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It's kind of funny to look back on the exams of my grade nine year. They were the first exams I ever had in high school, and objectively, should have been very important to me. But the most important things in my life were happening outside of school. People say that school is important. Teachers say that school is important.

"And I bet you of all teachers think the most that school is important." I continued my rant. "But it's important for all the wrong reasons. All this drama… Like, high school drama, not theater drama… all this unnecessary crap… I don't want it to be important." I paused, and scoffed. "I bet you're gonna say that I'm undermining the exam I have tomorrow. But I just can't shake the feeling that all this crap happening around me is more important, but I don't want it to be."

Mr. Salvador looked up at me from the papers on his desk he was marking, his eyes made bigger from his glasses. "It's as important as you make it." He told me. "And you're right."

"What, that it's unnecessary?" I asked.

"You are undermining the importance of tomorrow's exam." He told me. "You're a very passionate person when you want to be, Adam. I see potential in that. But you're putting your feelings in all of the wrong places. Undermining drama, sensationalizing… well, sensationalizing bullshit, and casual sex… None of it is needed."

It didn't even register to me that a normally professional teacher used a swearword in front of a grade nine. I was too busy processing the information I was given.

He continued nonetheless. "You need to put your passion into your work, and you need to let go of the personals. Leave ego outside the classroom. You can't let who you are and how you feel blind you to what is actually important. You keep refusing, clamming up, and you will not do well. Do you know how tough this exam is? Only one person in my experience has managed to ace their grade 9 drama exam."

"Who, Paul?" I scoffed.

Mr. Salvador was slightly taken aback. "It's no business of yours, but Paul actually did quite poorly in his grade nine drama year." He explained. "And his tenth. He only got his act together around grade eleven. He didn't find himself before then." He paused. "Why did you think Paul?"

"I mean… his acting… He's…" I managed.

He chuckled. "I actually see a lot of Paul in you." He went on. "You both undermine like crazy, but you both have potential." He paused again. "Let's hope you actually use yours."

"He's okay!" I defended him. "He's good at figuring out people. He's kind. He helps people."

"We're talking about Paul Stevens, right?" Salvador quipped. "Well, don't ever talk to Brianne Lynne with that attitude."

"Why?" I asked, suddenly intrigued.

"Paul and Brianne were in a relationship last year. There were a lot of feelings. Teen love, as you might call it. These feelings got in the way of class, and the school play they were both involved in, but those were minor offenses compared to the things Paul did during that relationship. The way he made her feel."

"What things did Paul do?" I asked, heavily invested.

Salvador blinked twice. "Wow." He remarked. "I'll give you this, Adam. You know how to make me break character." He gave me a short smile, followed by a completely serious face. "It's not my place to gossip about students."

"Well, the genie is out of the bottle, you might as well go on." I encouraged, disappointed that it would end here.

"If you're going to ask, ask him yourself. But this conversation didn't happen. When you walk outside this office, you're going to forget what we talked about. So am I." He said seriously. "Are we done?"

"Yeah, that's all I've got for today." I said, getting up. "I just hope I made the right decision breaking up with Megan."

"You're missing the point," He retorted, going back to his papers. "You made the right decision when you decided you'd care about her feelings once you listened to her story." He resumed marking exams from the class before. I nodded and started to leave the office, when he added, "Not everyone is going to tell you their story like that."

I didn't even respond, or say goodbye. I think Salvador was rubbing off on me.

Once I was out of the doorway, I sighed to myself in the empty hallway. Three exams done. Feelings vented to Salvador. No girlfriend. I was sitting pretty. Then again, for my first year of high school, I think I was seeing entirely too much action in my day-to-day life.

"Adam Watson, you bastard." I whipped my head around to see the source of that statement, May Stevens. She had a look on her face so angry it could melt steel. This alone could have been considered too much action for me.

I looked desperately back towards Salvador's office. The door was closed, locked from the outside, and I knew that room was soundproof. I knew he wouldn't be any help at this point. Already emotionally spent from my visit with him, I frankly didn't have enough energy to care anymore at the sight of May. "Hey, May." I greeted humorously with my arms out, Mafia-style. "What's up?"

"What's up?!" She asked me with gritted teeth. "I can't believe you fucking told him. I had a perfect relationship, but since you couldn't have me, you decided to ruin it."

