What are you doing to me...?

Seriously, I don't understand why he's in my mind all the time. Why was his presence in my dreams? He is a bully, for God's sake. He hates my guts. I can't just fall in love with someone who's soul is stone cold. I just can't.

It makes me look like a sadist; like I enjoy pain. I don't, actually. That's just plain weird and I don't have lots of tolerance for pain. A big baby, to put it bluntly.

As a new student, I expected my welcome to be chilly, but not like this. There is something wrong with me, maybe. Or he's doing something. But that might be my brain thinking stupidly, or me.

I looked down at my lap and saw the large wet stain on the white bed sheets. Not only there was a stain, but something else was poking under the covers. And it wasn't my knee.

I felt my face heat up out of pure embarrassment. I put my hands on my lap to cover the bulge. I turned my head and saw the clock flash the time. I woke up 10 minutes before the alarm goes off so I turned it off before it goes off and creates disturbance.

I sighed heavily, trying to not think about the situation. It's insanely embarrassing. Honestly, I never woke up like this so I have no idea how get rif of it. Maybe if I take a hot shower...

Maybe. Don't trust me. Ever.

I bit my lip as my eyes landed on the sheets again. I have to make an excuse as to why I put them aside. I realized I was wasting time so I threw the bedsheet off me and folded it. I stood up and my pants were still tangled on my legs.

I bend over and held the edges of the waist, slowly pulling them back on. The pants felt tight thanks to the problem between my legs.  I could feel the fabric rub my crotch as I walked to the closet to pick up new bedsheets. I held back my moans, but I could hear them coming from the throat.

It was so annoying, but it felt nice...

I threw the bedsheet on the bed and quickly picked up clean underwear and the neatly folded uniform. I walked to the door and opened slightly, only for my head to peek out. The halls were quiet and dimly lit thanks to the window at the end of the hall. I sneakily skipped over to the bathroom to not cause lots of creaking from the wooden floor.

I closed the door behind and locked it. My back was glued to the door as I my breath hitched thinking about the wet dream. I looked down and the bulge was still there, and the damn pants were even more tighter than last time. My legs felt like jelly and could no longer hold my body weight.

I slid down against the door and sat down on the floor. I raised my knees and threw the clothes aside as I stared at my crotch. My breath's pace quickened as both pants and underwear rubbed the head while I moved my legs to get comfortable. I kept moving my legs and closed my eyes, while quiet moans escaped my mouth.

My hand snuck in to my pants, then in to my undies, and I felt the muscle fill my entire palm, fingers and thumb wrapping it.