5. Chapter Five
Since I saw Poppy singing in the street it did something to me. I don’t know what exactly you’d call it, but I’ve tried to distract myself by fucking every chick I know. But her haunting melody still echoes in my mind. Surprisingly, fucking other girls had no impact on dispelling her presence from my mind. That night, it felt as though she permeated my very soul, infiltrating my life like an unwelcome parasite. This situation is far from what I typically experience. I am not accustomed to such emotions. I like to fuck. So any thoughts of a chick usually revolve around finding something wet and pretty to stick my dick in. So, I have no idea of what the fuck is going on with me?
When she showed up last night, I was so ticked off by her judgment. What the fuck would she know about my life? Sitting in her ivory tower, looking down at me with disdain, treating me like some sort of lowlife. I know that her life isn’t as perfect as I made it out to be, with all the sunshine and rainbows. I have noticed that there is a strained relationship between her and her mom. However, when she spoke those words last night, it provided me with the ideal opportunity to express my bottled-up emotions. I hoped that by doing so, I would finally free myself from her grip on my thoughts. I want to purge her from my mind and ensure she stays the fuck out of there.
Unfortunately, my words seemed to have no impact on the situation, regardless of what I said to her. Because this morning, she was the first thought that crossed my mind when I woke up with a raging hard-on. And while I took care of that, I couldn’t help but wonder what her smart mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock.
All I can say is it’s a good thing I don’t see her anymore catching the bus. She’s back to driving that green shitbox she calls a car. Thank fuck, because it’s bad enough when I see her around the school. I’m aware that she has noticed me watching her, but she has no idea about the filthy, little disturbing thoughts that keep crossing my mind. The desires I have no business entertaining with someone like Poppy. Thoughts of lifting her short skirt and... Oh, damn it, here I go again.
It’s lunchtime and I’m frantically banging Savannah in the bathroom in a desperate attempt to once again get Poppy out of my mind.
“Yeah, fuck me like that,” Savannah cries out.
Usually, I enjoy it when chicks get loud, but today I”m not in the mood for it. All I want is to remove this bothersome presence of Poppy Reeves from my mind.
“Oh yeah, baby”, says Savannah. “That’s it. You’re gonna make me come.”
She tosses her head back and shouts my name. It’s clear that she’s not even close to coming, just faking it like she always does. It frustrates me how fake she really is, especially with her exaggerated moans. This bitch is getting on my nerves. I’m not into it anymore. The fact that she just called me “baby” and how she’s annoying me is enough for me to pull out of her pussy. If I don’t get to fucking come, there is no way she pretends to.
“What’s the matter, baby?” she asks, as she turns to face me.
“That fucking name for starters.” I take a step back to get away from her and dispose of the condom in the trash. As I do so, she turns around, still with her panties around her ankles.
“What do you want, baby?” she whispers, her voice low and filled with desire, completely ignoring what I just said.
For you to fuck off and leave me alone.
I tuck my semi-erect dick back into my pants.
“Would you like me to suck your dick?” She trails her fingers up my torso, then lifts herself onto her tiptoes as if she’s on the verge of kissing me.
Don’t fucking do it. I swear if she does…
She moves in closer, her face so close to mine that our lips almost touch.
Pissed, I quickly turn my head to the side and shove her back.
As I try to move around her, she reaches out and grabs my arm. “Let me help you feel better, baby. Let me give you head.”
“No and stop fucking calling me that. I’m not your fucking baby,” I assert, forcefully pulling my arm from her grip. I see a hint of disappointment on her face as she adjusts her underwear and straightens her skirt.
“If you’re up for it, we could maybe hang out after school.”
“No!” I grab my bag and guitar off the bathroom floor. I’ve had enough. I swing open the door and step out into the hallway. Does she honestly think I’m that desperate to hang out with her? The only reason we’ve ever been together is for sex, and that one regrettable time she gave me a terrible blowjob. The one Poppy Reeves happened to walk in on. A smirk forms on my face as I recall her shocked expression. Damn, there I go again, thinking about her. I really need to put a stop to that shit.
Suddenly, I hear the bathroom door creak open, and before I know it, Savannah is right beside me.
“Are you sure you don’t want to hang out? My parents won’t be home.”
Does she genuinely believe that there is something more to this than just a simple transaction? She can”t seriously believe she”s the only one I”m banging. And why would she think I”d want to hang out with a girl I just hooked up with?
“Savannah, seriously, just fuck off and leave me alone,” I say, my voice firm.
“You’re a complete asshole,” she says angrily, storming away.
“Yeah, so I’ve been told.”
I find Ace in our usual spot, head buried in his phone.
