Author's Note: Hello wonderful readers! I am so excited about this story. I would consider this my first official "songfic." Some of the other stories I've written were inspired by songs, but this one I pulled in all the lyrics (in order) and incorporated them into the story. I took some creative liberties and changed some of the pronouns and phrasing to get the words to flow in the story, but other than that the lyrics are all in here.

Story is rated M for language and graphic adult themes.
Content warning: story includes stalking and mentions of depression and suicide. I will be sure to post a content warning on each chapter that involves one or more of these topics.
Enjoy!

"Oh shit. Your nose is bleeding," Jimmy said, looking down at me.

I stopped sucking on Jimmy's dick and touched my middle finger to my nose. I pulled my hand away and confirmed that I was bleeding. Another drop landed on my white shirt, now red from my bloody nose. I shrugged and wiped my hand under my nose. I leaned forward to continue what I had previously been doing, but Jimmy stopped me.

"We should stop. I don't want to get caught." He zipped up his pants and looked around nervously. We were currently in the second floor janitors' closet, so I wasn't entirely sure who he thought could see us.

"Why are you so nervous?" I asked as I stood up.

"Because I can't have anybody finding out that we're sleeping together." He stood up on his tippy toes and peered out of the small window on the closet door. He slowly opened the door and walked out, still looking around.

I barged through right after him. "Yeah, because creeping around like no one knows isn't obvious."

"What do you mean 'like no one knows'? Did you tell somebody?"

"You think you're so criminal. Who cares if somebody knows?"

"Well, my girlfriend might care," Jimmy stated matter-of-factly. "Did you tell somebody?"

"No, I didn't tell anybody," I answered, annoyed. "God, why don't you just get your girlfriend to fuck you if you're so scared of getting caught? I've got bruises on both my knees for you."

"I told you, Betty doesn't do that. She's waiting for marriage or some shit."

"Wow, she sounds like a real catch." I rolled my eyes.

Jimmy stopped by his locker to get his things. The school day had ended almost twenty minutes ago, and most of the student body was in the gymnasium watching the basketball team lose miserably to whatever school we were playing this week. "Be nice. Betty is great," Jimmy scolded.

"Then shouldn't you be at the basketball game supporting Little Miss Cheerleader?"

"That's exactly where I'm going." Jimmy closed his locker and started down the hall. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped. "Hey, thanks for–"

"Don't say thank you. Or please. I do what I want when I'm wanting to," I interrupted.

Jimmy just chuckled and shook his head. "See you around, Vortex." He turned and headed toward the gymnasium.

I know that I should care more about the fact that Jimmy was cheating on his girlfriend with me, but my soul? So cynical. I was getting exactly what I wanted out of this deal with him. When he started dating Betty, Jimmy was so smitten. He didn't even care that Betty was about as pure and innocent as they came. So after about a month in, Jimmy came complaining to me about how Betty wouldn't sleep with him.

Now, to clarify: Jimmy and I were friends. In middle school. We're not friends anymore. So when he came over to my house to complain about how Betty wouldn't have sex with him, I knew exactly what he wanted. I would be lying if I said I had never thought about it. We agreed that we would hook up on occasion up to and until he and Betty slept together or broke up. It worked out for both of us because Jimmy was getting his "needs" met, and I was coming off of a break-up and needed some vengeful hate fucking.

I didn't stay for the basketball game. I went to my locker, grabbed my backpack, and headed home. My walk home was long. I didn't have a car, and I had obviously missed the bus. When I finally got home, I went straight to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Hi, Cindy. How was school today?" My mother asked.

"Fine. I have a lot of homework," I stated flatly.

"What happened to your shirt?"

I glanced down at my shirt and remembered that my nose had been bleeding earlier. "Bloody nose. It's all good."

"Maybe you're too stressed. You should slow down and take a break. Hang out with your friends," my mother suggested.

"This, coming from the woman who has been on me about school since kindergarten?"

"I know that I've been a little overbearing in the past, but relaxation is good for the brain. My therapist says–"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. You know I don't have any friends."

"I just feel so bad that you and all your little friends had a falling out. Especially Libby. What happened between you?" My mother asked innocently.

"Well, you and Dad getting a divorce didn't help." I grabbed a soda from the fridge and stormed out of the kitchen.

I heard my mother sigh in defeat. I was hard on my mom, I knew it. But staying in this house after my dad left was the worst thing she ever decided to do. It was haunted with memories. Libby tried to help me when I was struggling with their divorce, but I was too stubborn. I never wanted to do anything and all I did was complain about my mother. By the time high school started Libby was the only person who could even tolerate me. Eventually she found a new group of people to hang out with, and she stopped talking to me entirely. That was freshman year. We were now seniors, and I only ever saw Libby in my music compositions class. A class I was only taking to get an arts credit.

I went up to my room and closed the door. I set my soda down on my desk and pulled my laptop out of my backpack. I really did have homework, so I figured I might as well get started. My mom came up a little while later and knocked quietly on my door. "What?" I hollered.

She opened the door slightly. "I'm going out with John tonight. I'll be home late."

