23. The Anime Club
Chapter 23
The Anime Club
JESSICA
I make my way through the campus halls, feeling like I’ve lost my mind. What the fuck was that yesterday?
Was the weed I smoked that strong to have residual effects making me hallucinate thinking the horn moved and drank my cum, or like… did that damn thing really move? I chew my lip and frown, ignoring all the eyes on me when usually it would bother me. I don’t have the mental capacity to care. No… that thing definitely moved, but how?
After I was able to climb off it, I could have sworn I not only saw that thing glow, but shrink too. I tried asking Frank ass what the hell was going on, but he never woke up.
I would have thought he’d died if not for his light snoring, and smiling evilly while muttering my name or pussy occasionally. The only good thing was since he was knocked the hell out, I could investigate my claims after my second ride on the damn thing, but no matter how much I poked it the damn thing never budged. I wanted to snatch it off but I was scared that it would hurt Frank if he used some special glue… But that thing moved and pulsed inside me… and it felt like something was licking the inner walls of my pussy. Maybe it was some new sex toy?
I close my eyes, blowing out a slow sigh because just thinking about it has me squeezing my legs tight and my pussy wet. I’m both ashamed and intrigued. I didn’t know pleasure like that could exist… it’s not like I’m well versed in sex, but I’m not a prude either. I know about sex toys and shit. I have a few at home, but I’ve never heard about no kinky shit like a pulsing horn that can lick your insides! I mean, who even came up with some fucked up shit like that and how can I thank them?!
Sighing, I stop in front of the door where my anime club is and pull out my phone, checking to see if Frank messaged me since I texted him this morning.
Locked in : Hey baby, are you still sleeping?
Locked in : When you wake up text me I have something to ask you
Locked in : It’s EXTREMELY important!
But there’s still no text from Frank. I thought I would have to skip out on school since I saw that the alarm was set on the door, and no matter what I did, Frank wouldn’t wake up. Thankfully, the maid came and was able to let me out.
I told her that Frank was sleeping, but she ain’t say shit to me. She just looked spooked as hell when she saw me, and she was even more shocked when I said that Frank was sleeping. I hope he’s okay… maybe I should have stayed? No… I can’t miss class, or my scholarship will be revoked. Coach checks to make sure we’re attending class… not to mention, we ride out tonight and if I miss class, he would for sure bench me.
Shit… maybe I should have called the ambulance? And tell them what? My boyfriend fell into eternal slumber because I fucked his fake horn?! Ughhhhh God, this is fucked up!!! He has been sleep for sixteen hours… that’s not normal and knowing Frank he’d text me as soon as he wakes up.
Damn, maybe he was feeling worse than I thought. I guess he can’t come to the game… No what the hell am I thinking? Him getting better is way more important than a game.
Locked in : Just so you know ima get on ya ass about falling asleep on me
I groan as I open the doors, putting my phone back into my pocket, and step into the room and smile when I see Lawanda sucking on a blow pop, typing on a computer as per usual, though I’m surprised when I don’t see Skylar, who’s always here first.
“Hey girl,” Lawanda looks up from her keyboard, waving her blow pop in the air, and though I have never found women sexually attractive, Lawanda would definitely be one anyone would think is sexy.
With a coke bottle body that won’t quit, an ass so fat that it’ll put Meagan thee Stallion to shame, and a face with dimples that draw the eye. She’s the true definition of a bad bitch, and she the fuck knows it.
The way she prances around the school with her booty cut shorts and crop tops that barely cover the underbrush of her titties has all the guys hounding for a taste. She might be ghetto as fuck, but she’s friends with everyone in school, unlike me. Even the preppy kids love her since she’s smart as a whip and would tolerate no one talking shit about her.
One would think a girl like her would be dating a footballer on my team, or most definitely a Black guy, but color me fucking surprised when her boyfriend turned out to be a nerdy shy boy who will barely look someone in the eye. He’s the preppy kinda nerd who would be harmless. Anyone would look at the two and think they don’t fit, but she loves him to bits and pieces and he seems to worship the ground her feet walk upon.
“Hey,” I greet her and set my bag down. “Is Skylar not here?”
“Nope. I texted her and she said she’ll be late,” Lawanda shakes her head and I raise a brow at that, but suddenly she waltzes past us in an unusual ball of tears and collapses onto the desk crying.
