?
I felt someone sit next to me. Turning, I saw it was Lauren. "Are you okay?" She said, laying her hand on my arm.
I slowly nodded, putting my hand on hers. "I think so..." I said, chuckling. "I don't think we have to worry about Mr. Ford anymore... I thought I told you to go to the car."
She laughed. "Hey, Matt?"
I raised my eyebrows, looking over to where Nathan had ran off to. "Yeah?"
Lauren put her head on my shoulder. "I..."
I frowned and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
She looked up at me. "I- I love you."
I was startled by the statement, but without hesitation, I replied. "I- I love you too."
She smiled and looked back down.
We sat together on the curb, listening to people chattering behind us about a fight in the building, and waiting for the sirens of a police car or ambulance.
I finally felt safe and at peace. I felt in love and happy for the first time in a long time.
All because of a picture.
End of Series One -->
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