SELENA
I placed the food in front of Marco, smiling as he returned the gesture, taking a bite from his burger. He was unusually quiet today, his eyes lingering on his food as if lost in thought.
“You okay?” I asked, trying to sound casual. He nodded, chewing slowly and then taking another bite. Something was off.
I took a fry, popping it into my mouth, thinking about how I still hadn’t addressed the issue with Cyrus. I knew it was why Marco seemed distant.
“So, about… Saturday…” I started, hesitating as his gaze finally met mine.
“Hm?” he hummed, taking a sip of his cold Coke, his eyes attentive.
“About Cyrus… uh…” I faltered, unsure of how to phrase it.
“You both used to have something?” Marco asked directly, his tone even. I froze, caught off guard. How did he know? Was it really that obvious?
“Uh… kind of,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I glanced at him, expecting anger, but he just nodded and swallowed hard.
“How did you know?” I asked, feeling my cheeks warm with embarrassment.
“It’s kind of obvious,” Marco said, setting his drink down. “The other day, he interrupted our date like he was your boyfriend. He kissed you on the cheek, and the way he looks at you… it’s clear there’s more.”
I bit my lip, feeling a pang of guilt and confusion. “But he doesn’t get to keep you at all,” Marco continued, his voice firm but gentle. “Just me. I like you a lot, and I won’t let him have you.”
He leaned in, giving me a soft peck on the lips. It was sweet but it was quite weird though.
“Okay,” I murmured, returning his smile, though my thoughts were anything but settled.
~~
“Call me when you’re done with classes,” Marco said, giving me a peck on the cheek. I smiled, hugging him before waving goodbye.
“See you later,” I murmured. He returned my smile and walked away.
We weren’t officially dating, but it was clear we were into each other. As I turned around, my smile faded when I bumped into Grey. He raised an eyebrow, glancing from me to Marco, who was just leaving.
“That’s the guy who’s been choking you?” Grey asked, his tone sharp.
“No, no,” I stammered, letting out a nervous laugh. “Not at all.”
“So who is that loser to you?” he pressed.
“Just a friend,” I murmured, hoping to sound convincing.
“Just a friend?” Grey repeated, skepticism in his eyes.
“Yeah,” I nodded, trying to stay calm.
“Hm… because he is bad news,” Grey said, walking away.
I sighed, wondering why everyone kept saying Marco was trouble. Shaking off the unease, I headed toward my class.
I met up with Eva, and we attended classes together. During a break, I confided in her about the complicated situation with Cyrus and how he had been unusually nice lately.
She rolled her eyes. “He’s just trying to get into your panties again. You should rebuke him like I rebuked your whore of a brother.” Her bluntness made me laugh, though her words echoed my own doubts.
“Yeah… he seemed genuine too, but we’re just going to stay friends forever, and I’m going to concentrate more on Marco,” I said, my voice trailing off as I pondered the situation. Eva fell silent, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“Oh… him,” she muttered, and I nodded, smiling despite the uncertainty gnawing at me.
“What about Ezra? Is he still trying to get into your pants?” I asked, glancing at her. She rolled her eyes dramatically and nodded.
“Boys,” I sighed, taking a sip from my juice.
“And when they’re done getting what they want, they’ll vanish like avatars,” she said, and we both laughed, though the humor had a bitter edge.
“Do you think that applies to Marco too?” I asked, looking at her over the rim of my glass as I sipped my juice slowly.
“That applies to all boys. All… no exception,” she said with conviction. I nodded, taking another sip, the doubt creeping back into my thoughts.
“You think he’s eventually going to cheat on me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I dunno, but that’s what boys do. I feel like… if you’re feeling horny, just fuck them and that’s it. Don’t need to put your soul, mind, and spirit into it. You can also fuck and dump them too,” she said bluntly, her tone hardened by past experiences.
I looked at her, feeling a mix of sadness and resignation. “Two wrongs don’t make a right,” I said, my gaze dropping to my half-empty glass.
“Yeah, Ezra is a dimwit who played with your innocent heart. But don’t do it to the one percent of innocent and loving boys we have out there,” I said, feeling a surge of protectiveness toward that elusive ideal of a good guy.
Eva sighed, her expression softening a bit. “I know, but it’s hard not to get jaded. It’s like every time I trust someone, they let me down.”
“Yeah… they’re just fools who don’t know what a good girl is,” I said, smiling at Eva. She nodded in agreement, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“And I don’t know why bad boys are the best fucks… damn girl, I’ve been with some nerdy and good boys, and they’re terrible. Ezra was literally my best,” she said, her voice tinged with exasperation and amusement.
“Ewww, I do not want to hear how my brother fucked you. That’s beyond disgusting,” I said, wrinkling my nose, which only made her laugh harder.
“Well… I don’t even know how it feels to climax with a guy. He literally pulled out halfway. I was so angry but also insanely horny,” I admitted, feeling a flush of heat creep up my neck as I squeezed my legs together, recalling the frustration of it.
