One Night

That Same Night

This one-shot is set months before The School Bully. Enjoy. (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡  

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"Harder," she whispered into his ear. "Give it to me harder."

Leon looked at the girl writhing underneath him as he moved over her and in her. Her name was April and it had been a while since they started f*****g.

He ground his hips deep into her and she moaned. She raked her nails on his back and Leon felt his own pleasure intensify. Shoving his face in her neck, he moved faster, thrusting harder, until her legs were gripping him harder, until she was screaming, calling his name, over and over again.

She tightened around him, her s*x clenching around his driving erection. He kept thrusting, groaning when he came.

They were silent for awhile, trying to catch their breaths.

Then he rolled off her, got up the bed and walked into the bathroom.

When he got out, he saw that she'd fallen asleep. He tagged the sheet from the floor and covered her with it. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and picked up his phone from the nightstand that had kept buzzing while he was f*****g her.

Leon scanned the missed calls and texts he received. Then he called his best friend.

Back bowed, elbows to knees, phone to his ear, he waited for him to answer. He didn't need to wait long. John answered on the first ring.

"Where are you?" he asked over the loud noise in the background.

"April's," Leon replied.

"What did I tell you about that b***h?" His best friend's tone was irritated.

"I'm not talking to you about her." Leon massaged his temple with his free hand, sighing. "Listen, did Rohan text you? He said Christopher got into trouble in the pool hall again."

"Why do you think I asked you where you were?" came John's sarcastic reply. "I'm in the pool hall with the numbskull. He fought with some seniors from West Public before I arrived and now they're singing crappy pop songs like they're f*****g best friends with their stupid faces all bloodied. Rohan's no f*****g help, Christopher got him drunk and he's in here, puking his guts out. It's total chaos in here."

"Do you want me to come?"

"No." John's voice turned quiet. "I want you to get out of that b***h's lair and go home. Then on Monday, we'll go to school."

Leon stared at the carpeted floor, feeling drained all of a sudden. "Maybe," he muttered.

"I'll swing by your house then. We can go together."

"No."

Leon heard John sigh in frustration. "Then we'll stay in your house. Whatever you want to do, we'll do. But I'm not leaving you alone."

Before Leon could reply, John hung up.

Leon let his hand fall. He stared at his phone, trying to muster up a little bit of guilt for treating his best friend like s**t.

John deserved a better friend than him. He didn't have to keep living in the same hell as he was. John had a bright future ahead of him but because of his own misplaced guilt, he wasn't leaving Leon alone. John didn't have to suffer with him or suffer because of him. They both knew that.

Still, Leon couldn't find even the tiniest bit of guilt or remorse in him.

He just wished John would just leave him alone.

"Are you leaving?"

April lifted herself up and leaned on her elbow, keeping the sheet pressed to her chest. Leon nodded then turned his back on her again.

He felt her lips on his shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing the black ink rose tattoos on his skin. The tattoos were new, barely scabbed over and they still throbbed with pain. Leon had just had them done, much to John's shock because who the hell would tattoo a kid like him? But Leon knew people in the Den who knew people who knew people. It wasn't hard to find someone who'd do the job.

The tattoos ran down his arm and up his shoulder, curling around it to his back and left pec. He'd chosen roses because they were his dead mother's favorite flowers.

Leon just wanted to have something to remind him of her, something to keep her close to him.

Something to remind him of her last words.

To live.

Because f**k if it wasn't getting harder and harder for him to wake up each day.

She was gone and it still hurt so bad that he wanted to die too if not for her last words.

"Are your friends in trouble again?" April whispered, kissing the side of his neck.

He disengaged from her and stood up. "You were listening."

"Hard not to." She rolled her eyes. "Steele's voice was pretty loud."

Leon pulled on his clothes. April watched him, her eyes following his every movement. She'd never told him to stay, he never would anyway, and she never clung to him like the other girls. She was an easy f**k, no strings attached kind of girl and yes, she was also an epic b***h. Leon may not always pay attention to his surroundings when he was in school but news of her malice had definitely reached his ears.

John didn't want Leon around her for that same reason. But there was something about her that pulled him in. Something John couldn't understand because he was standing in the light while Leon was in the dark, not even trying to survive, barely existing.

"I'm transferring to North High Academy next school year."

Leon glanced at her. "The fancy school with the uniforms?"

She lied down on the bed as she answered, "Yes. Daddy wants me too."

He didn't have anything to say to that. He finished dressing up and picked up his wallet and keys on the nightstand.

"Will you miss me?" she asked quietly, staring at the ceiling.

"No," he answered honestly. "But I'm just a phone call away, April."

"If I want a f**k," she deadpanned.

He didn't reply.

"That's all we have anyway." She turned her head to him. "And that's all I want. Still, if you want a girlfriend—"

"I'm not getting one," he answered firmly.

Her eyes hardened. "And I'm not volunteering. But I don't want to lose you."

Leon had no reply to that again.

She stared at him for a moment before she collapsed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, giving him her quiet dismissal. Shaking his head, he walked out of her bedroom and left her home.

At 2:30 a.m., the night air was decidedly chilly. Leon zipped his jacket up while he walked to his car and reached for his keys in the pocket of his jacket. He reached his car but he didn't get in right away. Putting a hand on the roof, he leaned heavily on it, sighing.

A girlfriend, he thought.

He'd never thought about having one and he probably never will.

No girl deserved to be saddled with someone miserable like him.

Leon laughed bitterly and opened the door.

And no girl, not one, was just worth living for.

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A/N:

Never say never, Leon. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