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I BLAME WITCHER 3!

THIRTY-FOUR

I though next time Marco and I were this close, I'd resist.

I didn't.

While pushing Marco into the cubicle and closing the door, I grazed his lips with mines, waiting to see if he reacted, if it was a good idea to do this now and here of all places, but when he bit my lips back, I snapped and lost control of myself.

I began to kiss him at a normal pace, biting his lower lip in the process, pushing him to wall with a loud thud. He groaned a bit, but I got closer to him nonetheless. Our bodies were glued due to the sweat; the stench we both emanated wasn't pleasing, but we ignored it. Again, I felt like the world spun around us only: it was just me and him. As I kissed him deeper, the warmth and electricity rushed through me, my hearts beats increasing. I lent my arm over his head while the other one placed on his cheek. I rubbed it while I kissed him deeper and deeper. When our tongues intertwined, my body burned. Fuck, I mentally cursed when he licked the roof of my mouth, how can he kiss this good? I then wondered if he was a virgin or not. I mean, at least he must have had a girlfriend or boyfriend before. The though pissed me off.

Our kiss was fully synchronized and I was amazed at how well he kept up with me this time. How much time has passed now? My body sweated worse than doing exercises. I slid my hand from his cheek to the back of his head. I pulled him closer and closer to me until I could literally feel the back of his mouth. In an attempt to hide my lack of breath, I slid my tongue all the way to his neck –just where his freckles laid, the spot I enjoyed most. I sucked in, hard, ignoring his drop of sweats, savoring his soft vanilla skin. He moaned. When I toyed with his earlobe with my tongue, he moaned again, louder, reaching my ears. I wanted to hear him again, so I sucked on his skin, only this time, just below his chin. Another moan. Oh God. My body ached for so much more…

He panted, -"Weren't you… going to tell me something?"- He managed to speak through hard breaths.

-"Y-yeah,"- I muttered, still sucking in his sink, -"I… I wanted to…"- What was it again? My voice trailed off as I slid my hand through his rear, feeling his sweaty back.

He flinched a bit, recalling our last encounter, -"Jean…"- He breathed out my name as I lowered my hand…

And then I remember why I wanted to talk to him in the first place. Slowly pulling my hand away, I looked at him in the eye. His face burned just like mines. He bit his lip as he adjusted nervously. How ironic, I wanted to apologize for last time we were in this… situation because I touched him disrespectfully and now… well, I almost did it again. I just wanted to feel him more, but it was too soon, I needed to control myself and my desires.

I rubbed the back of my neck, avoiding eye contact with him, -"I wanted to…,"- I breathed heavily. My stomach swirled nervously, you blew it again, dumbass! –"Apologize for last time…"

He gave me a quizzical look, tilting his head.

-"I uh…, I'm sorry for touching you like that. You must have felt… uncomfortable,"- In an attempt to hide my shame, I covered my face with my hands, -"I'm so sorry… I'm such a rapist."

I was about to storm out when he stopped me and pulled my hands away from my face, -"It's okay, Jean,"- He was still out of breath, but as he looked at me sincerely his face blushed, -"You were just… going too fast, that's all, but I don't think you're a rapist. Don't think so low of yourself."

I bit my lip, -"But I almost…"- I couldn't help it, no matter how many times he told me.

-"I know,"- He smiled warmly, -"And it's not that I felt disgust or anything,"- My face burned as I looked at him. He rubbed his cheek nervously, -"I was just... surprised."

-"Too… soon?"- I asked.

He nodded slowly.

Then I knew. My smile grew, -"So,"- I began, flushing, -"You're a virgin."- I felt kind of… relieved. It was more of a statement, but with a bit of question. I still wanted him to ascertain.

His face burned again while he nodded. God, he looked so fucking cute.

I got closer to him again and gave him a soft kiss very near his lips, holding the urge to make out again, -"It won't happen again. I promise I'll control myself."

He smiled and gaped his mouth until we heard the door opening. We gasped and quickly covered our mouths, shit, shit, shit, shit! Whoever entered was whistling, turning on the sink. Then, he entered one of the cubicles and started peeing, -"Jesus, why won't she just realize?"

I knew that voice: Connie. Please not again, I groaned mentally, recalling when he busted me masturbating right in this bathroom.