With every word she took another step towards me. I laughed in her face. "You came on to me, May. I told my own girlfriend as well. It was the right thing to do."

"Did she break up with you?" She spat at me. "I hope so. Carson made a big fucking show about breaking up with me." She stopped looking so angry and shivered. "He never yelled at me like that before." She looked back at me and resumed her fuming expression. "I don't cheat. But now I look like the cheating bitch. All because you couldn't keep your mouth shut!"

"You cheated on Carson, May. It happened, and you suffered the consequences." I fired back, my voice gaining volume. "Get over it."

"You-!" May yelled out, before pulling her arm back, getting ready to punch me in the face.

Instinct took over. Right as she was about to punch me, I moved right out of the way in the nick of time. Her hand sailed past my head as, without thinking, I grabbed her arm with one hand and twisted it slightly. With my other hand, I grabbed her upper arm and secured it in position. It was enough to immobilize her, but not enough to cause her any pain.

At first, she resisted. Finally, she realized that I, quite literally, had the upper hand and stopped struggling, Her voice considerably weaker, she finally squeaked, "Are you going to hurt me?"

One thing I was proud of about myself (just about the only thing) was that I never did believe in violence. If I had a way to solve a problem without causing another person pain, it was not only my right, but my responsibility to avoid any violence in my life. Armed only with that information, I leaned in close to her ear and whispered as meaningfully as possible, "I never would." I released her arm and backed away.

May looked at me. The next thing I knew, she was crying. She had completely broken down, falling to the floor in some kind of pile, sobbing her eyes out. Out of instinct, I pulled her up from the floor and helped her to the wall, where she sank down anyway. Feeling more pity for her than I probably should have, I sank down next to her.

"I'm sorry." She choked out in between tears. "I just don't know what to do. I don't know."

At this point, my rational side told me not to give her the time of day, but Nicole's voice, the voice calling out to me to be chivalrous at all times, won me over. "What do you mean?" I asked.

She cried for about a minute solid before she could get her voice steady enough to answer. "I don't ever ch-cheat. I-it's not something I do. I've always been completely against it." She swallowed a few sniffles. "But I've only ever had a couple of sips of beer before, and I thought, 'I wanna see what getting shitfaced is like.' "

Was 'shitfaced' seriously a word that actual human beings use? "Didn't like it?" I asked her.

"I loved it." She confessed. "But before I knew it, I was getting greedy. I only did things that made me feel good, without thinking of what might happen. Next thing I knew, I had cheated. The one thing I swore I would never do."

Even though I was listening intently, I was starting to feel some sympathy for Paul and Mr. Salvador. I think this made it three self-exploring exposition sessions in a week, all by different girls. It was getting hard to sympathize when the only conversation I took part in from girls was either really misandric, or yet another sobstory.

"I'm sorry, Adam. I shouldn't blame you. I was just… scared. I'm scared. I don't even know who I am anymore." She continued, before scrunching her knees together and putting her head in between them.

"That's kind of what high school is for though, isn't it?" I suggested, trying to comfort her. "I don't think I know myself yet. None of us are perfect. Maybe only now are you discovering who you actually are. Maybe the no-cheat shy May is just an act, and you've actually been suppressing what you really believe in all along."

"Isn't that bad?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "Maybe. But it's also honest. If you keep trying to hide who you are, eventually it can just make you feel like crap from the inside. I know that May cheated. And now, I'd rather get to know the May that did the cheating than the mask of the goody two-shoes she hides behind. We may have had our moments of bad times, but I mean this when I say it…" I scooted my butt so I could look her in the eye. "If you were completely honest to everyone, faults and all, and someone told me that they loved you… I wouldn't have to ask why."

Jesus. My life was turning into a cheesy 90s sitcom. Although, I will admit, the way May's face turned from a crying scowl into a big, dumb grin warmed my heart a little.

She eventually scoffed and turned away. "Who am I kidding? Adam, you're too sweet to me. But people won't see me that way."

"All people won't, no." I admitted, then winked at her when she looked back at me. "I live for the ones that do."

Without needing to announce it, we both stood up in unison, and she stepped forward to hug me.

