CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NADIA
It was the last day of our exams. Ordinarily, I should have been excited that I would be free from being bullied by Alex and Sandro for the next month or more, but there was nothing to be happy about. The fact that it was Jack’s last day at school made me sad, really sad.
I could barely bring myself to study the night before, the words swimming around without meaning as anxiety took hold of me.
This is not what I had bargained for when I decided to come to college…
When I arrived at school that morning, I glanced over to where Jack usually sat in the front row near the window, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him. But he wasn’t there. My stomach twisted in knots as I realized that he never showed up for the exam. That made me worried. My thoughts raced. Was he okay? Did something happen? Had he left without a goodbye?
Crazy thoughts that wouldn’t go away flooded my mind!
The exam itself felt like a blur, questions flying in and out of my mind. I could barely focus on the papers in front of me, and my heart sank with each tick of the clock. Once it finally ended, I felt like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders, but that relief was quickly overshadowed by my growing concern about Jack.
As I stepped out of the exam hall, I noticed Mark talking to some of his friends near the lockers. I hesitated, knowing that he usually didn’t give a fuck about me, but the need for answers overcame my doubts. I didn’t mind how he was going to react. I took a deep breath and walked over to him. “Hey,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual despite the nerves tingling in my stomach.
“Hey, Nadia.” To my surprise, he smiled at me. It was disarming in a way, as it was the first time he had ever done so. “I was looking for you,” he said, dismissing his friends with a wave of his hand. This felt oddly nice, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit hopeful.
“Me? Why?” I asked, still astonished that he was actively holding a conversation with me without reminding me that we weren’t friends…and that we were never going to be.
He dipped his hand into his trousers and pulled out a letter, handing it to me. “Jack asked me to give this to you.”
“Jack?” My heart raced. “Why didn’t he come to school today?” I questioned, wanting to know what was happening but fearing the worst.
“Well, that’s why you have the letter,” Mark said simply, turning to walk away as if the conversation were over. I barely had time to process it when he turned back, the smile wiped from his face. The shift in his demeanor made me uneasy.
“My simple advice to you is this,” he said, his voice firm. “Stop thinking about my friend, because he will never be with you. You’re way below his league, and can never catch up.”
Before I could respond, he walked away, leaving me holding the letter and feeling more lost than before. Why did everyone always have to remind me of how out of place I felt? I stared down at the envelope, my fingers trembling slightly as I considered opening it.
Moments later, the classroom doors swung open, and Alex and Sandro strutted in, the confidence in their walk making them look even more annoying. I knew they would probably find some way to mess with me, and the last thing I wanted was for them to notice the letter in my hand. I quickly tucked it into my pocket, hoping they wouldn’t catch a glimpse.
But of course, nothing ever went as planned. Alex’s sharp eyes landed on me almost instantly. “What’s that you got there, Nadia?” he called out, swaggering over with Sandro in tow like a pair of wolves prowling for prey.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing again as I tried to keep the letter hidden. “Nothing,” I quickly said, but my voice sounded too high-pitched and nervous.
Alex smirked, “Oh, come on! Let us see!” Before I knew it, he lunged forward and yanked the letter from my pocket, holding it up triumphantly.
“Hey, give that back!” I protested, but he was already tearing it open as the other students gathered to see what was happening.
“Let’s see what Jack has to say to poor little Nadia,” Alex taunted, clearing his throat and reading the letter aloud.
“Dear Nadia,” he began dramatically. “I’m sorry for leaving without saying goodbye. I didn’t know how to face you, knowing that it would be the last time I saw you. I want you to know that I care about you, but I’m scared of what people will think if they find out that I loved someone so poor that could barely afford her rent.
It was so humiliating when the news went around school, and as much as I tried my best to not think about it, I could not. This is why I have never been able to ask you to be with me. I am so sorry, and I hope you understand.”
With each word, a hush fell over the crowd, followed by a wave of laughter as they absorbed the hurtful message. Alex’s mocking tone only amplified the humiliation I felt.
“Wow, Jack knows how to put it nicely, huh?” Sandro added with a sneer, making the others laugh harder.
“Looks like someone’s got a real ‘catch’ here!” Alex laughed, his voice echoing in the room.
I wanted to run out and find shelter somewhere, but sadly I had gotten used to the taunts and embarrassments a little too much.
I wiped off the tears that threatened to fall and instead went to the basketball court. I was too focused on the game, playing alone that I had not realized two hours had gone till I saw people walking out of the gate signifying that school was over for the day.
I sighed and moved to the locker room to change. The basketball court offered me the peace I desired but I had to go home anyway.
I reached the door knob and twisted it open shutting the door gently and walking into the locker room.
A few seconds in, I heard moaning sounds from an oddly familiar voice. I stopped in my tracks as the figure came into view. I knew that body well, as it wasn’t every day that I saw a 6’1 structure in the locker room with his black hair properly spread across his shoulders. It was Alex.
His huge, thick cock rested in his hand while he vigorously wanked it. I was not a fan of sights like this, but something about the way he moved his hands kept my feet glued to the floor.
Or was it the size and thickness of his cock?
Just staring at it, made me completely wet and if not for self-control, I was sure I’d have been pouring out already. Every inch of him called me in, as he continued beating his cock with so much intensity and focus. I wanted him to touch me that way too, that rough that I’d scream under his hold.
I wasn’t sure if he had noticed my presence, but his moan only rang louder as he continued wanking.
“Ahhh, ohhh…” The pain and pleasure that filled his face disturbingly satisfied me. I needed him inside of me with that much intensity, his finger, then his thick dick hitting my walls. My toes curled and I did not realize how much I had gotten invested till I began to swallow, my vagina vibrating like it was already getting played.
The intensity with which he moved back and forth increased and with the way he held the wall for support, it seemed like he was going to cum soon.
Realizing how lost I had gotten into watching him wank, I cursed silently and turned to tiptoe out of the locker room.
Till his voice interrupted. “Stay back there, Nadia.”
I froze, debating in my head whether to obey him or not. I finally made a choice and turned to him, if I ran away, then I was only going to create more problems for myself.
I was surprised to see that he had not stopped, his focus still on beating his cock as he made jerky movements. It did not even seem like he had turned to me.
Those were some of the perks of having a wolf and being an Alpha wolf to top it. Their heightened senses.
“What were you thinking when you tried to escape?” His deep voice filled the room as his green eyes pierced into mine.
I also wondered what came into me to think that he wasn’t seeing me to stay back and watch to my satisfaction.
“You’ve seen me do this, so you can’t just go away.” He shrugged. Releasing his hands from his cock, he gestured, “Come here. You’d have to finish what you started.”
I shivered.