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FETISH

DRE’S P.O.VThe second I’m out of the bathtub, Luke is on me.“She’ll hear us; the walls are fucking thin,” I whisper while he pins me gently to the wall. It sucks so much that Mum isn’t on a night shift today.Luke's eyes soften, his body relaxes. He leans in, nuzzling his nose against my chin then pulls away.I flinch when his fingers leave my warm skin, already missing his touch. I want to scream at him to leave them on me.He heads to the sleeping bag, taking me to my bed while he lies back, staring up at me while I get dressed, pulling on my oversized sleep shirt and shorts, climbing onto my bed.Luke settles into the sleeping bag, lying on his back with one arm tucked behind his head. He looks up at me with that lazy smirk.“How is it sleeping on the floor?” I whisper, leaning over the edge.“Great, actually,” he murmurs back, eyes sparkling with humour. “Five-star flooring right here.”I roll my eyes but smile, he smiles back, the rare one that makes his eyes crinkle and shows

SIMON SAYS

LUKE’S P.O.V I hold Dre’s arm lightly, just before she can climb out of the car. “Remember the favour you owe me.” Dre sighs, staying in the car. The bell has just rang, but I’m sure Dre can wait two minutes, just two minutes for me to explain my favour. “I want you to play a game with me.” She frowns, already shaking her head. “I don’t think I want to play your ‘game’” “Well, you don’t exactly have a choice; you owe me.” I laugh. “So show some enthusiasm, will you?” “Luke—” “Hear me out first.” She sighs, then allows me to carry on. “It’s Simon says; we’re both Simons, but there’s only one Simon per hour,” I start watching her eyes soften while she listens. “Six hours for school, meaning we each get to be Simon for three hours. Since my phone broke, we will send our requests through notes. We both fulfil each other’s requests within that hour.” “And if we don’t?” She asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I’m certain I’ll fulfil your requests, but if you don’t..

THINK ABOUT ME

DRE’S P.O.VI can’t believe Luke actually pulled that off and did that to Shirley. Before, I wasn’t a hundred per cent sure Shirley had a crush on him, but that little act changed everything.Shirley, that lucky little fucking whore. Her face stayed flushed for minutes after he left, the red in her cheeks refusing to fade. Every time it started to settle, she’d space out for a second like she was replaying his words, then blush all over again. The class was buzzing. Half the girls were giggling, the guys looked shocked, and I had to bite my lip so hard to keep from laughing out loud.I feel a tiny bit mean for embarrassing her like that… but honestly? It’s kind of a win for her too. Now she has this ‘idea’ that Luke’s into her. Or at least bold enough to say nasty shit to her face.Silver, some others, and I were laughing about it on the way to our next class.“What do you think, Luke said to her?” Silver laughs.“He probably needed a hall pass, or something.”“Where is he anyway?”I

HUMPING

DRE’S P.O.VI glance around the classroom, heart hammering so hard I’m convinced everyone can hear it. Everyone’s either scribbling notes or staring blankly at the board. No one’s paying attention to me.Good.Slowly, I shift forward in my seat, spreading my legs a little wider under the desk. I slip the eraser between my thighs, pressing the thick end against myself through my shorts.The pressure makes me bite my lip hard. Once it's right where I want it, I start rocking my hips just barely, grinding against it, while pretending to stare at my notebook. The very little shift sends warm sparks up my spine. Thankfully, no one is sitting behind me.Emboldened, I pass the eraser through the opening of my shorts, getting up, to sit directly on top of it.I keep grinding; my hips roll shamelessly. I can’t believe I’m doing this, fucking my eraser, right in the middle of class. It's pressed right against my soaked slit. I pretend to scribble equations, but my handwriting is a complete mes

SINK

LUKE’S P.O.VEight more minutes.The storeroom door opens, and to my surprise, Dre came. She’s actually here.I close the door behind her, locking it with an old key I found lying around uselessly in coach's office. After the last time Dre and I were here, I swiped them. I had a feeling we were going to need this place again, and we do. “You came,” I say, folding my arms over my chest, with what most would call a "cocky" smile plastered on my face. "But what for?”She rolls her eyes.“To give you this,” she says, handing me her request in a folded piece of paper.I hold her eyes, letting a second goes by, then I finally take it. I put the request away, not wanting to read it right away. After her first request, I doubt I’d be surprised by any other request she brings. And even if it does shock me, I’d still do whatever she wants me to.She turns round to leave. And I follow her to get the door.Five more minutes.I don’t want to be an asshole, and even though it seems like she doesn