"Thanks, Adam. You're more sweet than I deserve. I'm sorry for trying to punch your face." She said when she let go of me.

I chuckled. "I would have been creamed by the best, Ms. Stevens." I winked at her. Without another word, she just nodded and left, leaving me alone to my own thoughts.

That went well, I thought to myself. That could have been really ugly. Maybe Nicole was right. Maybe I was becoming an altruist. If my world was becoming a cheesy 90s sitcom, why couldn't I be Tim Allen or Bill Cosby or Harry Anderson?

Trying to tuck my pride away, I glanced at my watch and groaned. It was past noon already, and as I found out yesterday, it would take more than three hours to walk home. I decided to wait for my bus, which unfortunately, came at the regular 3:30ish time. Slumping back down in the hallway, I was left alone to my thoughts.

***

It's kind of funny how quickly the important things in my life shifted from what happened in the classroom to what happened outside. I guess that's why parents encourage their kids to join extracurricular clubs and have friends and stuff.

It barely registered with me that the drama exam even happened. I definitely didn't ace it, but I did really well while not even having to try. Quite frankly, I had other stuff on my mind. I'm sure Salvador noticed, but I'm also sure that at this point, I didn't care. There was too much B.S. in my life going on to make me want to care about actual school obligations – besides, it was grade nine. I got straight 80s anyway.

The most important part of the day to me wasn't the exam, it was the mandatory Student Council meeting that took place right after. Salvador was great in many regards, but apparently notorious for not doing so well in the short term time management department, so the exam was over a bit later than we intended it to be. It was a solo performance exam that took a lot of practice, yet all the same, I wouldn't remember it down the line. I was sure of that. As I exited the aud, I thought back to an earlier time in the year, when that little object-imitation performance was the most important thing in the world. Boy, my attitude towards school changed quickly.

May brushed past me, and turned back, smiling quickly yet genuinely at me. Even now, I couldn't shake off that smile. It's like angels had carved it, and it melted my heart every time. As quick as it appeared, it disappeared, along with her, as she went down another hallway, leaving me to my thoughts.

The thoughts turned dark as I realized that I would have to face both the council and Nicole. The council was pissed at me and frankly, I had hurt Nicole. For a second, I debated just skipping the meeting altogether. After all, everyone at the council hated me.

***

"There he is!" Phil triumphantly declared as I stepped into the council room and prepared for the worst. With his trademark cheesy grin, he approached me and clapped an arm around my shoulder. "You know how I can tell when people are right for the council?"

"H… How?" I timidly asked.

"When they listen." He simply answered. "When I asked you to make things right and clean up your act, you really fuckin' listened. I mean, the way you made it up to Megan… That's a story for the ages."

Jeff joined in. "The part about the flowers and the signed card was the best. I was wrong about you, man. Welcome back."

Well, this was a stupidly lucky break if ever there was one. There was no doubt a look of confusion plastered on my face as this all went down, until I spotted Megan standing behind the other council members, looking me in the eye. Shyly yet excitedly, she flashed me a huge grin that told me she came through on her promise to make the council like me again, even though it clearly meant some kind of elaborate lie.

I managed to process what was going on in time to see both Phil and Jeff, as well as many of the other council members, looking at me expectantly, waiting for a response. "Uh… yeah." I managed. "The flowers… I just figured… Y'know, flowers."

Phil shared a hearty laugh with the other council members as he strongly slapped me on the back. "Slick, man. Real slick." He winked at me, then dropped his grin and leaned in close. "Nah, but seriously, what you did was great." He said seriously, only loud enough so that both of us could hear. "I've never seen Megan come out of her shell and feel welcome here like this before. You're representing the school well. Keep it up."

"You're not even mad about what I said about you and Nicole…?" My big mouth opened up and talked before I had a chance to stop it.

Phil looked physically uncomfortable at its mere mention, but quickly recovered and smiled again. "Nah, bro." He said reassuringly. "Nicole told me the whole thing, and I totally get it. Like, if I came by at the wrong moment, I totally would have gotten that impression too." Another lie. I was starting to detect a theme. Wait, was Nicole not pissed at me anymore?

Phil leaned in close again and added, "Keep this to yourself, but Nicole and I aren't exactly tight right now. I know you're her friend and all, but don't talk to her about it. We're in this 'involved-not-involved' thing, but I wanna be her boyfriend again."

