Hehe Kalli in the shower~> *Blushes Madly*

Hi everyone! Brenden Ash here with another update! Glad to see that you all have been enjoying my latest installments and I thank you all for your immensely sweet words! This chapter is a bit different! Watch for the POV change! AND WATCH OUT FOR THE SMUT!

Chapter Track: "Fools"~ Troye Sivan
~Jude~
"Are you going to say anything?"

I stared blankly at the tanned brunette in front me as she tilted her head slightly with a glittering smile, her eyes as sharp as her personality. Her lips look strained, her cheeks uncomfortable, as she attempted to smile at me. I inwardly scoffed at the pain-induced smile as her eyes begged me to believe her friendly facade. New students were the banes of my existence, that, unlike them, will never change.

"I guess you're not then, huh?"

No.

"Well, this is a bit awkward."

Oh really? I hadn't noticed.

"Is he always like this," she forced a breathy chuckle to the others in the room, trying to lighten the mood, and they stared at her with flushed, blushing faces. I smirked, those guys were such living stereotypes and they loved it. She laughed nervously as their lovestruck faces intensified; they hadn't heard a word she said. Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky.

"Well anyway, I'm Dani," she said, holding out her hand with yet another one of her signature fake smiles.

Great. You can leave now.

I stared at the manicured hand with French tips, not a scratch. Not a bruise. Not even the smallest indication of some type of injury from playing as a child. Her skin was flawless and soft, her nails were immaculate. She'd been spoiled rotten. She'd been fed by the silver spoon and the look in her eyes said that she didn't intend on ever being weaned.

I begrudgingly shook the hand, yanking away almost instantly when her eyes brightened, fire dancing in the molten cobalt irises with passion. Her lips twitched into a cruel smirk as she let her hand find its way to her side once again. I swallowed nervously, slowly, narrowing my eyes slightly as she stared back at me.

"Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Fallon, if you would please take your seats."

Mrs. Kennsworth smiled at us as she shuffled to the front of the class, her beehive-shaped, carrot orange hair jiggling slightly, like Jell-O. Dani smiled at me one last time before walking to her seat and sitting down, the old chair groaning in despair.

Dani Fallon.

Danielle Fallon.

~Kallahan~

"Stop following me," I hissed to the relentless German Shepherd that insisted on trailing me on my return trip to the campsite. He barked in reply and sped up, nipping at my ankle for me to walk faster.

"Go home!"

He stared at me and tilted his large head, trotting next to me in an even pace. I stared back as his head bobbed, tongue hanging loosely on the outside of his scarred muzzle. I paused slightly, shaking my head before continuing my way through the slowly dissipating fog.

"You can't go home, can you?"

He whined softly, not looking me in the eye in an attempt to hold his pride together. I huffed, putting my hands behind my head as I tried to regain my breath from seemingly countless hours of running for my freedom.

"What makes you think I want ya around?"

He stared pointedly at the unloaded pistol in my pocket and I scoffed, rolling my eyes with a ghost of a smile. Smart dog, scary as hell, but smart.

"Yeah, I guess an unloaded gun isn't much help, huh? Maybe I could find some use for a dog," I smirked as he barked once again, scaring the living shit out of a group of squirrels that seemed to be meeting for an early morning breakfast. With a wolffish grin, he dashed from my side to chase them a bit, not really attempting to catch the furry critters.

As the fog cleared enough for me to see the campsite's glittering flagpole, I let myself delve into the thoughts from before. Fallon was here. It had to be him that sent the dogs. Only he could hate me so much as to send ravenous, bloodthirsty creatures to apprehend me.

I stared at the creature in front of me as he dopily trotted after a rather chubby looking squirrel and I quietly scoffed to myself, the sound echoing off the trees surrounding the camp. Instantly he became alert, freezing at the offending sound with only his eyes and head moving, panning from the left to the right to survey the area. My eyes widened at the admittedly impressive sight and suddenly the dog didn't seem quite as useless.

"Hell, you might just be worth something after all," I chuckled, stepping into the campsite's clearing. I glanced around the camp, everything seemed unchanged. No police—good.

I sighed, memories of a cute, doe-eyed, hoodie-clad boy invaded my mind once again for the hundredth time that day as I took in the campsite's desolate terrain. I looked at the weathered, pink cabin that we stood in just moments ago with fondness, smiling slightly. My heart clenched as I started to remember the way he felt securely in my arms, the softness of his feathery hair, the sweet lilt of his uniquely bird-like voice.

"Fuck, I miss you."

A powerful bark sounded from behind me and almost simultaneously a large, furry head rubbed against my leg while a rough, pink tongue lapped at my right palm. I glared at the German Shepherd as he stared up at me with what seemed to be a dog version of a smile.

"Not you!"

