Chapter 6

"Hello," I kiss both Kennedy and Willow on the cheeks respectively, and now they're looking at each other with their jaws hanging open. Class starts in about ten minutes, I came to greet them like I always do, minus the kisses.

"What the fuck was that for," Kennedy is wiping her cheek furiously. If you ask me, I think she's exaggerating just a tad. Willow looks like she's in shock. What? I show my friends love. Sometimes. Besides, turns out a strap-on is way too expensive. When I buy it, it'll be for me.

"It's a thank you," I continue walking down the hall. I could just imagine the wheels turning in their heads right now.

"A thank you for what?" good to know Willow is still alive. I don't think Ken is too happy with how she reacted.

"For getting Buffy to bring me home," I smile.
"You didn't," Kennedy is awestruck.

"You're right, she didn't," Willow gives me a funny look, "I talked to Buffy before I saw you guys, she said that she drove you home and that's it," It kind of surprises me that she doesn't know about the Angel thing.

"Well yeah, but she totally kissed me on the cheek when I left," I'm smiling at them and raising my eyebrows when they burst out laughing.

"What?" they keep walking past me.

"Seriously, what?"

"So lemme get this straight," I have first period with Kennedy, naturally we're sitting next to each other. "She talked to you about her boyfriend, she told you semi-private things, and then kissed you on the cheek?" I nod my head vigorously.

"You do realize she was probably just thanking you for listening right," my face just changes from bliss to confusion in a millisecond.

"Whatever, I know I was getting vibes," I recline back in my chair. At least I think I was getting vibes. How is it that I can land pretty much any girl without even thinking about if she's gay or not, but I can't even interpret my interactions with Buffy.

"Well I know I'm starting to get creepy stalker vibes from you," she retorts.

"I don't stock her!" okay, might've said that just a bit too loud.

"Maybe not, but you're getting obsessed, even more so than when you barely talked to her. At least then we talked about different things, now it's all Buffy this, Buffy that," is she pouting?

"Are you jealous?"

"Fuck no! I'm just trying to help my friend out. I don't want you to get hurt," What's that suppose to mean? "Look Faith, you're one of the best people I know, but I don't want you to get your hopes up about Buffy," Fuck her!

"I've been with straight girls before you know," I had to point that out. I personally believe that there's no such thing as someone who is 100% into the opposite sex.

"That's not what I mean," she gives me a look. For once I wished I didn't know how to interpret all her looks. This is the she's rich, you're poor, she'll never give you a second look, look. Mrs... What is it with me and teacher's names? Starts talking therefore are conversation is effectively over.

"Hey Faith!," Some girl I don't know bounces up to me right before lunch, at least I'm pretty sure I don't know her. Seeing as I have no clue what her name is.

"Uhh... Hi..." she looks pretty sad.

"Rachel, it's Rachel. Do you not remember me," Oh god I see tears forming. Fuck I hate it when girls cry, focus Faith, focus.

"From the Bronze?" That's the safest choice.

She nods her head, the tears are momentarily gone, thank God.

"I was thinking that maybe we could get together tonight to talk about our future," huh?

"Seeing as I gave you my virginity, I believe it's only fair if you meet my parents. I've already told them about you, they're very excited to say the least. I find it's best to be honest about everything in my life with my parents, in return they give me the freedom to be who I want yo be, therefore they accept the fact that I am no longer theirs, and that I am now yours," did she really just say that in one single breath? But more importantly, WHAT?

"Listen Rachel," oh no, she has mean puppy dog eyes, and by mean, I mean totally cute, "I'm not exactly into relationships," she gasps. Oh. Now I remember her. For a virgin, she sure was pretty awesome in bed.

"But," Oh no. Tears. I have no idea what to do right now. Should I pat her on the back? Ya, I can do that.

"There, there," now I'm engulfed in a huge hug, she's seriously cutting off my circulation.

"Y-y-you s-said, that you loved me. And, and that I'd be yours forever if I had sex with you," okay, I'm a douche.

"I meant that. Sort of," she waits for me to go on. I'm so not gona have time to eat lunch.

"You see, I love sex," I think I'm making this worse, "so because I love sex, I like to show girls that there really special to me by having sex with them, but that doesn't mean I want to be their girlfriend," Yes, I realize that I sound like a slut. Maybe she'll leave me be.

I start caressing her cheek with my thumb, I am so smooth, "But you see, you're a wonderful person and you deserve much, much better than me," she's shaking her head back and forth.

"But I want you," this is going to be harder than I thought. I think I'm going to have to whip out my inner Puck. Now that I think of it, this Rachel is a hell of a lot like Rachel Berry.

"Okay Rach. I really didn't want to have to say this but-" I didn't even get to say that I just wanted her because she has a hot bod, and that I was pretty drunk that night, before she jumps me. Her lips are on mine, and I'm trying to push her off of me, were in the hallway for fucksakes and I don't want to be sending her anymore mixed signals, but she is just not letting me go. Good thing the hall is pretty much empty, everyone is still in the cafeteria. My stupid body is reacting to this and I've never denied my body what it wanted. As soon as her tongue touches my bottom lip I open up to her. Stupid fucking hormones. She may not be that experienced, but damn.