"Yeah, okay. See you later," I replied without looking up from my work. John was my mom's latest boyfriend and I could not care less about him.

"Fine. Have a good night." My mom had given up trying to connect with me. To be fair, I had given up a long time ago. She closed my door and I heard her walk down the stairs. I glanced out the window and saw John's car pulling out of the driveway.

I closed my laptop, tired of staring at a screen. I moved to sit on my bed and tried to read the unbearable book my English teacher had assigned. My phone pinged a new message: Come over. It was from Jimmy of course. I sat for a minute and weighed my options. My phone pinged another message: Now.

I smirked. He was in a mood. I didn't reply to either message, I rarely did, and I set my book on my nightstand and slipped on my sneakers. I made sure to leave my lamp on in case my mother came home earlier than expected. I locked my front door and walked across the street to Jimmy's house, cut through the side yard and headed straight for the club house. I knocked twice and waited for the lock to click open. I pulled open the door and made my way downstairs where I saw Jimmy sitting in his large captain's chair pretending to work on something.

"What, your PG make-out sesh after the game didn't satisfy you?" I said nonchalantly.

"Shut up," Jimmy said, turning off his computer.

"Oh, you're already bossing me around. Not wasting any time I see."

"Get over here and sit the fuck down."

I rolled my eyes and made my way over to him. "So you're a tough guy."

Jimmy started undoing his pants and ripped off his shirt. I just stood and watched. I had a small smile on my face as I played my role of defiance. Jimmy walked up to me and ripped my shirt off over my head. "I said, 'sit the fuck down.'" Jimmy placed his hand around my neck. I gasped with pleasure as he shoved me onto the couch. He slid his pants off quickly and I did the same. Jimmy grabbed my face and leaned in close. "Get down on your knees," he demanded.

"A like-it-really-rough guy," I said as I got down on my knees and pulled his dick out of his boxers. I started sucking and felt Jimmy's hands as he gathered my hair, pushing my head to take him further. I could hear Jimmy making satisfied sounds as I choked and drooled. I pulled back slightly, only for him to force his dick as far as it would go in my mouth. I gagged and coughed as he pulled out and pulled me up by my hair. I wiped my mouth and sneered at him. "What the fuck! Warn me first, asshole."

Jimmy didn't say anything. He just shoved me onto the couch and climbed on top of me. He moved my underwear out of the way and pushed into me, my breath catching at the forcefulness. He continued with the same pattern, one I was familiar with and his breathing got heavy as he got closer to his release.

"Just can't get enough, guy?" I said between thrusts.

"Shut up," Jimmy growled. Jimmy pulled out and motioned for me to turn around. He pushed into me again, holding onto my hips and continued the same erratic pattern.

I had to admit, I liked this way much more. I moaned with pleasure. Jimmy's breathing got shallow and he pushed into me a few more times before he pulled out. I turned back around and took his dick in my mouth coaxing him to finish. He came quickly, and I winced at the horrid taste. Jimmy pulled out and sat next to me on the couch. I spit the contents of my mouth onto the floor.

Jimmy sighed with satisfaction. "Damn. I've been holding that in for a while."

"Really, I couldn't tell," I replied sarcastically. I readjusted my underwear and grabbed my shirt off the floor.

"Whatever. You can pretend that you didn't enjoy yourself, but I know you did." Jimmy's chest was always so puffed after he thought he satisfied me. What a narcissistic guy. After several seconds of silence, Jimmy changed the subject. "Where'd you go after school? Why didn't you go to the game?"

"You don't have to act like you care. We're not friends," I said as I pulled my shirt on.

Jimmy shrugged as he adjusted himself and grabbed his t-shirt off the floor. "You don't seem to have friends anymore."

"I'm the bad type. I don't need friends," I said flatly.

Jimmy laughed. "Right. You're the bad type."

"Okay, asshole. How would you feel if people thought we were friends? Everyone at school thinks that I'm a whore because of some stupid rumors, either that or they think I'm the depressed girl who tried to kill herself. So what type am I? I'm a make-your-mama-sad type. If your mom thought we were friends, she would be devastated. I'd make your girlfriend mad tight. She would be furious if she found out you were friends with me."

Jimmy stared at me in silence for several seconds. "You've changed a lot since middle school," he finally said.

"Yeah, well things happen when your dad leaves your family for some woman who's about six years older than you."

"Oh, so you've got daddy issues?" Jimmy smiled slyly.

I sneered. "Yep, so you better watch out because I'm also a might-seduce-your-dad type."

Jimmy pretended to gag. "Please don't even joke about that."

"I'm the bad guy, duh. Remember that the next time you think it's a good idea to be my friend." I pulled on my pants quickly and grabbed my phone. "I'll see you later, Neutron." I walked upstairs and headed home.

Author's Note: Originally I didn't want to post this until I had the whole thing completed, but I've kind of put this story aside for a moment, so I'm hoping the pressure of posting will get me motivated enough to finish the rest. I had/am having so much fun writing this story. I've never written in this style before so I'm excited, and also nervous, to know what you all think. Leave a review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!