EPOV

"What's the plan for after school? Can we stay and watch practice again?" Emmett is leaning over his desk behind me in biology class, and I rub his hot breath away from the back of my neck as he whispers.

"I don't know, man. I kinda just want to head home and chill." It's Friday, and the first week of school is almost over. On Tuesday, I made the mistake of detouring through the atrium on our way to the parking lot and pointed out cheerleading practice to Emmett. Somewhere between a dance routine and a pyramid, he was mesmerized, and we repeated the process both Wednesday and Thursday.

I adjust the dick in my pants under my desk for what feels like the billionth time this week. I don't really mind that I keep getting hard - I'm a seventeen year old guy for fuck's sake - but I never have any God damn alone time to relieve the pressure anymore.

Hot breath hits my neck again, and I shudder involuntarily. "If we go home and chill, as you call it, maybe we go to the water park again tomorrow?"

I groan inwardly at the thought. Last weekend we spent the day lounging at the water park. Well. Emmett lounged. I spent most of the day trying to hide my boner. That's not an easy feat in swim trunks.

"Uh, sure. If they're still open, I mean. I think they close for the season soon." I turn my attention back to Mr. Banner and try to concentrate, but the erection in my pants has taken up residence in the forefront of my mind.

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"She's okay, I guess. I mean, I'd fuck her of course." Mike smirks as the table howls with raucous laughter.

Emmett is already here. I don't know if it's his easy personality or the novelty of his foreignness, but he had zero trouble at all fitting in. At least he saved me a seat, and I plop down in a chair, tossing my tray of slop on the table.

"Who's pants are you trying to get into now, Newton? Did you finally lose your v-card this summer?" I put on a good show and play the manly game, but everyone knows I'm still a virgin. As I pick up my apple to take a bite and look around the table, I realize with embarrassment that I might be the only virgin. Jesus. No wonder I've got blue balls.

"Lauren. She got hot over the summer. And yes, I totally fucked Jessica this summer. She even came back for a second round," Mike says, making sure he's loud enough for the surrounding tables to hear and spread the rumor.

"Ahh, good for you man. Although, you should probably head to the clinic after school." I drop my voice to a stage whisper. "I hear some Port A dudes ran a train on her last year after their prom."

Eric and Tyler let out whoops of amusement again, and I glance at Emmett, who looks confused as all hell.

"What's up, Em?"

"Well, it's just … If they ran a train on her, was she in the hospital? I can't believe she is alive."

I grin at the language barrier while the other guys continue to roll with laughter.

"How do I put this delicately. You see, Emmett. What we refer to as 'running a train' here in America has nothing to do with a real train. Think about the train cars and how they hook together. Now think about people doing that. Naked …" I raise my eyebrows suggestively, and realization dawns on Emmett's face.

"Oh. OH. Yes, Mike, friend. You might want to go to the doctor right away." He giggles, amused that he's in on the joke finally.

Mike, tired of the jokes at his expense, turns the tables. "You got your eye on any girls yet, Emmett?"

"Oh, there are lots of hot girls, Mike. Lots of hot girls … and lots of hot guys too." He winks, causing the guys to lose their shit again, but I can't help but wonder how much truth there is to his statement.