HIS UNMATCHED AFFECTION

chapter 15

Clara's POV

I still can’t figure it what's the deal between Stacy and Eric. We've been friends like for what? A week now? I can't ask her about it. Neither can I ask Eric. He seems to like her in a special way. Everyone likes Stacy. Except me and my reason is legit. Apart from Jake I don't have any hard feelings for her. She is that kind of person very rare to meet in high school. Smart and pretty yet very humble. Am losing patience in letting Jake notice me. I was stupid enough not to make my own demands when we made the deal about going out with his brother. If I had a chance I would have gone back in time.

"So what's up? We've been walking aimlessly in this hallway for almost ten minutes", He complains jerking my mind back to my immediate surroundings.

"Aaaah...” I struggle looking for a perfect cover up.

"No. We are not kissing in school I know that look", He says quickly walking away.

What the f**k! Now he knows my kissing face? Was it really my kissing face or I have just totally lost it? It can't be Bell’s palsy.

"That's not my kissing face" I say following him.

"You always do that before we kiss", He says waiting up for me.

I really don't want to kiss him. Not when Jake can pop out of anywhere anytime and the seaside academy bloggers are always watching from some corner in the school ready to turn the three seconds of fun into a topic of discussion for a whole academic year. On moving close to him I feel like changing my mind.

"Assuming we're not in school, would you want to kiss me?" I ask grabbing him by the collar.

He shrinks and stands still. I love it how humble he gets when I tap into my rough side. A slender girl forcing a fairly handsome_ Jake is more handsome well-built guy. Funny how love can humbles even kings.

“Yeah... Yes...I mean I want to kiss you every time", He says staring at my lips.

I take his hand and we walk together to a nearby janitor’s closet. Why the hell does he smell like him? I thought they don't share cologne? Do they? How am I supposed to know? I think am getting obsessed with Jake it's not just about being Mrs. Seaside and making headlines, attending beauty pageants and getting to hang out with celebrities.

"Ssshh!" I say my index finger on his lips when he tries to speak up.

It is probably his first time making out in a closet. I feel bad for what am about to do. The face on my mind is jakes but I'll be all over Eric in no time. I take his right hand lead it down above my skirt until it rests on my cookie. His pupils dilate. His breathing becomes unstable.

Eric’s POV

I don't know what's gotten into her. Since we met the farthest I've gone is a kiss. This is new. Am not complaining but I need a little more time to process what's happening. I can feel the warmth of her honey pot on my palm. Honestly i don't know what to do next. Lucky for me she puts her hand on top of mine. A soft moan escapes her pink lips. One hand coveting her mouth. Then I can feel my fingers inside of her. Am new at it but I know the v****a inside out. Her juices are already dripping down the carpus bones of my two fingers. I can feel my d**k getting hard too. She continues to kiss me. I take charge and strike her rhythmically. Every strike is answered by a low but sexy moan.

Am not on control of my body anymore. All I can think of is making her moan and kissing her buccal cavity dry. We hit a couple of cans of paint that were supporting each other. The sound of dropping cans forces us to stop abruptly. We look at each other confused. Maybe someone heard us. For half a minute we stay still. We can hear students talking and moving in the hallway. They probably didn't hear anything. But the mood has also changed. I don't think either of us wants to do it again. Coincidentally the bell rings. Just one problem. As a matter of fact two. My hard on is still so visible. Like on a billboard visible and my fingers are still wet with her juices. There might be a third. I think there's also some precum on the tip of my d**k.

"I will give you a serviette for the fingers as for the other finger you're on your own", Clara says smiling as she opens her bag pack.

Girls are lucky. They walk with everything in their tiny bags. If this kind of mess keeps happening I think I should get one where I can carry a rope to tie my hard on with.

"Should I say thank you?" I ask wiping my fingers.

"No. Just don't get out of this closet in less than five minutes", she says walking out confidently.

She is right. I need to stay a bit longer not to raise any suspicion. Now that am alone. I can stop thinking about how it feels to actually get my d**k inside of her. The feeling lights up my mind and worsens my condition. She's only been gone for a couple of minutes but I miss her already. I can't believe this is how Jake feels with every girl he's been with. I don't know why he keeps popping up in my head and when he does I keep feeling like he and Stacy are up to no good. Why can't I just be happy for the first time I have made out in with a girl in a janitors closet? Am so ungrateful.

There's a sudden knock on the tiny door. It startles me to an extend I get up on my feet. I feel cold all of a sudden and my heartbeat is way out of the normal range. The knock persists. I've locked the door from inside. I peek through the tiny key hole. I can already tell it's a girl. Whoever they are I hope they are not seaside academy bloggers.

Stacy's POV

I don't know Clara so well but am so in support of what she's doing with Eric. She is being an intermediate between the two worlds he lives in. Something I've failed to do despite being his best friend. I know he is scared to open the door. To make it easy for him I blutter out some words his computer brain can relate. At this point my voice only is not enough with all the noise in the hallway.

"Two boys playing American football in their front porch", I say leaning on the door.

Immediately he opens it. I meet him with a sarcastic smile as I try to force the door fly open with my cratch. He is holding it tightly. Tighter than he has ever held anything.

"How did you know am in here?" He asks surprised.

"Please you're not the first one to enter the house of ill repute", I say smiling.

"You've been here before?" He asks.

"Several times. It's the only place you can't find me", I tease.

"Well they are two now. The other one is the girl’s washroom", He says looking restless.

Clara should have taught him how to hide it. My eyes can't help but stare at it. I have never bothered to see him naked but now I feel like it. It's huge.

"Young lady eyes up here!" He snaps his fingers.

My face is green with embarrassment. I spend. A lot time admiring his crotch that I forgot I was his 911.

"Sorry" I say sheepishly.

"You came to help I presume?" He asks in a rhetoric tone.

"Yes... Help... Yeah. Here have your blazer", I say passing it to him.

There's an awkward silence between us as we walk back to class. He has to go with my pace now that am hurt. I know he can't leave me behind. It sucks but having someone like him in life gives you motivation. When we get at the door Mrs. Miller is already seated behind her desk.

"Late again", She says getting up and stares at us. The whole class does.

"Sorry Mrs. Miller it's my fault", I say knowing Eric so well.

He can't let me get in trouble and off late I've been trying to show him I can slay my own dragons without success. This is a chance to make the point solid enough for it to sink in his head.

"I can see you're hurt," She says adjusting her spectacles, "Eric what's with the blazer if you don't want to wear it take it back to the store", She adds on walking towards us.

Someone's in trouble. I can't save him anymore