As I approach, Jade and her crew immediately turn their attention towards me. I focus my gaze on Ace, who discreetly conceals a joint in his hand and raises it to his lips for a drag. Setting aside my guitar and bag, I take a seat beside Ace. He glances up and offers me the joint. Inhaling deeply, I raise my head and catch sight of Poppy in her usual spot, leaning against the brick wall. With her eyes closed, she seems immersed in her music, earbuds firmly in place. A sudden curiosity takes hold of me; I can’t help but wonder what she’s listening to. After all, the songs she played the other night were pretty impressive.
As I pass the joint back to Ace, Jade comes over and sits beside me. I don’t bother acknowledging her arrival. My only focus is on Poppy, trying to comprehend why the fuck she’s taking up so much of my mental space.
Poppy always keeps to herself and never sits with anyone. I wonder if it’s because Jade does some pretty messed up things to her, or maybe she just prefers being alone.
Ace discreetly hands me the joint again.
“Hey, check out Poppy Reeves over there,” I mention casually, raising the joint to my lips to see what Ace says about her.
Jade and Ace both turn their heads to look over at her.
“Yeah, what about her?” Ace asks, looking back at me.
Taking a momentary pause, I draw back on the joint and blow out a puff of smoke before speaking. “Have you ever wondered why she always sits alone like that over there?”
“Because she doesn’t have any friends, that’s why,” Jade says. “And on top of that, she’s a fat cow. Who would ever want to fuck someone like her?”
I knew Jade picked on Poppy because she felt insecure. However, due to my mood, I can”t resist messing with her.
“I”d fuck her,” I say, knowing Jade”s reaction would be priceless.
Ace, who”s caught on to what I”m doing, chimes in and says, “Yep, I”d hit that in a heartbeat.”
“Seriously,” Jade says, and I can see the shocked, pissed-off look on her face. “You”d fuck her.”
“Yep,” Ace says, putting out the joint on the seat next to him.
Jade lets out an annoyed sigh and goes over to her group of bitches. Ace laughs and then shifts his attention to me.
“Damn, that was easier than usual to piss her off this time.”
As soon as the bell rings for the last lessons of the day. I swiftly snatch my bag and guitar. Casting a quick glance towards Poppy, I see she’s already gone. Ace and I go our separate ways to our classes.
The rest of the day drags on slowly. When the bell finally rings, I’m eager to share with Ace, the song I wrote during the last period. Instead of paying attention to the teacher, I found myself immersed in the words I wrote late last night in my room, while my father, as usual, was passed out on the couch.
That’s the amazing thing about Ace - his touch on my lyrics always brings out the brilliance in the song. I have full trust in it. It’s our reliable method. I take care of the lyrics and jot down some melody notes, while Ace adds those unique elements that take the sound to another level. It’s fantastic. Both of us have a strong musical sensibility and we’re developing our distinct sound.
As I wait for Ace next to his car, I casually scroll through my phone.
Before long, Ace shows up with Jade accompanying him. In an effort to suppress my irritation, I take a deep breath and try to keep my composure. All I had hoped for this afternoon was to focus on our music. Unfortunately, with Jade around, Ace always has different ideas in store. It’s a recurring pattern whenever he brings her along - an untamed and spontaneous adventure.
He grabs his keys from his pocket and unlocks the car. Opening the driver’s door, he takes a moment to adjust the seat, pushing it forward creating space for Jade to comfortably sit in the back. In the meantime, I stay put, locked in a tense gaze with him over the roof of the car.
“What?” He smirks. “I thought we could have a little fun. Let’s enjoy ourselves first, and then we can practice. It won’t hurt.” He jumps into the car.
I toss my guitar onto the back seat, narrowly missing Jade, and hop in the car.
Ace starts the engine, and as we leave the school grounds, I light up a joint.
Ace zooms down the street like a maniac. I’m just about to take another hit from my joint when I feel fingers run through my hair.
“Can I have some?” Jade asks.
“No. And move your fucking fingers before I break them.”
Passing the joint to Ace, the smoke drifts between us. He takes a swift hit and passes it back.
“Jade, I”m not telling you again. Get your fucking fingers out of my hair,” I snap, annoyed.
“Okay,” she sighs, slumping into the worn-out seat.
I take another hit; the smoke swirling around me in a hazy cloud.
“Why won”t you let me have any?” Jade”s whiny voice pierces through my patience.
“Because I don’t fucking want to, that’s why.”
“Well, don’t expect me to fuck you later than.”
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
“You didn’t tell me that yesterday.”
“That was yesterday. Things change.” The effects of the joint start to hit and I feel my body relaxing.
“We’ll still have fun, won’t we, Ace?” Jade says, shifting in the seat, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
“Yeah, we will,” he says, glancing at Jade through the rearview mirror before shifting his focus to me. “Are you sure you don’t want any?”
“Nah, I”m good, thanks.”
Ace brings the vehicle to a halt on the side of the street, directly in front of an empty lot.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Let Jade in the front,” Ace says.
“What the hell, man,” I add, popping open the passenger”s side door, fully aware of what”s about to happen.
