Chapter Three – An Empty Shell

Lisa Odland, the shy girl in Chris' Chemistry class was put up against the wall, and she gave a moan of pleasure. Chris put his hands on the wall, moving with her; Lisa felt her back arch, and her head fall back, she had never felt nothing so amazing.
"Worth every – oh god!" She moaned.

Chris didn't pay attention to her, nor did her care. He then moved his hands and lifted her from the wall, and Chris sat down in the teachers empty chair. As the feeling of pleasure shot through Lisa's body like razors, Chris had things to do and this girl losing her virginity to Chris, was nothing but annoyance. He lifted his hands up Lisa's back and undid her bra, and it almost instantly fell onto his lap. She moved her body more then ever, her sounds of pleasure and ecstasy were becoming more and more intense.

"I never – oh god – harder!" She demanded. Chris rolled his eyes, and did as she pleased, and she expelled a high pitch scream, and then wanted to say words, but they wouldn't leave her mouth, but just hard breathing and sweat.

"Hurry up." Chris said.

Lisa then put her hands on Chris' bare shoulders, and pounded on his body harder and harder, he could see the pleasure erupting from her face.

"Yeah, come on!" He said looking at her, going as hard as she did. She opened her mouth, and she looked like she wanted to Scream. "No, don't, we'll get caught. Don't."

Lisa felt this pressure building inside of her, she had never felt anything like this before. It was building faster and faster, it was amazing to her what she was feeling, it was coming, she couldn't help herself. Instantly she felt someone on her mouth at the motion of explosion. Chris kissed her and held her head to his lips, as the scream filled his mouth. Once she was done, Chris pulled, back, and Lisa got up, she stood by the desk, leaning against it. Chris pulled his shirt from his arms back on, and threw the condom into the trash can. He pulled his pants up, and by the time he pulled his backpack on, and turned around, Lisa was gone. And all that was left was three hundred and fifty dollars on a desk.

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"Oh Britney you have to do it." Said Lindsay, a freshman blonde walking into the bathroom, with three other girls behind her.

"I don't have that much money." Britney replied, looking at her black hair in the mirror against her blue eyes, and flawless skin.

"You so should." Said Summer, a red head with green eyes. "Oh my god, I did it last week – worth every dollar."

"Really?" Britney replied.

"Oh yeah." Lindsay replied, "I am going for it again tomorrow after school, I can't wait."

"Why not today?" Britney asked.

"He was booked," Lindsay replied.

"Does he have another opening for tomorrow?" Ask Ashely who was Lindsay's twin.

"Ash, sorry I am going solo this time." Her sister replied.

"Well duh," She snapped back, "Even though that three some was so hot."

"Do you remember the days when he was innocent." Summer said

"And Bianca," Ashely said.
Summer, Ashely, and Lindsay all giggled.

"Whose Bianca?" Britney asked.
"Oh sweetie, you're so out of touch with reality." Lindsay said putting lip gloss on.

"She was Chris' first." Summer said, brushing her hair.

"Before she ditched him." Ashely added, "No ones why she left."

"Well, actually." Lindsay said, putting her lip gloss away, "Word has it, she got tired of him, and went to another school – where she is selling herself too."

Summer and Ashely dropped their jaws. "NO!" Ashely said.

"Yes." Lindsay replied.

"Poor girl," Britney said.

"More like stupid whore." Lindsay said. "Thank god of Chris."

"So Sweetie." Ashely directed at Britney, "Are you really as innocent as you say you are."

"If you mean, have I had sex; No."

Lindsay and summer dropped there make up into the sinks.

"Are you serious!" Summer nearly yelled.

"Yeah," Britney replied.
"Okay this girl needs de-virgination fast!" Lindsay said

"I could loan her the money." Summer replied.

"Oh please," Ashely and Lindsay to Summer.

"What?" Summer replied.

"You have never loaned money to anyone!" Lindsay snapped.

