11. Joaquín
Chapter 11
Joaquín
A week. Gabriela hasn’t been at school for an entire week, and when I see her standing at her locker, I take in her appearance. She has dark circles under her eyes, her face is a little thinner, and she wears absolutely no makeup. Maybe she got the flu and just didn’t say anything to anyone. I asked Thiago if Cora had told him anything and he just said no. Gabriela is still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and the fact that she makes my heart beat faster when I look at her pisses me off.
Spotting her at her locker, Isaac makes his way from the other end of the hall with a smile on his face. “Hey Gabby, did you bring my jersey? I need it for my away game today.” She nods silently and pulls out his crisp white lacrosse jersey. I watch her hand over the jersey, my fists clenching tightly as he leers at her, his gaze filled with a predatory hunger. “Thanks—I’ll be seeing you.”
And he just walks away. Not another word said to her. Treating her like he wasn’t all over her at the dance, asking her to wear his fucking Jersey at school after he won. Like she barely fucking exist.
Good, because she’s mine.
She stands there, tears welling up in her eyes, her lips quivering, and her face etched with hurt. I pull away from the wall and cross the hall toward her. “Aw, did he hurt your feelings, Gabriela?” My fake sneer transforms into a mischievous grin, and I playfully taunt, “Did you seriously think he was going to be your little boyfriend?” I pressed my chest into her back, my breath quickening as I felt the thumping of my heart against her spine.
“Please,” she whispers, “just leave me alone. I know you hate me. I get it. But I really don’t need this right now.” She tries to move forward, but I wrap my arm around her middle and hold her tight to me.
I lean down to her ear and whisper. “What makes you think I care what you need?” After the words leave my lips, I keep my arm firmly around her, feeling her stomach dip with each breath. She probably thinks I’m going to hurt her, and I will, but with my words. “You really thought one of the most popular guys in school wanted you? He probably heard that you're a little slut and thought you’d be an easy fuck.”
“Is that why you’re acting like this? Are you worried about me fucking someone?” She grips at my wrist to pry my arm from around her. “What’s the matter, Joaquín? Jealous that I would have sex with him and not you?”
She is ballsy—I’ll give her that.
“I don’t have sex with little sluts like you. Nah a girl like you would get fucked hard then passed of to the next guy.” I smirk, pressing my lips against her ear. “Is that what you want, Gabriela? You want me to pull you into an empty classroom and fuck the shit out of you? I bet your slutty ass would like that.”
“Quín!” I roll my eyes at the sound of my name coming from behind me, Nathan appearing at my side. “Aw shit, are we about to tag team the school slut?” He moves to stand in front of her. Instantly, Gabriela recoils and presses herself back to my chest.
She’s scared of him but not me.
“Back off.” The words come out as a growl, and I feel her trembling against my arm and chest.
As much as I hate her, I would never share her. She’s mine. Nobody but me touches her.
I let my arm drop, and she takes off, running out of the hallway. I turn my attention back to Nathan. “She’s mine. If anyone’s gonna fuck her, it’s gonna be me. So don’t get any ideas.”
"Aw, come on, bro.” He smacks my shoulder. “It’d be a great way to break her. She’s got three holes, and there are three of us. The math is mathin’.”
“I said no.” I leave it at that as we make our way to the cafeteria for lunch.
* * *
The three of us sit at a table with a view of Gabriela and her friends. She sits there with her head down, staring at the food on her tray but not eating. She listens to her best friend’s chatter about bullshit, and as if she can feel my eyes on her, she looks up. I hold her gaze with a devious smirk on my face.
“Go spill your milk on her.” I turn to Nathan without breaking eye contact with her.
“You got it.”
Everything happens as if it’s in slow motion, from Nathan walking behind her without being noticed to him pouring the milk over her head and over her chest. To her screaming and Cora getting up to smack him across the face. Her eyes snap back to mine, and I lick my lips, tilting my head to the side. Fighting back tears, she rises, grabs her bag, and takes off.
I know she is heading to the locker room, so I nudge Thiago and nod my head to have him follow me. Nathan catches up after being chased off by Cora, and we wait by the shower doors for the water to turn on. The thought of her being in the shower, naked has me fighting off the depraved idea of busting in there and fucking her.
“Come on, man,” Nathan whines. “It’s the perfect opportunity to run one on her. You’d be down, right?” He turns to Thiago, nodding his head in excitement.
“I don’t rape girls.” Thiago deadpans. “I have someone.”
“Nobody is fucking her,” I whisper. “We are taking her clothes, then getting out of here.”
I inch closer to the curtain, moving it without making noise, and grabbing the clothes from the stool in the corner. "Go!” I shout to them, laughing, and we run off.