"Mum's the word." I said to him, smiling, feeling my stomach churn.

He grinned again at me and rejoined the crowd. I looked over and scanned the crowd to find Nicole. Her eyes were fixed on Phil, and she sure as hell looked uneasy. There definitely was something going on between them, and it was also obvious that she talked him down, but didn't fully break up with him. Or something. She never looked at me, so despite her clearing my name with Phil, so I couldn't tell if she was okay with me or not. When could I ever, I thought to myself.

"Alright, everyone here?" Phil's friendly, booming voice asked us all. I looked around the room to see every council member. Two of them were looking at me in the face. The first was Megan, sitting with an innocent, yet clearly less shy-than-usual smile on her face. I smiled back, and saw the other person looking at me with my peripherals. It was Matt, and he clearly wasn't as persuaded by Phil's recounting of Megan's story as the rest of the council was.

"Great." Phil broke me out of my trance. "Okay, so, great job on a successful first semester, everyone. But you're not out of the woods yet. Second semester is fast approaching, and that means we got more work to do. Although this year we're gonna shake it up a little."

Yeah, sorry, Prezzy, I didn't really care. In the fashion I had gotten used to from so many meetings in the past, I got ready to doze off without closing my eyes again.

"…And Adam over there…"

After what felt like a measly two minutes, I was being called upon. Great. I snapped to attention. "Yes?" I asked.

"You got in here by asking around. Seeing what people like. That was a cool idea. I'm gonna have you doing that for the next week. See what you can find out – what people liked, what people didn't, how we can improve, stuff like that."

"You got it." I obeyed, still a touch off-guard from being directly talked to during a meeting. The last time that happened, I was being reprimanded for a blowjob in a public place. Ah, how times change.

It kicked in with me a few seconds later that I actually had an obligation. A unique one. I got this weird sense of empowerment from that, like I was being recognized for being me, rather than just weighed down by sex scandals, a theme that pretty much consumed this semester. I could get used to switching themes.

***

"Any other business?" Phil asked the council after another half hour. After being met with silence in response, he continued. "Great. I'll forward the plans for the talent show to Mr. Scott, and Natalie and Eli, you're in charge of making sure Mr. Williams adheres to the music council's budget."

Eli and the dumb redhead nodded in unison.

"Great." Phil beamed. "Other than that, I've got nothing. Hope exams went well for you guys. Enjoy your week off! I'll see you all in hell." As if on cue, everyone started filing out. Clearly, everyone couldn't wait any more than I could for the well-deserved week off.

However, I wasn't about to leave so quickly. My potential ride home, and more importantly, my good friend was still in the room. Steeling myself for her strongest reaction, I walked over to her and cleared my throat.

To my surprise, she beamed when she saw me. "Hey, hotshot." She said happily, getting off of the table she was sitting on to hug me. She broke the hug to look at my face and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Yeesh, what's with you? You look like you got hit by a train."

I chuckled slightly, mostly in relief. "I didn't know whether you were still angry at me." I explained.

"Are you stupid?" She asked me, one eyebrow cocked. "Of course I'm not."

"Well, even after I sent you the text saying Megan and I broke up, you didn't respond…" I started.

She blinked twice. "Yeah, except I did." She rebutted. She picked up her phone and started thumbing through her messages. "See? Here, after you – aw, shit."

"What?" I asked, trying to look at her phone.

She held it away from me, but continued. "Fucking service cut out." She explained. "I didn't notice. Sorry about that." She pushed on her phone's screen and smiled triumphantly. "There! Sent it."

As soon as she said that, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and turned it on. And it turned me on right back.

Well, now that you're single… ;) Was all it said. It didn't need to say any more – attached was a full-body selfie. Spare a small pair of black socks, Nicole wasn't wearing anything, and her assets were on full display. I realize it was only days after I had broken up with Megan, but still, the mere sight of Nicole's beautiful breasts, each crowned by an overly large areola and beautiful erect nipple was too much for me to bear, let alone her beautiful, puffed-out pussy, complete with its trademark erect clit, poking out towards me, begging for me to touch it. No shame was seen on Nicole's face in the picture. In fact, nothing was visible but mischievous delight with an added hint of lust. Her hand was placed on her hip, which was perfectly cocked to bring my attention to her beautiful, hypnotic hips. Even so, her chest was doing its best to attract my attention, with her arching her back forward, shoving her beautiful breasts in my face.

