Hejo! So this is the first story I started writing after I took my hiatus. It's a 13RW story, so reader discretion is advised (no it isn't). I hope y'all enjoy this chapter to what I hope is a "new" beginning!
I burst through the door. My eyes widened at the scene of the room. "H-Hannah. What the fuck is all this?" I asked. There was anger in my voice, but it was a sort of concerned anger. I knew exactly what was happening: she was going to end it all. "Why would you even think of this?!" I yelled. I still got no response. "Just answer me, please." The anger had subsided. It was replaced with sole concern. Still no response. I grabbed her arm, and dragged her to her room. I made a mental note to drain the water so she couldn't attempt it later. "Now, why did you try to kill yourself?" I asked as calmly as possible. I still got no response. "Do you not wanna talk about it right now?" She nodded at that. Usually, she would've thrown me off of her bed when she slept, but tonight she needed someone to be with her. I held her, not close like a lover would, but just to keep her calm.
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The morning after the incident, she slept in until noon. I could see why she did, but she didn't see what she was doing. It was odd. She never skipped any period of school before, so I hoped it was just for that night. She showed up after lunch. "Hey, Hannah!" I called. She stood outside the lunchroom. She waved back. She looked deprived of everything; sleep, social contact, any form of light. Hell, she even forgot to match her clothes as she normally does. I ran after her when she tried to leave so she wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I grabbed her arm when I finally caught up to her. "What do you want?" She whined. "Just tell me. Why'd you do what you did last night?" I asked. "You want answers? Fine. It's because no one fucking cared enough to help me when I was at the lowest, loneliest, and saddest point in my fucking life!" She yelled. "But-" She continued to release her anger on me. "'But' nothing! I have tried so fucking hard to fit in, and nobody has let me live down my mistakes! Do you know what it's like to have people calling you a "slut", "whore", or "skank" every time you entered a room? Or to have boys hovering behind you trying to grab your ass? Or how about having to witness your ex-friend being raped by a "school-hero", and then be raped by him?" She continued. My eyes went wide. "Why have you been holding all this in? Why would you hide from me when you know you can tell me anything?" I asked. "I was scared, that's why! I didn't want you to think that I was anything that those goddamn boys told me I was! Or that you really thought that I was an "easy lay", and you would make moves on me!" She yelled. I pulled her into an embrace. "I would never believe what those shits say about you. I would never make any moves on you, mainly because I am the worst at romancing people, and that if I did, I would risk losing the best thing to ever happened to me." I responded. She laughed a bit. "Okay, but we both know that you could have any girl you wanted from this town. And second, how am I the best thing to happen to you?" She asked. "Because, you wanted to know me for who I was. You were the only one to talk to me before I magically got popular." I answered. "Just promise me one thing. No matter how popular you get, always stay my friend." She said. "I will." I promised.
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It was about a week after I made the promise to Hannah. We started hanging out more after-school, usually at her house. It was a Friday, so we decided to sleep at her place for the weekend (though I spent almost every night now to keep her social and alive). But she let me invite someone. That someone was Courtney. The two disliked each other, but Courtney and I got along perfectly. The three of us sat on Hannah's bed, alcohol in-hand. Hannah had left to go shower for a bit. While she was gone, Courtney and I decided to continue our "little" game. We were just telling each other to do things, but the catch was the alcohol. That was something that added to the game's intensity, per say. Let's just say, shit gets weird when you're drunk. Some things have already happened; some kisses were shared, embarrassing stories were told, clothes were removed. But that only was the start. Yes, somehow things got weirder than that, all those things. "Okay, it's your turn now." I said. She had the face of thinking on currently. "Come on! Just say anything!" I yelled. "Umm... I dare you to... take off your clothes!" She quickly spat out. "Umm... you sure about this? I mean, I'm not really sure this is what close friends do." I said nervously. "I couldn't think of anything and you were pressuring me, so this is what you get!" She joked. "Just fucking do it!" I guess I have no choice. I