Page 11 of Five Summers

All I can say is it’s a good thing I don’t see her anymore catching the bus. She’s back to driving that green shitbox she calls a car. Thank fuck, because it’s bad enough when I see her around the school. I’m aware that she has noticed me watching her, but she has no idea about the filthy, little disturbing thoughts that keep crossing my mind. The desires I have no business entertaining with someone like Poppy. Thoughts of lifting her short skirt and... Oh, damn it, here I go again.

It’s lunchtime and I’m frantically banging Savannah in the bathroom in a desperate attempt to once again get Poppy out of my mind.

“Yeah, fuck me like that,” Savannah cries out.

Usually, I enjoy it when chicks get loud, but today I'm not in the mood for it. All I want is to remove this bothersome presence of Poppy Reeves from my mind.

“Oh yeah, baby”, says Savannah. “That’s it. You’re gonna make me come.”

She tosses her head back and shouts my name. It’s clear that she’s not even close to coming, just faking it like she always does. It frustrates me how fake she really is, especially with her exaggerated moans. This bitch is getting on my nerves. I’m not into it anymore. The fact that she just called me “baby” and how she’s annoying me is enough for me to pull out of her pussy. If I don’t get to fucking come, there is no way she pretends to.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she asks, as she turns to face me.

“That fucking name for starters.” I take a step back to get away from her and dispose of the condom in the trash. As I do so, she turns around, still with her panties around her ankles.

“What do you want, baby?” she whispers, her voice low and filled with desire, completely ignoring what I just said.

For you to fuck off and leave me alone.

I tuck my semi-erect dick back into my pants.

“Would you like me to suck your dick?” She trails her fingers up my torso, then lifts herself onto her tiptoes as if she’s on the verge of kissing me.

Don’t fucking do it. I swear if she does…

She moves in closer, her face so close to mine that our lips almost touch.

Pissed, I quickly turn my head to the side and shove her back.

As I try to move around her, she reaches out and grabs my arm. “Let me help you feel better, baby. Let me give you head.”

“No and stop fucking calling me that. I’m not your fucking baby,” I assert, forcefully pulling my arm from her grip. I see a hint of disappointment on her face as she adjusts her underwear and straightens her skirt.

“If you’re up for it, we could maybe hang out after school.”

“No!” I grab my bag and guitar off the bathroom floor. I’ve had enough. I swing open the door and step out into the hallway. Does she honestly think I’m that desperate to hang out with her? The only reason we’ve ever been together is for sex, and that one regrettable time she gave me a terrible blowjob. The one Poppy Reeves happened to walk in on. A smirk forms on my face as I recall her shocked expression. Damn, there I go again, thinking about her. I really need to put a stop to that shit.

Suddenly, I hear the bathroom door creak open, and before I know it, Savannah is right beside me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hang out? My parents won’t be home.”

Does she genuinely believe that there is something more to this than just a simple transaction? She can't seriously believe she's the only one I'm banging. And why would she think I'd want to hang out with a girl I just hooked up with?

“Savannah, seriously, just fuck off and leave me alone,” I say, my voice firm.

“You’re a complete asshole,” she says angrily, storming away.

“Yeah, so I’ve been told.”

I find Ace in our usual spot, head buried in his phone.

As I approach, Jade and her crew immediately turn their attention towards me. I focus my gaze on Ace, who discreetly conceals a joint in his hand and raises it to his lips for a drag. Setting aside my guitar and bag, I take a seat beside Ace. He glances up and offers me the joint. Inhaling deeply, I raise my head and catch sight of Poppy in her usual spot, leaning against the brick wall. With her eyes closed, she seems immersed in her music, earbuds firmly in place. A sudden curiosity takes hold of me; I can’t help but wonder what she’s listening to. After all, the songs she played the other night were pretty impressive.

As I pass the joint back to Ace, Jade comes over and sits beside me. I don’t bother acknowledging her arrival. My only focus is on Poppy, trying to comprehend why the fuck she’s taking up so much of my mental space.

Poppy always keeps to herself and never sits with anyone. I wonder if it’s because Jade does some pretty messed up things to her, or maybe she just prefers being alone.

Ace discreetly hands me the joint again.

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