1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

92. A Not-So-Simple Life

A Not-So-Simple Life

by SomeStoryIt was nearing midnight, which meant that most of the customers had long since left and now only a handful of people were left. Because of that, Leo gave me the green light to work the bar as long as I kept my cool and tried to act older. It wasn't too hard when the three people I was serving were hammered out of there minds already. They didn't expect a sixteen year old to be serving them drinks, nor did they care as long as I kept them coming.

"You're holding up ok back here TK?" Leo asked, patting me on the back as I cleaned a pitcher of beer. His real name was Reginald Marino, but he had long dirty blonde hair and a bushy chin strap to go with it that vaguely made him look like a lion. He was a stocky man with a beer gut, but all in all, a really nice guy, who was a long time friend to my dad. Because of that, he let me work at his restaurant, secretly, for the last two years.

"Yeah, the couple near the end is fixing to go home," I pointed.

"Just leaves the dame then? Real looker too," he wolf whistled at the lonely woman at the other end of the bar. Less then a second later a wet towel drilled him in the back of the head. He whirled around to see his wife glaring angrily at him.

Karen a.k.a. Missy K, was a slim good looking woman in her late thirties. She was definitely out of Leo's league but they seemed happy together, and she was like another mother to me so I was eternally grateful for all her help. She wore black pants with a white shirt and olive colored apron over it, the uniform that all employees wore.

"I heard that Leo!" she barked.

"I was just kidding honey," he shrugged playfully as she disappeared back into the kitchen.

"Thanks for letting me work late shift Leo," I said placing the pitcher back on the rack.

"Hey, don't give me that. You've been working hard for the last two years in this dump and I know how much ya need the money." With a long sigh he leaned up against the counter and shook his head, "When your aunt and uncle come back I'm gonna give 'em a piece of my mind. Leaving a kid alone to take care of a house. Despicable."

"If they come home."

"Ah, c'mon TK, they'll be back."

"They left two years ago Leo, only a note and a credit card as a goodbye. It's safe to say that they aren't coming back. I haven't even gotten a phone call from them or any other kind of communication. For all I know those assholes are dead."

He let out a long sigh, "I remember the day you showed up in my restaurant with that note in your hand."

"Yeah," I laughed quietly, "you broke a table you were so mad."

"Well whatdya expect? Your Dad and I were good friends, and when he passed I rarely got to see ya. Next thing I know, you're waltzing into my restaurant on the brink of tears with a note from your aunt and uncle that says you're on your own."

"And you hired me on the spot. Even offered to take me in."

"Ya, but I knew that you wouldn't take me up on it. Your Mike's kid after all, hardheaded and independent, with just a bit of attitude when you least expect it. Even got his shaggy black hair too," he ruffled it just to annoy me, "Not as tall as him though. What are ya like six foot?"

"Five 'ten."

"Scrappy too, just like him. Luckily you got your mother's green eyes though." It was obvious that this conversation was starting to tread dangerous water. He must've realized it as well because he changed the subject, "So the first day of school is tomorrow right?"

"Yep, my junior year."

"You got enough money to pay for it right?"

"Been saving up all summer."

"Atta boy," he nodded in approval, "I still can't believe there charging five grand to go to a high school."

"Well, it's either five grand to go to Wilson High which is only a ten minute walk from my house, or take a forty minute bus ride to a public school for free. Plus, I'm not that far from the restaurant so I can get some afternoon shifts in."

"Working hard as usual kid."

"Honey!" Missy K shouted, "I need you back here."

"Coming," he called back before patting my shoulder, "Call me if ya need something TK."

"No problem Leo."

I grabbed the wet towel on the ground and wrung it out before wiping down the bar table. The only person left was the woman sitting on the other end of the bar, her head slowly rocking back and forth no doubt from all the drinks she ordered. I kept my eye on her as I started cleaning my way towards her end of the bar.

She wore glasses with nice wavy chestnut colored hair, and although I couldn't see her body, I could see that she had a nice rack. Easily C-cups, and damn did they look good in her maroon colored v-neck shirt. She had to be mid-to-late twenties, judging by her smooth and creamy skin, and I guaranteed that if she smiled she could've melted ice.

When I got to her, I casually cleaned around her so I wouldn't bother her, however, she decided to make her presence known.

"Hey," she pointed at me, her high pitch tone was surprisingly calm. "You know what I hate?" Oh gosh, a talker. Better brace myself for her life story, "Men. Men are the worst! They're mean, cruel, deceitful, and cruel!"

"You said cruel twice," I continued wiping down the bar.

"That's cause they're doubly cruel!"

"Doubly cruel huh? Sounds like you had a rough day."

"Don't," she hiccupped, "Even get me started."

Bullet dodged! Looks like I don't have to listen to her after all. It was really the only downside to working the bar at night. Usually the people were laughing and telling funny stories while getting wasted, but there was always that one person whose life was worse then everyone else's, and they always wanted to talk to someone about it. Luckily this woman didn't want to talk about it-

"Hey!" she shouted again.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing? Aren't ya gonna ask me what's wrong."

"You told me not to get you started," I shrugged.

"No," she whined, pounding her fists into the table like a spoiled brat. "I'm a girl! I want to talk to someone about what happened! Please!"

With a loud sigh, I walked back over to her and leaned onto the table, "Go ahead."

"Well it all started when I moved down here for my new job like…four months ago." She swayed and slurred her words as she talked, "I had a nice apartment that I could afford and everything was perfect! Perfect as pie! I want pie. Pumpkin pie, with whip cream-"

"Focus," I ordered snapping my fingers in front of her.

"Right, right. So, then, I meet this guy, and he was AMAZING. Smart, funny, a good kisser, and just a really great guy. Well, he wasn't that great in bed, but that's not the point." She laughed suddenly as she held up her hands to measure out what I can only assume to be this man's junk, which if I had to guess came out at about the size of a cell phone, "He had a small dick. Ha! I remember not trying to laugh at it when I first saw it."

"So he was a great guy. Then what?" my tone was hinting my annoyance pretty well, but she either didn't notice or didn't care.

"Well…we…were having a great time for the next month. Then, out of no where, he asked me to move in with him."

"So after a month, you decided to move in with this guy?"

"Yep! Sold the apartment, paid the lease, sold the excess furniture and moved into his apartment. The next two months were like a dream come true! We went out shopping everyday, ate at high class restaurants, and bought a lot of booze. And the best part was that my job didn't start for another month, and he didn't have one! We could spend all day together."

I already could see where this was going.

"But today, when I went to go look at my bank account, I found out that I was out of money. I had like, twenty grand in the bank and it was all gone somehow. I don't know how it happened either! And, when I told him that, he yelled at me, and kicked me out of the house. So now, I have no apartment, no clothes, no furniture, no place to stay, and no money to buy another beer."

I grabbed a bottle of beer from below and popped the cap off, setting it in front of her, "This one's on the house."

I personally loved saying that. It just seemed so cool to me for some reason, although it was only my third time ever doing something like that. In one smooth motion she picked it up and chugged it in one try, slamming it back onto the table with a loud belch.

"Thanks, you're not completely useless even if you are a guy."

"Uh, thank you? I think," I scratched my head trying to figure out if that was a compliment or an insult. Now that her story was done I finished tidying up the place, setting most of the pitchers back on the rack while disposing the beer bottle that I just gave her.

"What am I gonna do!" she shouted slamming her head onto the table. "Wait! I got it!" I turned around to see her pointing straight at me. "You!"

"Me?" I looked around to make sure that she wasn't pointing at anyone else.

"You're not an asshole, so can I stay with you? Please! Just for one night. I start work tomorrow and I need a good night sleep."

"If you start work tomorrow then why'd you get drunk? You're probably gonna have a nasty hangover, you know that right? And what kind of logic is that? I'm not an asshole so I'm a candidate to take you in? I don't even know you."

"I don't get hangover for your information," she slurred before clapping her hands together, "Please! I'll leave early in the morning so you won't have to worry about me getting in your way."

"It's not that simple."

"Why not? Are you living with someone?"

"N-No I'm living alone actually."

"Perfect," she threw her hands up in the air.

"That's not the point, I don't even know you."

She lifted up her purse and set it on the table, fishing through it rapidly until slamming a card in front of me. I picked it up to discover that it was her drivers license, although I was curious as too why she gave this to me in the first place as I scanned over it. Her name was Melissa Benson, age twenty-eight, six foot, with brown eyes.

"See! Now you know me."

"Ok…Melissa, I guess I know a little more about you now."

"C'mon just for one night. I'll even show you my boobs," she grabbed them for emphasis.

I gave her back her driver's license and sighed, trying not to look at her as she curiously fondled her own boobs. This was going to be a moment I would regret, whether it was tomorrow, or twenty years from now. I just had this bad feeling about it, but I knew I couldn't let her wander the streets homeless and alone at night, plus, it looked like it might rain too so that would only make her day ten times worse then it already was.

"Look, just wait by the door. I'm going to tell my boss that I'm leaving and I'll let you stay at my place for one night. Got it?"

She grinned widely, "It was the boobs that did it huh?"

"No, it wasn't," I shook my head, heading towards the door to the kitchen. "Just get ready to go ok."

"Ok!"

I opened the silver door that led to the kitchen, "I'm taking off if you guys don't need anything."

"Ok!" Missy K called back, "Good luck tomorrow."

"Thanks!"

I shut the door and went to the employee locker room, untying my apron and tossing it inside my locker while grabbing my bag. Throwing it over my shoulder I headed back out to meet Melissa, weaving through tables only to find waiting patiently outside.

I walked out the door and nodded, "This way, I don't have a car but my house is a short walk from here," She smiled and grabbed onto my arm, squeezing it in between her breasts as she clung to me like a baby to its blanket. My patience was being tested now, and to calm myself I started mumbling, "It's the right thing to do," over and over again, under my breath so that she couldn't hear me.

Melissa on the other hand seemed perfectly content with the situation, humming happily as we crossed streets and rounded a couple corners.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Huh?"

"Your name! I told you mine, but you didn't tell me yours."

"It must've slipped my mind." That was a lie, it was completely intentional but since I had been caught I had no other choice, "I'm Tucker, Tucker Kingly."

"Well you're quiet the gentleman Tucker Kingly!"

"Shh," I ordered, "People are sleeping."

"Sooooooooorry," she whispered looking around as we arrived at my house. "A two story house? And it's yours? You must be rich!"

"Not rich," I fumbled with the key to the lock before getting it open. "C'mon, it's starting to rain so you better get inside."

She nodded and followed me in as I flicked on a light. It was a rather plain living room but she still marveled at it, circling around the couch with a look of awe in her eyes. She was like a kid who had just seen snow for the first time, but that snow was my living room, and it was also annoying me.

"Melissa, stop."

"Where's your washer and dryer?"

"Huh? Uh, down that hallway, why?"

She looked at the hallway and smiled, dropping the skirt she was wearing to the ground and tossing her shirt off soon after leaving her in a matching black lace bra and panties.

"What the hell are you doing?" I turned around immediately.

"Well, I want to wash my clothes, and I promised to let you see my boobs so I'm killing two birds with one stone."

"I didn't agree on that. Look, the guest room is up the stairs, first door on the right. I'm on the opposite end, so yell if you need anything." I rushed up the stairs trying to look away the entire time. Once I was up there, I darted to the safety of my room and slammed the door shut. "Fuck is wrong with that woman."

After my heart rate settled a bit, I dropped my bag in the corner, took off my shirt and changed into a comfy pair of shorts. It was almost one thirty now, which meant that in six hours and thirty minutes I'll have officially started my junior year in high school.

I plopped onto my bed and got under the covers, closing my eyes to try and fall asleep. Sleep didn't come to as quickly as I'd like however, and I found myself tossing and turning for the next half hour until my door opened.

"What?" I groggily lifted my head up although it was still pitch black in my room so I couldn't really see her. "Is something wrong Melissa?"

Her footsteps drew nearer and nearer until I felt my covers move.

"What are you doing?" I was slowly waking up now as she slid underneath the covers next to me.

"It's too cold in my room," she whined, "And I've been sleeping with a guy next to me for the last three months."

"S-So?" I felt her naked breasts press against the back of my neck and my body tensed up immediately. She wrapped her arm around me and trapped me up against her body, purring evilly. I tried to wriggle free but she was hell bent on keeping me next to her so eventually I after a minute I quiet struggling and she hummed triumphantly.

"I can see why guys like this position," she whispered, "It's comfy and warm, and…" I felt her hand slowly move down my chest, "It gives me control of when I want to play."

Grabbing her hand I turned to face her, my patience non existent now, "Stop Melissa! I have to get up early tomorrow, and you're drunk."

"Tuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I'm horny, depressed, and hammered. It's not like we're going to see each other again after tonight, so quiet being a bitch and lets have sex," she pouted, "Please! I'll even be on top."

I reached up and turned on the lamp at my bedside, finally illuminating my room and giving me a prefect shot of Melissa naked upper body as she looked at me like a newborn puppy begging for a home. To be honest she had a good point. I don't know why I was complaining, Melissa was sexy and if any guy said no to her they'd have to be insane. Plus, it's not like I'm a virgin anymore, and I don't have a girlfriend either so why I was hesitating was beyond me.

"Alright," I shrugged, trying to play it cool, "Only if you're on top and we go to sleep we're done."

"Deal," she leaned forward and kissed me.

Her hands cupped my head softly as I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her closer, ignoring the stench and taste of alcohol on her lips. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and I happily welcomed it as the passion started to pick up. She climbed on top off me as I moved down to her neck, sucking and kissing it tenderly as she groaned into my ear.

She pushed me back and nearly ripped off my shorts to reveal my hardened dick, a wicked smile crossing her lips. Scooting backwards, she bent down and licked the pre-cum oozing out of my dick. It sent shivers through my body and she must have noticed because she licked it several more times before finally sticking it in her mouth, her hand wrapping around the base of my dick and moving with the flow of her mouth.

"Fuck," I gasped, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensations that Melissa was sending throughout my body. With a loud slurp, she lifted her head and licked her lips seductively, sitting up with my dick in her hand as she positioned herself over it. Lowering her hips slowly, the tip of my dick slid ride into her soaking pussy and she let out a long moan.

She started off slow at first, seeing how much of my dick she could take before starting to pick up the pace. Her pussy was perfect, not too tight and but not loose either, and her cute moaning drove me crazy. My hands moved to her boobs as they bounced up and down with her movements, and when I squeezed them her back arched immediately.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! This is exactly what I needed," she grabbed onto my hands and squeezed them even harder as she started panting desperately. Her exposed body glistening in dewy perspiration as she shouted, "O-Oh I'm cumming! Tucker I'm cumming. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

She froze as her pussy clamped tightened around my dick, the only sign of life was her shortened breath, but eventually she relaxed and climbed off my dick. The hazy and out of energy look in her face was pretty alluring, but she didn't stop there. Leaning back down to finish the job, she started sucking on my dick again, licking up the remainder of her pussy choice while giving me arguably the best blowjob I've ever had.

"I'm cumming Melissa," I said, and soon after I shot my load into the back of her throat. She swallowed it with ease, even taking the time to clean off my dick before crawling back up to my side and collapsing on my chest. Grabbing the covers, I pulled them over us as Melissa passed out in a drunken state of ecstasy within seconds, a smile fit for a king spread across her face. I threw my hands behind my head and put on a smile of my own.

Guess this wasn't that bad of a choice after all.

The next morning my alarm clock started beeping at six o'clock rather then seven, and although the lazy part of me wanted to shut it off and go back to sleep, I knew that I needed to get up. My body felt a little drained, and after looking at Melissa, last night's little escapades came flooding back into my head making me smirk. She was still passed out, though, and I thought about waking her up but I decided against it, carefully getting out of bed and proceeding to get ready. Twenty minutes later I was munching on a piece of toast as I wrote a note for Melissa:

Hey, had to leave early. Here's a spare key to the house. Lock it then put it under the mat. Good luck at your job

-Tucker

It was a dumb idea to give a stranger my house key but I trusted Melissa enough to not steal anything.

Grabbing my backpack, I walked back up to my room to see her still sound asleep. I crept in and set the note and key next to her before heading back downstairs, exiting my home and locking the door.

The sun was barely lifting over the horizon providing me with minimal light while the biting chill caught me by surprise. I zipped up my jacket and walked to the sidewalk, gazing to the right to faintly catch a glimpse of downtown. But since today was a school day I wouldn't be going that way, instead, I turned left and started walking towards the park.

It was a bland walk through houses, with not to much to look at. Then again I had been walking down this path for the last two years so I could practically sleep walk my way there. After about five minutes, I stopped in front of the park and looked both ways. If I wanted to get to school I needed to turn right, but I woke up early today for a specific reason, so I kept my head down and cut through the park. It was only about a hundred yards from end to end so after a quick walk across a dewy wasteland, I emerged on the other side and headed down Zimmer Street. After five minutes of nothing but the sound of my footsteps, I finally stopped in front of my destination.

Oak Bridge Cemetery.

The gate was always unlocked, so I flipped the latch up and walked into the fenced off area, heading down the single paved pathway that the cemetery had to offer. The tombstones had become as memorable as the menu back at the restaurant to me. Each one telling the tell of another unlucky soul, however, after passing the lone tree in the center of the cemetery, I walked off the path. Making sure not to be disrespectful, I weaved through a couple of graves before stopping at the two that mattered the most, to me anyways.

"Hey Mom, Hey Dad," I glanced down at the tombstones and smiled softly. "How have you guys been? Good I hope. Not having too much fun without me." The wind howled softly in my ear, reminding me that I wasn't going to get an answer, but that was something that I was used too. "So you probably know that I did something kind of stupid last night. In my defense it was for a good reason, and I didn't exactly expect the outcome, that was just a bonus. I know if you guys were there you'd probably be chewing me out and telling me how much of an idiot I was, but with the day she was having I figured it wouldn't kill her to have someone throw her a bone." I chuckled softly, "Anyways, I uh, start school today. Junior year. One more year to go…"

I don't know how long I stood there, but it felt like ages. My cell phone started buzzing and I fished it out of my pocket. It was the only thing that I let Leo and Missy K buy for me because I couldn't afford it, and because if I was ever in trouble it'd be useful.

"Bro, where are you? School starts in 10 minutes," Jason, arguably my best friend, texted.

"On my way," I responded, shoving my phone back in my pocket.

"Well," I cleared my throat, "Guess I'll get out of here. Wish me luck guys." With that, I turned and left the cemetery and headed back towards school. It was another long and lonely walk, but I managed to make it with a minute before the bell rang.

"Dude," Jason waved me down in the back of the class. He was around my height, not fat but not skinny, with spiked up hair and a chill vibe about him. He wore shorts and a bulky sweatshirt with some skateboarding logo on it.

I weaved through the class and took a seat at the open desk next to him, "Saved me a seat?"

"Yeah, was worried you'd get stuck sitting next to some of the snobs we got in the class this year." I only vaguely recognized some of the people in the class, but if Jason thought they were a bunch of snobs then I had not reason not to believe him. "Least we have Hailey in our class this year."

"Hailey? Heartbreak Hailey?"

"Yep, front row."

I put the conversation on hold and sat straight up, looking too see whether or not he was telling the truth. Sure enough in the front of the class, there she was. Heartbreak Hailey in all of her glory. Arguably an angel on earth, with short golden blonde hair that barely fell to her shoulders, a smile that could turn heads and an hourglass body that dropped jaws. She had perky B-cup boobs, and an ass that looked good no matter what she was in. But she wasn't called Heartbreak Hailey for nothing.

In the last two years she had been one of the hottest girls in school, and she turned down any and every guy that tried to make a move on her. Personally I think it was because she liked the attention, and now that she was a junior she didn't have that much competition in the looks department at school.

"Got some feelings for her?" Jason jokingly asked.

"Yeah, but who doesn't?" I laughed leaning back in my chair.

"Why don't you make a move on her? C'mon, maybe you're the lucky guy who finally gets her attention."

"Even if I was, I don't have the time to deal with her high maintenance bullshit."

He rolled his eyes at me, "Just ask your boss for a months vacation man. You've been working almost everyday for the past two years. You deserve a break."

"Someone's gotta pay the bills man."

"Yeah, yeah. Hear about what happened to Mr. Peterson?"

"Nah, what happened?"

"Turns out he nearly beat his wife to death, got sent to jail with attempted manslaughter or some crap like that."

"What? When did this happen?"

"From what I heard it happened the week after summer vacation started."

"Then who's our homeroom teacher?"

"Dunno, heard it's a chick though. Supposed to be her first teaching job too. We get to break her in," he laughed, "God, think of the shit we can get away with."

"Knowing our luck she'll be some old lady who's a total hard ass."

"Never know."