started removing my clothes, piece by piece. Just out of the corner of my eye, I could see her blushing. She was super red! It was hard to not burst out into laughter. Once I finished removing everything, and I mean everything, Courtney's face went from bad to worse. She managed to be redder than she was before. "Well, since you did this to me," I said sarcastically, pointing to myself. "I think it's only fair that I repay the favor." I said. She couldn't even manage to look at me directly. "I dare you to remove whatever you have on." She went beyond red, and proceeded to do as I dared. "C-can you not look, please?" She asked. "If you didn't look away when I did it, I won't look away when you do it." I said. I really stressed the "you" in that statement. I felt bad for her, but I wasn't gonna show her. "I-I'm finished." She said, not even facing me. "Aw, come on. Face me." I teased. "I could barely face you when I made you do this, and I definitely can't do it now." She said. "And why is that?" I asked. "Look, it's my turn. So... I dare you... to... tell me what you think about me." She said. I thought about it for a moment, really trying to put together the truth. "Well," I started, causing her eyes to widen. "I think that you're... a beautiful, independent, and interesting person. Every time I'm near you, I feel lucky to have someone like you as someone so close to me." I said. "So, if I'm hearing you right, I believe that you're admitting that you love me?" She asked. "Yes, that's what I'm saying Courtney." I could tell she was a little bit excited, though that would be saying a bit much. She was scared after hearing what I said. "Kimi, you know I-" I pushed myself closer to her to make sure no one heard me. "I know you're into women, but I could honestly care less." I swooned. "H-how'd you know?" She asked, fear sitting on each word. "Court, I'm not fucking retarded am I? I can read you like a book, and same with you to me. And when you get drunk, I look after you, and you could say some personal things." I admit. She went red just like she was earlier. "H-EY! What the fuck happened while I was gone?!" Hannah yelled as she re-entered the room. Both Courtney and I jumped and pulled the sheets over ourselves. "N-nothing! Nothing at all!" Courtney yelled. "Did you two have a quickie while I was gone?" Han teased. "Of fucking course not, Hannah!" I yelled jokingly. "'Little Miss Perfect' wouldn't do it with her closest friend... at least, not here." I joked. She lightly punched my arm, yelling, "Fuck you!" in the process. "Is that implying you've done it before?" Hannah asked. "Implying, yes. Truth, maybe." I mocked. "Well, is it true?" Hannah questioned. "If you want it to be, then it is." I teased. Courtney continued to sink deeper and deeper into the blankets. "Whoa, what are you doing lil' love?" I asked. I looked under the sheets, only to see her hold a finger to her mouth. I tensed up at what came next. I felt something warm wrap around that part of me. I pressed a hand to her head to force her down. I almost forgot entirely about Hannah being in the room. "Y'know, I kinda wanna know what wonders Courtney's mouth is working on you right now." Hannah said. I stopped caring about who was in the room and just focused on Courtney. "Hannah, c-close the door." I demanded. Hannah did as she was told to. "Does her mouth feel good?" She teased. I couldn't hold in the noises that I was tempted to make and let them out. "Sounds like it does. I kinda wish I knew how it felt." Hannah could not stop messing with me right now. I felt it twitch, signaling my finish. I let out a loud 'fuck' and let out a "reward" for Courtney's hard work. "So, how was it?" Hannah joked. "F-fuck you. I really wanted to say that the whole time." I answered. I pulled Courtney's head off violently. "Let me see it." I demanded. She crawled out from in the blankets. "Open up." I demanded again. As she opened her mouth, you could see the thick white sitting on her tongue. "You're a good little slut, now aren't you? You like it when I fill you up, when I treat like you should be treated?" I teased. I had so much dirty talk that I could've used, but I kept it to a minimum for Hannah's sake. "Goddamn, you're a nice guy and all, but when you lay someone, it's like you're an entirely different person." Hannah said. "That's because I am. You'd probably die if you knew what I was in to." I said. "I think that we should sleep after what just happened." Courtney suggested. So, on that note I jumped off the bed, taking Courtney with me. I had no idea what my relationship was anymore. Were we dating, close friends, fuck buddies, or just complete strangers now? I'll ask later, just to let the night end on a high note.
So that is chapter one! I hope you guys all enjoyed it! I am semi-open to suggestions, so if you have any don't be afraid to P.M. me about them. But until next time, bye bye!