"Holy shit." I breathed aloud quietly.

"Tada." Nicole said with a wink.

"You don't like to waste time, do you?" I asked her, managing to tear my eyes away from the picture so I could look into her eyes.

She flashed me a mischievous smile mildly reminiscent of that she showed in the picture. "Hey, as far as I know, you're single now. And apparently, you get all tight-assed when you're taken, so I'm gonna take it when I can get it."

"And you're so sure that I'll just crawl back to you?" I asked her with my own little wink.

"Call it a hunch." Nicole responded and broke into a grin. She was right – I missed the way we used to talk. Being able to talk freely like this felt nice. Really nice.

"Hey, Nicole." Phil cut in. "How's it going? Could we talk?"

"Okay. Hi!" Nicole said flatly, with no emotion, as she looked at Phil with a blank expression.

"…Like, alone? I just wanna talk with you in private." Phil responded. He looked at me. "Not to interrupt or anything. No offense, bro."

I waved him off, reassuring him it was fine. Nicole, however, was not so generous. Coughing once out of discomfort, she said, "Well, sorry, but I'm already talking with Adam here. Can it wait?"

"Well, it would mean a lot to me." Phil said, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"Interesting." Nicole replied sarcastically. "So can it wait?" She was noticeably getting more hostile with each sentence.

Phil sighed loudly. "Yeah, sure, it can. Whatever." Dejected, he walked out of the room, with the rest of the council, leaving us two to ourselves. Interesting, I thought to myself as I noted Nicole's inability to be real with Phil. I was definitely going to ask her about this later.

As soon as the last person left, Nicole launched forward, latching her lips onto mine. Her hands clawed desperately around my back as she kissed me passionately. By the time her lips let go of mine, she was breathily heavily.

"You have no idea how much I was holding myself back before." She chuckled. "Now that you can't get all whiney about how I can't kiss you."

I gave her a look that let her know that while I found her humorous, she could can those jokes whenever she wanted. "Yeah, yeah," she waved me off. "Need a ride?"

"I'd like one, if that's okay." I smiled. She smiled back, and we back to walk out of the council room together. I could definitely get used to this.

"So, looking forward to semester two, kiddo?" She asked me.

"Kiddo?" I asked. "What happened to 'hotshot'?"

She laughed. "I'm trying out some new stuff. You can't be 'squirt' forever."

"Sure I can." I argued. "And I wouldn't complain."

Nicole shot me a look I can't describe. The best way I could describe what was written on her face was 'perplexed, slaphappy curiosity.' As she walked down the hallway, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She closed her mouth and cleared her throat, concentrating on her thoughts. As she opened her mouth again, with intent to speak, another voice interrupted us.

"Adam! Nicole!" I turned around to see Megan excitedly following us. Nicole turned around soon after, and upon seeing Megan hurrying towards us, looked back at me with some kind of smug smile with raised eyebrows.

"Hey, Megan." She purred as Megan caught up to us, only looking away from me to look at her once she had finished her sentence. "What can we do for you?"

"Hi, Nicole." Megan said, a little shyly. "I was just wondering if Adam could help me put up posters again." She looked me right in the eye. "You know, like last time."

…Excuse me? Was Megan coming onto me, literally right after we broke up? Was she so dependent on me that she couldn't go a few days without some kind of release? I eyed her with a look of slight worry in my eye. Her smile didn't wane.

"Sure, Meg, no problem." Nicole said smoothly. "Want us both to help you? After all, I'm sure you wanna get out of here as much as we do. Three sets of hands can put up as many posters as two."

Posters. She emphasized the word posters. I shot Nicole a look and saw she never wiped that smug look off of her face. Did she know? What the hell was she trying to do?

"Um…" Megan said hesitantly. "I don't think that would be the best thing to do. I mean, Phil… He showed me a new way to distribute the posters along the halls, and it would take too long to teach you. Adam knows, though."