"Fingers crossed man. Oh! Dude, you'll never guess what happened last night," I made sure that none of my nearby classmates were listening as I leaned in closer. "So you know how I get to work the bar on late shifts if we're short handed."

"Yeah, what about it."

"Dude, last night there was fucking beautiful chick there, and she was hammered drunk. Like, ordering drink after drink until she couldn't keep her body still. So I listen to her story and be a nice guy, and out of no where she asked me if she can stay at my place for the night because she doesn't have a place to stay."

"You actually let her stay at your place?" I nodded. "Dude, did you score with some random drunk chick?" When I smirked slyly he got the message immediately. "Nice!"

We fist bumped and he shook his head with a wide grin on his face.

"So what did she look like? Give me a description."

"She had-"

The bell to begin class rang and only moments later the door to our classroom, cutting my sentence short as Jason turned his attention to the front of the classroom. He immediately grabbed onto my shoulder and pointed to the front of the class.

"Dude, our new teacher's fucking hot!"

I turned to see for myself, and that's when I realized that I was right all along. I did regret my decision last night.

"Hello class, my names Ms. Benson and I'll be your homeroom teacher this year," Melissa addressed the class with a smile, wearing the same exact clothes she had on yesterday. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you all better. I'll take roll real quick and then we'll get started."

She must not have noticed me, or the fact that I was staring at her in peer horror the entire time as she took roll. However, when she got to my name, things halted immediately.

"Lilly Kassel?"

"Here!"

"Tucker Kingly."

"Here," I said slowly.

She froze for a moment, staring at the roll sheet before slowly glancing upwards and locating me in the back of the class. She soon shared the same horrified look I had on but quickly expelled it with a shake of her head.

Clearing her throat, she said, "Mr. Kingly…would you join me outside of class for a moment. I was told to give you a, uh, message, from the office."

"Y-Yeah," I stood up, "Ok."

She walked over to the door and opened it as I made my way to the front of the class and exited. She followed me out and shut the door as I took a couple steps away from the classroom then turned to face her.

"So," I began, "That job you mentioned was a teaching position."

"Yeah…and the reason you had to get up early was because you had school today."

"Yep."

An awkward silence soon ensued, only broken by a sudden outburst from Melissa, "You lied to me!"

"Excuse me?"

"You didn't tell me you were only sixteen!"

"I didn't tell you my age so how am I liar?"

"You were working behind the bar! You were serving me drinks all last night!"

"Yeah, I was. Sometimes the manager lets me bartend when we're short handed and I'm working late shift."

"B-But you're not even twenty-one!"

"When was the last time you asked a bartender for their I.D.? As long as I serve people drinks they don't care, and neither did you last night."

"I was depressed and I didn't notice! I can't believe this," she whined burying her hands in her face. "I'm going to get fired on my first day for sleeping with a student."

"Calm down! I'll admit that this is kind of weird yeah, but no one has to find out. It was a mistake. A one time thing. Let's just forget it ever happened, ok? I'm your student, and you're my teacher. We act natural and pretend that we've never met. We'll go back into the classroom, and I'll tell people that I have to go to the office to fill out some paper work during lunch. It'll be fine, I promise."

She groaned but reluctantly agreed to it, straightening up and taking a deep breath, "Well then. Back to class Mr. Kingly."

"Sure Ms. Benson," I humored her before opening the door and walking back to my seat.

"Dude? What was that about?" Jason whispered.

"Gotta fill out some paper work during lunch. That's all."

He bought the answer with a simple shrug as Melissa returned to the front of the classroom and continued to read her roll sheet. I almost wish I could forget all about what happened last night but now I knew that that was impossible. She was my homeroom teacher now, so I would be in her class for four hours a day for the rest of the year.

Needless to say I couldn't look at her without picturing her naked, so I ended up spending most of the day staring out the window, vaguely listening to her as she went over what we'd be learning this year. That was the rest of my day in a nutshell, and when the bell finally rang to release us, I was thinking about how many different ways I could've said no to her and avoided this situation entirely.

It made the walk to work that much quicker, and soon enough I was walking through the back door and into the employee locker room. I grabbed my work clothes out of my backpack and threw my backpack into the locker as Leo opened the door.

"Hey TK! I thought I heard the back door open. How was the first day of school?" he asked walking into the room.

"Pretty horrible to be honest."

"Really? What happened?"

I took a deep breath and looked at him, "You remember the time you let Mouse cook?"

"I don't think I'll ever forget that."

"It's worse then that."

"Holy shi-" he checked the door to make sure that no one was coming. "What happened?"

"Remember the girl that was at the bar last night, hot as hell and drunk off her ass?"

"What about her?"

"I…kind of took her home with me. And then we uh, you know," I rotated my hand in little circles causing Leo's eyes to nearly pop out of his skull.

"I see." He walked back over to the door, opening it up and leaning his head out of it. Once he was done looking he shut it and turned back around with a wide grin on his face. "Atta boy TK! I don't see why you're so down, she was gorgeous, and if I was you I'd be parading the fact that I hooked up with a babe like her."

"I forgot to mention the part where when I went to school today, I found out that she was my homeroom teacher."

"Oooooooo," he winced. "Ok, that is really bad."

"Ya think? And she was pissed when she found out I was only sixteen. So I can kiss any thought of a peaceful school year goodbye."

"I can see why," with a loud sigh he put his hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you take today off? Sounds like you've got a lot on your plate. And we'll make it a rule that if you're working the bar that you can't talk to drunk woman anymore. That should fix the problem."

I chuckled, "Yeah, let's hope it does, and if it's all the same to you I'd rather work. I need to get my mind of this."

"Your choice, I gotcha on cooking duty with Rocky."

"Sounds good to me."

"Alright, I'll let you get to it," he patted my shoulder and left the room.

I walked into the bathroom and changed quickly, tying my apron on as I walked through the silver doors to the kitchen. Like Leo had said, George "Rocky" Manalow was hard at work near the grill.

He towered over me, and everyone else who worked here at six 'eight, with dark chocolate skin and a completely shaven head. We gave him the nickname Rocky for two reason, the first being that he used to box and apparently he whooped the shit out of people, and the second being that he was built like a brick wall. On his first day of work he flexed and ripped the sleeves off his shirt, so he was the only one allowed to wear sleeveless shirts during work. He was still a cool guy though, always calm and collective, plus he taught me how to box in case I ever came across some unsavory characters so I knew that he was looking out for me.

"Hey TK, heard you had your first day of school today. How'd it go?" he asked in his signature deep voice

"Worse then the time Mouse tried to cook."

He stopped stirring the pot in front of him and turned to look at the far wall that had a large scorch mark that vaguely outlined a person. "Mind explaining?"

"You want the long version or the short one?"

"Short."

"I accidentally fucked my new homeroom teacher."

"Ok, that is bad."

"Told ya," I grabbed a nearby order and went to work. Since I was sixteen it wasn't illegal for me to work in the kitchen now, but last year when I started I remembered how Missy K was also so alert when I was back here. I don't blame her either, because if I got caught then they'd be the one's taking the punishment not me, but other then that, it was a good idea to put me back here because now I can something other then a sandwich for dinner.

Rocky wasn't one to talk during work, or at all really, so we continued on in silence other then the sizzling of the grill and light chatter from outside the window. It helped me clear my mind for the most part, and after three hours rolled by Rocky ended his shift and Missy K joined me in the kitchen with Leo coming in and out and helping when we got a little behind.

Their restaurant wasn't huge, but it was thriving just fine so two to three people in the kitchen was completely common. They only had about ten employees, and everyone got plenty of hours so it wasn't like we were under worked, although I know two employees are pushing to get another person hired so the work load will be even lighter. Personally I didn't care, I had priority over everyone here so if I wanted to work a whole week then I'd be scheduled for a whole week. Sure it was probably breaking a law or two, but I needed the money, and most of the other workers knew that.

Around seven I took a twenty minute break to eat dinner before starting the second half of my shift. Once the clock struck eleven I got off work and headed home. It wasn't the ideal day I had pictured but as I laid in my bed I was glad that it was finally over.

I drudged to school the next morning, a chunk of sleep missing from my body. Maybe it was guilt, or regret, but either way my one night stand with Melissa was still running through my mind like a song on repeat. I was so preoccupied with her that I failed to notice where I was walking and ran smack dab into someone in the middle of the hallway.

Stumbling backwards, I remained on my feet luckily, but the person I hit toppled to the ground. When I saw who it was I knew right away that I was screwed.

"S-Sorry, Hailey. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," I mumbled as she sat up rubbing her head. For a split second she shot me a look of undying anger, but within a blink of an eye she was smiling warmly at me. That raised a couple of alarms in my head, but I ignored all of them when I realized that she was wearing a short skirt today. Like a homing missile my eyes moved to a free shot of the white panties she had on.

Big Mistake.

She closed her legs and let out a shrill scream that snapped me back into reality.

"I-It was an accident, I swear."

Two of her friends came out of our classroom after hearing Hailey's cry of terror, and after helping her to her feet she pointed at me menacingly, "You pervert!"

I didn't even have the chance to apologize before she stormed off down the hall, no doubt trying to retreat to a nearby bathroom so that no one could see her teary eyed face. The whispers from other students around me quickly made me realize that I had just been branded a pervert by Heartbreak Hailey in front of a lot of kids. It was safe to say that by the end of the day my non existent reputation would skyrocket and I would be forever known as the pervert.

Fed up with the cautious stares and obvious whisperings from nearby students, I threw open the door to my classroom and retreated inside all the while mumbling, "Fuck me, right?"

I sat down in my chair and slammed my head into the desk, gaining the attention of Jason as well as half the class.

"Dude, something up?"

"My school life is ruined."

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"Hailey just called me a pervert in front of a ton of other people."

"You're right, your school life is pretty much over."

"So what's this rumor going around that Tucker's a pervert who violated Hailey?" Shawn, another close friend of mine who was absent yesterday, asked as he sat down in the seat in front of me. He was a little chubby and pretty gangly in my opinion, with glasses and combed blonde hair.

"How do you know about that already? It happened like two minutes ago." I asked lifting my head.

"It's all that anyone was talking about when I walked down the hallway."

"Fuck!"

"Hey man, it could be worse. That little event could've ruined your chances with her forever."

"Here we go again," Jason rolled his eyes.

"Don't give me that Jason!" Shawn snapped, "She's a lesbian! She has to be! She's not interested in a single guy and all she does is hang around with her girl friends."

"Dude you're only saying that because she rejected you like ten times last year."

"It's cause she's a lesbian! The sooner you both realize that the easier it'll be for you guys too get over her like I have."

"Oh really? You're over her? So if she came into the room right now and asked you out on a date, what would you say?" I asked.

"Hell yes!"

"Glad to see that your sticking to your word," I grumbled, resting my head back down as the bell to begin class rang. What a great way to start of the new school year. I know I'm probably jinxing myself by saying this, but I don't think this could get any worse.

"Mr. Kingly," someone shook my shoulder. "Mr. Kingly wake up." Again, my shoulder was shaken, slightly harder this time. "Tucker, please get up."

My eyes opened slowly, and I robotically lifted my head up only to see Melissa standing next to me, her hand still resting on my back warmly. She was wearing a white button up blouse and knee length navy blue skirt now, and I had to admit that she looked nice in it.

"Sorry Ms. Benson," my voice was hoarse, "Did I fall asleep in class?"

"Well," she stood up and looked around, "You can say that."

The classroom was completely empty, and after looking outside the window and seeing the sky a golden orange color I realized that it was well into the evening.

"What time is it?"

"Five o'clock."

"Five!" I stood up, "I slept through the whole day? And you didn't wake me up?"

"Your friends told me to just let you sleep because you were having a rough day."

"So you let me sleep the entire day? You should've woken me up after like the first twenty minutes or something. I'm late for work now and I missed both of today's electives too, which means that I cut class and am probably gonna get a detention because of it. This is not happening," I buried my face in my hands and sat down.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know," she warmly comforted me, rubbing my back. Her touch felt amazing against my back, instantly soothing me and allowing me to relax if only for a moment. "Do you mind if I ask you something Tucker?"

"Go ahead Ms. Benson."

"It's just me and you so you can call me Melissa," she smiled, "but I was wondering if you could tell me what happened between you and Hailey. I heard some…pretty strange rumors throughout the day."

"I accidentally bumped into her in the hallway and ended up looking up her skirt. That's it. I didn't grope her or touch her inappropriately or anything else you heard. All I did was look up her skirt for like two seconds."

"Well, that's a relief. I was worried that some of the rumors were actually true. Now that I know that it was an accident I'm glad, but what exactly were you doing when you bumped into her?"

"I uh, had my mind on something else."

"What was it? It must've been pretty important for you to run into someone."

"N-Nothing really, look I better get going. I need to explain to my boss why I'm late."

I got up and tried to leave but she grabbed onto my arm and looked at me worriedly, "Is everything ok? You can tell me Tucker, I am your teacher after all. I'm supposed to help you work out things like this."

"Um, thanks Melissa but I don't think that you can help me with a problem like this."

"C'mon, you can trust me. How bad can it be?"

I sighed, and quit resisting, "I was thinking about what happened Sunday night."

She released me immediately, "Oh…I see. Well, I guess I can't blame you for thinking about that. After all, you are a growing boy so it's natural for your mind to wander towards things like that."

"Right," I nodded awkwardly as tension began to build up. We were both diverting our eyes from one another, obviously embarrassed that this topic was brought up. The problem was that I didn't really have time to worry about this, I needed to leave as soon as I could. "I better get going, s-see ya Melissa."

I was just about to put my hand on the door when she said, "Wait!" Turning around, I watched as she sheepishly made her way towards the front of her class, stopping in front of me. "Y-You know I could help…sedate those feelings if you want."

"What?"

She gulped, looking at me with shaky eyes as her breathing started to grow louder. "I-I could, maybe, try and help you deal with your…needs."

She took off her glasses slowly, setting them down on a nearby desk while undoing the bun in her hair, letting it cascade down. Leaning her head forward, she slowly brought it closer to me until our foreheads were touching, her warm breath splashing against my face as her eyes closed. Her lips were offering themselves to me, and after seeing her like I couldn't resist, especially after she whispered, "If you want to."

I stole a quick kiss, then another, then another, finally I dropped my backpack and wrapped my arms around her, attacking her mouth with passionate kissing. Her hand ran through my hair violently while she pulled me closer with the other. She guided me forward until she bumped into her desk, releasing me and hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a bright pink bra. She sat up on the desk lifting her bra up to reveal her amazing tits and I bent down and sucked on one right away, squeezing the other one tightly. She moaned, running her hand through my hair again as played with her sensitive breasts.

She gently pushed me away soon after, hopping off the desk and unzipping her skirt as she wiggled out of it while I undid my belt and lowered my pants. She turned around and bent over her desk giving me a perfect view of her creamy ass and soaking wet pussy. Her thong was the only thing in the way now, and after pulling it down to her thighs I grabbed her hips with one hand while using the other to brush the tip of my dick against her pussy.

She moaned her approval, looking back at me while biting her lip, "Tucker you tease. Please just put it in already."

I smirked and did as she said, shoving my dick deep into her pussy as she squealed in delight, her hands clamped down onto the sides of her desk. My thrusts started off slow, easing my dick as far as it could go before removing it completely. After enough teasing I finally starting ramming her pussy hard and fast, shaking the desk with each thrust.

I gave her ass a good smack and arched her back, "Oh fuck yes! Slap my ass more Tucker!" I gave her what she wanted and was rewarded with moans of delight after each one.

Grabbing her hips, I started doing short and quick strokes and I could feel her pussy tightening already.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm gonna cum! Fuck yes I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, arching her back. I felt her juices ooze out of her pussy but that didn't stop me from continuing to pound my dick into her. She looked back at me helplessly, "Fuck! Are you gonna cum inside me Tucker? Gonna fill me with your hot cum?"

"Yep," I smiled and kept going as she put up little resistance, even bucking her hips to help increase my pleasure. Feeling the sensation slowly start to creep up on me, I tightened my grip on her hips and kept going, "Here it comes."

"Tucker!"

My eyes opened up and I shot to my feet only to bump my knees into the desk and fall backwards onto my chair, toppling myself to the ground and causing most of the heads to turn towards me.

Jason knelt down besides me with a puzzled look on his face, "You ok?"

"What," I rubbed my aching head, "Happened?"

"You passed out in class dude."

"What? So I was dreaming?"

"Yeah, a pretty crazy one too. You were fidgeting a lot and you started breathing heavily at the end there."

I groaned and closed my eyes, "What time is it?"

"Nine forty-two. You slept through all of first session man, we're already at break."

"Fuck." A spark of hope soon lit in the back of my mind, "Wait, what was the last thing we talked about before I passed out?"

"Uh, Hailey called you a pervert and ruined your school life."

"Fuck!"

"Here let me help you up," he offered a hand but I shook my head.

"I think I'll just stay down here until breaks over."

"Suit yourself."

I was dreaming the whole time…son of a bitch. And to make it worse, the part that I wished could've been a dream, was actually reality. So now I had a life ending rumor being spread around the school and sexual fantasies about my teacher while I slept. The only sanctuary I had now was work, and if things kept going at this rate, that wouldn't be a sanctuary for too long.

This year is already off to a terrible start.

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Turns out I was wrong…again. Work was no longer a sanctuary for me, and I knew that the instant I arrived and walked into the locker room to find Missy K tapping her foot in furious anticipation.

"Tucker James Kingly," her nostrils were flaring. Now, I knew that Missy K was mad whenever she used my full name, although there was one problem with her opening declaration.

"James? My middle name isn't James its Nolan."

"That doesn't matter! Did you take a customer home Sunday night?!"

My eyes widened immediately when I realized just how much shit I was now in, "Well, uh, I may-"

"It's a yes or no question Tucker."

"Yes," I mumbled.

"And was she intoxicated?"

"S-She was."

"And did you have sexual intercourse with them?"

"Y-Yeah."

The livid expression on her face could've scared the skin off of the toughest of criminals, and I backed up against the wall as if that would somehow save me from the five 'four hundred ten pound incarnation of anger that was less then two yards away. I could tell that the anger inside of her was getting close to climaxing, and when it finally did I was helpless to stop it.

"That has got to be the most irresponsible, self centered, moronic, and perverted thing you've ever done! Not only did you take home a complete stranger, but you also took advantage of her when she was drunk! I can't believe that you'd do something like that! And to think, I let Leo talk me into letting you work behind the bar. Ha! I should've known better then to let something like that happen. Never again Tucker, do you hear me! Never! Again!"

"Awe, come on Missy K! I like working behind the bar!" I argued.

"Don't even start Tucker! I've looked after you as if you were my own son for the last two years and then you do something as despicable as this? You have no idea how mad I am right now!"

"Ok, I made a mistake, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Sleeping with her, especially when she was drunk."

"And?"

"And what?" I raised my eyebrow. "What else is there to be sorry about?"

"How about the fact that you took a complete stranger home with you! She could've been a rapist, or some kind of murderer! You have no idea how irresponsible it was for you to take home this woman that you knew nothing about!"

"I'm not going to apologize for that."

"Excuse me?"

I could hear the shock in her voice, but she didn't understand the whole situation, "I'm not going to apologize for giving her a place to stay when she had none."

"Who cares if she didn't have a place to stay!"

"I do!" I shouted back unconsciously. "I had a legitimate reason for letting her stay at my place for one night and I'm not apologizing for that."

"Oh, please!" she threw her hands up in the air, "Tell me what on earth could possibly justify what you did?"

I took a deep breath, and in a calm and quiet tone, said, "She was being used by her boyfriend, and once all the money was gone, he kicked her out of the apartment they were living in. She had no money, no place to stay, no clothes, and no other options left. She was…abandoned."

Missy K dragged her hand down her face sighing loudly. I could tell that she was trying to stay mad but after I said that she knew that she had already lost. The pissed off look on her face finally disappeared as she walked up and gave me a hug, whispering "Just, don't do it again. Please. I still worry about you."

She knew how touchy the subject was now, which is why I didn't blame her for holding me closely for the next minute. I thought I might've heard a sniffle escape from her, but she quickly covered it up as she cleared her throat and headed for the door.

"You're waiting tables today," she ordered, opening the door and disappearing through the door.

It took me a minute to gather myself before I changed and headed out to work my shift. After a conversation like that it was hard to put on a smiling face and take orders from idiots who couldn't read a menu to save their lives, but I had grown used to it so I did just fine.

The rest of the week as well as the next, my bad luck had finally subsided allowing me to breathe easily as I walked back from the cafeteria on a perfectly normal Wednesday afternoon. Jason and Shawn were by my side as we bullshitted all the way back to the classroom, the main topic of discussion was how the rumors of me being a pervert had finally subsided.