"Well that's because you sluts always ask for my money. But this is an investments." Summer then arm around Britney's shoulders. "I've made several investments, this school needs some lightening up."

At that moment the bathroom door opened, and Lisa Odland walked into the bathroom, smiling at the girls, went into the stall, and pulled out a cigarette, lit it and smoked a puff.

"Speaking of investments." Summer added, "Lisa, honey, how was it."

Lisa pulled the cigarette from her lips and smoke fell from her mouth.
"Amazing!" She said, "God bless for men like him."

Summer giggled along with the twins. Britney backed away, to the wall. The girls crowded around the stall.
"Well what happened?" Summer asked.

"Details!" Ashely said.

"Well," Lisa said, "I did as you said, I waited till Mr. Rogers left, and went up to Chris, he was looking sad, so I thought I give him to smile about. He said he could squeeze me in, and boy did he ever. He put me against the wall, and started to suck my neck, and down to the tits." Lisa opened her blouse and the girls saw a long red mark from her neck and chest. The girls dropped there jaws. "And then it started, and we did it on Angela's desk!"
"NO!" Lindsay said.
"Oh my god!" Summer added, "Very nice, continue."

"Then we moved to against the wall, and good god, it was so amazing. And then we moved to the teachers chair. And it was so fast, and not in the bad way, he was fast. Very fast!" Lisa stopped and took another puff. "And then I was about to have the best orgasm of my life, and he did something I have never seen him do."

"What!" Ashely and Lindsay said at once.
"He kissed me!"
All the girls gasped.

"No!" Summer said, "Are you serious, you're fucking lying bitch!"

Lisa moved her fast where the side of her lips, the make up was moved across her cheek. Lindsay and Ashely dropped there mouths.
"Girl," Summer began, "You surprise me more and more, how was it?"

"Combined with the best one ever and a kiss, it was amazing. And then I got off of him, and then put the money on a desk and left. And now I am here."

"Ah, Bitch!" Summer said smiling, "I love you! You're my new client."

"Amazing." Lindsay, "I am going to book my spot, by hoes!"

"Wait for me." Ashely said running after her.

"Where's Britney?" Summer asked, looking around.

"Who?" Lisa asked taking another puff.

"The girl who was in here."

"Oh, Ms. Virgin, she walked out."

"Typical."

Chris took the money and put it in his wallet, and he looked down, a picture of Harvard was on the inside of his wallet. When he forgot why he was doing this, all he had to do was look in his wallet. He closed his wallet and walked out of the room, and he couldn't help but feel nothing but this huge emotional weight on his shoulders. As he walked down the halls, it was the end of the day, people still looked at him from their lockers.

"There he goes," He would hear.

"Man-slut of the year!"

"So sad, I wonder if Wyatt knows."

He walked out into the front of the school, and looked around and wondered if he could get a ride home with Wyatt. He stood outside, as he felt the heat on the back of his neck warming up; he always felt this constant embarrassment even in swimming. Swimming, Jesse. He had a wonderful weekend with Kim, and he wasn't in his Biology class, he figured he had ditched with his friends to Steve's Burgers again. He looked down the street and saw Wyatt walking out, he walked over and Wyatt noticed him. Chris jerked his head up ward and walked over.

"Hey you," Wyatt said, "How was your day."
"It was good." Chris said looking at the ground. They walked to Wyatt's truck and Wyatt waved goodbye to his friends and they got in.

"I had a terrific day too, thanks." Wyatt said smiling.

"Okay." Chris replied.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just tired."

"Want to get something to eat I am starving."

"No thanks, well I am going to McDonalds."

Chris rolled his eyes, Wyatt tried, back when they were children they were best of friends. They told each other everything, but once Chris started High School he had to get serious and being best friends with his brother wasn't on his list of things to do. He also got serious about College so he studied hard into every night during his freshman year. Being the schools top student in his class, he was given top honors at the end of year. Wyatt wasn't far behind Chris, he was in the top three percent of his class. Wyatt had gotten into every college he applied to: University of San Francisco, Chapman University, Brown University, and University of California, Berkeley. Wyatt majoring in 'Sports Medicine', he was not going to be dumb, even though Brown was an IVY League, Berkeley had a better Medical department then Brown.

