Chapter 33

Hearing Foster call Claudia a good girl, sweetheart, his doll, and whatever other names he has for her irritates Julia who unfortunately has been assigned to room 207. She was initially excited to be rooming right next to Foster but that excitement quickly turned into resentment towards Claudia. Julia covers her ears, attempting to block out some of the images of the other two teens from her mind. In doing so, she begins to recall her own memories with Foster.

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Foster and Julia have a slight history between them. She was one of those 'empty fucks' from Foster's past. She had always been into him. He is tall, dark, and handsome, and despite how cold he was, he was still kind when it mattered.

Julia remembered back to her first day of high school. As a freshman, she hadn't developed as quickly as other girls in her grade. Her breasts were small, she was short, and she hadn't even gotten her period by the time she started 9th grade. She had braces that made her look like an absolute dork. She was the definition of a geek. Some of the older girls would make fun of her, convincing their boyfriends to pick on her.

Through all of the bullying and anger that she felt, Foster was always there to save her. He might not remember it, but she remembers fondly. Every single time she was being harassed; he was there to back her up. He was her savior. She developed feelings for him the day he first came to her aid. Foster was known for beating the crap out of douchebags, but Julia thought her case was different. He always made sure she was okay after. He was gentle with her. He stayed with her until she was finished crying. He would listen to her worries and difficulties. She thought that meant that he might have liked her back as well.

She misunderstood his kindness for something more. When he didn't return her feelings, she was heartbroken. She spent her sophomore and junior year at home, taking online classes. She couldn't bear the idea of going back to that school every single day, just to see the guy who rejected her. Through her pain, she flourished.

She entered their senior year with a body that most girls would kill for. Her brunette hair was shiny and smooth. She had a great set of tits and her ass was round and plump. She worked out a lot in order to develop the body that she has. She loved the attention that the guys gave her. When she saw Foster in the halls, she expected the same attention, but he didn't seem to notice her.

She sat in the library, watching him read most evenings. Despite not being noticed by him, she was determined to capture him in one way or another. Before Claudia showed up, Julia was able to seduce him a few times. They spent a couple of Saturday evenings behind the mall. Each time she did her best to make him feel good. Each time he fucked her hard and fast and finished quickly. Never saying anything to her more than a 'thanks' and 'see ya'.

She thought that if she just had more time, she could get him interested in her. Maybe she could convince him to take her to his room. If she got into his room, she would know what he is into and be able to use that to her advantage. Before she could get that time with him, Claudia arrived and stole all of his attention away from her.

What was so special about this girl that made her more appealing than Julia? Claudia's boobs are small. She is a literal dwarf. She is pale. Has she ever heard of the sun? Claudia is skinny, like straight skin and bones. There wouldn't be anything for a man to grab onto when fucking. Claudia is a total nerd. Always focused on books. There is no way that she could be more entertaining than Julia. Julia has experience. She knows her way around the male anatomy. She is tall with long legs and nice tits. They are real too. Not every girl can say that. Julia has confidence and walks with her head held high. She isn't afraid to voice her opinion and is quite intelligent. But for some reason, Foster prefers Claudia and that pisses Julia off.

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A few pained tears slip out, sliding down my cheeks. Knowing that I was not enough for him and will never be what he wants hurts so much. I get up and stomp out of the room. I am not about to sit around having a pity party. I channel my pain into finding a way to fuck things up for Claudia. I don't care if he loves her. I don't care if she loves him. I just want them both to hurt as much as I do.

I find myself stopped in front of Mr. Rennet's room. I gently knock a few times, waiting for a response. A few moments later he steps out into the hallway. "What can I do for you, Julia? Is everything alright?" I shake my head no. My tears are still falling. I use them to appear helpless, to add to the theatrics.

"I-I thought I heard sounds coming from the room next to mine. Th-There was grunting and m-moaning and I tried to ignore it but I couldn't. I'm just so worried about whoever is in there. Will you check on them to make sure everything is okay?" I fake stutter.