"It's been two weeks and it was an accident to begin with," I began, "It shouldn't have blown up like it did."

"This is Heartbreak Hailey we're talking about," Shawn said. "If the girl get's a new haircut it's the topic of conversation for the next month. All the attention she gets is completely ridiculous anyways."

"And yet, she's all you ever want to talk about," Jason rolled his eyes. "Admit it already man, you still want her."

"I'm not going to admit it because it's not true!"

"Denial. Tell him Tucker."

I shrugged, not really focusing on Shawn's strange obsession, "I'm just glad that my fifteen minutes of bad publicity are over."

"Not into living the popular kids' life?"

"A life where every time I trip it makes headline news at school? Pass."

"Ah c'mon don't cha-"

His sentence was cut off as a kid barreled in between Jason and I, grazing against both of our shoulders as he sped off down the hall in the opposite direction, yelling back "Sorry!"

"Couldn't just walk around?" I shouted, walking backwards and throwing up my hands in confusion as he disappeared around the corner.

"I guess he was in a hurry," Shawn said.

"Yeah guess so."

It wasn't that big of a deal so I turned back around as a nearby door opened and I found myself in an almost identical situation. Without warning, I collided with someone and toppled to the ground on top of them, my head ramming into theirs and leaving me slightly dazed. After a quick shake of my head, I pushed myself up only to hear a soft moan escape someone's lips. My eyes shot open to discover that my hand was pressed up against a girl's boob. Not just any girl's boob either. It was Heartbreak Hailey's alluring boob, and I was now violating it in front of almost a dozen people.

She let out a shriek and shoved me off immediately.

"I'm sorry," I stammered, "It was an accident, I didn't see you there I swear! Please don't-"

"You!" she interrupted me as her friends lifted her to her feet. "You pulled the same stunt on the second day of school!"

"No! Well, yes that was me, but that was an accident too I swear!"

"Shut up! I can't believe I actually believed you last time, but now I know better. Tucker Kingly, you are a pervert and I hope you die!"

Déjà vu occurred as she stormed off down the hall with her friends following close behind all the while I sat there stunned and confused on the ground.

"Did she just tell me…to go die?" I asked.

"Yep."

"That's a little excessive, don't ya think?"

"Probably, but look on the bright side." I looked towards Jason with a puzzled look on my face, "You got to cop a feel on Heartbreak Hailey's legendary tits."

"Not to mention the fact that she actually knows your name," Shawn added. "Which, is actually pretty impressive considering that she still doesn't know mine after rejecting me…ten times."

"Jealous?" I asked jokingly.

"She's a lesbian!"

"Yeah…you're totally jealous."

Jason laughed and helped me up as we returned to class. Of course the whispers and suspicious glances plagued me the rest of the way, but I tried my best to ignore them. Things calmed down once I was safely in my seat in the back of the classroom, and soon I was able to peacefully continue the day without a hitch.

It did astound me how bad the situation at school was getting however, and this rumor was only going to make it explode in a giant ball of perverted fire. With my mind more occupied on my social status, I successfully managed to not pay attention to anything Melissa was saying until the bell to let the school out rang.

"Mr. Kingly, I'd like to speak to you after class," she announced as the entire class did a quick double take my direction. I stopped mid stand, looked around cautiously before ultimately sitting back down. The rest of the class was slow to file out of the room but eventually it emptied out, leaving me alone in the classroom with Melissa, a familiar start to the dozens of fantasies I had with her.

I got up and started walking towards the front of the class, my palms sweaty with anticipation as my nerves melted into a heap of hormones. No doubt about it, if this went anything like my fantasies then I was going to leave this room a very happy person.

"So what's up Melissa?" I asked after reaching her desk.

"Ms. Benson," she corrected, her fingers clacking away at her keyboard. "Not Melissa."

Shut down! Trying to keep my dignity intact, I cleared my throat and rephrased myself, "Sorry Ms. Benson, did you need something?"

Her hands froze in an instant, hovering over the keys but refusing to press down on them anymore as she slowly rose to her feet. The atmosphere took a complete hundred and eighty degree turn from being the hot beginning to one of my fantasies, to a strangely serious tension that made me worry.

"Is everything ok?"

"Mr. Kingly…I don't how to say this but I'm," she winced. "I'm…late."

"Late? Late for what?"

"Y'know, my time of the month," she had her eyes glued to the floor.

My backpack slowly slid off my shoulder as reality started to sink in, "So you think that you're…"

"Yeah."

"And you think that I'm the…"

"Yep."

"C-C'mon Ms. Benson stop messing around," I laughed awkwardly.

"This isn't a joke Tucker," she exploded in a fit of rage.

"B-But I didn't even cum inside of you Ms. Benson. How is that possible? Are you sure it isn't your ex boyfriend's?" I was trying to keep my cool now, running through all the options I've heard of from movies and bad reality TV shows with this kinda crap in it, but all that went out the window when Melissa collapsed on the ground bawling her eyes out.

"We always used condoms!" she whined, "I can't believe this is happening to me. I'm going to have my student's baby! How can this get any worse?"

I walked over to her side and knelt down, rubbing her back gently. "Just calm down Ms. Benson. Try not to overreact. Have you been to a clinic yet?"

"N-No," she wiped away a tear, "I missed my period so I took a pregnancy test yesterday and it showed positive."

"If it's all the same to you Ms. Benson, I want you to go to a clinic and make sure that its for real," I stood up, "I don't have work on Friday, so we can go then. There's one downtown about ten to fifteen minutes by bus. We'll go right after school if that's cool?" She weakly nodded, grabbing my hand so I could help her up. "Until then try and calm down ok?"

"I'll try."

With a defeated look on her face, I could only imagine how she felt right now. Although I was probably pushing my luck, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. It was one of those moments where when you look at someone you think to yourself, they need a hug, and Melissa definitely needed that hug. She welcomed my hug, burying her face into my shoulder as the tears slowly started to die out.

Once the water works were done I gave her a pat on the back and grabbed my backpack, heading for the door. I stopped at the door and turned to look at her, "Friday Ms. Benson. I'll talk to you then."

My insides where about as stable as a bear on a unicycle during that hole mess, and as I walked out of the classroom and headed for work, I was counting my blessings that I didn't flip out. This is big news after all, on Friday I might learn that I'm a father. A dad! Holy shit my life could spiral out of control even more then it already has if it's true. I'm still clinging to the fact that the test was faulty, but whatever happens Friday, I'll live with it.

Turns out then when you're future is at stake, time flies by like it's running from the cops and before I knew it, we were both sitting on the bus heading towards the clinic.

"Why are you so calm?" she whispered, nudging my side. "This is serious business and you look like you might fall asleep on the bus ride there? Are you happy about this or-"

"What good will it do to have two people freaking out?" I interrupted, opening my eyes and looking at her. "Figured I'd let you do all the worrying while I kept a level head."

"But this is serious."

"I know it's serious but I'd rather deal with it after the test results Ms. Benson. Look, lean on my shoulder, close your eyes and take deep breaths. We'll be there in a little while ok?"

She pouted but reluctantly did what I said, leaning up against my shoulder and closing her eyes as I caught the sweet smell if peaches oozing out of her hair. It calmed her down, if only just for show as we drew nearer to the clinic. I did find it funny how she was acting like a kid about all this, pouting and fidgeting in public as if trying to draw attention. If I had to be honest, I had things for girls who had cute little moments like this, and it only made the moment sweeter for me because Melissa was older.

My happiness was short lived however when we got to our stop and headed towards the clinic. We walked through the automatic doors and headed for the front desk where an overweight woman with puffy blonde hair was waiting to greet us.

She popped her bubblegum obnoxiously, "What can I do for you two?"

"I-I-I-" Melissa stammered.

"She wants to get tested for pregnancy," I put on a fake smile, interrupting her.

"Name and age please."

"Melissa Benson, age twenty eight."

"And will the talkative young man being joining her in the exam room?"

"Yep."

"And your association with Ms. Benson is?"

"I'm her nephew," I lied seamlessly, "Tucker Benson, age sixteen."

"Well do you mind answering why you're here then Mr. Benson?" She eyed me suspiciously, "I think she's old enough to get tested on her own, don't you?"

"She asked me to tag along and I had nothing better to do. That a problem?"

She shrugged, writing Melissa's name down on a sheet of paper, "Take a seat and we'll call you soon."

I grabbed onto the now stunned Melissa and took her to one of the seats, casually grabbing a magazine about healthy food. After a couple pages in, she finally snapped out of whatever trance she fell in and looked over at me.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That whole thing back there! You lied to the receptionist."

"And? Did you want me to tell her that you had drunken sex with a minor and might be pregnant because of it? It's easier for everyone this way Melissa."

"But…but you did it so easily."

"So? I can think on my feet, something wrong with that?"

She let out a loud sigh before burying her hand in her hands, "Look at me? Am I really getting mad at you for trying to protect my image? You must hate me by now after all the bitching I've been doing."

"It takes a lot more then bitching to get on my nerves Ms. Benson, you're fine."

"Melissa," she sighed, "Just call me Melissa when we're outside of school. Plus, you're supposed to be my nephew here so it'll be weird if you call me by my last name."

"Melissa, we're ready for you," the overweight receptionist announced. We got up and headed into the backroom where the doctor took a urine sample, and after strong urging from Melissa, the doctor proceeded to take a blood sample as well just to be sure. Now all that was left to do was play the waiting game, and if it was a competition between Melissa and I to see who was more patient, then I would've won by a landslide. I had to put my hand on her shoulder just to stop her from fidgeting, and even then she still couldn't stop looking around the room nervously. When the doctor finally came back into the room, it was time for the moment of truth.

"Well doctor?" Melissa asked frantically. "What did the tests say?"

"They both came back negative Ms. Benson. You're not pregnant."

As a wave of relief washed over me, a wave of confusion flooded into Melissa as she fired question after question at the doctor, "But how? I missed my period. The pregnancy tests came back positive. I've been eating a lot more and I've noticed that I've been a lot moodier lately."

If I didn't know better I would think that maybe she actually wanted to be pregnant.

"It's not uncommon for some woman to have an irregular period, and as for the test it does usually state on the box that the outcome of it may not always be accurate. Now about you're eating habits it could be any number of things, but if anything I'd guess that you're feeling a bit of emotional stress over something and this is your body's way of coping with it."

"And the mood swings?"

"Probably PMS to be honest," the doctor chuckled. "Wait another two weeks, and if you still haven't had your period come back and see me ok?"

She nodded and just like, I dodged another bullet. We gathered our things and hopped back on the bus, Melissa now infinitely calmer then before which allowed me to enjoy a peaceful trip back to our stop. The sun was barely setting over the horizon by the time we hopped off the bus, an awkward moment ensuing as we avoided eye contact in hopes of finding something to talk about.

"How bout a walk?" I offered, nodding my head in the other direction, "There's a park near here that ain't half bad at this time of day."

"Excuse me?"

"I just figured you'd wanna take a walk and clear your mind. Maybe talk about what happened? You've been through a lot over the last three weeks and I know that you probably haven't had someone to talk about this whole mess with so I thought I'd give you a chance too y'know? It's up to you though, I'm headed that way regardless."

"Sure," she smiled goofily, "That doesn't sound like that bad of an offer."

The park was pretty big, with only a single playground structure near the center while the rest of it was covered in trees that had windy cement pathways running through it. We walked around the outskirts of the park, my hands thrown behind my head and hers sitting comfortably in her pocket.

"Tucker, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"What would you have done if I was pregnant?"

"Depends, were you going to keep it?" she nodded. "Well, I guess the first thing I'd do would be to ask you to move in with me, it's probably a lot better then the motel you're staying at anyway. After that I'd try and find out how much it would cost to raise a kid and pick up another job if I had to. Start prepping for the baby any way I could."

"You'd help raise it?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? It's my kid after all which means that he's equal part my responsibility."

"But you're only sixteen. Wouldn't that ruin the rest of your life?"

"It might or it might not. But…I wouldn't abandon the kid, or you for that matter."

"Sometimes I think you're more of an adult then I am Tucker," she put her arm on my shoulder and I stopped to look at her. "You've been unbelievable calm through all of this and I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't stepped in and took charge."

"You might've lived the next nine months of you're life thinking that you had a baby."

She laughed before slowly pulling me in for a hug, moaning softly as she pressed my body to hers, "Thanks for being there when I needed someone to slap some sense into me."

"Don't mention it Melissa."

It was one of those picture perfect moments that you see at the end of a bad romance movie, the sun setting, the two lovers finally resolving there problems, and then the camera slowly fades to black. However, the moment took a quick u-turn when Melissa began sucking on my neck softly.

"W-What are you doing," I mumbled, not bothering to put up a fight as she continued to explore my neck with those succulent lips. A soft moan escaped my lips, and it only seemed to drive her to continue as her sucking and kiss grew more intense. My hands instinctively moving down to her ass, the dress pants that she wore today making it incredibly easy for my hands to slip into them and squeeze on her bare cheeks.

"Naughty," she cooed, moving away from my neck to look at me. "Very naughty."

"You started it," I smiled and stole a kiss.

"God this is so wrong." Her lips were quivering less then an inch from mine now, teasing me with there juicy taste as she waged a war of emotions. "Last time was an accident. I didn't know you were my student and I didn't expect things to turn out the way they did either, but…"

"But?"

"But all this talk about taking care of me," she purred. "It's turning me on, and I think you deserve a little reward for being such a good boy through all of this. Let's do it right now Tucker."

"Right here?" she nodded. "But what if someone sees us?"

"Then it'll make everything hotter."

The conflicted look in her eyes switched to one of lust, and soon she was pushing me into a nearby tree as we kissed and started undressing one another. We were stark naked in a couple seconds, rolling around on the grass wrapped in each other's arms until I finally stopped on top of her.

"Wait, wait," I sat up, "We just got over that little pregnancy crap do you really want to risk it again?"

"Y-You're right," she reached out and grabbed onto her purse, dragging it over to her side as she fished out a condom seconds later. She winked slyly, "Thought it might come in handy if I get into a situation like this again. Bring that cock over here Tucker."

Grabbing my hips, she helped me position my dick right in front of her face. With one good lick, she drank up all the pre-cum that hadn't already dripped onto her chest. Putting the condom wrapper in her mouth, she ripped it off in one try, sticking the condom in her mouth and putting it on my dick that way. It was definitely hot, watching Melissa's head bop forward and back over and over again as she finally got the condom all the way on.

"Nice trick huh?" she licked her lips. "Now fuck the shit outta me Tucker. I've been a bad girl and you know it."

"Yes ma'am," I slid back towards the pussy, spreading her legs straight out as the tip of my dick brushed against her clit. Her body jumped a bit as she shuddered softly, the sight of her squirming only driving my urge to tease her even longer.

"God stop it Tucker!" she whimpered, lifting her head up to look at me. "I can't take much more of this just fuck me already! I'm gonna explode if you keep teasing me like that!"

I smirked, and after finally getting the reaction I wanted, I angled my dick right in front of her pussy. It slid right in with the help of her soaking wet pussy, and she moaned immediately as I started pounding my dick into her as hard as I could. My thighs were slapping against her own as moans started flooding out of her mouth desperately. Her right hand dug itself into my back as her left hand clung to the grass, slowly ripping out a small section at a time with every other thrust.

The longer it went on the louder her moans got, and soon I was forced to bend down and kiss her to stop her. She desperately brought her hands to my head and held me there as we sloppily kissed one another.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum soon," her back arched slightly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I-I wanna cum at the same time Tucker. God it's slutty but I wanna cum with you! How close are you?"

"Just a little longer," I panted. "You think you can hold it in?"

She giggled hazily between breathes, "Yeah, I think I can."

I started thrusting faster and harder after that, trying anything I could do to expedite the process as per request. Her face contorted in pain as she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me to her chest.

"I'm about to cum Melissa!" I barely piped out.

"Yes!" she let go of me and moved her hand down to her clit immediately. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head and her hips moved like a bucking bronco, furiously pumping up and down as she let out a loud, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Her body froze for a moment before going completely limp. I pulled my dick out and removed the cum covered condom, getting ready to chuck it into a nearby bush when she grabbed onto my wrist. Tenderly grabbing the condom out of my hand, she moved it over her mouth and I watched as she squeezed all of the cum out and into her mouth. With a satisfied sigh, she licked her lips and flung the condom into a nearby bush causing me to laugh.

"Weird, but surprisingly hot," I said with a quick chuckle.

"I like the taste of cum, sue me," she smiled, sitting up and scooting over to lean on me. "Fuck that was good. But it's the last time," she looked at me hazily. "No more sex with the naughty teacher ok?"

"You sure you can resist?"

"I'll manage, but right now we better get out of here. I might've screamed to loud at the end there."

"Just a bit."

I helped her to her feet as we both got dressed. There wasn't any special farewell that followed after that, she grabbed her purse and walked one way as I headed the other. It wasn't the ideal situation but what did I expect? I almost got my teacher pregnant and somehow it ended up with us fucking on the grass of the local park, I should be counting my blessings more then anything.

Blessings aside I headed back home and was able to keep myself busy enough until I passed out peacefully. Saturday brought a normal workday and nothing of note, however Sunday did bring something odd. It was around two and I was just heading to work, a good night's sleep under my belt as well as hearty lunch to top things off, when I crossed in front of a strange machine that I'd never seen before.

It was a big box about the size of a phone booth with the top half made of glass and gold painted decorations. Inside of it was the upper torso of a man, dressed in gold with a silver vest and an expensive turban on his head to go along with a creepy handlebar mustache and V-shaped beard.

"What the hell is this thing?" I examined it more closely.

"Name's Zoltar," an old man explained, walking out of the pizza parlor to my right. "He's supposed to read your future. Just picked him up this morning."

"Read…my future? This machine?"

"Only costs a dollar, why don't you give it a shot."

Now I'm not a superstitious person, but this thing caught my attention so I figured why the hell not. Pulling my wallet out of my pocket, I inserted my dollar and the machine burst to life. The robotic man's movement was stiff and rigid as he brought his hand underneath his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.

"The great Zoltar see's many things! However, three words come to mind when I see YOU!" he pointed forward, no where near where I was stand and I shot a skeptical look at the old man who shrugged while trying to keep a straight face. "Regret! Rejoice! Reunion! May these words guide you to happiness!"

Zoltar shut down immediately as a small slip of paper slid out of the slot just below him. I snatched it up and read it aloud, "Regret, rejoice, reunion."

"Wonder what it could mean?"

"It means I want my money back. That didn't tell me anything."

"No refunds," he retreated back inside his shop and I shook my head spitefully.

"Asshole." I pocketed the fortune and checked my phone to discover that because of this, I was on the verge of being late for work, so I immediately booked it down the street. Although I was pushing it, I still managed to arrive in the locker room just in time. Bursting open the door as I stumbled in and dropped my bag to catch my breath.

"Jeez TK, you in a hurry?" Mouse asked, leaning next to me with a puzzled look on his face. His real name was Allen Bates, but after he managed to sneak into the kitchen, burn a block of cheese so bad that it started a fire, then proceed to squeal like a girl while Rocky and I put the fire out, it was unanimous that we call him Mouse.

He was a thin, round my height, with short black hair and pierced ears. But the most important thing about him was the in general he looked like a kind of untrustworthy guy to be honest. I mean, I knew he was harmless but I felt like he was the kind of guy that would borrow money and never pay you back, which was not something a twenty-one year old guy should ever look like. EVER!

"What do you want Mouse?"

"What? I can't say hi to you? I thought we were friends TK?"

"If you use the term loosely." I stood straight up, "Let's hear it already."

"Alright ya got me." No surprise there. "I was wondering if you could hook me up with Melody."

"Melody? Are you serious?" He nodded, "You want me to try and hook you up with Melody?"

"Yeah, why not? C'mon you can't sit there and tell me that we wouldn't make a good couple."

"I can actually, and I'll give you five different reasons why."

"Just try for me bro, she listens to whatever you say!" he walked over to the door and propped it open. "Melody! TK wants to talk to you real quick!"

This guy is probably the stupidest person I have the displeasure of knowing, then again, I did just give a machine a dollar to read my fortune so I was up there in the stupidity rankings at the moment.

Moments later we heard a light humming sound from outside the doorway signaling that Melody was on her way. The door swung open to reveal a pale white girl with a bright smile on her face. She was half Japanese and it really showed in her silky black hair and smooth face, but she wasn't exactly a winner in the chest department, not only that but she was barely five 'four so she was pretty short.

"What's up TK?" she asked in a high pitched.

"Yeah TK," Mouse nudged me. "Tell her what's up."