Suddenly, he started moaning, -"Sasha, pleaaase."- Louder and louder.

A mischievous grin spread on my lips. Marco gave me a quizzical look and I lip talked him: "Be right back."

I opened the door, not even worried he'll listen because of the loud noises he was doing, -"Sashaaaaa."- He yelled. God, he was worse than me. I wouldn't be surprised if someone from outside heard him.

I hid my grin as I approached him ingenuously, -"Uh, hey,"- I slowly opened the door, a low snort escaping my lips, -"Are you alright?"- When I opened the door completely, he yelped and jumped back. I gaped my mouth, "surprised" to see him in that position, -"C-Connie!?"

Connie had his leg spread open, pants down and jerking his dick off. He quickly stood up and lifted them, -"N-no, dude! This isn't what you think it is!"

Eyes wide open, I began to close the door, -"Whatever you say, man."

He quickly pushed the door open and stood in front of me, forehead sweating as he looked around nervously, -"L-look man,"- He gulped, -"You can't tell anyone, c'mon! Not even Marco!"

I grinned, -"Dude,"- Mockingly, I quoted what he said a few weeks ago, -"That's some pretty serious shit. When are you gonna tell Sasha?"

He pulled his head back a bit, thinking until he snapped, -"Hey, I know what you're doing!"- He said, pointing at me, -"What a dick move, man! Accident happens, y'know? I just happened to be peeing when you were doing your shit!"

He was taking it too serious. I mean, I wasn't angry that he busted me masturbating. I knew it was an accident. Right now, I just wanted to mock him, -"Relax dude, I'm just here to mock you. I won't tell anyone."

-"Is everything alright?"- Marco spoke behind me and I cursed.

Connie gave me a weird look, -"So,"- He began, a grin on his face while he crossed his arms, -"Just here to mock me, eh?"- He snorted, completely ignoring the fact that someone else heard him masturbate.

-"What accident are you talking about?"- Marco asked Connie, concerned.

I launched towards Connie in an attempt to shut him up, -"This guy was masturbating in your name when I accidentally caught him."

-"He… did?"- Marco muttered, his cheeks blushing.

I froze, his voice thrilling me. He didn't sound disgusted or anything, he just didn't expect it. My cheeks heated up, -"Connie!"- I yelled.

-"Wh- I tough you told him!"- He stepped back, hands above him, as if shielding himself. He sounded surprised. Did he really thought I'd tell Marco that?

-"Of course not, you dumbass!"- I shouted and then sighed, running a hand through my hair. Well, now he knew.

-"Opps,"- Connie said, still shielding himself. An awkward silence befell us as I avoided eye contact with Marco. My stomach flipped nervously. I totally wasn't expecting Marco to know I'd masturbate for him, it wasn't in my agenda. I could feel his gaze at me since I was giving him my back, -"Oh shit, wait...,"- Connie began, breaking the silence, -"Does this mean you heard me too, Marco?"- When Marco nodded slowly, -"Oh fuck,"- He knelt in front of us, -"Don't tell anyone, please!"

Marco quickly walked towards him, placing his hand on Connie's shoulder, -"You need to be honest with her, Connie. Tell her how you feel."

-"B-but…,"- Connie sputtered, -"I already tried, but I can't. I get too nervous."

This was kind of familiar. Oh, whoever could he remind me of?

-"Then keep trying,"- Marco encouraged, giving him a smile,-"Don't give up. What good will your feelings be if you don't tell her? If you don't, you'll regret it in the future."- He spoke, his voice filled with wisdom, like he told that to himself a million times. If he did, I wondered if it was about me.

After a while of pondering, Connie nodded, slowly standing up, -"Yeah, you're right,"- He gave Marco a wide smile, -"Thanks man! Oh, and Jean?"- I looked at him, -"Sorry for, er… you know. I really though you told him."

I just shrugged, debating whether or not to believe him, but quickly dropped it. What good will it do now? Marco already heard him, -"It's fine."

-"And please, don't tell anyone else!"- And with that, he left, leaving me and Marco alone.

Awkwardness befell us once more for several more minutes. Now that Marco knew I… jerked in his name, I felt really awkward. It shouldn't be that much of a problem, people masturbate all the time, but still…, I then wondered if Sasha will ever know Connie did it too for her.

