Brandon

I didn't expect Lizzie to respond to my message straight away, and I feel like a prize jerk for not bothering to message her this morning. What am I feeling?

Honestly, I don't fucking know, but it's a jumble of jealousy, anger and being twisted up inside. Who the hell is she planning on having sex with? It better not be with one of the football team; that will make me spew. And also, why do I feel jealous?

I'm jealous because someone else will kiss those beautiful full lips of hers, someone else will be running their hands down her face and touching her and sliding inside her. I feel sick. Vomit threatens to come up my throat. My chest has constricted, and I'm experiencing difficulty breathing. Man, this is so serious. I have to stop her, and how am I going to do that? Only, I know my bestie, and when she's made a decision about something, then that's pretty much it. There'll be no changing her mind.

I rake my hands through my hair; the rate I keep doing this, I'll be bald by noon this afternoon.

Finally, the bell goes, and I can get out of my calculus class and make my way to the canteen. I have a free period now, and I know Lizzie does too. I hope she's picked up my message and will meet me at our corner table. That's right. I have a corner table secured just for me. Being the school quarterback sure has its advantages. Nobody sits there. It's right by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the canteen overlooks our gardens with tall trees, shrubs and flower beds. The school must pay a lot of money on keeping it maintained but then our folks pay a fortune for us to attend so they can easily afford it.

The other advantages I have being the quarterback are free coffees and muffins, corridors clearing for me, no queues at lunchtime. It's like being a god. The downside, too many girls always trying to hook up with me. Okay, most of you think at eighteen that's not a good thing, but trust me, when you can't move for girls jabbering in your face, hanging off your arm or trying to simply touch you, it can get a bit much.

They're all so fucking jealous of Lizzie because they know she's my best friend, and I bet they all think I'm dicking her at the same time. I wish I was. Shit.

Did I really just think that? Is this why I am so twisted up that my stomach hurts? Because I want it to be me that takes her to her first orgasm. Only, I've never really done it with a virgin so now I'm thinking that's a whole lot of pressure. And exactly why she can't just give it away to some fuckwit.

Thank God calculus is over. Yeah, calculus. I'm pretty smart, and my dad has a tutor for me, so I've put in the hours outside of school, the gym and practice to do extra study. Sometimes I go to study group, but there's this one girl, Marcella, and she won't leave me alone. Every time she comes to sit with me, she sits way too close and keeps touching me, specifically on my thigh. Her hand always seems to manage to drag up and down my leg, and I feel like some kind of object. Anyway, I don't go very often. I'd rather have the home tutor. He's brought my grade up to an A- and my folks are made up about that.

Denver is in the same class as me. He packs his folder away into his rucksack. "Catch you later. Dashing off to see Lilly before she goes into art."

"No free period?" I ask, slinging my bag over my shoulder and checking my mobile to see if Lizzie has responded. She hasn't.

"Nah. She has art and then a free class. I have geography. You're so damn lucky having a free break now." Denver walks beside me as we navigate the other kids in class trying to break free of the room as if there was a raging fire going on. Nobody really likes calculus, but it's a hot subject to have on your curriculum.

"Ah, but you have a free afternoon, right? I don't. Plus I have an assignment to finish after I meet up with Lizzie. I didn't get it done over the weekend. Pretty shit."

He slaps me on the back and goes one way, and I go the other towards the canteen. "Hey, Brandon." God, it's her. That Marcella girl with her brown bouncy curls, tits that look like they're pushed into a top too tight for her, skinny jeans and heels. I mean seriously? We're at school, not a club. I dodge her so she can't rake her long red fingernails over my arm. This girl has got a serious touchy issue going on, she needs to speak with a shrink. I fear for my own damn skin. Nodding, I push on past her; kids move out of my way and let me through. "Be like that then." I hear her call after me.

In the canteen it's pretty empty, but then it's not lunch time or break time yet. My table is clear. "Coffee, Brandon?" Benson calls out, who is working part-time between classes. He's an okay kid. I like him. Used to play football but said his heart wasn't in it and was only playing because he thought his parents expected him to. Turns out they only want what he wants, and if football isn't his thing, then no big sweat. His blonde hair is tied up in a man bun; he looks like David Beckham.

"Sure, thanks, Benson." I sit down at my table and stretch my long jean-clad legs out in front of me and scroll through my phone. Still no reply from Lizzie. I've not even figured out what I want to say to her exactly, but either way, I need her to meet me because she has my folder with my assignment details and notes.

Benson brings the coffee over and places it down in front of me. "Got you a chocolate muffin too, your favorite."

"Thanks, dude."

"How are you guys feeling about the game next Friday?" He stands with his hands on his hips. This guy would have made an excellent defense player; he's tall, like six-two already.

"We're good. But you know they've got a good team, so it won't be a walk in the park. We're going to have a good run for our money."

"Sure, you guys will win. Gotta go." He makes his way back to the cashier area, and then I see her.

Legs long and lean in her tight black jeans, like a gazelle. Her tiny hips swaying as she walks towards me, raising her right hand in a small wave. A smile on her face and her auburn hair tied up in her trademark high pony.

"Didn't think you were going to come after I was such a jerk last night," I say and move over on the two-seater sofa so she can sit next to me.

"Don't worry about it. It's kind of a big deal when a girl tells you she wants to give her virginity away." It makes me feel uneasy hearing her say it. "I've got your notes and stuff. You want we can go through it?" I smell her coconut shampoo; it's good enough to eat, and I consider nuzzling closer into her to inhale more of it. Fucking weirdo.

"Sorry about last night, Lizzie," I say instead and drink some of my coffee. Benson appears with another muffin and coffee for Lizzie.

"Pumpkin latte," he says, placing it in front of her.

"Thank you, Benson. My fave." She makes these cute little noises to show her appreciation whilst I think how good they'd sound vibrating around my dick. Fuck's sake.