"For the love of God," I mumbled, trying to change in the process of all this. Normally I wouldn't do something like this in front of a girl, but Melody was an exception for one reason. "Mouse here thinks he can score with you Melody. Thoughts?"

"No way in hell," she said it so nonchalantly that I fought to quell the laughter.

"What? Why not?"

"Maybe if you would've let me explain to you why, you wouldn't be in this situation. For starters, you don't actually know Melody's real name. You don't know why we call her Melody. You don't know anything about her other then the fact that she's hot. You also don't know that she only dates people with some kind dye in their hair-"

"Kind of a fetish of mine really," she added with a shrug.

"-and you definitely don't know that she's a FUCKING LESBIAN."

"Wha-What? Melody you're a…"

"Carpet muncher? Yep. Which reminds me, how did the test go? Are we going to get a baby TK? If it's a girl I totally call babysitting her!"

"Negative."

"Pooh! Oh well, anything else you need?"

"Nope," and with that she turned on a dime and walked back out the door leaving me to change into my uniform and Mouse with a dumbfounded expression on his face. I shut his jaw to stop the drool that was slowly starting ooze out of his mouth and headed for the door. "Next time Mouse, let me explain why you don't have a chance before you go making a fool of yourself."

By the time I entered the kitchen Rocky was already hard at work juggling a couple different orders, and he was more then happy to let me lighten the load. Once things had calmed down I explained why I was late and he got a kick out of it, especially when Mouse found out that Melody was a lesbian.

"I don't know TK, I think that machine might've been onto something with that prediction."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, you went through regret when your teacher told you that she might be pregnant. Then you rejoiced when you found out she wasn't. All that's left is reunion then, right? Got anyone that you're hoping to see again?"

"The only people that I want a reunion with are dead, so…no."

"Well, just don't be surprised if someone from your past pops back up."

"It's a bunch of mumbo jumbo Rocky. It's not actually gonna-"

The kitchen doors flew open with a loud crash as the shelves that held pots and spices began to shake. Mouse was standing in the doorway with the same jaw dropped expression I left him with in the locker room.

"Get out of the kitchen Mouse," Rocky ordered, returning his attention to a sizzling pan in front of him. "You know the rules."

"Oh c'mon! Look, I'm sorry I burnt a giant hole on the wall, can't you guys forgive me."

Rocky and I exchanged glances, then we both looked over at the scorched wall and silently nodded to one another.

"No," we said in unison.

"But this is about TK! There's a total babe out in the lobby asking for you man."

"Is her name Melissa?" I asked.

"Huh? No her name is uh…Lindsey? No, Lacy! No wait, Lilly? Wait I got it! It was-"

My body froze in place as the spatula in my hand slipped threw my fingers and crashed into the ground, "Lexi."

"Yeah! That was it! Her name was Lexi! And dude, she is fucking hot! Like on a scale of one to ten she's an eleven easy bro. Let me describe her for ya-

"Six foot," the words were escaping my lips now in an almost entranced state. "Roughly a hundred and forty pounds and twenty-two years old."

"Uh, yeah."

"Tanned skin, calming green eyes, and chin length black hair with a single blonde streak running through her bangs."

"Dude that's spot on!"

"Tight blue capri's with a hole over her right knee and left thigh, low cut white V-neck that that exposes her belly button, and a blood red jacket resting on her folded arms."

"Can you see her from here or something?" he bobbed and weaved his head to look through the hole we put our finished dishes on in a vain attempt to see her.

"Get out of the kitchen Mouse."

"What?"

"Get the fuck outta the kitchen Mouse!" I roared suddenly. Much like his name implied, he squeaked like a sissy before stumbling backwards out of the kitchen leaving me with clenched fist and a lot of excess anger. Rocky put his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down but right now I just wanted to hit something. "Can you give me a minute Rocky?"

"Gotcha covered TK, take all the time you need."

I walked over to the back corner of the kitchen, leaning my back up against the wall and slowly sliding down until I was on the ground. This vulnerable feeling that was creeping up on me was all her fault, and it had taken so long for me to forgot about her that even the simple mentioning of her name reduced me to this. A hardheaded kid that was hiding away from his problems like a little bitch. Burying my face in my hands, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as the memories came flooding back into me like a swarm of aggravated bees.

--Six years ago--

"Mom I'm ten, I don't need a babysitter."

"When you're in junior high we'll let you stay home alone but until then you need a babysitter," she smiled warmly at me before kissing me on the cheek and grabbing her jacket.

"I'm not a baby," I mumbled but she heard regardless.

"I know, but your father and I worry about you. Look it's only for two months, three tops ok? Can you be a trooper till then?"

"Fine, but who's going to watch me? It's not Mrs. Olson is it?"

"No it's-" the doorbell rang and my mom clapped her hands. "Well that was perfect timing now wasn't it?" She walked over to the door while I followed close behind. "Hello Lexi!"

"Hi Mrs. Kingly!" I heard her respond, trying to sneakily steal a glimpse of her before she stepped inside but my mom proved to be an effective door instead of a mirror, thus forcing me to wait in anticipation as Lexi finally made her appearance. Tall, tan, and so hot that I thought she was model. Everything from her black hair to her ripped capri's caught my eye as I scanned her body as thoroughly as an x-ray machine. "And you must be Tucker. I'm Lexi, I live across the street. I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting each other."

"H-hi, I'm…Tucker."

"Well I know that silly," she ruffled my hair softly. "Looks like we'll be getting to know each other a lot over the next two months."

Everything about her had brought me into a state of shellshock, and my Mom had to come to the rescue with a playful chuckle, "He's kind of shy."

"It's perfectly fine Mrs. Kingly."

"We ready to go honey?" my dad asked, walking downstairs while putting on his favorite watch. "Hey Lexi, thanks again for taking care of Tucker tonight."

"Its fine," she waved. "You two go take care of business and I'll make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble." Everyone chuckled lightly, leaving me to wonder what kind of joke I missed.

"Well we'll get out of here then," Mom announced, opening the door and filing out as my Dad patted me on the back.

Once they were gone, Lexi unzipped her blood red jacket and exposed a tight white V-neck shirt that left me speechless…again! She walked over to the couch and sat down with a loud sigh, stretching her arms up and giving me a prime view of her boobs. With a tantalizing grin she looked at me, "Are you staring at my boobs Tucker?"

Caught like a mouse in a trap, my eyes shut and I immediately shook my head to deny the obvious truth. She chuckled teasingly and I heard her footsteps draw closer to me before stopping. My eyes slowly opened to see her face only inches away from my own, a smile fit for a cat that ate the canary on her face. She slowly raised her hand up to my forehead, and flicked it.

"Owe!" I rubbed my forehead.

"That's what you get for being perverted," she cheekily said turning around to head for the kitchen. "C'mon, I'll make you a snack and we'll TV before you have to go to bed."

With a PBJ sandwich in hand, we mindlessly watched cartoons until it was time for me to go bed. The only problem was that I couldn't stop stealing side glances towards her with every chance I got, and it felt like every time I did, she would always catch me and flick my forehead.

It was the same thing for the next two weeks, she would make me something to eat, we would watch TV, then I'd go to bed. Nothing really changed until the night I heard a loud scream from downstairs. Shocked and slightly afraid, I crept out of my room and quiet literally crawled towards the staircase, my heart beating out of my chest as I peeked between the banisters to the living room.

What I saw next was the first step towards a life changing event. Lexi, completely naked, bent over my couch with some guy I had never seen before ramming his dick into her over and over again. She was moaning louder and louder and for a moment I thought she was being raped until I heard her say, "Right there! Fuck yes it feels soooooooo good! I'm gonna cum soon!"

It was one of those moments where you know you should look away, but you stare at it like an entranced child who is watching TV for the first time. He started cumming a couple seconds later quickly followed by Lexi as she collapsed onto the ground.

"Fuck that was nice, but you better get out of here before that stupid brat's parents come home."

"Alright. See ya tomorrow babe," he bent down and kissed her, pulling up his pants and quietly exiting the house.

Lexi got up and fetched her clothes, putting them all back on before hopping onto the couch and humming softly. But it wasn't until she closed her eyes and smiled that I realized two things, that she thought of me as a brat, and that her smile was quiet possibly the greatest thing I'd ever seen.

This put me in a less then ideal situation, especially because at this young of an age I was very impressionable. I wanted to be mad at her, but the thought of her smiling face kept stopping me in my tracks. It got to the point where I had to make a tough choice, either tell my parents what she was doing and get her fired, or keep my mouth shut, head down, and try not to bother her.

The latter option won out.

Worst part was, I was rewarded for it. The less attention I drew, the more she smiled, which only drove me to keep up the charade longer for a chance to see her glowing face. I even found myself staying up late so I could sneak to the banister and watch her have sex with the same guy over and over again. All the different positions and things they did just seemed to peak my interest even more, and make me incredibly horny in the process.

But all that came crashing down when she frowned the moment my parents shut the door. I looked at her questionably but she didn't seem to be in the mood to even acknowledge my presence, walking over to the couch and curling up into a ball as she flicked the TV on.

"Is something wrong?" I cautiously asked.

"Everything's fine Tucker," she mumbled, proceeding to stay like that until it was time for me to go to bed, leaving me with more questions then Jeopardy and a feeling of defeat in my stomach.

I did everything I could to make her happy, but it was all for not today, and the worst part was that I somehow felt at fault for it. Later that night when I left for the cover of the banister to watch the usual late night rendezvous, I was shocked to see that there was none. Lexi hadn't moved an inch since I went to bed, and now I was starting to realize why, and more importantly what I needed to do in order to bring a smile back to her face.

With a breath of preparation, I walked down back down the stairs only to be greeted by a surprised expression.

"Tucker what the heck are you still doing up?" I didn't say anything as I walked over to where she sat, determination riddling my face. Climbing onto the couch, I slowly started crawling towards her while she slowly leaned further away from me until she risked falling over the side of the couch. "Tucker?"

With every ounce of courage that my little ten year old self had, I leaned forward and kissed her. Her eyes widened immediately and she shoved me so hard that I fell off the couch and onto the floor.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" she roared, standing over me with clenched fists.

I rolled over to face her, rubbing my achy head and trying to avoid eye contact, "Y-You looked sad, and I thought it was because your boyfriend wasn't coming tonight."

She grabbed me by the shirt and lifted me up by it, "What are you talking about?"

"T-The guy that usually comes over when I'm asleep. He's your boyfriend isn't he?"

"Have you been spying on us?" My eyes were shut tighter then a mime's lips as I nodded. "How long have you known about him?" I was too nervous even speak now, but she wasn't going to stand for that, shaking me profusely, "Answer me right now Tucker!"

"A month!" I squeaked out.

"You've known about him for a month and you didn't say anything to your parents?" her tone calmed down immensely as I shook my head. "Why?"

"Because…you looked happy," I opened one eye just wide enough to see her shocked expression. "And I like your smile."

"So, you knew that I was having sex with my boyfriend almost everyday when you went to bed, and since you said you were spying on me you probably heard all the mean things I said about you, but you still refused to tell your parents all because you liked…my smile?" She let go of my shirt and took a step back as I sheepishly nodded. "And is that why you don't say anything to me anymore? Because you think that makes me upset?"

"Yeah."

"God," she shook her head and sat down on the couch, "You're so naive."

Taking that as her official rejection statement, I turned to leave only to bump into her now outstretched legs.

"Where do you think you're going?" Wrapping her legs around me, she reeled me in like a fish until I was falling on top of her. Now only inches away from her face she smirked, "Well now that I know you're a chump and a pervert, why don't you try making me smile?"

She led the charge with a quick peck, pulling back just far enough so that I had to lean forward to get another, teasing me like that until I was forced to climb onto the couch if I wanted to keep tasting her juicy lips. Her tongue penetrated my mouth soon after as I got my first taste of French kissing, and damn was it addictive, feeling her tongue claim my mouth aggressively as I struggled to keep up. She grabbed my shoulders and forced me to stop by shoving me away.

"Not bad for your first time," she shot me a smug look, licking her lips before lifting up her white striped shirt to reveal round and perky boobs. "Let's see what else you've learned."

Although a bit nervous, I decided to just go for it, grabbing up both boobs and squeezing. She moaned with a smile, biting her bottom lip in a mix of pain and pleasure as I continued to play with them, bringing my mouth up to her nipple and flicking it softly with my tongue.

"Oh fuck!" she ran her hand through her hair. "You teasing little pervert. Playing with my nipples like that."

"Should I not do that?" I asked.

With a quick flick of my forehead she chuckled, "You've got a lot to learn Tucker. Yes. Do it again."

I was still a little confused but I wasn't going to argue, continuing to play with her boobs while enjoying the constant moans that were escaping from her. Seeing her in this state of bliss only seemed to fuel my efforts, and I started to get a little more forceful to the point were I even began sucking on her nipples.

Again, she pushed me away, this time her smug smile was gone, now replaced by a hazier looking one. "Now that I know you can use that tongue of yours pretty well, how bout we take it a step further."

"What do you mean?"

"Get on your knees and I'll show you."

As she instructed I got off the couch and got on my knees while she unzipped her pants and flung them off revealing that not only was she not wearing any panty's but her cleanly shaven, soaking wet pussy as well. The sweet scent of her sex hit me like a ton of bricks, and my body shivered in silent anticipation.

She rubbed her hand tenderly over her pussy, "You know what to do, don't cha? You were a naughty little pervert and spied on me after all."

I gulped, leaning forward to where my breath splashed onto her pussy causing her to twitch softly. In a fit of lust, she grabbed onto the back of my head and shoved me into her pussy, covering my face with her juices as I stuck my tongue out and obediently probed her pussy with it. The quicker I licked the louder her moans were, and the harder she pressed onto my head, forcing her sent into my nostrils as I struggled to breathe.

"Look at me Tucker," she ordered, "I want to see your perverted eyes looking at me while you eat me out." My eyes met with hers and she immediately grabbed onto her boob with her free hand and arched her back. "God this feels so fucking good!"

Every time our eyes met she'd immediately go into a fit, pinching or grabbing her boobs and looking away only to meet my gaze seconds later. It became the routine for the next couple of minutes before her hand moved down to her clit and began rubbing it.

"Fuck," she pushed my head away, "Stop. Stop. Stop. I'm gonna cum soon."

"S-so why am I stopping then?" I asked, wiping off the excess juice from my lips. "Do you not wanna cum?"

"Of course I want to cum, but I want to do it at the same time as you. Take off your shorts and get ready. You're not gonna last ten seconds so you better make it count you little pervert." I did as she instructed, taking off my shorts to reveal my stiff dick and she smiled at the sight of it. Her breathing became dangerously heavy and her hips started to buck. Even her moans started to get more frantic and high pitched as she slid her pussy closer to the edge of the couch, "O-Ok, now! Now! Oooooh fuuuuck! I want you to cum inside me Tucker!"

I guided my dick into her soaking wet pussy as it slid right in, her hands grabbing onto the side of the couch as she thrust her hips forward rapidly. Like she predicted, I didn't last more then a couple thrusts before I started cumming, shooting my load deep into her pussy as it clamped down onto my dick.

"Fuck! Oh fuck yes!" she shouted, throwing her head back. Her shoulders relaxed moments later and she took a deep breath while I pulled out and fell backwards onto the ground, slightly winded from all of it. She swung her feet onto the couch and just laid there, smiling softly while looking over in my direction, "Is this the smile you liked so much?"

I nodded.

With a single finger, she beckoned me over to her side like an owner calls their pet. Once again I obeyed and found myself sitting beside her on the ground, and with no warning whatsoever, she flicked my forehead then leaned in for a kiss.

"Go back to sleep before your parents get home," she nodded towards the stairs. "And who knows, maybe if you're a good little pervert we can do this again tomorrow."

Not only did we do that the next day, but for the next month we had sex every time she came over to watch me. She let me explore her body while she took advantage of mine, and after awhile I grew accustomed to seeing her smiling face while we laid naked on the couch with each other. But one day things felt different after my parents left. She turned to look at me with the same smile on her face and held out her arms as if to showcase something.

"You remember this look?" she asked, unzipping her red jacket to reveal a white V-neck.

"Yeah, that's what you wore the day we met right?"

"Yep! Do you like the hair too?" she held out the strand that she dyed blonde and I nodded. "Good!"

"Um, is something wrong?"

"Nope, just testing you're memory. Now come on horn-dog, let's have some fun tonight."

I should've realized at that moment that something was wrong. Red warning signs should've been flashing in my head as if the house was under attack, but instead I decided to remain oblivious, paying the price the next day when I was waiting for Lexi to knock at the door.

The knock came, but it wasn't Lexi who did it, instead it was Ms. Olson, the old lady two houses down.

"Mom where's Lexi?" I asked.

"Huh? She moved yesterday silly. Remember, you guys went out to eat and everything."

"We…did," I lied. "Y-Yeah, I…remember now. Hey mom, h-how long did you know about her moving?"

"She told me about two week ago, said she wanted to break the news to you herself. You two became really good friends after all so I thought that would be fine. Do you miss her already?"

"K-Kind of."

"Awe," she patted my back. "Did you have a crush on her?"

"Ew!" I shook my head to sell the act, "No way, girls are gross."

"See if you say that in four years."

Both my mom and Ms. Olson laughed, but the truth was that I felt like someone had just told me I had cooties and couldn't hang out with my best friend anymore. It was unfair, low, and more importantly left me with a feeling that I grew to despise with every ounce of sense in my body.

I felt…abandoned.

--Present--

"Awe, cheer up TK." Melody rubbed my back as I finished retelling the short version of the story.

The restaurant was empty now, with the only people left inside being Melody, myself, and Taco. He was a stout man with golden skin, a thick accent, and a mullet that put normal hair to shame. Only reason we gave him the nickname was because he was the only person I'd ever seen make pasta shells into mini-taco shells, and since he didn't think it was racist at all we agreed to call him Taco.

"Well, that does solve the mystery of why you have a complex with abandonment."

"Senorita," Taco shook his head. "Show some sympathy for TK."

"Taco, are you seriously asking me to show sympathy for TK when he has that-" she spun around in the barstool and pointed out the window to where Lexi was standing. "-hot piece of ass waiting outside for him. I mean, for fucks sake the girl makes me wish I was straight just so she could turn me into a lesbian again! God she's like my dream girl come true."

"Off topic but does anyone else know that deep down you are probably the biggest pervert that works at this restaurant other then Taco and I?"

"Nope. I'm just the cute little Asian girl to everyone but you two," she stated proudly. "But back on topic, you should totally introduce me to her.

"You're on your own Melody."

"Oh c'mon! You're pussy blocking me right now TK."

"Pussy blocking you? Dah fuck is that?"

"It's like cock blocking but for girls."

"Riiiiiight" I looked at Taco for confirmation but he just shrugged. "Why don't you just go talk to her?"

"What am I in high school? You have to introduce me or else I'll come on as desperate!"

"You are desperate senorita," Taco added, popping the cap off of a beer and chugging it in a single gulp.

"Yeah, but she doesn't know that. Look, I may be a lesbian, but if a three way is the only opportunity for me to sleep with her, then I will gladly get on my knees and suck your dick TK. That's how serious I am."

"I'm not sleeping with her, end of story. All I want, right now, is to forget that she's even here."

"You want to forget?" Taco raised his brow in curiosity before reaching down and grabbing a beer. He popped it open and slammed it in front of me, "Cerveza senior. Drink up!"

I looked at the beer bottle then at Taco, a skeptical look in my eyes, "This is gonna make me forget about her?"

"With enough alcohol it can make you forget about anything. "

"Taco!" Melody protested, snatching the beer away from me. "He's only sixteen!"

"So? I was drinking everyday when I was his age."

"You have to have been with a gut like that! Plus, we're responsible for him right now. What would Missy K say if she found out we let him drink?"

"She doesn't have to know, and if we get him drunk enough he might introduce you to your dream chica."

Melody slid the beer back in front of me, "Start drinking TK. He's probably gonna need a couple more too Taco."

"Glad to see you sticking to your guns Melody," I mumbled grabbing the beer and chugging it just like Taco had done only moments ago. About halfway through the bland taste finally hit me and I stopped, coughing uncontrollably, "God this taste like shit."

"It get's better the more you drink," Taco said.

"Really?"

"Does for me."

I accepted his answer and stomached the horrible taste as I slowly but surely finished my first beer. Needless to say after six beers my world was spinning like a tilt-o-whirl at a carnival. Whether or not that made me a light weight didn't concern me in the slightest.

"How ya feeling TK?"

"Fu-hic-ck you. You lesbian bitch." I pointed a finger at her menacingly while slowly starting to topple to the ground. Luckily she caught me and helped me stabilize, "God I love you so much."

"Well, at least we know that he's a funny drunk."

"Why!" I shouted, "Am I drinking again?"