“SKYLAR! WHO DID IT?!” Lawanda stands up ready to fight, and I go over with the same energy.
“That demon is out to get me, y’all!” she cries, and Lawanda and my eyes widen and before going back to our friend.
“What? Who? What happened?” I frown, rubbing her back, trying to keep her from crying, but she just wails harder.
“I can’t stand this! Just because I accidentally one-shot him in a game, he’s been ruining my life! No matter how much I try to reason with him, he keeps poking and prodding!” She throws her head back.
“Hold on… you’re saying some guy is cyberbullying you?” I sneer, disgusted.
“Yes! And I can’t take it anymore!” she sniffles, trying to wipe her red puffy eyes, but her round glasses are in the way.
“So why don’t you play another game?” Lawanda voices reasonably but that just makes Skylar’s lip wobble.
“You don’t think I’ve tried?! I’ve done everything! VR, Call of Duty, Minecraft, Roblox, My Singing Monsters! Hell, even Snake! But that bastard… no, that devil always finds a way to infiltrate my system and either crash my game or nerf me! He gave my monsters on My Singing Monsters laryngitis and now they can’t even sing! That’s not even possible!” she whines and I hug her trying to soothe her, but the tears keep coming.
“Damn, how petty is this guy? Or wait, is it a girl?” I ask and she hiccups.
“N-no, it’s a guy who is known for holding a grudge and being petty to those he hates, but he supposedly hates everyone equally, until he targeted me. I’ve become the talk of the gaming world! Th-they say that Mang0 even changed his name to Mang0_Unchained! He’s coming for me!” she cries and I pat her back.
“First off, who the hell names themselves Mango?” Lawanda points her blow pop at Skylar with her hand on her hip and Skylar shrugs.
“I don’t know, I’ve never even met the guy. Apparently he’s famous and has a lot of fans because he’s hot. But what’s the point in being hot when you have a shitty personality?” she huffs, wiping her tears.
“I hear ya,” I mutter, thinking about Duval ass.
“Anyway, thank you guys for listening. I know you didn’t come here for that. Not to mention,” she pauses and looks at the time. “We only have about fifteen minutes and that’s not much time to talk, which is a bummer. I really wanted to talk about the latest episode of One Piece,” she shakes her head.
“It’s a shame, but honestly,” I chew my lip, not knowing how to say this. “I… I didn’t watch it,” I tell them and they gasp, looking up at me.
“What?” Skylar frowns and Lawanda smirks, raising a brow.
“Hmm, I was wondering why ya fast ass came in here limping like you’d been piped down real good,” she laughs, and I groan, embarrassed, but she’s not lying. “So Matt can lay pipe… who’d have thought?” she snorts and I look up between my hands.
“Matt and I broke up. I… I was with my n-new boyfriend, uhm… Frank,” I tell them and their mouths drop open.
“Wait, Frank?” Skylar tilts her head. “That name sounds familiar.”
“Yeah, I think I’ve heard it too,” Lawanda frowns and I duck, sighing.
“Well, I guess a dude who cross-dresses would be widely known around campus,” I shrug. “He’s probably bullied a lot be?—”
“WAIT, THAT FRANK?!” they both shout at me, standing up, eyes wide and mouths on the floor.
“Uhm… y-yes. Why? What’s wrong? Did he get beat up or something?” I frown and they look at each other before Lawanda pops her blow pop in her mouth, cringing as Skylar rubs the back of her head. “What is it? Why are you acting like that? You’re scaring me,” I tell them. “Is he really being bullied that bad for cross-dressing?”
“Girl, the cross-dressing should be the last damn thang on your mind! Your apparent new boyfriend is a hoe!” she voices clearly and I reel back.
“Wait, huh? Frank? No way,” I chuckle, looking over to Skylar but she nods, avoiding my eyes.
“Yes way,” Skylar nods.
“I might tell a joke, but I’ll neva tell a lie, friend. Ya man is known around campus as the Dick God! Dead ass, the whole damn campus knows about him and the roster of women who are at his beck and call, but it’s not surprising you don’t since all you be thinking about is school, anime, and football,” she reveals. D-dick God… well they most certainly are not wrong, but I don’t know how I feel about others calling him that.
