4 Chapter 3

(Nathan's POV)

I am at my locker putting away my first-period books and grabbing my gym clothes when I feel someone grab my ass.

Seriously, some people need help.

I turn around to smack the person when I see Chris and his signature smirk.

"Asshole! I thought you were a freaking pervert!" I exclaim.

"You and I both know that that is exactly what I am." He says and then traps me against my locker with his hands on either side of me.

"I know you are but what am I?" I retort.

"Stop Mr. Behaves Like A Second Grader But Does Not Look Like A Second Grader. Let's get to Gym class and if you are good, then I will give you a special reward." Chris seductively states.

"What if I choose to be bad?" I mimic his tone and lean toward his lips.

"I might have to give you a lesson in behavior starting with putting that mouth of yours to good use," Chris whispers then leans in trying to close the distance between us. I smirk and pull away.

"Tease," he mutters.

"You know it," I say and then walk away.

I feel Chris watching me so I sashay and over exaggerate my movements, swinging my hips side to side. Hearing Chris groan, I know that he isn't unaffected which makes me smile to myself. I bite my lip and head to Gym class.

(Jace's POV)

Ugh, I hate Gym. Every day I have to witness the torture of watching Trevor change. Even worse, he always makes eye contact with me and starts to move his hips to invisible music and slowly strip. If I look at him, then I will sprout a mass boner for the rest of the day cause that's all I will be able to think about. This is going to be a long class.

(Chris' POV)

Oh, man! I watch Nathan walk away and I can't help the groan that escapes. Every day I fall more and more for him. Hell, I might even love him.

I remember the day we met.

I was 8 years old and I was just taking a walk in my favorite park when I saw this little boy crying in the sandbox. I walked over to him and asked him what was wrong. He said this bully named Rodney had knocked over his sandcastle. I told him what if I helped him build a new one. Immediately he stopped crying and flashed me the brightest smile I had ever seen and immediately I knew I never wanted to see this little boy sad again. I asked him his name and age and he told me his name was Nathan and he was 7 years old.

He became my whole world. Anytime he needed me, I would drop everything for him. Some people said I loved him but I didn't know what loving him meant.

When we became freshmen, I became more interested in dating and figured out I was attracted to both guys and girls. I drifted away into the world of sex and didn't hang out with Nathan as much.

When I first lost my virginity, what I realized after that was that the only person I wanted to be under me panting and moaning my name was Nathan. That's when I realized I was head over heels for Nathan.

Scared of rejection, I became the player who had sex with about everybody I met, girl, boy, it didn't matter. After each time, I was only reminded of the fact that Nathan would never be the one squirming under me and the only thing he was able to mutter was my name.

One day, Nathan came to me and asked me if I could help him learn to have sex. I couldn't believe it. He wanted me to help him because he wanted to impress some guy who he liked a lot. My heart stung, but I figured why not, I can help him, and maybe I will get over him.

Man, was I wrong.

I remember our first lesson which was kissing. He and I were just doing homework and then I told him it was time for his first lesson. He looked so confused and cute that I just roughly attached my mouth to his and he just gave into me. I knew from that moment, I would never get over him. His lips were the softest thing I had ever touched. I became addicted immediately but I knew he probably didn't feel anything.

It has been three months since that incident and we still haven't had actual sex yet. I get confused by his actions. He acts like he is really into kissing me and stuff but maybe he is just thinking of his crush and this hurts. We have done everything but have sex. I'm scared that if I do have sex with him, it will just make me fall harder and he probably will just break my heart in the end when he tells his crush he likes him.

Fuck, love is hard.

(Trevor's POV)

I had to stay after class because I needed help with something in Physics so now I am running late to Gym.

I race to the locker room and tear off my clothes.

Damn, why are these freaking clothes so hard to get off?

"What no strip show today?" I hear a deep voice I know belongs to Jace.

I turn around and smirk.

"Did you want one?" I ask and move closer to him until he is backed up against the locker doors.

I bite my lip and look him directly in the eyes. He groans and pulls me close to him and I feel his clothed member aching to be free. His hands move down my sides to my ass and he roughly squeezes.

"Jace please…" I moan.

"You want some of this?" He growls, starting to make thrusting movements.

I moan to his words.

"I can't," he says and turns away.

I just stand there with no emotion in my eyes.

"I don't want to hurt you." I hear him mutter before he turns away.

Hurt me? What could he do that hasn't already hurt me as strongly as his rejection did.

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