"The senorita outside broke your heart TK. You're trying to forget that you know her," Taco explained with a chuckle.

"Who's a senorita?"

"Yeah, he's definitely not going to remember this. Jeez he has school tomorrow too. His hangover is gonna suck!"

I tried to rest my head in my hand but ended up slipping and banging my head on the table, "Fuuuuuuuuck!"

They both burst into laughter after that, sending ear shattering echoes through my head. The whole thing was painful to listen to and I was forced to plug my ears until they finally shut up.

"Well look at the bright side. Looks like Lexi found someone to take her home," she pointed towards the window and I whirled around to see for myself. Sure enough there was a man outside, or at least I think it was a man. Right now it was extremely hard to tell which one was Lexi to be honest, but after squinting and leaning forward my eyes finally adjusted to what was going on outside, and it wasn't pretty.

"Son of…bitch," I stood up, my body about as stable as a meth addict's hands. Grabbing my bag that I had on the ground, I fished out my keys and walked over to Melody, stuffing them down her shirt, "Lock up for me."

"Y'know, if you were any other guy, I would probably have whooped your ass for copping a feel on me," she said.

"Fuck you!" I held up a middle finger while stumbling towards the door. With a Spartan kick that would've made Leonidus pride, I kicked the door open and nearly collapsed on the ground, swaying from side to side while I turned to my right and got a good look at the creep that was grabbing onto Lexi's wrist. He was barely my height, with a big raincoat on and four eyes…although I'm pretty sure that last part was more of the alcohol then actual appearance, and if there was a good reason for him to be grabbing onto her wrist, then I never bothered to find out because I cocked my arm back and decked the guy so hard that he crumbled like a house of cards. Leaning over him, I held out my middle finger, "Fuck you! You piece of sh-hic-t!"

Lexi put her hand on my shoulder, "Nice entrance."

I shoved her hand off of me and whirled around, pointing at finger at her, although I quickly found out it was hard to point one finger at someone when I was seeing double now.

"Fuck you too!" I flipped her the bird, or at least the one I thought was really her. You bitch! Wearing the same shit you left me with! Go back to wherever the fuck you w-hic-ere." With a clumsy turn, I started walking the other direction, holding up my middle finger as if it was a trophy for all to see. "I'm leaving!"

I started heading down the street, trying to emphasize just how pissed off I was but failing miserable as I staggered from side to side. My world suddenly started tilting to the right and I had a bad feeling that I was about to be taught a lesson in gravity. Right before I hit the ground I felt someone grab onto my arm and yank me back up to my feet.

"You're drunk," she said softly.

"And you're still a bitch. Now let go of me! I gotta get home."

"It might help if you were going the right way then."

I stopped and looked around, realizing that she was right, "Fuuuuuuuuck."

With a burning pain in my throat slowly starting to grow, I turned and blew chunks on the sidewalk, my eyes slowly starting to close as everything went black.

When my eyes opened back up, I was lying safely in my bed, still wearing my work clothes but with my memory seriously lacking as to what happened after I puked. I weakly got to my feet, my brain rattling with the slightest of movement and dry taste in my mouth that almost made me gag. Everything felt like shit. That was the easiest way I could describe my feelings, and it only got worse when I looked at the clock.

"I'm…late," I lazily said aloud, standing up and stumbling towards my dresser where I kept some spray on deodorant, coating my body with it as if it would magically stop the pain I was feeling. Grabbing my backpack and popping a stick of gum in my mouth, I wobbled my way out of my room and downstairs, waltzing into the kitchen to grab a water bottle before heading out the door. The walk to school felt like an uphill climb through snow with too little gremlins bashing my head in with each step, but finally I managed to get there. I un-tucked my shirt as I walked down the empty hallway, chugging the last of my water bottle before dropping it on the ground.

Flinging the door open, the entire room froze to look at me, but I was more concerned about the overwhelming light that was flooding through the windows across from me and blinding me.

"Mr. Kingly?" Melissa gasped. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah…sorry I'm late," I shielded my eyes and walked through the class towards my seat as the students whispered opinions on my current appearance. With a loud thud I sat in my chair and squinted my eyes to ease the pain as Melissa slowly restarted her lecture.

"Dude, you ok?" Jason whispered. "Isn't that what you wear to work?"

"Hung-over bro," I mumbled, resting my head on the icy cold desk. "Just let me sleep."

"Hung-over? You drank last night?" He didn't get an answer because I was out like donuts at a cop convention. I didn't know how long it lasted however, but I awoke sometime later with a gentle shake of my shoulder, "Dude wake up! You gotta see this!"

I lifted my head, feeling slightly better then I did this morning as I rubbed my head, "What time is it?"

"Lunch just started, but dude, hurry your ass up you gotta check this out."

"Whatever it is man, I probably don't care about it."

"It's a hot babe Tucker! She's been wandering the halls looking for someone since lunch began, and she even puts Heartbreak Hailey to shame!"

"No way?"

"He's in here!" Shawn shouted from the doorway, pointing a finger directly at me. I looked at him, then to Jason who shrugged, obviously as confused as I was until someone came walking through the door. She wore short shorts that exposed all of her long tanned legs, and a baggy shirt that exposed her right shoulder and revealed a strap of her red bra.

With her hands on her hips, Lexi shook her head in disappointment, "Tucker."

She walked towards me while a crowd of students came rushing towards the door to see what was going on. The few people that were still in the classroom had about the same jaw dropping expression that I had, and it wasn't until Lexi was walking down my aisle that I noticed that both Hailey and Melissa were still in the room.

"I swear," she shook her head, reaching into her purse and pulling out a neatly wrapped box. "You forgot your lunch silly." I opened my mouth to protest but she flicked my forehead, stopping me in my tracks before bending down to kiss me in front of everyone. With a teasing hum, she pulled away and smiled, "See at you home baby."

Placing her hand on my chest, she shoved me backwards without warning and giggled her way out of the classroom leaving me on the floor to wonder what the hell was happening.

I heard footsteps stampeding to my side and soon I saw Shawn's face dangerously close to my own, "Tucker! You know her?"

"I wish I didn't Shawn," I closed my eyes, "I really wish…I didn't."

---

Lexi's little stunt stirred up a hornets nest of horny guys who all bombarded me with questions from all sides. And to make it worse, I was still laying on the ground, because no one had bothered to help me before getting into a shouting match with one another to try and get an answer from me. My headache was starting to grow larger and larger with each passing second, and I took a deep breath to explode on them, but someone beat me to the punch.

"Everyone be quiet!" Melissa roared causing everyone in the class to turn and face her. She cleared her throat and pointed at the door, "Unless you are in my class, or have a question for me, you need to leave. Right. Now. You can talk to Mr. Kingly after school if it's that important."

Although there were some frustrated looks, eventually people did clear out of the classroom. I held my hand up and Jason helped me to my feet. Glancing over at Melissa, our eyes met as I mouthed the words "I owe you" and with a nod I knew that she got the message, the only thing I couldn't understand however was the look she gave me after that. If I had to guess, I'd say she was suspicious of me.

What the fuck did I do to deserve that? I'm the victim here.

"So, dude, who is she?" Shawn asked. "And can you introduce me?"

"Her name's Lexi, she's twenty-two, and if you want to meet her then grow a pair and introduce yourself because I don't want anything to do with her. This conversation is over. I'm going back to sleep."

"What about the lunch she made you?"

"Knock yourself out," I handed it to him and he smiled with glee, snatching it up and taking it to his seat. I looked over at Jason, "Make sure no one wakes me up man, I'm not in the mood today."

"Alright man," he chuckled, getting up to go investigate the box lunch with Shawn.

I was out like the fat kid in a dodgeball game within seconds. Jason made sure to wake me up right before the bell rang, and with a little preparation, I was able to bolt out of school before anyone could even bring up the topic of Lexi again. When I got too work however, my jaw dropped to the floor once I entered the locker room.

I walked over to the door that led to the restaurant and flung it open, "Missy K! Get in here!"

My foot was impatiently tapping against the ground as Missy K walked through the door in a hurry.

"What is it? What's wrong TK?"

"Why is she here?" I pointed at Lexi who was leaning up against the wall with a smile on her face.

"Excuse me?"

"Why the fuck is she wearing a restaurant uniform?"

"Because I hired her."

"Fire her."

"What?"

"Fire her, right now!" I demanded.

"Awe you're so mean," Lexi teased, walking behind me and wrapping her arms loosely around my body. She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, causing me to clench both fists hard, fighting the urge to flip out on the spot because Missy K was standing only a few feet away. "Thanks again Missy K. I promise I won't let you down."

"No, thank you, I'm so glad someone else is finally living in the same house with TK. Puts my heart at ease now knowing that someone is looking after him. We offered but he refused every time." Missy K shook her head, "So stubborn."

"Oh he just likes to do things his own way." She released me and headed for the door, "He's been like that ever since he was a kid."

"Oh yeah, I remember those days."

They both shared a chuckle before Lexi waved goodbye and headed out the door.

"What. The. Fuck." I said slowly.

"What's the problem here TK?"

"Where do I start? How the fuck did she get a job here so quickly?"

"She came in during lunch and explained that she would be moving in with you and asked for a job here so she could be closer to you. I thought it was a good idea actually. This way if we can't get a hold of you then we can always contact her. It's a win-win for us because I was looking to hire someone anyway."

"That's it? That's all it took?" I was visibly angry now. "She could be terrible at this job. Did you even check to see if she was capable of waiting tables? Someone walks off the street and claims to know me and they instantly get a job? What the fuck is this shit?"

"I remember your parents telling me that she used to babysit you before she had to move away, and Melody offered to teach her so we didn't have to draw sticks for it. Plus, she was really excited to have another girl working with her."

"That back stabbing cunt," I mumbled underneath my breath.

"What was that?"

"I said I want her gone."

"TK, you're being childish."

"You haven't seen childish Missy K. I flat out REFUSE to work with her. And if she stays, then I'm going. There's no ifs ands or buts about it. I'm not going to work here as long as she's employed here. Get rid of her, NOW!"

"You better watch your tone." She snapped, "Remember that I own this place TK, not you. I was the one who fudged the paperwork and let you work here for the last two years because you were too stubborn to leave your house. I was the one who followed you home every night you had late shift just to make sure you got there safely. Now, I've let you get away with more then you can imagine, even the few times that you've publically yelled at me I've still shrugged it off, but I'm not going to stand for this. You can't bully me around TK, so I suggest you shut up, get dressed, and get your ass in the kitchen. And if you can't do that, then you can find another job!"

Our eyes glared heatedly at one another. Like she said, it wasn't the first time we got into an argument like this, and most of the time that it happened she would back down or find a middle ground with me.

But not this time.

Just the look in her shaky eyes told me that it was all or nothing. She showed me her hand, and now it my turn to do the same.

I opened my locker, grabbing my apron and extra set of keys that Melody must've placed inside after coming to work today, ripping off the two that were to this store and dropping them along with the apron on the ground. "I quit."

Without another word, I walked out the back door and headed back home. It was rash, stupid, and stubborn, but I had a very clear line when it came to Lexi. If she's involved, then I don't want to be anywhere near it, and if that meant that I couldn't keep my job, then it had to go. But now I had another problem.

How the fuck was I going to pay for the house?

I had enough money to pay the bills for the next three weeks plus change, but after that I don't know what would happen. Although it was pretty much my new highest priority, I was going to save the job hunt for tomorrow. Today, I just wanted to hit something. When I got home, I immediately went into the garage, dropped my bag, and went to town on the punching bag that Rocky helped me install.

I don't know how long I wailed away at that bag but it was one of the few times that I seriously went all out, throwing hooks and haymakers in between every couple jabs. It echoed throughout the hollow garage, and when it was finally over, I was drenched in sweat, hunching over to try and catch my breath.

"Shit," I shouted, glancing down at my now cut up knuckles. Blood was slowly dripping down both hands now, and thanks to my now slowing adrenaline, the pain was starting sting making me regret not wrapping my hands or putting on gloves first. It was too late now though, and my rash decision quickly came back to bite me because every twitch off my hands brought an annoying amount of pain.

Although it was painful I managed to go upstairs and turn on the shower, hopping in and washing my knuckles off although the hot water stung like hell. When I was finished I headed downstairs, examining the cuts more closely now that they were semi-cleaned off. The moment I hit the bottom and turned to head for the kitchen however, my jaw dropped for the umpteenth millionth time in the past two days.

"How the fuck did you get in here!" I shouted.

Lexi was humming softly at the kitchen counter, stirring a pot of food and looking at me with a soft smile. "I used a key you dork. Remember when I took you home last night? You left your keys with someone at the restaurant so we almost had to go back but then you remembered that someone named Melissa left the spare key underneath the rug. By the way, who is Melissa? Oh, and why didn't you wait for me after work? I wanted to walk home with you."

"Look I don't care! Get out of my house!" I turned and pointed but like an idiot, I forgot how badly that would hurt. "Son of a bitch!"

"What happened to your knuckles?" she shook her head before opening up the medicine cabinet, which incidentally was in the same spot it was six years ago, and grabbing out some gauze. "Come here and let me wrap them up for you."

"Fuck you! I had to quit my job because of you, so you are absolutely the last person I want to see right now."

"Why'd you quit? I thought we'd have fun working in that restaurant together," she giggled. "Such a fun group of people too! You all have nicknames and everything. Can I call you TK too?"

"Shut the fuck up and get out of my house before I call cops on you!"

"Fine, fine," she shrugged playfully, signaling that she was up to something. And I knew I was going to regret whatever it was. "But I think I should warn you that you're only sixteen Tucker Kingly." She sang my name as if it was a joyous tune. "So, if the police were to show up here randomly and find out that you're living without parental or guardian supervision, then they might have to take you to a foster home. After that, who knows where you'll end up?"

The sizzling pot became the sound of choice as I slowly wrapped my head around what she said. "Are you…blackmailing me?"

"Of course not. I came here because after I heard what happened to you, I was genuinely concerned for your safety. And, as a responsible adult, I will look after you like I did six years ago. Now, if you'd rather not have me stay here, then I can always arrange for the choice to be made for you. Either way, I'm not going to let you stay here alone anymore." She walked over to me and flicked my forehead but I didn't react, instead staring at her with murderous eyes. "I know you Tucker. I know that if you think you're right, then you're going to do it, and the only way to stop you, is to force you."

"Other then the time you babysat me, we probably spent less then a month hanging out. You don't know me you conniving, evil cu-"

"Ah, ah, ah," with a finger wag, she interrupted me. "I don't want to hear that language. Now let me see your hands." Although it sounded like an offer, she grabbed one regardless and began wrapping it while I shook with rage. Once she was done with both she smiled and softly said, "There. All better."

"What you're doing is low. Almost as low as the shit you pulled six years ago. So if I'm forced to now live with you, then listen up. Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't be in the same room as me, and don't try anything cute either! You pay half of the monthly bills, provide your own damn food, and stay the fuck out of my business. Period! Got it?"

"Dinner will be ready in a couple minutes."

"Fuck you," I growled and stormed off in the other direction.

I spent the rest of the night in my room, refusing to come out like the stubborn child everyone claimed me to be. In the middle of the night I was forced to get up and head down stairs however because I was dying of hunger. Sitting on the table, wrapped in what looked like tin foil to help preserve it, was the dinner that Lexi had made earlier. I looked at it disgustingly before grabbing it and throwing it in the trash, scouring the cupboards for some junk food to munch on. With my belly full of trash, I headed back upstairs and crashed on my bed.

When I woke up and got ready for school, I headed downstairs to find Lexi cooking once again.

"Good morning TK!"

"Don't call me that. Ever." She laughed as if it was all a joke but I wasn't laughing, walking to the fridge and grabbing a water before turning to leave.

"Wait, I'm almost done with your lunch."

"Don't want it."

"Then I'll just have to deliver it to your class again."

I stopped mid-step and looked at the ground. Heaving a heavy sigh, I turned around and fell onto the seat at the table to wait for her to finish. She set it in my lap a moment later and tried to kiss my forehead but I dodged it and headed for the door. My temper was slowly starting to get the better of me as I stormed out of my house, something that I never thought I'd ever do. It's my own fucking house after all.

The worst part was that she was smiling the entire time. In fact, every time we talked she was smiling, even when I was yelling at her, she never once got mad.

I walked into my classroom, dropping off the box lunch on Shawn's desk. "Happy birthday."

"Awesome! Thanks man."

Taking a seat at my desk, I examined my still achy hands as Jason took notice. "The hell happened to your hands?"

"Jason, am I crazy?" I asked, completely ignoring his question.

"I'm guessing there's a back story behind this sudden life altering question?"

"In two days she's managed to completely fuck up my life man. I quit my job, cut up my knuckles in a fit of rage, and don't even have a say about whether or not she can stay in my own fucking house." I looked at him. "And then I yelled at her bro. At the top of my fucking lungs. She didn't flinch, or get angry, or anything. She sat there and smiled while I threatened to call the cops on her, and the twisted thing about it all, is that she somehow turned it around on me and made me look like I was the kid. I've been living on my own for two years bro, and she treats me like I'm some helpless ten year old. Does she honestly think that I'm that vulnerable or something? Like what the fuck is this. And she's always smiling! Always! Like no matter what I say or do, she's always fucking smiling at me. I can't tell whether she's crazy or genuinely happy to see me scream and shout like a spoiled brat."

"Wow," he clapped his hands softly. "That was some speech. I don't think I've heard you actually rant like that. You're normally a calm person. Do you at least feel better now?"

"Not really."

"Well…since you no longer have a job, why don't we hang out after school? Take your mind off things y'know?"

He was completely ignoring everything I was saying, but he knew that that was probably the best and only option he had. If he would've given me advice I would've probably shrugged it off because he's a spoiled rich kid who doesn't know the meaning of real problems, and the fact that he realizes that makes me value him as a friend.

"Sure, but only for like an hour or two. Still gotta find another job before the end of next week."

"We'll kill two birds with one stone dude, don't worry."

"Can I come?" Shawn asked, stuffing his face with Lexi's lunch even though it was still morning.

"You know I'm not going any where near Lexi right?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Means you don't know the old saying bros before hoes," Jason said.

"I do too!"

"Bullshit," we said in unison.

"But if you want to come, that's fine, I'm just letting you know now so you don't bitch about it uncontrollably."

It wasn't much, but it had been a while since we all hung out so it was something to look forward to. We talked about what we'd do for most of the day, trying to decide whether or not it was worth it to see a movie or not and other bullshit like that. School seemed to almost fly by after that, and thanks to Melissa's announcement yesterday, I wasn't hounded about Lexi at all. Things were looking a little better, and when the bell rang we gathered up our things and headed for the door.

"Oh Mr. Kingly," Melissa stopped me before I hit the door. "I need to talk to you real quick."

"Um, alright." I shrugged and looked at Jason and Shawn, "Meet you guys outside." They nodded and left the room as I headed over to Melissa's desk, a slight feeling of déjà vu creeping back up in my head. Once everyone had left I looked at her questionably, "Please don't tell me you think you're pregnant again?"

She giggled and shook her head, "No, it's not about that. I overheard your conversation this morning and was wondering if everything was alright? You seemed a little out of it the last two days, and I have a feeling that it involves that girl Lexi. Right? That's the name of the girl that came into my class yesterday and dropped of your lunch."

"Wait, you overhead us?" The only reason this caught my attention was because I sat in the back…far away from the front obviously. So the only way for her to hear was if she was hell bent on listening to me. "Were you…eavesdropping?"

"What? No! Of course not! I merely caught a part of your conversation when I was helping another student. Honest!"

"Uh huh."

"Look that's not the point. I was just going to ask if you wanted to go downtown this Friday and blow off some steam. It doesn't feel like a walk in the park would do you any good right now."

"So like…a date?"

"N-No! Just, as friends!" she started sputtering out incoherent words and I laughed at how embarrassed she got from that simple statement.

"That doesn't sound too bad actually," I smiled, "After school?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to wear something special?"

"Ha-Ha," she smirked and pointed at the door. "Get out of here already."

"Alright I'm going," I headed over to the door, opening it up and gazing down the hallway to catch a glimpse of blonde hair and a short skirt. My body froze as the figure disappeared around the corner before I could I.D. them.

"Something wrong Tucker?"

"Um," I shook my head, snapping me back into reality. "No, thought I saw something is all." I waved goodbye and headed out the door, with only one thought on my mind.

Who the fuck was just eavesdropping on that conversation?

I didn't have time to play detective because Jason and Shawn were still waiting for me outside so I hurried up to meet them and we hit the town. We decided that the best plan was to screw any plan we thought off and just wander around town, stopping at random shops whenever we felt like it was worth the time. I did decide to grab a job application whenever I saw that a store was hiring however, but other then that it was a pretty fun time. Time seemed to flow by and before we knew it the sun was setting but we didn't notice thanks to Shawn.