“If you”re not gonna join, she might as well start now.”
“I”m not sticking around to see that shit, I”m outta here.”
“That hasn”t stopped you in the past. You always join in. What”s up with you, dude?”
I don”t even bother giving him a response, I just slam the car door. Lately, I”ve been asking myself that same question.
I head towards the rear of the car and lean against it. Pulling out my phone, I absentmindedly scroll, attempting to distract myself. It’s not that I haven’t seen Ace receiving a blowjob before; in fact, I’ve even fucked her from behind while she was doing it. However, for some reason, today I simply don’t feel like participating.
Although I cannot see inside the car, I can hear every detail through the open windows. Typically, my body would respond to the wet sounds coming from Jade’s mouth, and I would feel a sudden urge to participate. But my dick must be taking a nap today because those noises aren’t doing anything.
“Deeper,” Ace demands, and I hear the sounds of Jade gagging.
A few minutes pass.
“Swallow it,” Ace says, grunting in pleasure. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Knowing the routine all too well, I swiftly stashed my phone in my pocket. My friend and I share similar desires - we simply seek to gratify ourselves. Honestly, we don’t truly prioritize the need to pleasure chicks, as long as we attain our own satisfaction. We avoid lingering because the girls tend to become overly attached, just like Savannah was today. Hence, for the time being, Ace will maintain his distance from Jade.
I circle back to the passenger’s seat and open the door.
Jade sits up, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and grins like she just saved the whole fucking universe.
“Thanks,” Ace says, as he tucks his cock back into his pants. “You live somewhere around here, don’t you?”
Jade’s eyebrows furrow. “Yeah, why?”
“We need to practice. I can drop you home.”
Her eyes fixate on him before I notice a flicker of annoyance pass over her expression. “Are you seriously kidding me?” she mutters under her breath. “You complete jerk!” She leans over, retrieves her bag from the back seat, and swiftly exits the vehicle.
Without any hesitation, I hop back into the passenger’s seat.
Ace steps on the gas pedal and merges back into traffic.
That’s simply our way of doing things. We have absolutely no concern for anyone else. After enduring years of mistreatment and being consistently made to feel insignificant, it becomes ingrained in us to detach ourselves from the emotions of others.
I burst into laughter. “She’s so pissed at you, man.”
“Yeah, I’ll give her some attention tomorrow, she’ll be fine.”
As we round the corner, Ace’s house comes into view. He lets out a deafening roar upon seeing that car, which is parked right in the center of the driveway, blocking any available space for Ace to park.
“This is complete bullshit,” Ace says, as he double parks on the side of the road. “I’ve reached my limit with this dipshit.” He exits the car and heads towards the house.
I quickly step out of the car, hollering at Ace. “Hey, wait up, man. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Before I can stop him, Ace bursts into the house.
I quickly follow, my focus quickly shifting to Ace’s mother, asleep on the couch. The room reeks of booze and weed.
Entering the room, I see a middle-aged man who looks as if he is the leader of an old biker gang. His arms are all decked out with cool tattoos that give off a rebellious vibe. The icy stare in his eyes subtly reveals his twisted pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering upon others.
It’s weird to see a car in the driveway with what he’s wearing, which suggests he arrived on two wheels.
“Can you find another spot to fucking park?” Ace spits, then his jaw tightens and his fists clench in frustration. “Every damn time I come home, you’re parked there.” Ace gives him a piercing stare, but he completely ignores him and walks towards the chair where his leather jacket sits.
As he grabs it, he casually adds, “Let her know I’ll stop by later.”
“I’m not your fucking errand, boy,” Ace spits.
Without any warning, the old man immediately strides across the room and forcefully slams Ace against the wall, creating a loud thud.
“Listen to me, you cocky little shit. I won’t tolerate your crap like your mother does.”
“Screw you!” Ace yells.
I rush over and tug on his tattooed arm. “Let go of him, now.”
No matter how hard I try to free Ace, it’s impossible because the jerk tightens his grip around Ace’s throat. Ace’s face turns red as he desperately tries to claw at the hand suffocating him. This situation has the potential to become a real shit show. I need to get Ace and get the fuck out of here.
The wanna-be biker lets out a low growl, sending a shiver down my spine as he releases Ace. Breathing hard, Ace’s eyes widen, and he flinches as the guy hurls a punch toward the wall, narrowly missing his head.
Without uttering a single word, he turns around, grabs his jacket, and leaves the house.
Ace and I continue to stare at the door long after he’s gone.
“I can’t wait to get away from this shithole of a place,” says Ace. “I fucking hate my life.”
I understand exactly how he feels. It’s like being trapped in a pitch-black room, unable to see or hear anything, with a heavy weight crushing your chest, rendering you completely powerless. You have no control over anything in your goddamn fucking life. That’s why I also eagerly await my chance to leave this shithole.