SHOW BOY

DRE’S P.O.V“Luke seems somewhat happier, don’t you think?” Ruth asks while we change in the girls' locker room for Phys. Ed.I blink, a little startled by the change of topic, because minutes ago we were talking about something entirely different.“I guess,” I say. “Is his Dad still in town?”I nod. “Probably, I haven’t spoken to him much since his phone broke, but he’s still in town.”I’m lying to her again. She’s my friend, and I’m lying.“Do you think it’s okay for me to talk to him now, like visit him or get him to come over since he’s in a good mood?”The feel of his lips between my teeth comes to mind. I swallow hard. “I saw you with him in the hallway earlier; did he seem in a good mood?” I ask back instead, remembering she was with him when he flipped me off.“We didn’t really talk much; he said he had to be somewhere after. We barely said anything.”“Well...I really don’t know what’s up with him.”Ruth frowns. “You’re supposed to be my wingman, Dre.”“I know, and I’m tryin

DON'T CARE

LUKE’S P.O.V“Like what you see?”Dre drops onto the grass with a half-smirk, and I settle beside her, leaning back on my hands. The sun warms my bare shoulders, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in her gaze.She rolls her eyes, but the laugh that slips out betrays her. “It 'is' my request,” she says, her eyes dragging slowly over my chest and arms. “So yeah… I’ve gotta like it.”The first running team jogs past us, with Ian leading the group. He has my crumpled shirt fisted in his hand. He throws it at me.“You forgot this,” he calls.I catch it one-handed and give him a quick thumbs-up before tugging it over my head. Dre makes a soft, disappointed sound.“I said for the entire Phys. Ed period,” she reminds me.I grin. “I thought we were keeping this low-key.”“We are being low-key,” she insists, but there’s a nervous edge to her voice.I wet my lips a little, remembering the taste of hers barely an hour ago.“Low-key doesn’t mean straight-up ogling over me when I’m shirtless.” I

DO ANYTHING

DRE’S P.O.VThe bell rings for lunch. Coach Adams is already blowing the whistle hard, ordering the class to gather round. Luke gets up, stretching out his hand to help me up. “That was my request,” he says. There was no need for that to be a request; he could’ve just brought it up without making it a part of the game.“Jocks, wait behind; everyone else can be dismissed. Good work to those who participated,” Coach barks.“I’ll see you around,” Luke says.Before I can respond, someone steps beside me, looping their arm around mine.“Hey,” Ruth greets. She smiles at me, then, Luke. Neither of us react.“Let’s go; I’m starving,” Ruth says, pulling me away.We head back to the girls’ locker room, her grip on my arm tight like she’s afraid I’ll vanish before she gets the details. The second we push through the locker room doors, the chatter of the other girls fades into background noise. Ruth spins me around near the benches; her eyes are wide and hopeful.“Okay, tell me everything. Did

FINAL REQUEST

DRE’S P.O.VI give Luke one last pleading look, then focus my attention on Ruth, who’s now in the seat next to him, both of them sitting opposite me. “Hey,” she greets me, then turns to smile at Luke. He barely acknowledges her, still staring at me instead, like I’d betrayed him. In a way, I have, but it’s for the best. I rummage through my backpack for the lunch I packed this morning, anything to look busy and avoid his stare.“You brought lunch from home?” Ruth asks, leaning forward eagerly.I pull out the box and flip it open, revealing the slightly sad breakfast tortilla wraps I threw together. “Yeah, they’re a bit cold, you can have some if you don’t mind.”“I'd love some,” Ruth says, taking a piece, then biting into it with an approving hum. “They’re so good cold.”I smile."Well I'm going to warm them up a bit,” I say, closing the lid of the box.I get up quickly, taking the box of tortillas with me to the microwave. Like Ruth, I don’t mind cold tortilla wraps, but I have t

FUCK DIGNITY

LUKE’S POVI don’t let go of Ruth’s hand as we push through the cafeteria doors and into the hallway. The bell is ringing; students spill out everywhere, but I don’t slow down. My grip stays firm, pulling her away from the noise until I spot an empty classroom at the end of the corridor. The door is unlocked, I pull her inside and shut it behind us.Ruth’s cheeks are still flushed from the kiss, her eyes bright as she looks up at me.I release her hand and step back, crossing my arms. My voice comes out low. “What have you been telling Dre?”She blinks, caught off guard. “What?”“You heard me. What exactly have you been feeding her about me? About us?”Ruth straightens, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’ve just been honest with her, Luke. I told her how I feel about you. That I really like you and that I’ve liked you for a while. That’s all. She’s my friend too, I can talk to her.”I let out a humourless laugh. Of course, that’s her answer. But I know better. I’ve seen how Dre kee

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