“Sh-she’s right, Jess. That guy has a reputation of bringing women to their knees with desire and his uhm… thing,” Skylar mutters as she fiddles with her hands.
“Not gonna lie, I thought about volunteering as tribute at one point before I met Ender,” Lawanda admits. “I’m so glad I didn’t,” she shakes her head and I blink, shook as Skylar raises her hand.
“I… I was too,” she whispers shyly and I stand, baffled.
“Hold the hell on. So you’re telling me that Frank ass is so widely known that even y’all wanted to try him out?” I frown and they nod seriously, making me rub my temples.
“But he never let on to any of that. I thought he was being bullied and hated.”
“Yeah, probably by niggas whose girlfriends was getting they back blown the fuck out by him on the regular,” Lawanda snorts. “They like to call him gay and bi and shit, but I ain’t ever seen him associate with dudes, not even his own brothers. He’s always around girls…” she trails off.
“No, don’t you mean girls are always around him?” Skylar corrects Lawanda.
“Yup, you sho’ right, because from what I hear, he ain’t eva had a girlfriend!” They look at me then down at my coochie, and I cover it.
“What?!”
“Nothing, just tryna figure out what kinda super coochie you got that got the biggest hoe on the entire campus claiming you,” she wiggles her brows.
“I’m more so interested in how you guys met,” Skylar smiles. “You are so quiet and to yourself. This is the only time you’ve talked to us about your personal matters, and we’ve been having this club for a few months now. I didn’t even think you thought of us as friends,” Skylar cocks her head to the side, and she’s not wrong.
I don’t talk about myself and I didn’t consider them friends. My only friends are Faythe and Beatrice, but it wasn’t because I hated them or anything. It’s just I’m a bit standoffish when it comes to people. Frank is the only one who’s ever wiggled his way inside my world.
“We just met coincidently Monday after practice,” I don’t bother telling them the shameful details on how, but I do tell them about Matt ugly ass cheating on me and we have a good keekee about his thumbs.
“How crazy is that? The Frank I’ve heard about isn’t known for that at all. He must really like you,” Lawanda beams, happy for me.
Hearing them talk about a side of Frank that I don’t know makes me feel… hell, I don’t know how it makes me feel, but I don’t like it. I’m not the type of girl to give a damn about someone’s past, but for some reason I care about Frank’s.
“Yeah, we just made things official yesterday. He even called me his wife,” I tell them, and they gush excitedly.
“Damn girl! You got that nigga sprung like that?”
“Yeah… come to think of it, I heard the girls talking about how he hasn’t been answering their calls and that he’s been unreachable.” Skyler taps her chin and I swallow, shocked that it’s that serious… to think when I first met him, I thought he and I were oddballs together. If his Instagram didn’t prove me wrong, this sure as hell did.
“Teach me your ways, sensei,” Lawanda giggles, pretending to bow, and Sky nods.
“I also want to know your ways! Maybe if I meet Mang0 I can throw it at him and make him leave me the hell alone!” Sky groans, and I chuckle
“I wish I could tell you, but I’m the one who’s been trapped in Frank’s web, not the other way around.” The man had me throwing it back on a pulsing horn that ate my pussy out from the inside for fuck’s sake. I’m the one who’s sprung.
“Excuse the hell out of me?! What did you just say?!” Wanda places a hand on her chest, eyes sparkling with curiosity and Skylar blinks with expectation. Oop… did I say that out loud? Damn…
“What Wanda said, girl. And for God’s sake, I know you quiet, but on this, I need ALL the deets,” she bites her lip and I groan embarrassed, but I tell them everything. In fact, I think I go more in detail with them than I did with Faythe and Bebe because they’re not into that kind of thing. As anime, yaoi and if I’m honest, hentai watchers, we have peculiar taste in things that most people would question and call us weird for.
So telling them about Frank cosplaying as a demon lord and making me fuck his horn felt more like a revelation with fellow comrades rather than a “what the fuck just happened?” like it was with Bebe and Fay.
Bebe and Fay didn’t make me feel bad in the slightest. They were just as interested, but it’s a difference to the utter zeal that Wanda and Sky have as they eagerly pry for more details on this damn horn. Damn, they really are my nakama.
