Chapter 6:Caleb Johnson

Ashley ran her hands down my back as I slowly pulled my limp dick out of her. We haven't had sex since school begin and I knew that she really wanted it. After all the chaos that happened at school, I brought her back to my house just so I can give her what she wanted. However, this was really just a pity fuck for me. I wasn't in the mood which was weird because I would be just as horny as she is by now. I guess with everything going on that I really wasn't focusing on getting any. I felt her soft hand touch my cheek and she asked, "Are you okay?"


I looked at her as the wheels seem to turn in her head. Even though Ashley came off to be confident, she was still insecure on things. I didn't like making her feel like she was a problem because she wasn't. I laid down on the side of her and pulled her in so that she was laying on my chest.


"Yeah I'm good," I cooed her kissing her lips. I felt her relax a little as she wrapped her arms around me.


"Good," She said playfully, "I thought you were out of it most of the time you know? Like you were thinking about something."


I lightly laughed at her remark because I was thinking about something but I didn't want to tell her what. While I was trying to get in the mood, I remembered today's events in the cafeteria. The way Darrius stood up for his brother had me really second guessing rebuilding our relationship. At first I just wanted to be just civil but now who knows what can happen.


I heard Ashley happily gasp. I looked at her laughing asking her, "Why are you smiling?"


"I think someone is ready for round two," She stated sexually while kissing me on my neck. I was still confused as I slowly pushed her off. She seemed offended as she scoffed.


"Your little boy woke up just for me," She grinned, "So don't act like you don't want to anymore."


I could feel my eyebrows furrow and I quickly looked down to see that I had gotten another hard on. I wasn't thinking about anything except for Darrius saving Marcus today.


"Oh come on Caleb I know you aren't shy," Ashley continued to try to get me to have sex again. I felt her hand go under the covers, I quickly got out the bed.


"God is that all you think about?" I yelled putting on my clothes, "I would sure like to talk to you for once without being under the covers."


She sat up with her back against my black headboard. She rolled her eyes and said, "You sound like a girl Caleb. I mean what guy doesn't want a girl that wants sex?"


"A guy that actually wants to get to know you," I yelled back at her, "But I guess that isn't the type of guy you want right? I guess we have just been fucking for two years!"


"What the fuck has gotten into you lately?" She yelled getting out of the bed to get her underwear and clothes, "Ever since school has started all you ever talk about is that stupid class and Darrius. Plus, we do know each other and we do talk."


I looked over at her putting on my shirt, "What's my middle name?"


She paused to think and I wanted to laugh but I kept going with the questions, "Where was I when I broke my hand? Why did I and Darrius stop being friends?"


She was taking too long which I knew she would. I actually begin to laugh finishing putting on my clothes. She stared at me with sadness and anger etched on her face. I knew where this was headed and it was stupid of me to even hope she would answer one question. Taking a deep breath I sighed, "Ashley...I don't' think this is working for me anymore."


She stayed silent and then she continued to put her clothes on. I walked over to my bed feeling a little released. Once she finished and begin to walk out, she took one last look at me and said, "I had sex with Michael."


Just like that the release I felt turned into anger looking at her. She sadly smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks, "Funny how you think you can trust someone but they end up stabbing you in the back huh?"


With that she left, leaving me with the dilemma of confronting my friend. I ran to my bedroom door and begin to yell loud enough so that Ashely could hear me.


"I ALWAYS KNEW THAT YOU WERE A SLUT! THAT'S WHY MY BROTHER NEVER LIKED YOU!" I shouted. Then I heard another shout," HE'S RIGHT!"


I slammed my bedroom door making some pictures fall from the top of my dresser. I plopped down onto my soiled bed and placed my head into the pillow. How come I didn't see the warning signs? I guess I was just happy to be with the hottest girl in school that I pretended that she really didn't have flaws. I turned over to see my brother standing in the doorway.


"Don't say anything please," I begged him and he walked in looking at me concerned.