The bell's penetrating ring snapped me from my thoughts and I quickly sighed in relief, -"Uh… we should get going."- I said, walking past Marco while avoiding his eyes. God, you're such a pussy!

He followed after me and we both headed outside where Marco's mom waited already.

I waved Marco farewell as I started walking to the pavement after I got a text from Dad saying he was going to stay in the hospital until he stopped me, -"Let Mom drive you back, okay?"- He said, his eyes full of concern.

Dammit, I couldn't accept any more generosity from them, but looking at his eyes I knew he was pleading me to say yes. He wanted to do anything to help me, but he's already done so much for me… I couldn't possibly accept…

Before I could give him any excuse, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the car, -"No excuses. Come on!"

When I got in, -"Uff, what is that smell?"- Marco's mother chuckled, -"You boys have been doing quite the workout, huh?"

Marco and I looked at each other, -"Yeah,"- Marco said while dropping his backpack, -" is kind of strict."- "Kind of" didn't even cut it.

We headed off and I gave Marco's mother directions to my home. She had soft violin melodies on Pandora and I was beginning to get drowsy…, -"Since your father is probably going to stay in the hospital for a few days, I thought I could drop you in and pick you up from school,"- Marco's mom spoke, her words barely reaching me, I didn't processed it, -"So, what do you think?"

-"Huh?"- I muttered, my brain not making sense of anything.

She looked back from her shoulder and chuckled, -"Well, well, you're falling asleep."

I quickly shook my head, -"Um…,"- I began, rubbing my forehead in an attempt to keep myself awake, -"What were you saying again?"

-"I said that I can drop you in school and pick you up after classes during these days."- She repeated, a smile on her face, meaning she was willing.

A few minutes ago, Dad texted me saying he was going to stay at the hospital, but he didn't specify how long though, -"It's fine,"- I said, now rubbing my eyes, trying to come up with an excuse. I couldn't possibly accept the offer, -"He'll be back in a few days. Besides, I can walk. No problem."

-"No excuses. Period."- She said, just like Marco a few minutes ago. She knew I lied. In Mom's condition, it was more likely that he was going to stay for two weeks or so.

I sighed in defeat, realizing that I couldn't do anything else but keep coming up with excuses and lies she nonetheless wouldn't buy, -"Alright then. Th-thank you."- Even if I say no, both of them were going to keep insisting.

It wasn't that bad when I kept thinking about it along the way. It was way better than walking and even better than paying a taxi. What worried me, however, was the car's fuel. I was aware this car drained fuel real quickly, so maybe I could lend 10 dollars or so…

But when I offered her after she dropped me at home, she denied it, -"Don't worry. We'll manage. Worry about yourself,"- She advised, -"Give us a call if you need anything, alright? Food, water… anything."- She emphasized on 'anything'.

I was scratching the back of my neck, unable to react. Why was she being so nice with me? I can take care of myself. I think she was doing enough by dropping me here, anything else was too much to ask. I nodded nonetheless, -"S-sure…"

I watched them leave wistfully. When I entered, the house was in utter silence. No Dad to scold me about punching people, no Mom to shout at me…; I started missing those traits, my chest tightening. Coldness started to wrap around me as I walked the empty hallway to my room. God, the silence was unbearable.

I dropped my backpack along the way and sat in my bed, resting my arms on my knees and looking down. Now what? I was at a loss until my stomach grumbled. After a quick bath and change of clothes, I headed downstairs and ate whatever I saw first which was an already made sandwich. I quickly recognized it as Dad's lunch. He probably forgot it this morning while he was in a hurry.

After swallowing the last bite, I sat on the couch- well, Mom's couch, seeing as she's the only one who spends a whole day in it. Mindlessly, I turned on the TV and it immediately started off in one of her novels. Like always, some guy is desperately in love with one girl but that girl was married to some asshole who was rich and yadda-yadda. Everyone in the novel was so dramatic. Yet, I kept watching it. Like my eyes were glued to it. A sudden sorrow and longing welled me. I placed my hand on my face, squeezing my eyes shut. I tried sealing off the tears… but it was hopeless. I cried and cried for hours. I want her here, God, please. I want Mom here in this very same couch watching her novels all days, I wanted to hear her shout, I wanted… I wanted…

I was slipping, slowly losing my grip on my sanity. I needed someone…, I felt so alone.

After that, it was all blackness.