"Of course, can you tell me what room?"

"205. I think." He nods and turns back to his room, probably to grab a spare key or something in case those two don't answer immediately. I smirk, but the sad helpless girl act returns as soon as Mr. Rennet makes his way back out. I follow closely behind, not wanting to miss any of the upcoming drama.

Before we make it all the way there, he stops and turns around. "Julia, I want you to go back to your room and close the door. Just in case someone is hurt, I want them to be able to have their privacy okay? Also to avoid you catching any glimpses of anything that could potentially be traumatic," I reluctantly nod my head and go back to my room, trying or figure out a way to hear everything that is about to go down.

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Loud pounding at the door shakes me awake. 'Joe, that asshole. How could he interrupt me right now? Way to cockblock bro. I was hoping for at least a few more rounds before we separated again,' I curse my friend for his impatience.

I get up from the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty that was just cuddled up against me. I stare a few more moments than I should because the knocking seems a bit more frantic now. I pull up my boxers and sweatpants and head for the door, hoping to get there and calm whoever is on the other side so they don't wake up C. She's had a long morning and is in for an even longer night. A sly grin spreads across my face, but I shake it and any lingering thoughts of bedroom fun out of my head as I open the door.

"What do you want J-" I stop as I realize that the person in front of me isn't Joe, but our teacher looking rather angry.

"Step aside Foster. I know you aren't alone in here and I need to make sure that whoever else is in here is safe," Mr. Rennet attempts to push past me but I block him. Knowing how naked C is and how self-conscious she feels towards her own body prevents me from letting Mr. Rennet in any further.

"I can't let you in teach. Claudia is asleep in there. She also isn't the most," I gulp, searching Mr. Rennet's eyes for any sign of understanding. Finding none I continue my statement, "clothed."

"Foster, I swear to god." Mr. Rennet stops trying to force his way in, shaking his head at me.

"I'm sorry. I guess we weren't being the quietest huh," my gaze meets the ground as heat covers my ears. Normally I don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks of me, but I need to take C into consideration more when engaging in these types of activities.

"You nearly had your one of your neighbors calling the cops. She thought someone was being hurt," he huffs a disappointed breath out. "You can't be doing that kind of thing in here. Do you even understand the consequences?"

"I'm sorry. I just hate being away from her. I'm so used to her presence that not seeing her for more than a few hours hurts me."

"I can understand that, but you need to be more careful. If you had a different chaperone, one who didn't know you as well, maybe someone who didn't know your history, you might have gotten kicked off the school trip. I know your mom isn't available to you right now so they would probably have to call Mrs. Jones correct?"

"Fuck, you're right."

"Language." Mr. Rennet corrects me. I bite my tongue, trying to remember that I can't just throw out curses willy-nilly, especially not in front of a teacher I respect. I'm not trying to show others that they can treat him the same. "Is she okay?" He looks past me, trying to see if the room can give him any hint about Claudia's state.

"She's fine, I swear. If it will make you feel better, I can wake her up and have her get dressed to come to speak with you?" I offer.

"Hearing your willingness is enough for me. Just don't put me into another position like that okay? I'm already stressed enough," Mr. Rennet waves his hand at me and turns to leave the room. "Just send her my way later in the evening when she wakes up. I still want to see that she is okay with my own eyes," and with that, he's gone.

I rub my face, trying to rack my brain to figure out how the hell it sounded like I was hurting her. Thinking back on our activities I try to recall every sound she made. Recounting each delicious noise makes me hard, but I try to stifle my excitement so that I can focus on figuring out what might have happened. The only explanation that I can think of would be some naive virgin hearing Claudia's screams of pleasure and mistaking them for pain but even that's a stretch. I know a lot of the kids on this trip and I can't think of anyone off the top of my head who fits that description. A sinking feeling washes over me. Something doesn't feel quite right.