XAVI
I woke up with a horrible headache, yesterday was, something. I drank a lot and I remember getting a hand job, but I do not remember the girl. I didn't know her name or anything like that, but she did a good job there. Because I felt relieved afterwards. I normally do not do this all the time, but after that picture of Luna in her lingerie I had to no other choice, it was either calling Luna or getting a random girl to get the job done, and I was not too desperate to call her. I had to get rid of my hard-on and my hand job in the bathroom on school didn't fulfill my entire fantasy. This girl did a good job, I have to give her that. I was laying in my bed and I saw the clock, I had thirty more minutes to get ready, before Blake drove away. You have heard that right, if you aren't on time, the person who drives will drive away without you.
I got up and I grabbed my underwear and socks. Finishing the job with black jeans along with a white shirt on it. I have heard girls liked the white shirt, since my abs are on display, but I didn't really care about that. It is a good boost for my ego, but I don't care if they like it or not. Some people find the abs a little too much, well they were afraid of me being me, because of my broad figure. I find them really nice, I did work for this body with a reason and I will not give a fuck about someone's opinion. They look great, I am not trying to be arrogant, but I do look good.
I showered and I walked my usual way on the stairs to see my breakfast on the dinner table. I sat down next to Cason, “Morning,” I said and I continued eating, “Man, you were wild last night.” Cason told me with a smirk on his face, “Um, yeah I believe I was, since I don't remember much.” All the four of us started laughing, it wasn't that smart to drink too much on a school day, but I am alright. I mean, I have done this multiple times to know how to deal with today, I like the taste of alcohol I can't help it.
Cason got up and I looked at my phone I had five more minutes. I ran to the bathroom and I walked in on a peeing Brodie, “Morning dickhead,” I said and I started brushing my teeth. We don't mind seeing each other naked, we see each other naked after soccer trainings or matches in the shower. Brodie interrupted my thoughts, “That girl from last night, the one who gave you the hand job on the couch, she left her number, she told me to let you know to call her sometimes.” He told me with a big smile on his soon-to-be fucked up face, Brodie knows I never call girls after this kind of stuff. “What did you tell her?” he smirked and pulled his pants up before walking away and at the top of the stairs I heard him yelling, “I told her you definitely would!” I exit the bathroom and I ran after him. I was trying to catch this motherfucker, “Motherfucker, you know I don't do the calling after shit!” I hit him with a pillow and I heard Cason and Blake laugh out loud, “Yeah, of course you guys are laughing, dickheads. Just wait until this happens to you!” I yelled and I ran to the car, “Shotgun front.” I said in a singing voice and I heard Brodie breathing, “Fuckhead, I wanted to be in front.” I looked at Brodie with a smile on my face, ''You got to be quicker next time, fucker.''
We were talking about the match we play upcoming Friday, “I mean, yeah bro, I am a good goalie, but they have a
great one as well.” Blake says and Brodie punched him on his arm, “Mate, you are amazing and fuck them. We have better players for sure and also look at our captain right here.” Brodie says while patting my shoulders. “Thank you Bro,” I said while smirking.
We were humming on a song on the radio and of course Cason had to make this his moment, and he started singing along with the text of 'Slow motion' by Trey Songz, this fucker can actually sing. I saw Brodie in the mirror dry fucking the backseats, I couldn't help but laugh along with Blake. “We are here fuckers, get out before you lose any white shit, I am not cleaning up your sperm.” Blake said with a serious look on his face. The three of us got out followed by Blake after he parked his car. As always we make an entrée, and since everyone liked watching us, Brodie did not hold back, winking at multiple girls, our favorite playboy.
We got inside the school and most girls were staring at the four of us, not that we mind. I mean, none of us mind attention if it is coming from girls, why would we, we are still boys after all. But this attention is different everyone is whispering, what the hell is this. “So, what is so important?” I asked them when I was looking around, “You got an- a dead brother?” someone asked me, and I was more confused, “The fuck, no I do not.” I said while looking around, “Who the fuck is feeding you with this bullshit?” I asked them and I got no reply, “Lost your tongue?” Blake asked them and I just saw some girls looking at us, fuck them. The four of us just walk away and the whispers stopped when a girl walked inside with a bruise on the left side of her face, Luna.