Being the hopeless romantic that he was, he kept chasing girls whenever they passed by providing plenty of entertainment for Jason and I. After many unsuccessful attempts, and good bit of laughter from my end, I eventually had to call it a night.

They waved goodbye as I headed in the other direction, my side still aching from laughing so hard. It wasn't that long of a walk from where I was, and soon enough I was walking through my door. Lexi was sitting on the couch watching TV, and when she saw me she immediately smiled.

"Hey baby! Welcome home!"

"Don't call me that."

"How was your day?"

"Stop ignoring everything I'm saying!"

"You know that guy Mouse? He tried to hit on me while he was carrying a tray of dishes and ended up tripping over his own feet and covering the floor with food. It was pretty funny actually."

I wouldn't put it past Mouse to be that dumb.

"Talking to you is like talking a brick wall," I mumbled walking up the stairs.

Ignoring the fact that she once again didn't bother to react to anything I said and kept on smiling, I stayed in my room for the rest of the night. I had more important things to worry about after all. Like filling out a dozen applications, and trying to find out who the fuck was eavesdropping on my conversation with Melissa.

It took a lot longer then I expected to fill out the applications, and by the time I was finished it was past midnight. Drudging down to the kitchen I found a plate of food wrapped up yet again, and much like the previous night I tossed it in the garbage before gorging down on chips until I was full. I'm not saying that I wasn't healthy, but if this kept up I'll be fat in no time.

When Friday rolled around, I met Melissa at the bus stop and we climbed on as it arrived. Taking our seats at the back of the bus, we struck up some light chatter when suddenly…this happened.

"Tucker? Ms. Benson?"

Our conversation halted as we both looked towards the front of the bus too see none other then Heartbreak Hailey headed our way. She put on the worst surprised face I'd ever seen, meaning that she knew we'd be here. So putting to together it was safe to say that she was the eavesdropper that I was worrying so much about. But I couldn't figure out why.

"Oh, h-hi Hailey. What are you doing here?" Melissa stammered, already losing her cool.

"I was planning on going downtown to shop for clothes today. What are you two doing here together? Did you just bump into each other or were you both headed somewhere together? That would be really weird."

"No fucking way," the words slipped out of my mouth as I put the pieces together to this dizzying puzzle.

"What was that?"

"I said it's a very special day."

"Really?" Now she was really surprised, "How come?"

Time to lie like it's my job. "Today's the day my cousin died. Melissa offered to take me into town and help me relax after and blow off some steam. I already burned my hands on accident cooking so she was afraid of what I might do if I was left alone to grieve." I held out my hands that were still wrapped up to further convince her. "She's always worrying about me like that."

"But-but why? She's just our teacher?"

"Oh, you don't know? Melissa used to be my neighbor way back when I was in elementary school. She'd come over and watch movies with me and cook dinner when my parents couldn't make it back until late. It was pretty crazy seeing her again, and we haven't had a lot of time to catch up on things."

I think the part about my cousin dying may have been too much, but when it doubt, always fall back too the death card. They can't call it a bluff after all, and if they did, I could just flip out and call them an insensitive bastard or bitch in this case. Still, I was more surprised that Hailey was the eavesdropper, and her story only made it more obvious.

What kind of teenage girl goes clothes shopping by herself after all? That's unheard of. Plus, downtown wasn't exactly a beacon of light in society. There are always reports of people being mugged and if Hailey's walking the streets alone any time that it starts getting dark she can kiss her ass goodbye. Point is, strength in numbers, unless you can fight of course, then you can walk the streets without a single fear. Least that's how I looked at it.

"Um…no. I-I didn't know that actually," she laughed awkwardly.

"Don't worry about it, since you're here do you want to come with us though?" I said with a smirk.

"N-No, I just remembered that I have to uh, do something with a friend today." She got up, "Don't close the doors please!"

Hailey didn't even bother to wave back, scurrying off the bus like a mouse to its hole. Once she was off the doors closed and the bus resumed its normal route.

"What just happened?" Melissa looked at me.

"Hailey came in here hoping to catch us doing something illegal."

"What? Why on earth would she think that?"

"Because she was eavesdropping on the conversation we had the other day."

"Hailey was? Why?"

"That's what I can't figure out. I mean, to be honest, I don't know much about her other then the fact that she's never gone out with a guy, publically any way. She only hangs out with her girl friends and the only time she talks to a guy is when she rejects them, or in my case, calls them a pervert."

"I don't really understand that girl to be honest."

"Me neither. But I don't want to try and figure it out. Let's just enjoy this trip and I'll think about it later."

"Sounds good, but um, do you mind answering a question for me?"

"Uh, sure. What's up?"

"What is Lexi to you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Y'know, is she like a friend? Relative?" she paused and glanced away, "Girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend? You think she's my girlfriend?"

"Well, she did kiss you in front of the class, and she's living with you right."

I ran my hand down my face, "Trust me, it's not like that. She use to babysit me and for some reason she's convinced that she needs to live with me now because I'm not eighteen and can't legally live alone. That's it. I don't have feelings for her at all, promise."

"O-Oh, well, I'm sorry for misunderstanding everything."

"I don't blame you for seeing things like that but trust me when I say that I don't want anything to do with that girl. Ever."

The rest of the day was nice, and surprisingly lacking in sexual tension. I thought that maybe we would've had another moment where passion took over but…nothing. Still couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing, but when we parted ways she seemed genuinely happy with how things played out and I had to admit that I was smiling too.

I faced the same bullshit with Lexi when I got home however, and that quickly brought my good mood spiraling down the drain. From that day on I felt like I was being confined to my room. I refused to speak to her after all, and just being near her seemed to goad her into talking to me so it seemed like the only solution at the time.

With my first workless week in two years gone, I was well into my second and I noticed how quickly I fell into a pattern. Wake up, wait for lunch, give lunch to Shawn, go out looking for work, come home and retreat to my room, do homework and wait until it was well past midnight before throwing away a waiting dinner and snacking on total crap until I was full.

How the hell did my simple life spiral out of control so fast?

I hopped off the bus after a long day of job hunting downtown, the golden hue of the sunset slightly blinding me as I headed to a convenience store to grab a drink. Time was running out and even though I hated to admit it, if I couldn't find a job soon I'd need Lexi's help to pay for the house. Quiet frankly I'd rather chew on glass then have that happen.

After I had my soda in hand, I took a step outside and starting chugging my drink when I heard a familiar voice shout out, "Get your filthy hands off me you fucking retards!"

I spat out my drink and started coughing, clearing my lungs as I looked for the source. Must've come from the parking lot behind the store. Cautiously, I made my way around back and peeked around the side of the store to see what was going on. There was no denying it now, that was definitely Heartbreak Hailey's voice, although that was the first time I heard her cuss…ever. In school she was well mannered, never shouted, always smiled, and always answered as politely as possible, even when she rejected guys.

Then again I think this situation might've called for it. She was surrounded by three pretty beefy looking guys, and one of them had a tight grip around her wrist.

"Shut the fuck up you loudmouth bitch. Where do you get off acting all high and mighty? You think you're better then me?" the guy holding her wrist barked.

"I don't think, I know I'm better then pigs like you. Now get your hands off me, or else!"

"Or else what?"

"I'll call the cops!" she took out her cell phone and I immediately face palmed. I didn't even need to look because what happened next was obvious. "Hey that's my phone!"

Wait for it…and! I heard a small thud sound as her phone was no doubt hurled against a wall. Yep, she's an idiot alright.

"You're going to pay for that jackass!"

And she's still insulting them? Holy shit! I thought she was smart but the level of stupidity she's showing is blowing my mind. Does she not understand what's going on? I should probably step in before things get worse.

"I think we know just how to repay a mouthy bitch like you."

Yep, definitely need to step in now.

"Hey!" I rounded the corner the corner as the group turned to look at me. Of course, Hailey was more surprised then anyone that I was here.

"T-Tucker? W-What are you doing here?"

"Grabbing a drink," I shook the bottle. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing," the man that had his hand on Hailey said. He had arms the size of cantaloupes with surfer length long blonde hair, and was easily the tallest of the three as well as the biggest. "Just having a little chat with your friend here."

"He's not my friend," Hailey said matter-of-factly.

"Ignoring that," I mumbled. "You guys should probably just walk away. It's not worth it."

"And if we don't?" the man on the right asked. A smug looking mother fucker with a sleeveless shirt and sunglasses. I thought he looked like a douche bag to be honest, but that's as far as I'm going to judge him.

"I'm going to have to stop you."

"Why?" the guy on the left piped in. A normal looking dude with black hair and a black sweatshirt on. "She ain't even your friend. She just said it. You really gonna stick your neck out for someone as snobby as this cunt?"

"I'm not gonna just up and abandon her man, sorry."

"Why the fuck are you apologizing to us? You're the one about to get your ass beat."

"Then hit me already," I taunted, mainly because I promised Rocky I wouldn't fight unless someone threw the first punch, and my wish was granted as the normal looking guy took a shot at my face that sent me tumbling back. Admittedly I wasn't ready for them to hit me right off the back but it wasn't that hard of a hit anyway. "Least I know you hit like a bitch now."

He didn't take to kindly to that, rushing forward and cocking his arm back. I ducked underneath his haymaker and knocked him on his ass with a quick combo. After he hit the ground I realized something very, VERY, important.

I didn't know how to fight multiple people. Rocky taught me how to box, one on one, complete focus on the opponent, not opponents. Needless to say, I paid for my inexperience. The sleeveless guy blindsided me and got a couple free shots off before I was able to refocus and deal with him.

A quick side step brought me in close and I completely hammered the guy's stomach, forcing him to hunch over and giving me a clear shot of his face. By the time he hit the ground I was already getting pummeled from behind, and the process only seemed to repeat itself after that. If I knocked one down, I would get blindsided by the one that got up, and it was starting to take its toll on me. My ribs were aching, my knuckles had opened up again and were bleeding down my hand, and on top of it all, my right eye was starting to swell up giving me less then ideal vision.

Good news was that I was pretty sure I was winning, because after a solid right hook to the surfer guy's temple, he crumbled lifelessly to the ground. And the one normal looking guy hadn't gotten up in a while either so that left-

"Tucker behind you!" Hailey shouted out and I turned around only to be rocked by something that definitely wasn't a fist.

There was a sharp ringing sound in my ears as I fell face first into the ground like a ragdoll. It was tough but I managed to push myself to my knees, bringing my hand up to my forehead where I received the devastating blow. Because things weren't already bad enough, I discovered that I was now bleeding from my forehead. Now what I really wanted to know was what the fuck just hit me.

I fought my way to my feet and lazily looked back at the douche bag who hit me, using my one working eye to notice the object in his hand.

"Where the fuck did you get a two-by-four in the middle of a parking lot?" I asked, honestly curios as to where the fuck came from. He didn't give me an answer however, dropping the foot long piece of wood and getting the fuck out of dodge as I struggled to stand upright. Thank God he did too, because I don't think I had the energy to go another couple punches. Although it felt like I had just fought a war, truth was it didn't last more then two minutes, but holy shit did it hurt.

I glanced over at Hailey who was, apart from being completely useless, still standing in the same spot since the fight began.

"You ok?" I asked

"I-I'm fine. Are you ok?"

"I'll live. You need me to walk you somewhere?"

"You're not fine! You're bleeding!"

"I'll take that as a no then," I turned and started hobbling out of the parking lot.

"Wait!" I looked back at her. "Why'd you do it?"

"Why'd I do what? Stick my neck out for a girl that hates me?"

"I never said I hated you!"

"But you do. You eavesdropped on mine and Melissa's conversation two weeks ago to try and get me in trouble. You spread rumors about me being a pervert even though it was an accident. And when I came to help you, you said it out right that I wasn't your friend." I couldn't really see clearly but I could tell that I hit the nail on the hammer with my accusations, "So if I gotta answer your question, then I'll give you the truth. Even if you don't like me, I'm not going to abandon you when I know I can help. And if you're wondering, I won't tell anyone about what happened here. Consider it our secret."

She didn't get a chance to reply, or she didn't want too, either way, I walked with a bad limp like an old school pimp. I wasn't going home of course, I was bleeding and beaten pretty badly and there was only one person I trusted to patch me up. It took me awhile but eventually I made it to the back of the restaurant, fumbling with the handle until someone opened it up for me.

"Whoa!" Mouse caught me as I fell forward. "TK what happened?"

"Get…Missy K," I mumbled. He helped me to the lone bench in the room and darted out of the door as I laid there, not bothering to wipe off the blood that was still trickling down my face. Moments later Missy K and Rocky both came flying into the room with Mouse following close behind. "Hey guys."

"What happened to you?" he asked while Missy K flew back out of the room.

"I won."

"What does the other guy look like then?"

"Which one?"

"There were more then one?"

"Three of em. You didn't teach me how to fight multiple people."

"Well what you want to do is keep 'em all in front of you, because if you lose sight of one, they'll blindside you."

"Figured that out the hard way. Fucker even rocked me with a two-by-four," I tried to chuckle as Missy K came flying back through the door with a first aid kit but it turned into a hoarse cough.

"Where'd he get a two-by-four?"

"That's what I was saying. Got his two friends though," I gave him a thumbs-up but Missy K abruptly grabbed my wrist and forced and slammed it back into my chest. "What am I supposed to do when they use cheap shit like that?"

"Find a bigger weapon and make 'em regret it."

"Now that's a good idea."

"This isn't funny TK!" she roared. "You're seriously injured, you shouldn't be laughing about it with Rocky."

"Two weeks go by and this is the greeting I get?"

"Stop acting like this is a joke! You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine now."

"You're cut up, bruised, beaten, and your voice sounds like you've been smoking for fifty years. Please tell me what about this situation is fine?" she was raising her voice, kneeling beside me with a small tear rolling down her face.

"Because you're here." I smiled goofily. "You've always patched me up Missy K. When I skinned my knee as a kid you patched me up. When I burned my hands cooking you patched me up. When Rocky gave me a black eye-"

"That was an accident I swear!" he said defensively.

"-you still patched me up. No matter what. When I'm hurt or in trouble, I know you'll always patch me up. Call me ungrateful if you want but in Missy K I trust."

"Stop talking," she hushed me, taking a deep breath while shaking her head. "You're voice is almost gone. You two go back to work, I'll take care of this." They exited the room shortly after and I closed my eyes to let Missy K work. She cleaned off the blood on my face and hands first, making me hold an ice pack up to my face to reduce swelling the entire time. Once she finished with that she wrapped all of my wounds before lifting up my shirt to check my ribs. "I called Lexi by the way. She's coming to get you, no arguments."

"You realize that that girl is the main reason we fight right? If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have this stupid complex and half the arguments we had wouldn't even exist."

"And if it wasn't for her you wouldn't have grown into the person we all know and love today. I now you don't like her TK but have you tried talking to her about what happened?"

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Then find something, for me. I don't like you wandering around the streets all the time, and because of it you're hurt now. You know you always have a job waiting for you here not only because you're good at it but because it keeps me at ease knowing that you're safe."

"You spoil me to much Missy K." I shook my head softly.

"What can I say? You're like the nephew I never had."

"And you're like aunt I really need. I guess I can try at the very least."

"Thank you." The door flew open at that moment as Lexi entered the room, huffing and puffing. "Thanks for coming down and getting him Lexi. I don't think he could get home on his own to be honest."

"Is he ok?" she asked.

"He's been better. Try and keep him in bed over the weekend ok? Even if you have to tie him down."

"Hilarious Missy K," I joked as she helped me sit up. It took longer then I would've liked but eventually, with Lexi's support, I walked out of there and headed home. To my surprise, she didn't say a word to me, keeping her eyes forward as we hobbled all the way home.

She even helped me into bed, avoiding eye contact with me the whole time as I rested my head against my pillow and closed my eyes. My door opened and shut moments later as she left the room and I thought for a moment that she was mad at me for some reason, but any thought of that was quickly dispelled when she came flying back through that door with a blanket and pillow in her hand. She got on the ground and leaned up against the wall, pulling out a book from underneath her arm while she got comfy on the ground.

"Tell me when you're hungry, ok?"

"Whatever," I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. All that I heard after that was the occasional slicing of a page being turned. It wasn't enough to keep me up though, and soon after I fell asleep.

By the time I woke up it was around midnight. Lexi was passed out and next to my clock was a plate of food. With a low roar of my stomach, I regretfully grabbed the plate and started eating. It was only lukewarm but I didn't mind at all, devouring it like it was my last meal and letting out a sigh of content.

When I set the plate back down, I started to get comfy again when Lexi asked, "How was it?"

I stopped and looked over at her. She was laying on her side with her back facing me and I thought she was asleep so I was momentarily stunned. "It was…alright."

"That's good."

I didn't answer, closing my eyes and trying to forget that that moment ever happened. The next day I was confined to my room except for going to the bathroom and taking a quick shower. Lexi changed my bandages even though I protested the idea, but I still felt pretty drained so that was the extent of my resistance. She spent the entire day in my room too, only getting up to go get something to eat for us before she plopped back down on the ground and continued reading. I could tell right away though that her movements were just a little bit sluggish, not only that, but she was constantly rubbing her back and repositioning herself to try and get comfy. After some thought I realized that why she was acting so weird. Not only did she stay up late last night to make sure I actually ate but her back probably hurt from sleeping on the ground and spending most of the day sitting there.

I don't get it. Why didn't she just get up and go do something? Why was she putting herself through this just to make sure I stayed in bed? God damn, girls are confusing.

It was Sunday night now, and I had spent all day in bed just like Missy K wanted, bored out of my mind and hopeful that I could go to school the next day. Lexi was just now settling back onto the ground as the last of the light from outside disappeared.

"You can sleep up here if you want," I looked at her.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"You're not fine. Your backs hurting and you haven't had a good night sleep in the last two days. Just get up here already."

"Are you sure?"

Nope. But I promised Missy K that I would at least try and communicate with Lexi so this was all I could come up with. Admittedly not the best plan, but it was too late to back out now.

"Yeah," I scooted over and she got up, climbing into bed next to me. We kept to our own sides for awhile, the sound of shifting underneath the covers was the only hint I had that she was still awake. Finally, I decided to man up and just ask her outright, "Why'd you come back?"

"What?"

"I said why'd you come back?"

"Well, I was talking to my grandmother when I brought up your name. She told me what happened to your parents and that your aunt and uncle disappeared as well so you were living on your own. Once I heard that, I dropped everything and came here to make sure you were ok."

"Just like that? You dropped everything to come make sure some kid you babysat six years ago was ok."

"You're not just some kid Tucker."

"And why is that? We spent less then three months together and half of it I spent keeping my mouth shut while the other half we spent having sex." I rolled over to look at her but she had her back to me.

"Maybe I missed you."

"Or maybe you missed what we did."

"I didn't come back here because of what we did."

"Then why did you come back? You show up out of the blue after that long and just pretend nothings happened? Do you have any idea how I felt when my mom told me you moved? And to make it worse, I had to lie to her face as she listed off things we supposedly did. I don't think you realize just how much that affected me. I spent the longest time just sitting in my room wondering why. Why did you leave? Why didn't you tell me? Did I do something wrong? I obsessed over this for longer then I'd like to admit, and suddenly your back, and all you do is smile. Why are you always smiling at me huh? Are you happy about what happened? Do you like seeing me like this?" I was progressively getting louder when I finally just shouted. "Tell me what the fuck I did wrong!"

This wasn't helping, plain and simple, but I couldn't imagine this conversation going any other way. Now, how she reacted would dictate how things played out from here.

I heard her take a deep breath before finally turning around to face me. She didn't look happy, or sad, or…anything for that matter. She was just looking at me as blank as a piece of paper.

"Why am I always smiling?" she repeated my question. "Because I remember the little boy that told me he loved my smile. He put up with so much day after day just because he wanted to see me happy, and it was probably the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. And after awhile, I realized that I was starting to get attached to him too, and whenever he was happy it would make me happy. It was getting hard too tell whether or not I was falling for him even though we hadn't been together longer then a two months, and worse, he was only ten. Totally illegal yet I didn't even care. But before I could sort out all these feelings I had, I found out that I had to move far away, and couldn't bring myself to tell him." Closing her eyes she buried her face in my pillow for a second before taking a deep breath. "I just, didn't want to see you sad or upset. I wanted your smiling face to be the last thing I remembered."

She sniffled, "And now your hurt, and I know that it's all my fault so I have to sit here and try to hold back my feelings because I don't want you too worry." I saw her hastily wipe the tears that were falling down her face now, "I'm sorry for putting you through all of this Tucker."