As they drove out front of the manor twenty minutes later, Chris took a bag of food out along with him, so did Wyatt.

"You're getting too small kid." Wyatt said to him while he was walking up to the house, "So eat!"

"Thank you." Chris replied, Chris opened the door, and walked directly up to his room, he put his backpack on his bed, he had night of studying long ahead of him. He put his bag of food on his desk, and looked down into the bag, three double cheeseburgers, Chris' usual. He took one burger out, and took a bite out of it. He stood there for a long time, just thinking about life. What this what he really wanted to do? Was Harvard worth the $48,000 a year? What about his dreams? Where they worth all of this?

He shook his head and put the burger back in the bag, and walked over to the closet and pulled down the tin box. He opened it, and money piled up in rubber bands and pepper clips. He pulled the three hundred and fifty dollars from his wallet and added it to the amount he already had. At this rate he could afford a semester at Harvard in a few weeks. He sighed, and put the money in his tin, and closed it up.

After he put it back in its right place, he sat at his desk and pulled "Romeo & Juliet" from his backpack and began to read Act Two. He was a day behind everyone in his class, and he had to read Act Two and Three and do all the necessary work before tomorrow, that is also his fifty Spanish vocabulary words he had to memorize, the diagram and essay for his Biology class, his debate research ready for tomorrow. He looked at the book "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" by John Berdant, which was sitting on his desk. He had bought that book three weeks ago, and still not not busy enough to read it. For the next hour he read the Shakespearean play and did all the work. He started his Biology diagram, and then he got the feeling of disgust and dirty ness on his body. He couldn't shake it off, he had never felt this way before. Not being able to focus on his work, he grabbed a towel from his floor and went from his room. As he walked down the hall he could hear his parents down stairs and Wyatt listening to music in his room. He went into the bathroom, and closed the door, and locked it. He turned on the water to full blast, and hot. He pulled his clothing off from him, and then before he knew it, he was looking at his own naked self in the mirror. He knew his body was the key in all of this, people didn't see Chris, they only saw his shell. His six pack, toned arms and chest, his model looking face, and surfer hair, people also loved his green eyes he remembered his friend Ariel told him once, "They can pierce" the soul. He looked down at himself, he had never hated himself so much in life. He felt so disgusting and filthy. He opened the shower door and closed it behind him.

He grabbed the bar of soap and instantly began to scrub, he scrubbed his chest, his stomach, his loins, his hands, and his face. He couldn't get this feeling from him, he washed his body off, but the feeling wasn't gone, scrubbing harder he cleaned and cleaned.

Why have I done this? He asked himself, What made me do this? I am smarter then this! I hate this, but Harvard, I need Harvard! Harvard is mine, no one else's if I have too I will fuck the brains out of every person I have too, no matter how old! Its mine! MINE!

He dropped the soap, and before he knew it he was crying, the shower water pounded on his body, and he pulled his legs to his chest and hugged himself. He was shaking, tears not longer fell from his eyes, but that feeling it was still with him. He wanted to be rid of this, why wasn't he rich? He wanted that life he saw on TV. They don't need that money, they have never worked a hard day in there life? Why should they have it all? People are starving all over the world and these people need the latest Gucci shit and all about them! Why can't I have some of that money! If I did I wouldn't need to this!

He stood up after a while, and turned of the water. He stepped out and washed himself dry, and still feeling dirty, but fresh, still dirty he wrapped the towel around his waist. And walked into his room, and dressed himself in shorts and a tank top. And as he sat down on his desk, his cell phone was ringing with the name "Lindsay" on the screen.

"Hey, what time?" He said picking up the phone.