LUNA.
Great, this is a lovely situation! Did you scent the sarcasm? Everyone noticed this shitty bruise already, fuck me. I kept walking and hold my head high. That fucker, Dave, he punched me in my face this morning. He punched me, but guess what, my lovely mother let it all happen in a heartbeat, she did not stop him. I wanted to tell my brother, but Dean would seriously kill him without missing a heartbeat. I can't tell someone, I will just tell them I fought with some random chick who seemed drunk. I did even try to cover the bruise up with some make-up, but I guess it didn't work, since everyone is still staring at my face like I am a person back from the dead, ''Nothing to see,'' I yell and I continue walking. I was just walking straight to my locker not looking around, I have to look like I don't care. I stopped at my locker and I grabbed my French book and I closed my locker to find Grace standing there, “Hi bub,” I said and I gave her a hug, “What happened to your face? And don't even try to lie to me, you know that wouldn't work.” I let out a breath and I just said a quick “Later,” and I nodded at the crowd standing too close in my opinion. She nodded in return and grabbed my hand, before we got to our first class for today, French.
I was in my first class, French and everyone was still whispering, probably about my damned face. Fuck my life already, I hate this attention so much, I hate being noticed. But if I don't stop this right now, it will not stop. I stood up, because the teacher would be here in a few minutes and I just looked around the room, “Since everyone is a noisy ass bitch, I got into a fight with a random girl on the street who was drunk, you happy now? You can continue your own conversation now and you do not have to talk about me anymore, it was not that interesting.” I said with a fake smile and I sat down again, but the whispers actually did stop, final-fucking-ly. Maybe you have to be noticed to let it stop, I don't know, but this worked for me, and I was not going to let them talk about me like that.
Grace and I sat in the gym, and we were watching some boys playing basketball. Basketball has never been my sport, I just suck at it, and I am not that long, so I always use it as an excuse for missing the basket. I do watch it sometimes, but I just prefer soccer, which they will be practicing after basketball, that is why I am here. I like to watch soccer, it is such an amazing and hungry sport, there is so many passion and a real team, which makes it even better. I sat next to Grace, and we were just making some homework for German, while the soccer team walked in. I saw those rude boys from earlier, I have to make a comment if they suck, just to annoy the big mad man.
“Brodie try right!” I heard Xavi yelling and Brodie switched from his position. “I still have to ask, what happened to your face?” Grace asked and I looked at her and I took a deep breath, “DavedidhitmethismorningafterIpunchedhimyesterday.” I told her and I just fake smiled at the end, “Slower, word by word this time, Luna.” she ordered me and I took a breath again, “Dave did hit me this morning after I punched him yesterday.” I tell her and I saw her sad look, she shoved me against her chest, “Do you want to stay at my house?” I shake my head no, I can do this. I am not going to show him my pain, I have to stay. “Mom told Dean to leave the house, because they got in a fight, that is why I did hit him, he was talking about Dean in the way no one talks about him. Y-you know how important Dean is to me and I just couldn't let Dave talk about him, like that.” I told her, and she nodded her head, “I would have punched him too, if I was in your shoes babe.” She gave me a kiss on my forehead and I smiled at her,
“Are you trying to make me horny?” I hear someone yelling, I think that is Brodie? “I am really into threesomes, or watching two girls, but not when I am training. I like to focus on my match, so could you girls stop making me horny?” Grace and I just start laughing really loud and the entire soccer team was watching the scene in front of them.
“Nice idea, I would like to be there as well,” a guy blonde says and Grace and I even laugh louder, I hate how funny this is. “I mean, yeah, I would love to see you guys struggling to keep up, but I don't like sharing. I don't share.” I tell them and I smile, and we grab our stuff and walk away, “Sexy mama, I would never make you feel like you have to share!” I hear Brodie yelling and we just continue walking away. This guy actually made me laugh, he was really sweet, dirty minded, but he looked hot, and he seems like a good friend. Maybe we will be friends one day.