Wow. Megan was… The worst liar ever. Her eyes kept shifting back and forth as she talked, she started nervously playing with her hands, and when she had finished talking, she didn't dare make eye contact with either one of us, instead keeping her gaze locked on the floor.

Nicole slapped her head. "Oh, of course! The new poster design thing." She said, lying with a lot more expertise. "Yeah, Phil talked to me about that. Yeah, fair enough. I wanna get some chips at the corner store anyway. If I come back right after I get them, will that be enough time to get the posters set up?"

At first, Megan just stared at her. Eventually, she comprehended that Nicole fell for it (or, you know, 'fell for it') and beamed. "Yeah, I think so." She said both shyly and excitedly. "But we'd better start soon. C'mon, Adam."

I looked at Megan incredulously, then turned to look at Nicole, who had a cheeky grin of her own. I opened my mouth in protest, but before I could speak, Nicole added, "Don't worry about me. I'll still pick you up after you two are finished. Now go make the school proud, squirt."

Three-fourths internally laughing and one fourth pissed, I broke finally and just sighed, giving Nicole a smile of absolute contempt. She took it as a victory, her grin only becoming wider. "See you later!" She sang to us as she turned her back on us and sauntered down the hallway with a little more pride than I remembered in Nicole's walk.

As I shook my head at Nicole's back, I felt a hand grabbing mine. "C'mon, let's go." Megan cheerfully said as she practically dragged me down the halls.

"So guess what." She said giddily as she led me down the hall.

"What, Megan?" I asked with feign innocence as she kept walking.

She turned to me and grinned. "I made the whole thing about the poster distribution was a lie! I lied so I could get you alone." She giggled.

"No!!" I exclaimed, pretending to be taken aback.

She nodded enthusiastically. "And now that I have you alone…" She reached behind her and opened a door to what looked like a janitor's closet. It wasn't grubby, but at the same time, it wasn't exactly Don Corleone's luxurious estate.

"Um, Megan… I have several questions about this whole thing." I told her, looking around.

"Yeah?" She asked casually, closing the door behind me as I hesitantly walked in. "Like what?"

"Firstly, not to kill the mood or anything, but didn't we break up? Doesn't that entail… not this?" I gestured towards her, who was already already working her sweater over her head.

She blushed, but smiled nonetheless. "Weren't you and Nicole just having intercourse on the side?"

Of course she would use the word 'intercourse.' Without waiting for me to respond, she continued. "You've been on my mind constantly since we last did it, Adam. I don't even care if we're not in a relationship. You're right, the feelings were fake. But what we did… This…" She walked forward, putting her hand on my crotch and rubbing gently, "…This is definitely real." She gave me a small, slow kiss on the lips, and I saw her shyness leave her eyes. It's like I woke up something in this shy girl, and damn it if I was actually thinking this, but I really liked what I was seeing. "Any other questions?" She asked me boldly, grinning as she worked her t-shirt over her head. Well, that did me in. She won me, hook, line, and sinker. Any and all of my inhibitions about screwing my ex flew out of my head as she stood in front of me no longer wearing anything above the belt except for a bra, even though I still had questions.

"Yeah, I do actually." I said, gesturing around the room. "What's with the closet? I mean, I complained about doing it in a classroom before, but now it doesn't look so bad."

She chuckled. "This isn't a porn story, Adam. I need to be realistic." She explained. "It's exam time. I'm pretty sure that means classrooms will be filled with teachers marking their exams." She reached behind her and undid her bra, freeing her B cup breasts and revealing just how erect her nipples were already. "So, anything else or do you want to remind me why I missed you so much?" She asked me, posing provocatively.

Chuckling internally, I reached forward, and began to caress her breasts as Megan exhaled in pleasure and arched her back slightly, trying to fit as much of her chest in my hands. Her hands flew to my shirt, trying to work it over my head. I stopped my massage to help her, and as soon as both of us wore nothing from the pants up, I reached forward again, this time with my mouth, and started playing with her areolae with my tongue. Of course, as I always did, at first I teased her, barely touching her nipples with my tongue, occasionally keeping her interest spiked by flicking her erect nipple with my tongue. With each flick, her moans grew more urgent as she played with the nipple I wasn't occupying.

"Please…" She eventually moaned, as my tongue circled around her nipple for the millionth time that very session.