“No, no! Fuck you, Joaquín.” She screams, and then I hear the tears. Around the corner, we hide, and I listen to her cry. “Why…why me! Fuuuck!”
The bell rings, and the guys nudge me to leave before the next gym class comes in to change. I smirk and take off toward my next class, her clothes in hand. When I pass a trash can, I toss everything except her underwear. I shove those in my pocket and take off to my last class of the day.
* * *
The last bell rings, and I rush out of class to head to my locker, thinking I’m maybe going to catch Gabriela. Maybe she found some clothes to wear and finished out the school day. Turning into the hallway, it’s not Gabriela at her locker but Cora. Aw, she sent the best friend after me. This should be good.
“You’re a fucking asshole, Joaquín. You know that?” She comes at me, and fortunately, Thiago comes through the doors just in time to grab her before her hand can connect with my face. I stand there with a shit-eating grin as she struggles in Thiago’s hold.
“Not a good idea, baby. Just leave it alone.” Thiago puts himself between me and his, whatever she is to him.
“Better put a leash on her T. Sounds like she needs some training.” I chuckle as I look back down the hall to see if Gabriela is coming.
“She isn’t here.” Cora gives me a look filled with hatred. “She went home because you’re a stupid little boy who can’t control his emotions. Really, Joaquín, stealing her clothes while she showers. How fucking childish can you be?”
I roll my eyes at Cora’s accusations, knowing they are exaggerated. "Maybe her dad shouldn’t have fucked my mom.”
Thiago tightens his grip on Cora, trying to calm her down. “Let it go, Cora.”
I smirk, not bothered one bit by her anger. “Besides, I’m sure Gabriela can handle herself. She doesn’t need you to defend her.”
Cora scoffs at my words, clearly not convinced. “You’re just an immature jerk, Joaquín. Grow the fuck up. You know, none of what happened was her fault.” I shrug, unaffected by her insults.
“Don’t really care if it wasn’t.” I glance at the door, itching to get home. I push past them to head to the parking lot.
“You have a real funny way of showing her you like her.” She shouts to me, and I catch the door before it closes.
“Come again?” I turn, giving Thiago a dirty look. He must have said something to Cora about my crush on Gabriela.
“You think I can’t see it?” Cora laughs. “You’re so fucking pathetically obvious it’s sad.” She breaks free from Thiago’s grip and charges at me. The sting of her hand coming across my face burns. “Get over whatever bullshit you’re feeling. Leave my best friend alone and fuck off. She’s too good for you, anyway.”
She probably isn’t wrong. Even in the right circumstances, Gabriela is too good for me.
* * *
“You remind me of her. Mijo , it’s so hard to look at you when all I see is your mother.” Dad says as he cracks another can of beer open. Not that he needs another; he’s trashed as it is.
I stand there across from him in the kitchen, saying nothing. Because what does someone say to that? Nothing better than hearing that you're the spitting image of your whore of a mother. I grab my plate and the bottle of water from the counter and take off for my room, slamming the door behind me. I push the lock in and sit on my bed.
After eating the microwave frozen dinner and finishing my water, I lean back and pull Gabriela’s underwear from my pocket. The silky feel of the satin against my skin has me rock hard in my jeans instantly. “Fuck it,” I mutter, standing up to undo my pants. I need this release. This is the closest I’ll probably get to coming with her. So I’ll fucking take it.
My jeans and boxer briefs pool at my ankles as I sit on the edge of the bed, stroking my cock. I take her panties and wrap them around my dick, and I have to keep from coming at the feel of them.
“Oh fuck. This shouldn’t feel so fucking good.” I whisper to myself, taking in a breath. I continue to stroke my cock while wrapping Gabriela’s panties around it. The forbidden nature of this only increases my arousal, and I find myself unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.
Each stroke brings me closer to the edge, the silky fabric adding a new level of sensation that drives me wild. My breathing becomes labored, and I can feel the tension building within me, urging me towards release.
The thought of her, her scent, what her touch would be like—it all fuels the burning desire within me. I find myself lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, unable to fully comprehend the consequences of my actions.
As my hand quickens its pace, the need for release becomes undeniable. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level, and with one final stroke, I come. Waves of pleasure crash over me as cum coats the panties and my hand, and I can’t help but imagine it’s Gabriela who’s brought me to this point. That it’s her pussy that’s being filled by me.
But as the euphoria fades, reality sets in. I’m left feeling empty, consumed by guilt and regret. Anger quickly replaces the guilt, and I remove the panties from my now semi-hard cock. It should be her, here, naked in my bed. I clean myself up, and I toss the panties in the hamper, and I tell myself that it was a moment of weakness.
That’s all it is, right?