Sweet But Psycho

Chapter 1

Kyle's POV

"Kyle, we better stop. The bell just rang…" Jenny Simons tells me. I shut her up by kissing her again. She pulls away. "Come on Kyle!" She chuckles.

"Fine, I'll let you go. I'll call you later beautiful." I wink at her. She blushes and walks away.

Let me explain things, Jenny isn't my girlfriend. She probably thinks she is, but she's not. There's too many girls in this school for me to be committed to one and one only. I'm only 16, what's the point of being in a committed relationship anyway? The girls I deal with know what's up and they don't seem to mind so why should I?

This all started in 7th grade. I was in a relationship with Rebecca. Then Kenny introduced me to one of his cousins. I ended up banging her and Rebecca found out. I felt bad for her at first, but then Kenny told me there's nothing to feel bad about and she'll move on so I need to do the same. He ended up introducing me to another girl after I started dating another girl and I realized I'm too young to be tied to one girl.

It became easier once I hit high school. I'm 6'3 and captain of the basketball team. These dumb whores practically throw their panties at me when I walk by. Who am I to turn down these beautiful creatures?

"Hey dude!" That's my best friend Stan Marsh. He's always giving me shit about the way I treat girls. Which I'm sure he's about to do right now. It's not my fault that he's in a relationship where he's pussy whipped. He needs to step his game up.

"What's up dude?" I greet him.

"I just came to get my chemistry book. What's going on with you?"

I shrug. "You know, the usual."

"Still playing games with the girls?" He rolls his eyes.

"It's not playing games when they're aware I'm not serious about any of them."

"Serious or not, you should think about the risks. Like catching a disease or something."

"That's what these are for." I grab a condom out of my wallet and throw it at him. "Besides, you're more at risk of catching a disease than I am dealing with that whore of girlfriend you have."

"She's not a whore!"

"Everyone knows she gets around!"

"She got drunk at a party and had sex with Kenny. She made a mistake."

I laugh. "You're a naïve fool if you really believe that!"

"Whatever dude."

"Kenny wasn't the only one. She's slept with Craig and Clyde too!"

"Can we change the subject please?" I can tell he's getting upset. He knows his girlfriend is a slut. I think he only stays with her because he's afraid to dump her. She wears the pants in that relationship.

"I'm sorry the truth hurts." Just then, I see a beautiful black girl walk by and go to a locker. Damn, she's fine and clearly new. "Who is that?" I ask rhetorically.

Stan looks over and then looks at me confused. "Dude, that's Nichole Daniels. Remember, she went to elementary school with us?"

I think about it for a minute and it comes back to me. She was the only black girl in our school. "I do remember her. Where has she been?"

"She went private school in middle school and now she's switched back to public."

I raise my eyebrow. "How do you know all of this?"

"Wendy kept in touch with her."

"I see. I'm surprised she never told me this."

"Well it's not like you two are exactly friends..."

"Touché." I look at Nichole. "But damn, look at her! Slim with curves in all the right places. Look at that ass." She's about 5'6, slim, average size titties, wide hips, and a big ass! I just want to grab that ass!

"I don't think she's your type." Stan tells me.

I laugh. "Girl is my type. I'll be tapping that ass before the week is over with!"

"Good luck..."

"Just you watch me!" I walk up to Nichole and lean up against her locker. "Hi Nichole."

She looks up at me in shock. "Kyle? Hi, it's nice to see you. I'm surprised you remember me."

"How can I forget a face that beautiful? You were one of my first crushes."

"I was?"

I nod and stare her up and down. "Yes, I see puberty did wonders for you. You've only gotten finer with age!"

"Umm...thanks." She looks away and I notice a small smile on her face.

I run my fingers through her hair. "Aww, are you shy?"

She shakes her head. "No, I just wasn't expecting any compliments especially on my first day."

I gently turn her head so that she's looking at me. "There's plenty more where that came from. How would like me to take you out to lunch today?"

"You mean eat together on the cafeteria?"