"Please what?" I asked her tauntingly as I took my mouth away from her tit so I could look her in the eyes, wrapping my arms around her back, pulling her in close as I felt the hot skin of her back. I savored the feeling – it was, as I had earlier said, like hot silk, and the innocent, doe-like eyes hiding an insatiable lust added to the feeling. I wanted her to make the first move, but I ended up making it myself, kissing her with so much passion I could tell that both of us were surprised by it.

Our hands were in a fury, and we were too abnormally horny teenagers to begin with. By the end of our kiss, although neither of us quite knew how, both of us were completely naked. I gazed over Megan's body and gained a new appreciation for what I saw – the beautiful, blonde curls, the way her eyes shone in their own special way, even without her glasses (which she just took off), her fair, even, soft skin, and the way her chest heaved and her cute face gained this look of longing when she was very turned on.

"We only have a little bit of time before Nicole comes back." Megan all but whispered.

I grinned mischievously. "Then turn around and bend over at the wall." I commanded.

Megan moaned involuntarily as her dream of getting fucked by her ex became more of a reality by the second. She immediately obeyed, putting her bare hands on the wall, pushing her beautiful butt out at me. I caressed it as I got behind her – it was a bit of a tight squeeze, getting behind her, since the janitor's closet wasn't exactly roomy, but it definitely worked.

"You ready?" I asked her as I rubbed my erect member along her pussy. All Megan could do was moan and push towards me desperately in response, and it was enough of a 'yes' for me. Taking in one last breath, I lined my dick up with her entrance and pushed my way in.

"Oh my goodness…" Megan exhaled with delight. "I missed this." I gave her a second to accommodate to me, and in response, she looked back at me. "What are you waiting for?" She asked me. "Take me. You know I like it rough."

Who was I to argue? Immediately, I started to pump in and out of Megan. Moaning in pleasure, she slammed right back in to me, using the wall as leverage. The room was filled with a loud slapping sound and the sounds of Megan's heavy breathing as we began going at it like rabbits, my hands poised around her curvy ass to give my movements even more speed.

Megan's erratic moaning became one consistent moan as our bodies became a blur. "F-faster." She panted. "P-please."

There was no room for gentleness or subtlety in this encounter, as I found out. I wasn't even sure if it was possible for me to go faster. After a few minutes, it even began to hurt. To convey how I felt, I reached up with one hand and smacked Megan's ass, hard. Somehow, she seemed to get the memo and in response, she arched her back harder, allowing me better access to slide in and out without sacrificing comfort. I thanked her by going faster, an action I have no doubt she noticed.

Soon, her moaning became this panicked breathing, and I could tell she was close. Knowing what she liked, I began to slap her ass again, and uttered dirty phrases I was surprised were coming out of my own mouth at her, all of which just turned her on even more. Her breathing became more and more erratic until it reached an apex, and with her climax came her juices. As soon as I felt the first gush of her fluids, I pushed in all the way and let her bask in her orgasm, which she appreciated with a steady repetition of 'Ahhh's.

It took her longer than usual to climb back down from her high. I pulled out of her and stood by her, rubbing her shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. When she could breathe normally again, she panted, "Gosh, I needed that."

I laughed. "Megan, you can swear if you want."

She laughed herself and turned pink. "I don't think so." She simply said. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but you haven't climaxed yet." I didn't respond, but my smile grew wider. "We'll have to fix that, won't we?" She asked me, grinning seductively.

From outside the room, I could hear footsteps. Footsteps I recognized. "Adaaaam…" Nicole's voice sang through the hall as the footsteps grew closer.

"It's Nicole." I whispered to Megan. "She's back."

"Keep quiet." Megan told me. We huddled together as we heard the footsteps go right by the closet, disappearing down the other side of the hall.

When I figured she was far enough away, I turned to Megan and whispered, "I think I'll take a rain check on that." I winked at her.

She smiled at me. "I hope you will. I don't want to stop doing this any time soon." Megan told me. "I don't care if you're my boyfriend or not. I like it when we do this." Her expression turned more serious. "And you care about me. Thank you for that."

I kissed her slowly on the lips. "Whatever makes you happy." I told her. We both smiled in unison.