Call me a sucker, or a chump, but I couldn't bring myself to just sit there and do nothing while she started crying. I sat up, and eased her over to me as she buried her head in my chest, continuing to weep as I gently rubbed her back. How long we stayed like that was a mystery to me, but I kept soothing her until she pushed herself away and wiped another set of tears off her face. Our eyes met after that, and I was lost in this new image of her. This helpless image of her.

Then…we kissed

And we kissed, and we kept kissing as lust took over. It had been so long since I tasted her lips that I couldn't stop, and neither could she for that matter, climbing on top of me while gently cupping my face and avoiding the bruises. Our tongues finally met with one another's and it seemed to drive us to keep going, my hands moving down to her ass while she lowered one into my shorts. I squeezed on both of her cheeks firmly while she fished my dick out of my shorts and started to stroke it. We both moaned as our kissing became so sloppy that we abandoned it altogether, ditching our clothes and getting straight to the point.

She lowered herself onto my dick while I nibbled at her neck, grabbing her ass as she began riding me. Her pussy was so wet that it was dripping down my legs as her hips starting slamming down onto mine, "God I've dreamed of riding of your dick again," she moaned into my ear. "It feels so fucking good I think I'm gonna cum already." Her cute face scrunched up in pain as she whimpered out the words, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!"

As her pussy started to tighten up, it brought me closer and closer to cumming as well, "I'm gonna cum soon Lexi."

She sped up her thrusts in a hurry, going faster and faster until I couldn't contain it anymore. I shot my load deep inside her pussy and she loved every second of it, smiling like the cat that ate the canary and climbing off of me. We both eased our naked selves back under the covers as she snuggled up onto my chest, sighing loudly.

"Still making me smile," she whispered.

"Old habits die hard I guess."

When my alarm woke me up the next morning, Lexi was gone, and I was still naked. Since today was Monday and I already decided that I'd go to school, I headed for the shower to clean off and get changed. As I walked down the stairs I saw that she was in the same spot she usually was in the morning.

"Morning," she smiled at me but I didn't smile back, taking a seat at the table and taking a deep breath. "Did you change your bandages already?"

"Yeah, I took care of it," I didn't say a word as she finished making my lunch and walked over to me.

"Is something bothering you?"

"Last night," I began, "I…don't think it's going to happen again."

"Oh…I understand," her voice was reduced to a whisper as she lowered her glance to the ground. "Does that mean you still hate me?"

Standing up, I grabbed the box lunch and stole a kiss causing her eyes to meet mine, "No. But I still need some time to sort this out."

She smiled softly as I headed for the door, "Then I'll wait."

"Also," I opened the door and looked back at her, "Tell Missy K, I'll come by after school today to take her up on her offer."

With a simple nod, I shut the door and headed to school. My mind was more confused then a five year old who tried to solve a rubix cube, but my mixed feelings for her aside, I needed to make up some kind of story about my injuries. I couldn't just walk into class with bandages around my hands and forehead as well as a black eye and expect everyone to shrug it off after all.

The best I could come up with was how I fell down my stairs, but I doubt anyone would believe that. I was better when I had to lie spontaneously though, so I decided to just let fate dictate the bullshit that would flowing out of my mouth.

As I neared the entrance to the school, Jason and Shawn were both waiting for me, which was weird in it of itself.

"Dude, I told you its true!" Jason slapped Shawn back. "Tucker learned how to fight last year from some old boxing badass that he works with. You're supposed to be his friend too and you didn't even know that."

"Dah fuck?" I looked at both of them.

"My bad Tucker," Shawn said examining my injuries. "Jeez, she wasn't kidding when she said you took a beating."

"What?"

"The head wound and knuckles are still wrapped too," Jason pointed at them, "Just proves it."

"What the fuck are you guys talking about?"

"What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "It's all over the school how you beat up three college kids in order to protect Heartbreak Hailey. Or is not true?"

"N-no it's true. I did get in a fight to protect her, I guess I'm just surprised you guys know about it."

"Dude she's been talking about it nonstop, all morning. There's even a rumor going around that she's going to ask you out man. You're totally in!" He went to give me a high five but I held my hand up and he corrected himself immediately and switched to a thumbs-up.

I looked at both of them suspiciously, "Is she really talking about me?"

"Yeah," Jason wrapped his arm around me, "Follow me man, she's probably in the same spot too."

With a questionable look on my face I let him guide me into the school, rounding corner after corner until we arrived in the cafeteria where there was at least fifty kids huddled Hailey as she retold the ending of the story.

"-and then the guy hit him with this gigantic block off wood, and I thought for sure that that would finally knock him out. But he got up again!" The crowd oo'ed and awe'd as Hailey reenacted the scene. "He was like totally cool and calm even though he was bleeding all over. Finally, he looked at the guy and asked him where he got the piece of wood. Can you believe that? He was like, not mad at all, and the funniest part was that the guy starting running away! He was so afraid of Tucker that he didn't even want to fight him anymore."

Jason nudged me, "This how you remember it?"

"Pretty much," I said truthfully.

"Hey Hailey! Hailey!" Shawn shouted abruptly, waving his hands up and down as if trying to flag down a passing ship. "Tucker's right here!"

"Shawn what the fuck," I hissed under my breath. "Why'd you do that?"

"Dude she might ask you out! Why are you getting mad?"

I opened my mouth to tell him but I was swarmed by the masses of people in cafeteria as they fired questions one after another. Shawn disappeared in the crowd but Jason helped keep em at bay long enough for Hailey to finally wiggle her way through everyone and get to me. As if her standing in front of me was a queue to silence everyone, the cafeteria fell deathly silent.

"Hi," she greeted me as though I didn't just witness one of the craziest things I had ever seen. "Are you feeling better?"

"Um, yeah. I had a friend of mine patch me up and I spent most of the weekend in bed."

"You poor thing," the way she shook her head so sorrowfully almost convinced me that this girl was a saint. "I never got to say thank you for what you did."

"It's no big deal."

"Well, you did come to my rescue so it is kind of a big deal. So, I was uh, wondering if maybe this Friday you want to go out and watch a movie with me. Maybe go get something to eat too. What do you say?"

Put me down in the records books, because never in the history of Heartbreak Hailey did this happen. I was now, literally, living the dream that half the guys in this school wished for. She asked me out, in front of so many people, and only a complete moron would turn her down. So what I couldn't figure out, was why did I look her straight in the eye and say.

"No."

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The cafeteria died, figuratively of course, but it did feel like I was staring at bunch of ghosts after that. Everywhere I looked I was met with pale, awestruck faces that I tried my best to ignore as I weaved through the crowd. Keeping my head down, I managed to break free from the mass and escape the cafeteria, leaning up against the wall to try and gather myself momentarily before heading towards my class.

When I was about halfway there, I heard stampeding footsteps behind me. I turned to check who it was when Shawn suddenly tackled me to the ground.

"Are you insane!" he shouted in my ear, strangling me in the process. "Do you have any idea what you just did!?"

"Shawn relax," Jason wrenched him off me.

"Relax? Did you not hear what he said?"

"Yeah, I heard him. So what?"

"So what? He just said no to Heartbreak Hailey! He's got to be insane!"

"He's probably got a good reason Shawn. Jeez you're his friend remember? You can't go tackling him when he's already banged up like that. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? There's nothing wrong with me! There's something wrong with him!" he pointed at me as I sat up and rubbed my already bruised ribs.

"There's no point talking to you is there?" Jason helped me to my feet, "You alright man?"

"Yeah, just a little shaken up at the fact that my own fucking friend did that," I replied looking at Shawn.

I tried to take a step forward but was met with a wall of pain that almost caused me to collapse. Luckily Jason caught me and held me up, "Christ bro! Thought you said you were alright?"

"Well I didn't exactly plan on getting my ribs smashed in again," I clutched my side. "Nice catch by the way."

"Don't mention it. C'mon, we need to get you to class so you can rest before this shit storm catches up to you."

With his help, I limped my way to the classroom with Shawn grumbling his annoyance the entire way. It was a pain to listen to the blubbering's of a jealous horn dog the entire way but I was more focused on breathing properly then telling off someone who I thought was my friend to quit being a bitch about it.

When we got to the classroom, Melissa dropped the coffee mug in her hand the moment she saw me. It splattered like a bug on windshield once it hit the ground, the coffee and shattered remnants of the mug flying in directions, but she ignored it all as she rushed to my side.

"What happened to you?" she asked worriedly.

"Long story short, Tucker got in a fight a couple days ago and Shawn decided that it'd be a good idea to tackle him to the ground." Jason explained.

"Why on earth would you do that Shawn?"

He mumbled something under his breath, making sure to look away now that the spotlight was on him.

"I think what he's trying to say is that he hit Tucker in a jealous rage because the love of his life asked Tucker out and he said no." Jason said after helping me to my desk.

"Are you ok?" Melissa asked, leaning down to look at me.

"I'll be fine," I tried to reassure her, "Just wasn't expecting to get hit by my own friend." Resting my head on the desk, I sighed softly, "I just need a couple seconds to recuperate is all."

"Alright, but if you want to go to the nurses office just let me know ok?"

I nodded my head softly as everything slowly but surely started to calm down. Eventually the bell rang to begin class and everyone filed into class, although any idiot could have guessed that there was something wrong. The elephant in the room became clearer as the day went on because no one actually paid attention to Melissa as far as I was aware. There was constant whispering and I caught the occasional glances from my classmates that quickly snapped their attention back towards the front whenever I turned to acknowledge them.

Hailey was the worse as far as I could tell. Since she sat near the front, it meant that everyone could see her statue like body. I'm not even kidding when I thought she had turned to stone because she didn't move an inch all through first session and break, and only after some friends got her attention did she finally get up to go get lunch.

"Jeez, she's taking it pretty rough," Jason said. "Can't really blame her though. I mean, she never takes a chance on any guy, and the first one she does, shuts her down in front of a crowd of people."

"I didn't invite those people did I?" I countered while bringing out my lunch.

"Exactly," Shawn said, sitting down in the desk in front of me, "It's about time someone broke Hailey's heart instead of the other way around."

He went to grab my lunch and I latched onto his wrist angrily.

"You've got a lot of nerve jackass," I growled. "After the shit you pulled this morning you're lucky my hands are wrapped up because if they weren't I would've hit you so hard you wouldn't remember all the hypocritical shit you've done."

"What are you talking about?"

"Dude," Jason shook his head, coming to my defense. "You deserve an award for all the hypocrisy that shoots out of your mouth. Seriously man, fucked up."

"Oh come on," he sounded desperate. "You're not seriously gonna get mad at me right Tucker? Right?"

"Mad? Shawn I'm at the point where I'm wondering why we even hang out," I said.

"Jason talk some sense into him man."

"Hell no. I agree with Tucker. He took a fucking beating protecting one of the billion girls of your dreams and instead of thanking him you just reinjure him. I'm starting to wonder why I hang out with you too."

Like a scolded puppy, he turned around and put his head down but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't pissed off at all the crap he was inadvertently putting me through. I wolfed my lunch down quickly before putting my head down and trying to pretend that I didn't just make headline news at the school again. It was pretty hard though. And by pretty hard, I mean fucking impossible. The doorway out had people looking in…at me, and the classmates that were inside had eyes glued to me like some kindergarten arts and craft project, and it was taken to a new level when I glanced outside and saw people actually standing right outside the window to look at me. My only option was to close my eyes, so that's what I did until the bell to end school rang.

Thanks to my injuries, I couldn't dart out of the school like last time, so instead, I opened up the window and went out that way. Jason laughed so hard he cried, but being the good sport that he was, he followed me out the window and helped me sneak out of the premises before anyone could stop me. We parted ways at the park and I dragged my gimp ass to the restaurant, which was the lone silver lining in all of this.

My apron as well as my old pair of keys was waiting for me inside my locker. I got dressed and looked at the list to see what I'd be doing today. After lucking out with kitchen duty, I joined Rocky in the kitchen.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Turned down the most popular girl in school in front of a couple dozen people. So…no."

"Could be worse."

"How so?"

"You could still be looking for a job."

"Good to be back Rocky."

"Good to have you back."

That was the extent of our conversation, and it brought a smile to my face as I continued to cook without a hitch. It was almost like I hadn't left it all. No one came in and welcomed me back either. Everything went on as if the last couple weeks didn't happen, and if I had to be honest it was just what I needed to relax.

Time flew by and before I knew it, I was already done with my shift. When I went into the locker room to change, Lexi had just finished up her shift as well and was waiting for me to get off. The tension between us had lessoned a bit so I agreed to walk home with her.

"How was school?" she asked.

"Pretty terrible," I kicked a rock down the sidewalk.

"Did something happen?"

"Just school drama. I don't really want to talk about it."

"It can't be that bad can it?"

"It can actually." Rearing back, I punted the rock as far forward as it could. We both followed it with our eyes as it hopped, skipped, and jumped down the side walk at a surprising speed until it bumped into someone's foot. My gaze slowly started to lift up as I got a good view of a very sexy, and very familiar body. "Um, hi Ms. Benson."

"Hello Tucker," she smiled at me before looking at Lexi and I watched as her smiling face slowly morphed into that of a professional poker player's, "And you must be Lexi."

"Um, yes I'm Lexi," she replied giving me an uneasy look. "Who is she?"

"She's my homeroom teacher."

"Oh, well it's nice to meet you Ms. Benson."

"Likewise."

"So," I cautiously began, "Is there something you need Ms. Benson?"

"Yes actually, I was wondering if I could speak with you two."

"Both of us?" she nodded. "Uh, sure, let's go inside I guess."

A tsunami of uneasiness swept over me as I walked over to my door and unlocked it. I had no reason to feel like something bad was going to happen but with the day I was having, I was starting to expect the worst possible outcome with everything I did. Maybe the reason I felt especially wary at the moment was because I've had sex with both of them.

Yeah…something tells me that might be why.

After setting my things down, I went into the kitchen, "Can I get you anything Ms. Benson?"

"No I'm fine."

"Lexi?"

"I'm good thanks."

They both strangely followed me into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table across from one another as I leaned up against the counter and cracked open a soda.

"Well?" Lexi began, "What can we do for you Ms. Benson?"

"I'm here to talk about Tucker and his behavior over the last month."

"And," Lexi looked at me but I shrugged. In all honesty I didn't know where she was going with this either. "What has his behavior been like over the last month?"

"To be frank, it's bad. Over the last month his normally good attitude has shifted drastically. He's always tired, his grades are starting to slip, he hardly talks in class anymore, and when he does it's only to argue with one of his friends. Not only that, but from what his other classmates have told me he even turned down a girl that he had crush on for no reason. And let's not forget the fact that he got into a fight as well. This all started the day you walked into my class as well, which, I might add, was extremely disrespectful and caused a lot of backlash for Tucker by the other students too."

Lexi's eyes slowly narrowed, "So you…think it's all my fault?"

"I do actually."

"You really think I'm the sole cause of all of this?"

"There's no other explanation as to why he's been acting so irrationally, so yes, I do. He also told me that you two had a little bit of history and I know that you forced yourself into his home so it's obvious that you're having a negative impact on him."

"Is that so, Melissa."

That sentence threw up more flags then the U.N.. I haven't said Melissa's first name in front of Lexi yet, so how the fuck does she know that? Unless…oh shit.

Realizing my situation, I tried to leave the room as nonchalantly as possible but Lexi caught my wrist.

"I think we should discuss this," Lexi's tone was surprisingly cheerful, but I could tell it had hidden force behind it. It may have sounded like an offer, but it was really an order. "Don't you Tucker?"

"Yeah, just um, let me grab something from my room," I put up one last desperation play in hopes of escaping but it was foiled by her grip.

"I'm sure it can wait," she yanked me back towards the table. "Please, take a seat." Yep. I'm screwed. I sat down in the chair, slinking as far down as I could without falling down. "So let's talk about this a little more Melissa. What do you think we should do about this little problem?"

"I may be overstepping my boundaries a bit but I think you should leave," Melissa proposed. "Or at least move out of his house."

"Because I'm a bad influence, right?"

"Yes. You're interfering with his education and health."

"All by myself right?"

"Yes."

"No one else is helping?"

"Not that I know off."

"I see. I guess you have a point there, but are you sure I'm the only one at fault?"

Melissa raised a brow, "What do you mean? Do you think there's another person affecting his lifestyle?"

"I don't know," she twirled her hair around her finger, "Is there?"

Call me impatient, but these hints were starting to get on my nerves. Seriously, if this was going to happen then I wanted it to be like ripping off a band-aid. Quick and incredibly painful.

I think Melissa was starting to get the hint because her stone cold expression slowly faded and her eyes moved to meet mine. Of course, I was staring at the center of the table as if my life depended on it so she wasn't going to get any answers from me.

"I guess if you really wanted to point fingers then I might be held a little responsible, but I wouldn't be the only person Melissa. After all," she ceased her hair twirling. "It's not like I claimed that I was pregnant right?"

She exploded to her feet, "Tucker you told her about that!"

All I could do was face palm.

"Nope, someone else did," Lexi smiled. "But I thought she was kidding when she said that Tucker's teacher claimed to be pregnant." And that's why I face palmed. Melissa must've realized it too because she slowly slithered back down onto her seat and groaned while Lexi laughed it up. "So this is the famous Melissa I've heard all about. I'm sorry that I didn't really get a good look at you when I dropped off Tucker's lunch that day but now it all makes sense at least. I'm curious though, how many times have you slept with him?"

"What the fuck?" I interjected. "Why are you asking her that? It has noth-"

"Tucker I'm talking to Melissa right now," she interrupted, using the same tone she used when she blackmailed me into letting her stay here. "However, if she doesn't want to answer then that's fine. But since this is so serious I'd have to go to the principle tomorrow and talk to him about Tucker's recent change in attitude. Of course, he'd have to know all the details, including the fact that Tucker's homeroom teacher had sexual intercourse with him."

"Twice!" Melissa said immediately. "We had sex twice."

"Oh really? I didn't think you guys actually had sex more then once but I guess I was wrong." My hand was glued to my face now as Lexi continued to play Melissa like a drum. "So where did you guys have sex the second time?"

"The park."

"No way! You guys did it outside?" Melissa weakly nodded. "How was it?"

"It was…nice," her voice was reduced to a whisper.

"And who led the charge?" Melissa raised her hand sheepishly causing Lexi to laugh. "He did the thing where he makes you feel special didn't he?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, the first time we had sex he said the cheesiest thing ever to me," she sighed, "But it still made me feel all warm and appreciated inside. Did he do the same thing to you?"

"Kind off. Wait, you guys had sex before?"

"You can answer this one Tucker."

"What? No, keep me out of this." I shook my head. "It's your conversation remember?"

"C'mon Tucker you don't want me to explain what happened do you?"

She's right, I don't want that. "Fine! Six years ago she took my virginity when she was babysitting me. We spent the next month having sex. Happy?"

"You lost your virginity at the age of ten?" Melissa asked. "Was it…willingly?"

I nodded.

"He was just so cute when he was a kid," Lexi rested her head on her hand and looked at me. "That combined with what he said just drove me insane. Plus he was dangling his innocence in front of me like a string in front of a cat. And damn did I want that string."

"Why are you telling her this?" I asked.

"I figured she'd want to know more about you and your sneaky ways."

"Whoa don't try and act like I'm some jackass who says whatever he needs too to win a girl's heart. I meant what I said, to you, and to her."

"And what did he say to you? I want hear it from Melissa's perspective now."

"Well," Melissa began. "He said that if I was pregnant that he'd help raise the kid. He even offered to let me move in with him and talked about getting an extra job if he felt we needed me more and promised to never leave me. Through the whole thing he was calm and collective and never once got angry at me even though I was an emotional wreck. I just…thought it was so sweet of him to say that after everything that happened."

"Where are you living now Melissa. If you don't mind me asking."

"I'm staying in a motel a short walk from the school."

"Perfect!" Lexi clapped her hands together. "I expect you to move all your stuff in by tomorrow."

"What?!" Melissa and I shouted in unison.

"You're moving into this house," she smiled devilishly. "Duh."

"I-I can't!" Melissa shook her head. "He's my student it wouldn't be right."

"Yeah, and it's my fucking house Lexi!" I shouted. "You can't go making decisions like that!"

"But I can," Lexi sang, "because if she doesn't move in, I'll tell the principal all about your little love affair with her." That stopped all protests in their tracks. Melissa, much like myself, was left awestruck. Lexi had just blackmailed both of us into making Melissa move into the house but I have no idea why. "Is there a problem Melissa?"

"N-No. I'll get my stuff and bring it in tomorrow I swear."

"I'm glad you see things my way, now is there anything else you need or will that be all Melissa?" She shook her head. "Well then I'll see you tomorrow!" Lexi showed her out the door and exchanged phone numbers as I followed cautiously. With a fearful wave, Melissa walked out of the house as Lexi slammed the door shut. "I think I'll go make dinner now."