“It feels amazing to actually reach that peak with someone you want,” she said dreamily, then sighed as if lost in her own memories.
“Yeah… but Cyrus was so good with his fingers,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper, and Eva’s eyes widened slightly.
“And his tongue was perfect. The combination of both his tongue and fingers could make you see heaven. Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to actually go all the way with him and reach that climax,” I murmured, almost to myself, my mind wandering back to those intense moments.
“Well, we can try,” a deep voice suddenly whispered in my ear. I jumped, my eyes widening in shock as I turned to find Cyrus standing right behind me, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, my heart racing. His sudden appearance had my pulse throbbing in my ears.
“We can try it out in my car. That used to be our favorite spot, you know,” he said, his voice low and smooth. He leaned in closer, his eyes dancing with amusement, making my face flush red with both embarrassment and a hint of something else.
“You freak,” I shot back, trying to ignore the rapid beating of my heart and the blush spreading across my cheeks.
Eva’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle her laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Cyrus just smirked, leaning back slightly, clearly enjoying my reaction.
“Just say the word,” he said with a wink, his voice filled with playful challenge before he turned and walked away, leaving me flustered, breathless, and utterly conflicted as I watched him go.
“What the fuck… why didn’t you tell me he was there?” I said, my eyes wide with shock and embarrassment.
Eva, trying to stifle her laughter, shrugged nonchalantly. “By the time I noticed him, it was too late. You were already going on about how good his fingers were.”
I buried my head in my hands, groaning in mortification. “That was so embarrassing. Now he’s not going to stop until he actually gets what he wants.”
“Boys,” she murmured, shaking her head with a sigh.
“Why were they even created?” I asked, exasperation in my voice. Eva burst out laughing, her laughter ringing out across the cafeteria.
“If only women ruled the world and boys were just our slaves, here to pleasure us and then disappear,” I continued, lifting my head slightly to join in her laughter. “That would be so much better.”
Eva’s laughter subsided, and she nodded in agreement, her eyes still sparkling with amusement. “A girl can dream,” she said with a grin, making me smile despite my earlier embarrassment.
~~
I walked towards the parking lot, feeling the absence of my car as I had planned to go home with Marco today. Reaching for my phone to call him, I halted abruptly when a familiar smirking face appeared before me.
“You ready to go home?” Cyrus asked, his grin widening.
“Go home? What do you mean?” I asked, confused by his sudden presence.
“Yeah… your dad asked me to bring you home,” he explained, looking at me with a mix of seriousness and amusement.
I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re serious?”
“I wouldn’t lie, especially when it comes to your dad,” he said with a casual shrug.
Great, I thought. This was going to complicate things with Marco, who already didn’t like Cyrus. But I couldn’t exactly defy my dad’s wishes either. Resigned, I looked back at Cyrus and nodded. “Lead the way.”
He smiled and started walking, leading me to a sleek new car. “Got a new ride?” I asked, trying to mask my irritation.
“Yep,” he said, nodding with pride.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, slipping into the passenger seat as he started the engine and drove off.
“Aren’t you going to call your toy and tell him you’re heading home?” he asked, a teasing edge in his voice.
“I’ll call him later,” I replied, rolling my eyes and sighing as I glanced at my phone.
“How were classes?” he asked, attempting small talk.
“Boring,” I murmured, not really in the mood for conversation.
“I can make it less boring though,” he muttered suggestively.
“You’re such a pervert,” I shot back, knowing exactly what he meant.
“No… I meant I could tutor you. Seems you’re the only one with a dirty mind here,” he said, pretending innocence.
“Dirty-minded asshole,” I muttered under my breath.
“Says the girl fantasizing about my tongue, fingers, and big dick,” he countered, making my face flush a deep red.
“Shut up,” I hissed, embarrassed.
“Well, we could try it out. I bet I’d be better in bed than your toy,” he said, smirking.
Instead of getting angry, I found myself laughing. “You’re so funny,” I said between giggles.
“What? We could just hook up and then go back to our normal routine,” he suggested, still grinning.
“You think I’d want to be part of your one-night stand crap?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, not a one-night stand. More like friends with benefits,” he corrected, still pushing his luck.
“Aww, that’s really cool, but no,” I said, turning my gaze back to the road.
“Hmm… it won’t be long,” he murmured.
“Won’t be long for what?” I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Nothing,” he replied, focusing on the road.
Suddenly, he winced, making me look at him in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m getting a cramp in my leg. Oh, shit,” he groaned.
“Sorry, pull over or something,” I suggested, watching as he struggled to maintain control.
“Just help me massage it. It usually works,” he said, and I nodded, placing my hand on his thigh. His muscle was firm under my touch, and I tried to ignore the intimacy of the moment.
“Go higher,” he whimpered, and I adjusted my hand, massaging further up.
“Just rub it,” he instructed, and I obliged, rubbing his thigh, only to have his hand suddenly guide mine closer to his crotch.
“Motherfucker!” I exclaimed, yanking my hand back, glaring at him.
Cyrus chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
TBC