By the time our club meeting ends, we’re waving excitedly to one another with the promise to do more research on that damn horn. I feel so light… like I’ve gained some true besties and that I’m not alone at this damn school.
I pull out my phone to see if Frank texted me as I head to class, but I bump into someone and stagger back. I’m a bit stunned because my legs aren’t ones to be played with so anyone other than some linebacker ass dude should be incapable to knocking me back. So color me damn surprised when I catch myself and see a pretty Black lady with braids standing before me, mean mugging the hell out of me.
“Excuse you,” I throw her way and she looks me up and down and snorts like I’m not much to look at.
“No excuse you ,” she curls her lip and rolls her eyes, taking me aback as she flicks her braids over her shoulder before walking off. I want to yank the bitch by her box braids and pluck them mother fuckers out one by one at the hairline, but someone standing next to me makes me jump.
“I think I seen her with ya man a few times on campus,” Wanda throws her a stank look even though she doesn’t look back.
“Yeah I saw them, too. You watch out for her, Jess. She’s an English professor here and she’s the main one on your man dick.” Sky crosses her little arms. She’s just as small as Faythe, with a powerhouse personality, and is the plug at the school for information, unlike Wanda, who’s five-foot-nine and usually locked in on some electronic device. They’re always in the know, unlike me..
Damn, he was fucking around like that? I frown, looking around and I catch a few girls… well, more than a few girls, looking at me with stank faces.
“Jess, you better watch your back. I think you just became public enemy number one,” Wanda warns as her and Sky glare at the girls that throw me hateful looks.
“Yeah, you not lying. Anyway, did you guys need something?” I turn my back on them hating ass hoes because ain’t shit I can do if they don’t have prime pussy power like I do. Go cry about it.
“Oh yeah! We wanted to tell you to chat with us in the WhatsApp text thread sometimes and to join the Discord. Wanda and I are always shenanin’ and you’re never there, so we just wanted to re-invite you, friend.”
The smile on my face and the warmth in my heart throws out that trash ass lady and her jealous behavior as I join Discord and giggle the rest of the day with them.
The rest of the day is rather uneventful, aside from the feeling of being watched.
Locked in : I’m done with lecture and heading to the bus to go to the airport. I won’t have my phone on me for a few hours since Coach won’t let us use our phones unless it’s an emergency. I’ll text after we land.
I try to stuff my phone back into my pocket and head back to practice, but I don’t get the chance to because some girl bumps into me and my phone falls to the ground. Before I can pick it up, some other girl steps on it.
“What the fuck?!” I sneer and she turns, gasping before smiling and raising a brow.
“Oh, was that yours?” She cocks her head to the side and one of her cronies picks it up and she dangles it between her fingers. I go to take it but she drops it again, further cracking my already cracked screen.
Jessica, you cannot fight! Jessica, you cannot fight you! Jessica, you cannot fight! Jessica, you cannot fight! Jessica, you cannot fight! Jessica, you cannot fight!
The words play in my head like a broken record, but the anger I feel makes me grit my teeth…
“Pick it the fuck up!” I point to my phone and buck, making her whimper and swipe it up before I snatch it from her. “Now get the fuck out of my face before I stomp you into this ground,” I sneer and she scampers off. I see this is going to be a problem. Frank, where the hell are you?!
No, fuck that! Why am I asking where my man is when I can go check on him?
I glance at my broken phone and see I still have about a good hour before the meet up. I already have my bag, so if I make a quick visit to his house and check on him…. fuck, but I don’t have my car… I Uber’d to school.
Groaning, I see Duval of all people pull up and get out of his car. I throw my head back and groan, but still, I need to check on Frank. It’s worth putting my pride to the side…. maybe.
Swallowing, I make my way over to him, kind of thrown off by the peaceful look on his face as he leans back against his car, wind caressing his body while whistling beautifully. I’m so enthralled I just follow the tune until I hear him clear his throat.
Shit.
“Do you need something?” he speaks with less ire in his voice than usual, surprising me. Still, I put my guard up but lower it just a tad bit to will myself to ask for help.
“Hey, I know this is fucked up for me to ask, but can you give me a ride to my boyfriend’s house? He’s not feeling well and…” I trail off, thinking how stupid this is when his pretty brown eyes go wide. “You know what? Never mind.” I turn on my heel, but he catches my arm with a strong ass grab, though I’m not surprised by his strength. He’s not our quarterback for no reason.
