CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
ALEX DAVALO
I had walked into class that morning with my headphones on, the familiar beats buzzing in my ears. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. I just wanted to settle into my seat, zone out, and get through the day. But as soon as I took a seat, I noticed Bethany walking over. Her expression caught my attention-she looked like the entire universe was against her.
“Alex,” she said, her voice tight and full of tension.
I took off one headphone to hear her better. “Hey, Beth. What’s up?” I asked, trying to keep it casual even though I could tell something was off.
“Do you love me, Alex?” she just said, and it surprised me. I just sat there, not sure how to respond to her.
But still, she asked again.
“Uh, why would you ask me that?” I replied, feeling my heart start to race a little. Just the way she phrased it made me uneasy.
“Just answer the question, Alex,” Bethany insisted, looking determined to get her answer. I could see her jaw was set, and I knew this would go back and forth until she got what she wanted.
“Okay, I do,” I replied, shrugging a bit. “What’s got you so riled up this morning?”
But instead of a satisfactory smile, she looked even more intense. Concerned we were about to create a scene right there in class, I got up, grabbed her hand, and led her outside.
“Let’s talk without an audience,” I said as I pulled her toward the hallway.
But then, for some reason, I felt the energy shift. I suddenly turned around and dragged her back into the classroom. “Alright, everyone,” I said loudly, looking at my classmates. “You all better leave. I want time alone with her.” I could feel the fear in the air; they didn’t need to be here for whatever was about to unfold. Fearfully, they all got up and rushed out, leaving just Bethany and me alone.
With the door now closed, I looked at her, puzzled. “Why did you want to know if I love you?”
That’s when she dropped the bomb. “I want proof that you’re not falling for that low-life girl, Nadia.”
I felt my blood boil a little. Was she questioning my loyalty like that? I stared at her, shocked and angry. “Are you serious right now? How could you even think that I would consider falling for Nadia!?” My voice was rising, and I didn’t even care.
Bethany held her ground and said, “I want proof that you still hate Nadia as much as Sandro does.”
“You want proof!?” I shouted, incredulous. “Proof that I hate her? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Yes, prove it, Alex,” she demanded.
My frustration hit a boiling point. “Fine! I will prove it to you, and I hope you eat your words once I do!” I stormed out of the classroom, fueled by a mix of anger and the need to show her I was serious.
As I stepped into the hallway, I nearly collided with Sandro. He looked at me with raised eyebrows, surprised I looked so messed up. “Whoa. What’s wrong with you, buddy?”
I told him about Bethany’s ridiculous demand. “She wants proof that I hate Nadia. Can you believe that?”
Sandro looked concerned. “You know, I think Lara and Bethany are beginning to fall too deep in love with us. We need to remind them that this is just a game we’re playing with them. I don’t want them thinking we are their American dream, because I can never be one to anyone.”
I nodded, but I wasn’t ready to let it go just yet. “We’ll talk about that later, Sandro. Right now, I need to show Bethany I’m not stupid enough to even consider falling in love with Nadia. How could she even think that!?”
“What are you planning to do?” Sandro asked, the worry clear on his face.
“I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure it out.”
“Well, whatever it is, make sure that Nadia pays for your anger. Don’t let it get wasted,” he added, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“Yeah, I will,” I said, feeling a surge of determination as I stormed out.
Later that day, at lunch break, I marched into the cafeteria with Sandro, Bethany, and Lara by my side. I scanned the room, and there she was-Nadia-sitting off to the side with a group, but looking completely silent and lonely. She wasn’t even part of the conversation; it was like she was trapped in her world.
Turning to Bethany, I pointed her out, striding closer. “You still need proof that I hate Nadia?”
“Yes, I do,” Bethany replied, sounding emphatic.
“Then watch me,” I said, my heart thumping hard against my chest as I marched to the lady in charge of the cafeteria.
“Can I get a bucket of water?” I asked her. She looked surprised and hesitant.
“What do you need it for?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“None of your business,” I shot back, looking sternly at her. I grabbed the bucket when she hesitated and stormed away from her.
I walked over to where Nadia was sitting, my pulse racing with the electrifying thrill of what I was about to do. I couldn’t think of a better way to prove to Bethany that I was no coward. “Hey, Nadia!” I shouted, and her head snapped up, surprise flooding her features.
I lifted the bucket high and emptied the entire contents over her. “How about that for proof!?” I yelled across the cafeteria, glancing back at Bethany, expecting to see her approval.
Nadia just froze. Her eyes widened, but she quickly composed herself, looking down at her wet clothes with an expression that was a strange mix of shock and hurt. The room fell silent for a moment, and I stared at Nadia, waiting for her reaction. I couldn’t help but notice the looks of surprise on the faces of the other students.
I didn’t give a fuck about them!
Then, without warning, Bethany, Lara, and Sandro erupted into mocking laughter. “Look at you, Nadia! You look like a wet dog!” Bethany cackled, her voice echoing with glee.
“Must be a new fashion statement!” Lara added, her laughter ringing cruelly in the air.
“You should have thought twice before coming to college! Now, you’re stuck with us!” Sandro chuckled, and I relished the power of the moment.
I turned back to Nadia, sneering, “I heard you protested over your snub during the award. Maybe next time you’ll think of your place before considering going to talk to the president about it. You deserved what you got, loser! You don’t belong in our world. You’re just an ugly little girl pretending to play with the big kids.”
I grabbed her shirt and tore it, leaving her with only her bra. She tried to run away, but I stood in her way. “You don’t fucking leave until I’m done!” I said. “Now, kneel before me!” I commanded. She did without hesitating.