I push her into the closest girls washroom, which is thankfully vacant, and pull her into the first stall I see. When I turn around from locking the stall, she's up against the wall, all flushed and ready to fuck, I'm so going to regret this.

"I knew you wanted me," I'm not even going to bother clearing that up, I'm too horny to, and she's fucking sexy. Long brown hair, perfect tan, just a bit shorter than me so I can still feel in charge (What? I like having control okay.) She must also be a Glee fan because she's wearing a Rachel Berry outfit, and fuck me it's hot. Short skirt, tight sweater, and those knee highs. Mmm.

I push her hard up against the wall, and that's when I realize how long it's been since I've had sex. We're making out pretty heavily, I think she's trying to prove herself to me or something, which is making this much better than the last time I fucked her.

I remember it clearly now, it was about a month ago, she looked all sad at the Bronze, so I asked her what was up. Will and Ken were making out at the couches, and I was left to fend for myself. Rachel was incredibly nervous, I turned on the charm. Apparently she was anxious about her upcoming dancing competition, or singing, can't really remember. She was leaving town for a competition in L.A, that must be why this is the first time I've seen her since then. Anyways, as always I decided to take the pretty girl back to my place, didn't take much convincing. She asked about my parents and I laughed, like my mom would be home before morning. So the gist of our encounter was that I was drunk and she was lookin a lot like Rachel Berry, and I kind of have a celebrity crush on her. I never thought she'd take all that flirting so seriously, I say that love crap to all the girls I try getting into bed with.

Back to the now, she's definitely more into this than the last time, she's also way more confident. She's pulling up her skirt and rubbing herself on my thigh that's between her legs. She's trying to get to my abs, "You have a great body Faith,"

"Not so bad yourself," I punctuate by running my hand up her sides and sucking on her neck, shes liking this a lot. I know shit is gona hit the fan when this is over, might as well enjoy myself. You're probably thinking I'm a horrible person. I don't disagree with you. My philosophy goes a little something like this, if I can't have Buffy. Might as well have everyone else (of the female variety).

She's finally got my shirt off, I didn't realize she was trying so hard until she let out a little squeal as it went above my head. She quite forcefully pulls my hands off of her and drops to her knees, kissing her way down my stomach while she tries to unbutton my jeans. Guess she really wants to impress. Once she gets them unbuttoned, she tries pulling them off but there not exactly baggy jeans, I cut her some slack and help her out. One of my pant legs is still around my ankle when I feel her push my legs apart. I feel so fucking dirty right now, I'm with a girl I barely know and she's about to give me head in the school washroom. Just another day in the life of Faith.

I wouldn't even know if someone else was here right now because Rachel just took her first lick, and I think she's been practising. I'm trying not to moan, but that's turning out to be pretty counter productive seeing as all she wants to do is make me scream her name. I can tell. Well fuck her, I won't give her that satisfaction.

"Oh God yes!" yeah I think I made that worse, but she's moving inside me now, two fingers right away, it's like she knows what I need. I feel her trying to come back up, probably to kiss me. I'm definitely not gona give her that , so I hold her head in place, nice and tightly.

I can feel my thighs trembling, I'm about to come. She gets the idea and starts sucking my clit. Hard. And Bye Bye Faith. I'm so gone right now. So much better than lunch. I feel her come up and guide me to the toilet seat, which she close first. Thank you. She then straddles my bare thighs and starts kissing my neck.

"Was that okay," she asks, she actually seems scared that I'll say no. Why do I always pick the insecure ones?

"Mhmm," is all I manage to get out. She takes my wrist to get a look at my watch.

"The bell is going to go soon," she says shyly, she's waiting for my reaction to what just happened. When she sees that I have nothing to say, she starts trying to get my pants back on. I push her hands away, I can pull up my own pants thank you very much.

"Right, so about that," meaning the sex we just had. Crap. I can't let her down after that. Maybe I can convince her to be fuck buddies.

We're semi-presentable when we come out of the stall and see that no one else is in here. Besides I'm pretty sure that if anybody walked in, they walked straight back out after hearing what was going on.

"So do you want to meet my parents?" Fuck, forgot about the crappy part of this situation I've found myself in.

"Actually, I was thinking maybe we could just be friends,"

"Why?"

"Well, do you want me to be honest?" I ask.

"Of course, honesty is the best policy," who says that under the age of forty?

"I'm in love with someone, that isn't you," I close my eyes and wince at what I know is coming. I've been slapped before. I can handle it. When I realize nothing has happened I slowly open my eyes to see that instead of being faced with an angry girl, I'm faced with a broken one. Her eyes are red, and I see tears escaping her watery eyes.

"Oh, okay. I'll just," she gestures towards the door. I feel like a dick.

"Rachel,"

"No, no. It's okay. I get it," she rushes out of the wash room and I stupidly follow her because sad girls are my weakness. By the time I'm out of the bathroom she's halfway down the hall. I glance to the side and see Buffy staring straight at me at her friends locker, with a questioning look on her face and dare I say it, sad look.