"You okay?" He asked sitting down at my feet. Even though it did hurt that Ashely had betrayed me, I was upset that Michael would do this and to all people...me. Michael got anything and everyone he wanted but it seems everything I had he wanted too. From friends to clothes and I really didn't understand why. I let small tears fall down my face as my brother patted my leg.


"I know it hurts bro," Harry stated and I changed my position so I was sitting up against the headboard. I had wiped my tears away so that he wouldn't see them. I could see that he was really concerned and he understood that I need some time to myself, so he begins to walk towards the door. However, he had stopped to pick something up from the ground. It was the pictures that were hanging up on the dresser and I saw a faint smile appear on his lips.


"I can't believe Marcus took this," He stated gaining my curiosity at what he was looking at. He turned the picture around so that I could see it. It was of Chris, Me, and Darrius running at Darrius's aunt's house. We were seven and six years old trying to get in front of the camera but Marcus snapped the picture of Darrius pulling me into a hug while Chris was trying to squeeze in-between us. For a moment all my anger went away thinking about all the things we did before what happened.


"I miss these guys," Harry expressed creepily tracing the outline of Chris's picture, "How is Chris?"


I let out a genuine laugh. He has always had a weird thing for Chris ever since we were kids but that age gap was a motherfucker. So imagine a 15 year crushing on a 7 year old...weird right but my brother knew his boundaries and he stayed away from Chris whenever he would come over.


"He is Chris I guess," I answered getting out of my bed to help pick up the rest of the pictures, "I mean his skin got lighter and he still has the same blue eyes."


He laughed placing the picture back on the dresser, "I always thought you guys were always going to be friends."


The same gloomy feeling washed over me as he exited the room. Hearing him say that had me thinking again about who I chose to have as my friends. I didn't have time to think as I saw my alarm clock indicating that it was almost time for the game. I hurried to get into the shower before I put on clothes for tonight. I decided to wear a blue button down that hugged my muscles a little tight with khaki shorts and blue vans.


Grabbing my car keys and running down the stairs, I heard my brother in the kitchen yelling at someone. It was probably one of his old "partners" as he likes to call them. He was yelling at them to stop calling or else he would get a restraining order. I knew exactly which person it was too. It was this guy named Cristiano Ramez. Even though my brother threaten him I would still see him over and hear those awful moaning noises at night. Just thinking about my brother getting fucked or doing the fucking just didn't sit right with my stomach.


"You will understand when you are older," Harry tells me every morning that he does it. I rolled my eyes as I walked out of the door to my car and headed straight for the game.


***


I knew I should have never came to this party. It hadn't even been a full day before I saw Ashely all up on every dude at the party. I was sitting at the small bar watching everyone move to the music or just plain trying to have sex on the floor. I saw Gabby and Evan arguing again in the corner but I don't know what for and I saw Michael trying to pull Ashely off the dance floor. Some kind of friend right? Ashely had told the cheer team we had broken up and you know how gossip gets around quicker than a common cold in high school.


I felt all eyes were on me at this party considering that I was alone. Not even Evan had come over to talk to me because he was so busy trying to argue with Gabby. I was feeling a spotlight effect and I just decided to get some air. I got off the stool I was sitting on and begin to walk around Michael's mansion. The house was flooded with teenagers but I knew a place in the house where I could get some peace. I had been here many times so I knew my way around. The hallway was empty going towards the indoor pool and I was thankful that no one got to it before me. Opening and closing the door, I looked around to see if anyone was in before I took my shorts and shirt off. I didn't even care if the pool was cold, I just jumped in. I did a couple of freestyle laps around the pool and let my body float on to the water. I got out of the pool to try out the diving board. As I was ready to jump, I thought I heard something but didn't pay any mind to it but then in mid- jump I heard someone say, "Man this dude got money."