"Start explaining!" I shouted as she walked past me.

"What is there to explain?"

"You just blackmailed my teacher into moving into my house. What the fuck do you think there is too explain?"

"I think you're missing the point. When life hands you lemons," she looked at me expectedly.

"When life hands me lemons? I don't make lemonade. I make life take those fucking lemons back and have them explain why the fuck they think I wanted these lemons in the first place! In fact, I demand to see life's manager because I'm absolutely furious as to why life thinks I want these fucking lemons. What am I gonna do with these lemons huh? Fuck lemonade, I want answers instead!"

"Wow!" she giggled, "I take it you're referring to me when you say life huh?"

"Yep."

"Do you really not like lemons though?"

"Cut the shit and start explaining!" I demanded. "I thought I could finally start trusting you again but then you pull this? What is going on in your head?"

"You'll see."

Call me an animal because I growled threateningly before heading for the door, "I'm going for a walk."

"Ok! Don't be to long though!"

I wasn't in the mood to take orders from her, and since my hands were wrapped up I couldn't take out my rage on a punching bag. So I headed to the one place I knew I could just say whatever I wanted.

"I mean honestly!" I shouted, pacing back in forth. "I can't figure her out at all. This morning I thought things might actually start looking up for me, but holy crap was I wrong! I'm practically being alienated at school, my dream girl is a two faced bitch, my teacher is about to become my roommate, and my old babysitter does whatever she wants. Why is everything so complicated! Is it too much to ask for a simple life?"

I dropped to my knees and took a deep breath. I had been shouting for almost five minutes now and if anyone else was around I'm sure they wouldn't have been particularly happy to me hear what was going on in my life.

"Who am I kidding though?" I mumbled falling backwards, "Life's not simple. It hasn't been simple since you two died." Sighing, I looked at the tombstones of my parents, my tone admittedly becoming quieter as I calmed down. "Just once, I wish you guys would answer me, even if it was just to tell me that this is all my fault, which wouldn't be too far from the truth really. Give me a break though. I know I screwed up in more ways than one, but I don't exactly have someone to teach or reprimand me y'know? The small amount of guidance I have comes from Missy K and even then it's like, only when I screw up and she finds out about it. If I really thought about it though, I should probably stop telling everyone at work about my life. A lot of problems seem to be stemming from that actually." I chuckled a bit before getting to my feet and dusting myself off. "I better get back before she does something else that I'm going to regret. Take care guys…I uh, love you both."

Shoving my hands in my pocket, I turned and left without looking back. I realize that talking to tombstones is about as effective as talking to a mirror, but I guess it was my way of showing that I still remembered them. Not that I'd ever forget them of course. It was just something I started doing whenever I was lost or needed help. That's what normal kids would do right? Talk to their parents about problems. Some problems anyway, I mean, if my parents were alive no way in hell would I have told them about what I did with Melissa and Lexi. I'm stupid but I'm not that stupid.

I was back home before I knew it. Slamming the door shut I walked over to the table where Lexi was already enjoying her dinner.

"Welcome back!" she pulled out a chair next to her and patted it. "Did you have a nice walk?"

I grunted in response, taking a seat and not even bothering to do my usual food protest. She seemed bubbly after seeing me eat her food in front of her now that I had the choice of whether or not I wanted to.

"I'm going to go bed," I announced, leaving my plate at the table. "Before I get blitzed with more surprises."

"You want some company," she purred.

"Nope."

"Suit yourself!"

It was a peaceful night that led into a peaceful morning, and after grabbing my lunch Lexi announced that she was taking the day off to help get Melissa settled in who, coincidentally was also taking the day off. That was good news for me because I needed to do something at work without Lexi interfering, and if I saw Melissa at school right now it'd be more awkward than a hunchback chiropractor.

After successfully hopping through the classroom window again with Jason's help, I sat down in my seat and relaxed.

"Heard we have a sub today," he said leaning back in his chair. "Guess who's not paying attention today."

"You?"

"No, you."

"How is that different from any other day?" I joked.

"You got a point there man," he laughed before abruptly stopping. "Um, Tucker do me a favor and tell me if you see what I'm seeing?"

"Huh?" He pointed towards the front of the class and I skeptically followed it until my jaw dislodged from my mouth. Smack dab in the front of the class was Shawn, and wrapped around his arm was none other then Heartbreak Hailey. I'm not talking like a good, friendly type of thing that you see some guys and girls do around the school, I'm talking pressed against each other as if they were glued that way.

"Wow, she got over you quick."

I looked at him dumbfounded, "Dude you serious right now?"

"What? Man I know she's only doing this to get to you, but damn does she act fast. Give her credit too for finding the perfect idiot to act as her boyfriend."

"You realize this can only end badly though right?"

"The most popular girl in school is currently dating a moron in order to get revenge on the only person that rejected her the day after said rejection took place. This is like the plot to a bad high school romance story. So to answer your question, I'm expecting this to end as badly as every movie directed by M. Night Shyamalan (DOUBLE ZING)."

"Colorful choice of words but I get what you're saying. Plus, I think Shawn's the only person in the school that doesn't realize it. His obsession is going to be his downfall, but…"

"But?"

"But we probably shouldn't say anything."

"What?" Jason leaned forward, "Dude he's being used and abused right now, we gotta step in."

"You want to go tell King Hypocrisy over there that his dream girl is using him? How well do you think that's going to go?"

"Point taken."

"Call me selfish man but this is great news for me. Shawn gets his dream girl and all the attention will now be thrust his way. Maybe now I can make it a month without fighting off questions and listening to ridiculous about myself."

"Alright man, I'll play along I guess."

"Thanks. I'm pretty sure if Shawn was listening he'd thank you too."

"Who am I thanking?" Shawn asked.

"Um," I stammered, admittedly caught off guard by his sudden appearance. "Hey Shawn! What's up?"

"Well," he smiled smugly, "I'd like to introduce you guys-"

"Dude we already know who she is," Jason interrupted. "It's not like we haven't heard you talk about her for the last two years or anything."

"Oh Jason," Shawn shook his head…smugly again. "You know it's alright to be jealous man. We can still hang out, maybe even all four of us. Right babe?"

During this time, Hailey's heat seeking eyes had locked onto mine, and the death stare she was giving me unfortunately had no effect on me this time. After all, this was the break I was waiting for. I mean, holy shit! She practically solved the problem for me. I should be thanking her. Spotlight's off me now and onto the new couple. Can this get any better?

"Babe?"

"Huh?" Hailey snapped out of her trance and looked at Shawn, "Oh yeah. That's fine! I'd like to hang out with you and your friends sometime. I think it'd be awesome!"

I had to cover my mouth to hide the fact that I was smiling so wide. Luckily the bell was on my side today, and it decided to ring before I had to explain why I was starting to shake with laughter. With one last spiteful glance, Hailey whirled around and let Shawn walk her to her seat

"I think I found another silver lining in all this too," Jason said with contemplative nod of his head.

"What's that?"

"We don't have to put up with his hypocrisy as long as she keeps him busy." We bumped fists in approval.

"Don't get me wrong though, he's still our friend. A terrible friend, but still a friend."

"Yeah man, but as long as we're on this ride it can't hurt to enjoy it right? Or does that make us bad friends?"

"I could care less right now to be honest. I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts."

Now that I had some good news, the rest of the day was sunshine and unicorns and anything else that could be associated with happiness. Hailey took Shawn to lunch with her so I enjoyed lunch with Jason, uninterrupted by Shawn's bullshit and finally able to relax now that all eyes were on him. It was so perfect that I was able to walk out of the school as just another student instead of the target of whispers and pointed fingers.

The walk to work was a breeze too, and the best part was that I met the perfect person in the locker room.

"You look happy today Tucker," Melody greeted.

"Yep. Today was a good day."

"What happened?"

"Not going to tell ya," I smiled.

"Why not?"

"Because every time I tell you something, you go straight to Missy K about it or go to Lexi. Don't think I don't know that you've been telling her about all the stuff I've gotten into over the last two years, and frankly I'm kind of annoyed that you'd sell me out for pussy." Never thought I'd say that too a girl but I guess anything could happen today. Best part was that I wasn't even yelling at her, I was just talking normally. "But I realized this morning that you got what was coming too you."

"What?"

"Melissa moved into my house today."

"What!?" she slammed her locker shut. "Your teacher?"

"Yep, and the best part is that Lexi was the one who invited her. You're dream girl might have a thing for my teacher instead of you," I finished changing and walked past her.

"She did what!"

"Karma's a bitch ain't it?"

Shoving open the door, I went to work with a genuine smile on my face. Because my injuries were still healing I was on kitchen duty again but that was just fine with me. Leo was working with me today and he was just glad to see me back at the restaurant so I caught him up on things that I had done while I was looking for work. Of course I left out everything involving the three main problems in my life, Lexi, Melissa, and Hailey. It was a sure fire way to make sure I wasn't going to get shit from Missy K about the reemergence of Melissa, or the fact that I was intentionally letting my friend get played just so I could finally get some peace and quiet.

Guilt would eventually catch up to me, but right now I could give two shits about that. I finished up my shift without a hitch and left the restaurant at around eight. My good mood was even more obvious when I came home and smiled goofily all the way to the table, ignoring the fact that Melissa was sitting in the living watching TV.

Fuck it! Not even the fact that she moved in could ruin this day.

"Well you look like you've had a good day," Lexi said while putting away some of the dishes. She went over to the microwave and pulled out my plate and set it on the table. "Did something happen?"

"I think today was probably the best day I've had since you moved in," I admitted. "Everything went right for once. I got Melody back, cooking duty with Leo, actually stayed awake in class, stopped all rumors about me in the school, and let my horrible friend date the girl of his dreams allowing me to enjoy lunch peacefully without him spewing out bullshit."

"Wait what happened at school?" Melissa got up from the couch and joined us in the kitchen. Instead of her normal prim and pressed attire she was wearing a long sleeve shirt and yoga pants which looked pretty damn nice on her to be honest.

"Hailey's dating Shawn now," I said, shoveling food into my mouth.

"What? But I thought she asked you out yesterday?"

I nodded my head before swallowing, "She did, but now she's with Shawn so I don't care."

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long time," Lexi said.

"Huh? Why would she do that so suddenly?" Melissa asked.

"To make me jealous," I shrugged. "Shawn's obsessed with her so he probably doesn't even realize it."

"That's terrible."

"No, that's awesome. I've been in the limelight for too long thanks to that girl, and now she's willingly taken it away so I'm gonna enjoy this time while it lasts."

"But what about your friend?"

"He'll live. Trust me. And even if I wanted to stop them, I couldn't. Shawn's not going to listen to anything I say and unless I ask Hailey out, she's not going to care about what I say either. My hands are tied and I've never been happier."

"Sounds like we should celebrate!" Lexi said abruptly. "Tucker had a good day and our new roommate is all settled in now."

"Oh no!" I stood up, "I'm getting as far away from you as possible."

"Awe, how come?"

"Because I know that if anyone can ruin this day, it's you. Plus I don't want to hear your crazy idea for celebrating." I looked at Melissa, "If you need anything you know where to find me."

I retreated to my room and sat down at my desk to do some homework. It was pretty boring and a couple of times I couldn't help but close my eyes and rest my head. Eventually I did start chipping away at it until I heard a knock on my door and I tilted my head in curiosity.

"Uh, come in Melissa," I said.

The door opened to reveal that I was right, "How'd you know it was me?"

"Lexi wouldn't knock."

"I see," she laughed. "Do you have some time to talk or are you busy?"

"Sure, we can talk." She nodded and sat down on my bed, "So what's up?"

"I-I just don't know to be honest."

"You don't know what's up?"

"I mean I don't know exactly what's going on. Lexi just forced me to move in here but when we were moving my stuff into my new room she acted like we were best friends. Completely different from how she acted yesterday."

"Sounds about right."

"Is there a reason she's doing that? Like, I didn't realize it until I went home yesterday but she was smiling the whole time she was blackmailing us."

"Also sounds about right."

"But why? Don't you know anything about her?"

"Not really. I mean, yeah she babysat me but we didn't talk that much. Even when we started having sex we never talked about each other. The only thing I know about her is that she loves the mess with people, and I'm pretty sure you've figured that out by now. I guess the only time I really saw her worried or upset was when I got into a fight, other then that she's been parading her blissful attitude around without a care in the world."

"She must care about you then."

"You're probably right, but she does have a weird way of showing it. So what do you think about all this?"

"About all of what?"

"Well, you moved into my house," I chuckled. "Are you happy, sad, scared, don't care?"

"I…guess I'm a little happy. The motel really wasn't that glamorous and it doesn't compare to your house at all. What about you?"

I shrugged, "Don't really know what to feel. I mean, I don't hate you, but given our past encounters I thought it might be a little awkward y'know? For you at least."

"For me? You're telling me that you don't feel awkward at all seeing me in your house? Clothed I might add."

"Not really. At school it's a little weird but after awhile I finally stopped picturing you naked."

"You were picturing me naked at school?"

"Maybe," I spun around in my chair to avoid eye contact.

She giggled a bit, "I guess I can't really control that can I?"

"Sadly no, but I've admittedly gotten better at it. Maybe that's why I don't think it's so awkward to see you in my home. Yeah, we had sex, and since Lexi knows it why hide the fact that I'm kind proud of having sex with you?"

"Proud?"

"As a peacock."

"With me?"

"Should I not be?"

"I'm not saying that it's just that compared to Lexi I'm not exactly up to par."

I turned back around with a funny look on my face, "How so?"

"Well she's younger, more attractive, curvier, and doesn't look like a nerd." She pointed to her glasses.

"I kind of like your look to be honest. So what if you have glasses and age doesn't really have anything to do with it. Plus you can't compare Lexi's look to yours, you both dress and act completely different. She's loud and eccentric and you're more quiet and composed. I also think you got her won in the boob department."

She blushed at me as I got up and stretched out.

"All finished?" she asked.

I had been done since she came inside but I don't think she realized that so I just played it cool. "Yep. All done."

"Mind if I check it?"

"Wouldn't that be cheating to have a teacher check my answers?"

"I'm not going to give you the answers, I'll just tell you which ones are wrong," she got up and walked to the desk as I plopped down onto my bed.

"Knock yourself out I guess."

While she combed over my work I closed my eyes and listened to her quiet humming. My eyes shot open a couple minutes later however when she hopped onto the bed and laid next to me.

"Looks good," she smiled.

"Yeah you do," I replied coolly.

"Using your words again huh?" she glanced up at the ceiling. "Be honest, is it intentional?"

"Is what intentional?"

"What you say? Like, what you just said to me about how I look. Are you planning that out or what?"

"I'm pretty straight forward I guess, I mean, I know when to lie but I don't like to unless it's a sticky situation. Plus, how could I plan it? I'm not that smart."

"Well you definitely know how to make a girl feel good about herself. Is this the part where I throw myself at you?"

"You don't have to throw yourself at me, I could just get on top of you if you want."

"Then why don't you?" she glanced at me, playfully shrugging.

She was basically taunting me, but I had no idea whether or not she wanted me to actually do it or what it would lead to for that matter. I almost decided not to, but then I realized that this day was letting me get away with whatever the fuck I wanted to so I was going for it!

I rolled over and pounced on top of her with a playful smile. She giggled as I hovered over her body, staring at her adorable face as she blushed.

"So what do I win?" I asked.

"What do you want?" she fired back.

"How bout a kiss?"

"Kind of bold but I think I can manage that."

I leaned down and kissed her.

"Maybe one more," she smiled, leaning up to kiss me again.

After that kiss, something turned on inside of us both. She lost her playful stare, taking off her glasses and carefully setting them on the nightstand while never taking her eyes off of my hungry gaze. It may have started off harmless but after two kisses it was already heading downhill.

She moved her hands onto my back and I moved back down as we started making out. Our kissing didn't become lustful, and sloppy like our last two meetings. These were slow, and tender. Even when we started French kissing neither of us immediately dominated the other, instead we let our tongues intertwine and enjoyed the feeling.

It was romantic, which was completely different from all the other times I've had sex so I was content with keeping it like this, but Melissa had a different idea. She grabbed my shirt and pulled it over me, tossing it to the side and pushing me over onto my back. Getting rid of her shirt immediately after, she slowly started kissing her way down my body until getting to my waist. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off revealing my dick that was already covered in pre-cum. Not wanting to waste anytime, she wrapped her mouth around my dick and started sucking on it while I moaned.

Her ass was sticking up high in the air to my left so I grabbed her yoga pants and slid them down to her knees, rubbing two of my fingers over her soaking wet pussy while she continued to suck. I shoved them both in after that and I noticed she started sucking faster as well, moaning into my dick while I continued to play with her pussy.

My door suddenly slammed opened scaring the shit out of both of us.

"Gotcha!" Lexi announced walking into my room.

Melissa and I froze like teenagers caught…doing what we were doing basically.

"This isn't what it looks like," Melissa said for some odd reason.

"This isn't? Then do you mind explaining what you're doing half naked on Tucker's bed with two of his fingers shoved into your pussy and your mouth right next to his dick?" After neither of us answered she shook her head, "I can't believe you two."

I slowly removed my fingers from Melissa's pussy but that proved to be a big mistake.

"What do you think you're doing Tucker?" Admittedly I didn't know how to answer that question with turning beat red. She walked over to the bed and grabbed my hand, "You need to finish what you started."

"W-What?"

She grabbed my two fingers and shoved them back inside Melissa's pussy. Melissa immediately gasped causing Lexi to giggle evilly.

"Look at how wet she is," she ran one of her fingers over Melissa's clit and started to rub. She immediately gasped again as Lexi gave her ass a good smack, "C'mon Melissa, start sucking."

I could see the hesitation in her eyes but she leaned back down and started sucking my dick again. Lexi was enjoying the situation too much as I glanced at her plastered smile. She moved her hand to Melissa's tit and started pinching and squeezing one of her nipples causing her to stop sucking and let out a long moan. Lexi climbed onto the bed after that and lifted up Melissa's head, stealing a kiss from her immediately.

"Mind if take it from here," she asked, taking off her shirt and undoing her bra.

Melissa nodded her head weakly as Lexi bent and licked my dick clean. It sent shivers through my body as she sucked on the tip of it while slowly jacking me off with her other hand. Melissa took my hand out of her pussy, bringing it up to her mouth and sucking on it like pacifier. Once it was all clean she leaned down to kiss me, her hesitant look replaced by a lustful one as we started making out again all the while Lexi continued to suck my dick.

She stopped a few seconds later however, and I was so caught up with kissing Melissa that I didn't notice her as she climbed on top of my dick. I moaned loudly, cutting off my kissing and causing Melissa to investigate as well, and the look on her face when she saw Lexi riding my dick could've broken someone's heart.

Realizing this, I whispered "I can eat you out if you want."

Her attention shot back to me as she immediately got up and placed her knees next to my head, lowering her pussy down onto my face. It was hard to concentrate with Lexi moaning and the warm feeling of her pussy as I slid up and down my dick, but I tried my best to lick Melissa's pussy any and every way I could think of. Since I liked her taste however, it became easier for me because I just licking and probing her hole as she started moaning loudly as well, grabbing her tit with one hand and balancing herself with the other.

It quickly turned into a hot, sweaty, and loud mess as we all lost ourselves in the sex. Melissa was the first to cum, moving her hand to her clit and rubbing it furiously until she started shouting out, "I'm cumming!"

I was showered in her juices as she shakily climbed off of me, breathing heavily and turning to look at Lexi who was bouncing up and down. Melissa grabbed onto her tits and got a little revenge as she squeezed them together and played with them.

"M-Melissa please stop," Lexi pleaded, "or else I'm gonna…I'm gonna…fuck I'm cumming!" She shut her eyes as Melissa continued to play with her tits.

"I think I'm going to cum too," I mumbled, "Shit. Here it comes."

Lexi climbed off me unexpectedly and I was about to ask what the fuck she was thinking when I realized why she did it. Her and Melissa started licking my dick at the same time and the moment I felt both of their tongues I shot my load all over both of their faces.

A huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders as I hazily looked at Lexi and Melissa as they wiped cum off their faces. Of course, Melissa took all the cum she wiped off her face and swallowed it, even leaning back down and sucking every last bit of cum off my slowly shriveling dick. Lexi on the other hand was fine with just licking a bit of cum off her fingers before letting Melissa take the rest.

"I think we should celebrate more often," Lexi looked at me, licking her lips and smiling.

"I-I kind of agree with you," Melissa admitted sheepishly.

I closed my eyes and smiled, mumbling the words, "Best. Day. Ever."