“I’ll do it,” he voices, and again, in a way that does not sound cold or harsh at all, making me turn around and shrug my bag on my shoulder, wondering if I heard wrong.
“You will… what?” I ask, cocking my head to the side, knowing I heard wrong.
“I’ll help you… I’ll take you to see your boyfriend,” he states and I snatch my arm back, narrowing my eyes at him, not trusting him. I shake my head and back away, but he takes my hand again. I try to snatch off, but his grip is powerful as hell.
“Get your hands off me or I’ma beat your mothterfuckingass,” I grit out so mad I can’t even breathe in between the last words.
“Sorry,” he apologizes and holds up his hands. “But I’m serious. I’ll help you.”
“Why?” I curl my lip, knowing I’m shameless, but honestly, if something is too good to be true, that’s usually the case.
“Because you asked,” he states pointedly, and I take a step back. Something tells me to run from him until I glance down at my phone and see I only have fifty minutes until we have to be at the bus. I won’t see Frank for two and a half days if he doesn’t come to the game. Of course, he’ll come to the game! You only have to ask, Jessica!
I chew my lip and look at Duval as he stands there, and I sigh, resigned.
“Fine… thank you,” I grumble, yanking his car open, and slamming it. I know I should be grateful and not be acting so shameless, but I’m not about to show not a nah nigga a weakness. I’ll take this ride and then I’ll send his ass a thank you card or some shit. However, a bitch not about to be buddy buddy with him.
Once on the road, I can feel him staring at me, and though it pisses me off, I don’t say anything.
“So you?—”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Got it. Damn, the Arctic Beauty allegations are on point.” He keeps driving, and I say nothing uncaring because I’m not trying to break from those in the first place.
When we pull up to the building, I hop out and almost leave my bag, but I think better of it.
“Wait here,” I tell him, grabbing my bag.
“You can leave your stuff. You’ll be faster without it.”
“No thank you,” I shake my head and go over to the elevator.
Duval is the type of slimy mother fucker who’d take off with my shit and dump it. Not only would I miss the game, but a bitch would be kicked from the team. Nope. I’on trust no nigga but my man.
Just in case, I call an Uber to pick me up. It might make me a little late, but it’s better than missing my flight entirely.
Once I get to the top floor and make my way down the long hall, I knock on the door since he never gave me a keycard. I’m usually with him when I come here, so I haven’t needed one. When I get no answer, I knock again, frowning leg shaking nervously. Whoa… did something really happen to him?
I clutch my stomach, feeling queasy when I suddenly hear the door unlock electronically and the doorknob turn. I let out a sigh of relief, ready to jump in my baby’s arms, but pause when I see the maid who burst in and practically threw me out this morning.
“May I help you?”
“No, but my man can. Where is Frank?” I try to get in, but she blocks my way.
“Lord Metchie is indisposed and isn’t accepting company,” she states nastily as if I’m some piece of ass that Frank uses to get off and be disposed of.
“Excuse you, lady! I live here and you have no idea what gas you’re throwing on the fire. My man don’t play when it comes to me, so you either move o? — ”
“Show me your keycard,” she states, taking me aback.
“Excuse me?”
“I. Said. Show. Me. Your. Key. Card,” she enunciates every word smugly, crossing her hands on her big ass chest.
“I don’t have one yet, bu?—”
“Then what you have stated is a lie. Lord Metchie would never settle into a relationship with the likes of you ,” she curls her lip, and I have never been so insulted. “You are nothing, just like the rest of them. Now see yourself out before I remove you,” she sneers and before I can say anything else, she slams the door in my face.
I go to knock again, but my phone rings, stopping me when I see Duval’s name. I grit my teeth, hating that he has my number, but Coach makes his top players exchange contact information in case of an emergency. He’s big on creating community and a team atmosphere, but even if he’s helping me, he’s the last bastard I want showing up on my cracked screen.
When it continues to ring, I pick up.
“What?!” I seethe.
“We have to go. Coach just texted me. We’re the last ones to show up,” he tells me, and I chew my lip. Shit!
“Okay… I’ll be down,” I hang up, looking at the door one last time before heading off. Fuck… he’s going to have to fire that bitch. Expeditiously!