As I landed into the deep water I saw someone approach the pool and when I came back up I saw it was Darrius. It seemed like he came here for the reason I was here but he quickly turned around when he saw me coming up. That was fine with me as long as I got my peace and quiet. Then I heard him jiggling the lock but it wouldn't open up. I climbed out of the water asking him what was wrong.


"It's obvious!" he shouted, "The door is jammed."


He let go of the handle and started banging on the door. I grabbed his arms so he could stop. He turned to me having a very aggressive look.


"Don't you get it we are stuck here," He yelled and I shook my head to let him know why we weren't, "We aren't, it's just that door gets jammed all the time and it's going to take few minutes for it to become loose. It's a weird door."


He gave me a confused look before he said, "How long is a few?"


"About 30 minutes...tops," I said moving my hands and splashing water droplets on his face.


"I don't think I can go that long without killing you," He stated with his eyes closed and wiping his face, "But I guess I will have to."


He sat down by the door and I sat across from him. I didn't know why but I begin to tell him everything that happened earlier today, "Ashely and I broke up."


"Okay...what does that have to do with me?" He asked nonchalantly. I cleared my throat and said, "Nothing, I just thought since we are trying to be friends again that I should start by telling you things you know?"


He looked at me again and shrugged in confirmation that he didn't mind it. For a few more minutes we sat in silence. It was very awkward considering over the past few years we had so much hate towards each other but now trying to find something to talk about that wasn't related to threats was kind of hard. He moved up against the wall behind him before he spoke, "My brother has a crush on your friend."


"Who Michael?" I asked confused and he shook his head and said, "Naw Prince charming Evan Campbell."


"What?" I laughed not just about the fact that he liked him but because now I can go tell Evan he doesn't have to be so secretive about it anymore, "Really? He likes Evan?"


"Yea like," He adjusted himself into a comfortable position with him leaning more towards his knee before he spoke again, "ever since his freshman year, he has been going on about it and I'm just like the dude is straight. He understands but I still think he has hope you know considering he never really talked to him. I'm trying to get him to like Chris."


"Wait, Chris is gay?" I asked now really interested in the conversation we were having. I could tell that he was getting comfortable too as he seem to allow me to sit right next to him. Our conversation went from talking about Chris to Mr. Gonzales to just our lives and what we were planning to do after school.


"I want to be a programmer and basketball player," He expressed as we both lied down on the ground. I laughed and he laughed along with me, "I'm serious C like I'm good at both so why can't I do both?"


Even though I was supposed to be listening to the rest, I kind of stopped hearing anything when he called me C. He hadn't done that since the 5th grade. For a moment I felt like it was the old times. Then Darrius snapped his fingers trying to get me to listen again.


"Hey C you alright?" He asked and I just grinned," Yea man it's just been a while since you called me C."


He looked taken back before he smiled and said," Yea, it has. I guess it just slipped off the tongue. But to be honest it is really starting to feel like the old times though. Even though in elementary we didn't have shit to talk about we still manage to talk about everything."


I laughed and then looked at him again. He had really grown up from the small boy I met back in grade school. His skin looked amazing and his style has gotten way more advanced. Looking at him now, I don't think I would have recognized all this if I stayed angry with him. Then he smiled and something washed over me. I don't know what it was but it had me completely infatuated with his face. Then I trace my eyes down to the tattoos that were exposed on his arm. The illumination of the pool water made them shine. Then I saw our hands were kind of close and out of fright I moved back and as I did I felt my head hit his chin.


"Oww!" He said holding it," Warn somebody before you knock them in the chin."


"I'm so sorry," I apologized and he shook his head telling me that it was fine. The door came open to reveal Chris. He looked at us confused first before he looked at Darrius and said, "You! Get up here now!"


"Why?" Darrius asked as he got up and I followed suit.


"It's your brother," He said, "Joshua is getting a little too handsy and everyone is witnessing it on the floor."


I could already feel the anger rushing through Darrius's veins. Instantly he pushed Chris out the way running to get to his brother. I grabbed my things and followed Chris hoping that Darrius didn't catch a charged tonight.

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