With a groan, I wiped the drool-covered hand on my dirt and blood-covered pants. I cringed at my tattered appearance and looked around the camp for a bathhouse.

"C'mon, you're going to guard the outside," I mumbled to the dope beside me as I spotted the bathhouse next to the camp mess hall. It didn't look like much, it was actually rather small, but I didn't care. As long as the water worked, which it probably didn't, I would be right as rain.

"Stay here. Don't move."

The large dog nodded quickly and turned to face the clearing with analyzing eyes, yet again scouring the camp for signs of danger, and a stiff, alert pose, tail stuck high in the air. I pushed open the door of the bathhouse and was immediately met with chilling darkness, I crossed my fingers and felt the wall for a light switch. Hopefully this works.

I closed my eyes tightly as my fingers finally slid against the surface of the light switch, the lights flickering on and illuminating the floating dust particles. I smiled, this was a good sign. If the lights were on, then maybe...

I threw my hands in the air with a loud "whoo!" as crashing, steaming water poured down from a rusty shower head and filled the glass, cubicle-like shower with a warm mist. Going to the wooden cabinets to my right, I opened the bottom cabinet and pulled out a red-colored towel, a round, purple, netted loofah, and Irish Spring body wash. I searched desperately for shampoo and conditioner, feeling the need to wash my hair thoroughly but sighed as I came up short on my luck. Damn, well at least my luck's gotten me this far.

I stripped off my shirt, sighing at the feeling of my muscles relaxing from the simple action. I threw the shirt onto the nearby sink and unbuckled my belt, pulling it free from my jeans before unbuttoning the pants. I tugged them off quickly, along with my boxers, and looked at myself in the mirror with a satisfied smirk.

Stepping into the warm shower, I sighed as the warm water droplets danced across the expanse of my chest, removing the dirt and grime from my time here. The water pelted my chest rhythmically as I flicked open the bottle of body wash and squeezed a generous amount onto the loofah before dragging the bath item across my body with long, even strokes. I breathed peacefully as I allowed my eyes to slowly close, running the loofa over my abs passed my crotch and down my thighs to my feet. I scrubbed as the water pounded against my back, easing the tension in the muscles there.

My back popped silently as I stood straight once again, bending slightly to put my hair under the heated water to rinse out the leaves, dirt, and whatever else might be in the tangled mess. I gently ran my fingers through the hair, teasing it as water cascaded down my face before plopping soundlessly against the now warm tile of the shower.

The steam of the shower wrapped around me in a warm embrace as I pulled away from the stream of water and once again began to drag the soap-filled loofah over my body. I slowed my strokes as the loofah breezed over my crotch, my eyes closing as my mind was filled with alluring images of deep brown eyes, colored like a spoonful of cinnamon.

I lazily dragged my tongue across my lower lip as I focused on rubbing my crotch in small strokes, the mental images intensifying from eyes, to lips, to hair, to hips. I panted shallowly, pressing my back into the wall as water hammered onto my increasingly hardening body.

"Fuck," I mumbled softly to myself, grasping the now hard member and pumping slowly in rhythm with the beating of water upon my body. I licked my lips again, imagining Jude standing in front me with a sultry, begging pout while his hands were the ones pumping me in place of my own. His wet, feathery hair stuck to his forehead as his hand pumped me in long, languid strokes bring me ever closer to my climax.

"Fuck, Jude, baby."

I mumbled incoherently, running the tip of my thumb over the head of my member and flinching at the surge of pleasure. I quickened my strokes as I imagined Jude lowering to his knees, kissing my chest, nipples, and abs on his way down before teasing my navel with his naughty tongue, a devious smile placed on his angelic face.

"Ah fuck," I groaned loudly as I was almost brought to the edge by such a simple image and thrust my hips gently into my hand as I imagined my cock slipping past soft, pale pink lips and diving into the warm, wet embrace of Jude's mouth. His mouth working wonders as he skillfully dragged his tongue along the bottom of my throbbing member whilst bobbing his head beautifully, both of his hands working my shaft.

"Damn!"

I came with a shout, my vision flooding with white as I came along the foggy glass walls, splattering the tile with my cum before it was washed down the drain with ease. I panted, lying against the wall, and let the water pelt me with its warmth. I pushed one hand into my hair and tugged gently at the locks as I looked down at my now deflated member and my cum-covered hand.

"Fuck Jude,  what did you do to me?"
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*Blushes like crazy*

Haha, first naughty scene ever! I hope it was to your expectations! I had a lot of fun with this chapter and I really hope you all enjoyed it! I was meaning to ask you all your thoughts on a possible soundtrack for the story since I've read a lot of books with them! Tell me your thoughts in the comments! Until next chapter, this is Brendan Ash, signing out! Peace!

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