The door swings open with a dramatic creak, and Sarah's voice cuts through the morning haze like a sharp knife: "You gonna be late, dummy!"
I jolt upright as though a fire alarm just went off. "Wha...what?" I croak, still half-buried in the cocoon of my blanket, blinking at her like I'm some nocturnal creature caught in the daylight.
My hand scrambles blindly across the nightstand until it finds my phone. Squinting at the screen, my heart skips a beat. The bright numbers glare back at me, unforgiving and loud. Oh, Fuck.
Without even thinking, I practically catapult myself out of bed. Legs tangled in the blanket, I stumble, trip, and crash into the nightstand,"Shit! I'm late!"
Sarah stands with effortless confidence, propped against the doorframe, arms folded loosely. A sly grin plays on her lips, the kind that promises trouble, while her bright blue eyes gleam with playful mischief. She tilts her head just enough to make the gesture feel deliberate, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she gestures downward. "What's the matter? Thought you'd have a little more time to sleep?"
I look down and freeze.
My brain catches up with my body and I realize--I'm not wearing anything. My morning wood stood at attention, exposed.
I quickly remembered I'd had one of those late nights--up well past midnight, I lost myself jerking off all night. My fingers had been wrapped around my cock figurously stroking. My mind fully absorbed in the videos flashing through my screen.
I must have passed out after finishing, but in the haze of it all, I'd forgotten one crucial thing... putting my dick away.
I lock eyes with Sarah. "You could've have said something sooner?!" I shout, scrambling for underwear.
She just shrugs, clearly entertained by my panic. "Where's the fun in that?" she says, as if watching me flail around half-naked is her idea of a good time.
I dash for my boxers, trying to pull them on while still half-running across the room. I trip on the edge of the bed, somehow managing to faceplant onto the floor, my legs still tangled in the sheets.
"You're evil," I mutter as I yank my boxers up.
"Yeah, but it's hilarious!" she calls back, still laughing.
I hurriedly pulled on my uniform, the fabric slipping over my skin. Dressed, but disheveled, every crease a reminder of the rush. By the time I hit the hallway, the chaos of earlier had faded. I couldn't help grinning. "Sarah's never going to let me live this down."
As I dart down the stairs, still trying to get my act together, I find Sarah sitting on the couch "not eating breakfast," She says mockingly.
I shoot her a glare as I pass, barely managing a breathless, "Ha ha, real funny."
I grabbed my backpack, struggling with the straps as I rushed toward the door. Just as I reached for the doorknob, the doorbell rang.
Ding dong
Who the heck is knocking at this hour? I pause for a split second, then pull the door open only to be greeted by a face I didn't want to see today.
"Oh, great," I muttered, looking at Billy standing there with that *smug grin on his face.
"What's up, bitch?" Billy says, grinning up at me, clearly itching for a reaction. Without any warning, he chucks a duffel bag at me.
I catch it instinctively, only to drop it to the floor, "What do you want, Billy?" I snap, trying not to let my frustration show.
He shrugs, still smirking. "Clearly not you," he says, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Where's your busty sister?"
I snap. I grab him by the front of his shirt, as I clenched my fist, enough to get his attention. "What did you just say?"
Before things can escalate, Sarah's voice cut through the air. "What are you doing? Let him go!" she shouts, stepping into the doorway with her arms crossed
I glance back at her, still holding Billy by his shirt, but I can see her already sizing me up. "What, I was just--"
"Let him go," she repeats, this time sounding more amused than mad. "I'm babysitting him for the week. I can't have him returned all bruised up.
Billy chimes in with mock sincerity, "I'm so glad you care about my well-being, Sarah."
I shake my head, letting out an exasperated sigh, but eventually give in, shoving him lightly. "A whole week," I grumble. "What is this, a hotel?" I push past him, brushing his shoulder with more force than necessary as I hurry by.
What do you want me to say? His parents pay really well. Sarah, ever the opportunist, rubs her fingers together in the universal sign for cash, a smirk tugging at her lips.
"Whatever," I mutter under my breath. "Just keep him away from my stuff." Without waiting for a reply, I pick up my pace, almost storming out. "Seeya!"
Behind me, Billy's voice echoes, loud and taunting, "Catch you later, loser!"
It takes every ounce of willpower not to whirl around and fire back some equally stupid retort, but I don't have time for his antics. I'm already running late. My brisk walk turns into a full sprint, his words fading into the distance behind me.
Part 2
The day at school dragged on--homework, distractions, and constant zoning out. By the time the bell rang, I was eager to get home and do nothing.
The quick walk home had barely cleared my head, and by the time I reached the front door, I was exhausted, each step heavier than the last. Just as I was about to cross the threshold, Billy popped out from behind the hallway corner, grinning like he'd been waiting for me.
"The star of the show has arrived!" Billy declared in that over-the-top voice of his, doing a weird little dance like he was performing on stage.