"Yuck! No one eats in there. We can go to real restaurant."

Nichole raises her eyebrow. "We can leave campus?"

I chuckle. She's so new, it's cute. "Yes, as long as you're in a car...which I have."

"Oh..."

"So what do you say?"

"I don't know. Can I think about it?"

"You only have a few hours until lunch. Give me your number. I'll text you during fourth period."

"Umm...okay." I hand her my phone and she adds her number and gives it back to me.

"I'll see you at lunch, beautiful." I gently touch her chin.

Nichole frowns. "I haven't said yes yet."

"You will." I wink at her before she walks off. I walk back over to Stan and smirk.

"Dude…" He says as his jaw drops.

"Did I say the end of the week? I'll be tapping that by the end of the day!"

Stan rolls his eyes. "If you say so."

"I do!"

"I don't know dude. Nichole isn't like the other girls."

"What do you mean?"

"She seems kind of...uptight."

I laugh as that's rich coming from him. "That will change once I stick this dick in her!"

Stan covers his ears. "Dude, I wish you wouldn't talk like that."

"Why?"

"It just seems so dirty!"

I laugh even harder. "You say Nichole seems uptight?"

"Forget I said anything. I have to get to class." He walks off.

"Oh come on! Don't be like that Stan!" I yell out, but he ignores me. Just then, I see Lola walking by looking fine as ever. "Hey baby!" I call out to her.

Nichole's POV

I won't lie, I spent most of the morning thinking about Kyle. He's even cuter than he was in elementary. I'm honestly surprised that a girl like me would be his type. I want to go out with him to see where it goes, but at the same time, I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a date before so I don't know what to do or how to act.

I have my 4th period class with Wendy and Bebe. They come up to me before class starts. "We saw you talking to Kyle earlier." Wendy tells me.

I nod. "He asked me out to lunch."

Bebe smacks her forehead. "What did you say?"

"I didn't answer him. He took that as a yes."

"Are you interested in him?"

I shrug. "I don't know. I mean, I'm so use to being around all girls so I've never had a guy hit on me before. I don't know how to take him." My previous school was an all girl's school.

"You need to be careful!" Wendy warns me.

"Why?"

"Because Kyle is a ladies' man! He'll screw you and throw you away like trash!" Bebe nods in agreement.

"He's basically like Kenny…except he has money. Hell, he might even be worse than Kenny because he has money."

I look back and forth at the two of them. "How do you know this? Did he do this to either one of you?"

They shake their heads. "Not me! I'm with Stan, always have been. Kyle isn't my type!" Wendy tells me.

I look at Bebe. "Bebe?"

"No, but he's done this to some of our friends. That's how we know how he is."

"Like who?"

"Heidi, Red, Annie, Rebecca, Theresa, etc., etc., etc!"

I shrug. "Maybe he just didn't really like them."

"You saw him for all of two minutes. Do you really think he has feelings for you that quickly?" Wendy asks me.

I shake my head. "No, but we can get to know each other."

"Just be careful." Bebe warns.

I start laughing. "You make it sound like he's dangerous."

"For someone who doesn't know him that well or have any dating experience like you, he could be."

I shrug. "No offense, but I can take care of myself."

Wendy puts her arm around me. "We're just trying to look out for you."

"I appreciate it, but what could possibly happen?"

"With Kyle...anything." Bebe narrows her eyes. I won't lie, they're making me more nervous than I already was.

"I think you guys are overreacting." Just then, my phone vibrates. I look at it and it's Kyle. "He just sent me a text." I tell them.

"What did he say?" Bebe asks.

"Something came up so he's rescheduling our lunch plans to dinner Friday night." Dinner? On Friday? Oh my God!

"I thought you never said yes?" Wendy asks raising her eyebrow.

"I didn't."

"So why is he rescheduling something you didn't commit to?"

"I don't know…"

"Tell him no." Bebe tells me gently. "You won't regret it."

"Maybe you're right." I respond to Kyle's text saying, "I'll see you Friday night." What's the worst that could happen?