We both gathered our clothes and put them on. Luckily, Megan's discharge never got on them, and I think janitors were accustomed to their closet floors being wet with something or other, so I didn't think they would notice. As soon as we figured the coast was clear, we opened the door and went out together, discovering then just at how lucky we were when we were met with just the empty hallway. As we stepped out, I checked my phone for any new messages, and as I suspected, I found one from Nicole.

Hey! I couldn't find you around school. The posters you put up look great. ;) I'm waiting in the parking lot.

Yup, thought so. It was gonna be interesting dealing with her on the way home. I turned to Megan. "Well, I'm gonna go find Nicole. I bet she's in the parking lot." I pseudo-lied. Kissing Megan on the cheek, I traced my hands down her body in an effort to tease her. She playfully pushed me away.

"Text me." I told her, holding up my phone as I turned to walk down the hallway.

"See you later." She cheerfully said, clearly back to her shy from now that her lust had been slaked.

***

It wasn't hard to find Nicole's car in the parking lot for a number of reasons. Number one, I had memorized that it was the only black Ford Focus I think I had ever seen. For another, it was blasting Take On Me by AHA.

"Hey, thanks for waiting." I said as I stepped into the car.

"Hey, squirt." She said, beaming. "Cigarette?"

I didn't respond, I simply buried my face in my hands. "Alright, alright, guilty." I said, defeated. I knew by now not to challenge Nicole on matters like this.

She laughed. "I'm surprised at you, hotshot. You sure have come a long way."

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Well, doing it with the ex you just broke up with in school is one thing." She reasoned. "But a janitor's closet? That's a new level of kinky."

"You knew?" I squeaked, feeling my face go pale. "How?"

"It's Nicole. She's back. Keep quiet." Nicole monologued over-dramatically, breaking into a smug smile when she finished. "You guys seriously don't know how to whisper."

"Ugh." I moaned, throwing my head back into my hands.

"Hey, it's not so bad." Nicole said comfortingly, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Why not?" I asked her, peeking my head out from my hands.

"Well, for one thing, I got both regular and sour cream and onion." She said triumphantly, holding up two bags of chips.

I chuckled. "Good call." I said.

"My place?" She asked me, smiling. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought I detected hope in her tone.

"Sure. Why not?" I answered happily. Her smile grew wider as she started the car. "But keep your shirt on." I winked at her.

"Right. You've seen your share of tits for the day. I forgot." She retorted, giving me a wink of her own.

"Oh, shut up." I weakly, yet playfully, responded. She gave a little laugh and started driving.

"Why are you so okay with Megan and I now, anyway?" I asked her. "When we were together, you hated it. Now, you're practically giddy knowing that I fucked her." I didn't mean to use such harsh language, but it kind of spilled out. I think I was starting to adopt to Nicole's way of talking around her, like I was another me around her – a type of me that felt comfortable being open and swearing.

"It wasn't her. I just don't like it when you're in a relationship. Especially a BS-y one." She answered. "You can't tell, but you were a lot more serious and dramatic when you were with her. It wasn't any fun." She made a mock pouty face towards me.

"Eyes on the road." I told her dismissively. "What about you? Your attitude towards Phil today was… interesting, to say the least." She only lowered one eyebrow in response. "I'm guessing you two are Splitsville too?"

"Oh, totally." Nicole answered immediately. "I don't know why the hell I thought this relationship would be different. Guys suck, no offense." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I felt like she had more to say.

"Go on." I told her.

"Huh?" She asked me. She reached a red light and looked at me quizzically.

"It doesn't sound like you're done." I told her. "Like you have more to say."

"Phil's a bad kisser?" She joked.

"Lucky I won't ever find out." I joked back. Nicole certainly was a master at making me feel at ease with certain themes. "But do you want to say anything else?"

She chuckled uneasily. "Not want, no." She said.

"If you want to say anything, say it." I told her. "But I won't make you say anything you don't want to."

Nicole nodded with a smile, then fixated her gaze back on the road. A few minutes of silence, besides the Wham! playing on the radio, filled the car before she broke. "I can't deal being around Phil. I don't wanna. It makes me feel… weird. Uncomfortable."

"That's understandable." I said sympathetically. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm quitting Student Council." she said, tensing up and trying – failing – to hide the look of sadness on her face.