The fact that she was quiet all through made me feel a bit curious, but I didn’t fucking care!
With that, I sauntered back to my group, leaving Nadia shocked and dripping wet in the cafeteria, savoring the feeling of victory as Bethany clung to my arm, laughing along with Sandro and Lara. I had proven my point, and it felt good. It felt… powerful.
“Satisfied now?” I asked her.
“My doubts are cleared!” she said, feeling ecstatic.
Before I left school that day, I managed to see Nadia in an empty class and since my dick had already been craving for warmth, I made sure to take advantage of it.
Nadia did not expect me, so immediately I got in, shock filled her face and she took steps back.
I pushed her to an empty chair, not wanting to waste any time as Sandro was waiting for me, so we could leave school together.
“Please, Alex.” She whispered.
“Please? You love my dick. Why should I deny you some of it inside your pussy?”
She shivered but I didn’t respond to her, and instead ripped off her panties then slammed my already thick cock into her.
She gasped, her entire body struggling to accommodate the size. But I didn’t bother, she was already wet and it felt lubricating enough to make my penetration easier.
I pulled Nadia by her hair to meet my thrust and with another powerful stroke, she moaned out loud. “Alex.”
It was only as I pulled her closer to me that I realized that she had been crying. I felt a pang of guilt, but who cares?
“Stop playing victim,” I growled. “Your pussy belongs to me and I’m just taking what I own,” I pushed even further as I spoke and I didn’t fail to notice her continuous whimper.
But why would I believe that she wasn’t enjoying when her vagina clenched and her legs curled up as I rubbed her wet clit while hitting her G-spot?
“Alex…” she let out another melodious moan that caused the heat in my body to rise and my cum was so close to the tip that I feared I was going to release it at any moment.
“Good girl. Now that’s what I want you to do. Moan even louder,” I chuckled then continued thrusting deep into her, attempting to hit all her walls.
Nadia’s body was too excited that she squeezed in every way possible, even the walls of her vagina against my cock.
It triggered me so much that I could not hold my cum in anymore. Moaning and shaking against my control, I poured all of my cum on her, making sure that it splashed around her ass cheek in a seducing way.
When Sandro and I got back home that day, it felt like an ordinary afternoon. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of lawnmowers from the neighborhood. I had just dropped my backpack by the door and was in the middle of unpacking my things when I heard the creak of my bedroom door opening. I turned around, startled, to see my father standing there.
“Father, what brings you to my room?” I asked, curiosity edging my voice. It wasn’t common for him to walk in unannounced, especially not when I had just returned from spending time away. He seldom came into my room unless there was a pressing matter or it had been quite a while since I’d been home.
Instead of answering my question, his gaze was fixed on the old photographs pinned to the wall above my study area. These were not just any photographs-they were a collection of memories from my father’s youth. There were images of him and his friends, wild and carefree, with smiles so wide they seemed to stretch beyond the frame. I could almost hear the laughter and see the stories behind those snapshots.
He walked slowly towards the wall, his fingers grazing the edges of the photos as though trying to touch the past. I watched him, a mix of curiosity and unease knotting in my stomach.
“You know, Alex,” he finally said, his voice soft and almost nostalgic, “these pictures remind me of when I was young. I miss those times sometimes. Sometimes, responsibilities can make us forget so much”
There was a hint of melancholy in his voice, and I could see the years weighing on him. It was rare for him to speak like this, to open up about his feelings so directly. I shifted on my feet, trying to make sense of the unusual mood.
My father’s gaze then drifted from the wall to my study area. He stopped in front of the desk where my textbooks and scattered notes were piled. Without a word, he reached for one of the books, a thick volume of classic literature I’d been trying to get through. As he opened it, I could see a mix of curiosity and detached interest in his eyes.
Just then, something fell out from between the pages. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest as I saw what it was-a neatly folded envelope. My mind raced, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. It was the same letter Nadia had written to me, thanking me for paying her college fees. I had kept it in the book, thinking it was a safe place. Now, it seemed like the worst place it could have been.
My father picked up the envelope, and I could feel the panic rising inside me. He looked at the envelope, then back at me. I wanted to stop him from opening it, to snatch it away, but I knew that would only draw more attention.
“Dad, um, did you see that new show on TV? The one about the history of-” I began, desperately trying to distract him.
He barely acknowledged my attempt. His eyes were locked on the envelope. I tried to think of anything else I could say, anything to divert his attention, but my mind went blank.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he opened the envelope. I watched in agonized silence as he unfolded the letter. His eyes skimmed over the neatly written words, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“I see what you’re up to, Alex,” he said finally, his tone even but laced with an undercurrent of amusement.
I felt my heart drop. “It’s not what you think, Father,” I said quickly, scrambling for an explanation. “It’s just… it’s a letter from a friend. She-she just wanted to thank me for helping her out.”
My father’s gaze remained fixed on the letter as he folded it back into its envelope. He looked up at me with a mixture of bemusement and approval. “I’m impressed with you, Alex,” he said, his voice warm. “It’s good to see you helping others.”
I stood there, stunned, as he placed the envelope back inside the book and put it back on my desk. He gave me a final, approving nod before turning and walking out of my room. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of relief and lingering anxiety. I had expected a scolding or, worse, disappointment, but instead, he had just given me a rare compliment.
As the door clicked shut, I slumped down onto my bed, trying to process the unexpected turn of events. The letter was safe, my father seemed pleased, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of calm wash over me…
But this won’t be the last time he talks about this, I know…