High School Elite

Final chapter! As par for this series, multiple sex scenes present but a lot of story between.

Quick review of characters: Dylan (MC). Noah (conservative bf/ex). Alexander/Xander (hook up/revenge bf).

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"Hi, honey!" Noah opened the door smiling.

I couldn't bring myself to step in. "Noah, you need to break up with me."

"I beg your pardon? Come inside."

"I don't think I should."

"Are you okay?"

Ugh! He was concerned about me! "I cheated on you, like 30 minutes ago."

He laughed. "That's funny. Are you going to come in now? I'm too hungry to play along with your jokes in the doorway."

"I'm not joking! Today, when I asked you to visit me at my internship, I wanted to make out with you in one of the unused closets. I sent you the room number, remember? So, I waited for you there and didn't see your message that you couldn't make it until after... I thought you came, but um, you turned off the lights..."

"That wasn't me."

"Yes, I know that now! Well, I knew then, well, not the whole time. Just... at the end." I think I felt my cheeks pinken.

He grabbed my shoulders. "Were you forced, Dylan? Fucking shit!! I'm calling the police."

"No, no! I wasn't! Really!"

"It sure sounds like it."

"I wasn't forced. I thought it was you. I mean some things felt off, but I had been soooo horny all day, and he would have stopped, but I... it was too late." I gulped. I sounded ridiculous. But I had wanted to be honest.

"He made you feel good?"

I barely whispered out, "Yeah."

"Shit." He hugged me! I definitely didn't deserve that. "It's okay, honey. You didn't know."

I opened my mouth but didn't know what to say.

"How did you realize it wasn't me?"

I was red as a tomato as I answered quietly, "He played with my hole."

His fingers dug into my skin, and he took deep breaths. "I'm sorry it wasn't me for your first penetration."

Eeeeww why did he say it like that? And, darn it. I had to come clean about the other thing too.

"Um..." I pulled back. "This wasn't my first time."

"What?" The shock and brevity of his question almost came out bland.

"I'm not a virgin anymore. When we broke up over the summer, I..."

He let go of me as if burned. "Double shit!! With fucking who? No, don't tell me. What the fuck, Dylan?! I thought we had agreed to wait."

"Um, I never said I wanted to wait. But that's not the point. It was with-"

"No, don't tell me." His eyebrows drew together. "You're a slut."

Those words hit me like a slap to the face with how vehemently he said them. He looked fine when I said I cheated, but when I said I'm not a virgin anymore, he looked at me like... Like he was angry like a normal person. His hands balled into fists and relaxed, then balled into fists and relaxed again.

"I forgive you. I'll help you repent for your indecent behavior. We don't need to change things. I'll just have to watch you closer."

"Are you serious right now?" My bottom lip wiggled with emotion.

"Yes."

"I'm apologizing for being unfaithful today, but I'm not apologizing for having sex when we were broken up. That was my choice, and I don't have to 'atone' for that. Your beliefs don't have to be mine-"

"Just come inside already."

"Noah, this isn't-"

"I said it's fine! I forgive you!"

"Stop cutting me off!! And you shouldn't forgive me! I was with someone else! Twice! But I don't need to 'repent' for consensual sex."

"It was the same guy both times?"

"Yes, it was-"

"Don't tell me!"

"Xander."

"Who's that?"

"I mean, Alexander."

"You have a pet name for him?"

"Not really..." Was that a pet name or like a nickname between friends? I couldn't think of anyone else that called him that, though.

"I knew he had a thing for you! He's always watching you. But we're not breaking up. He doesn't get to have you."

"Uhmm, I wasn't thinking of dating him. And no one 'has me.'"

"Obviously. You're my boyfriend."

"I don't think I should be. For multiple reasons."

"Stop saying that. Everyone says we're good together."

"You want to keep dating me, because people say we're good together?"

"You're just looking for an excuse to shack up with Alexander, aren't you?"

My jaw dropped, but maybe I deserved that. I gulped. "I really think we should break up, Noah."

"Fine, I don't want to date a slut anyways." He shut the door in my face.

I had trouble falling asleep that night. The conversation with Noah was so awkward and weird. I can't believe I cheated. Who am I? Honestly, I deserved Noah's anger, but I didn't think I deserved... the other stuff. I didn't want his forgiveness, and also... I didn't want to be his boyfriend anymore. The worst part between the guilt was that I also kept having intrusive thoughts about Xander... and his cock. I wish the closet hadn't been so dark so I could've seen it! I'm a horrible person. But not in the way Noah kept pushing on me...

The next day, I avoided Alexander like the plague, but it was difficult, because he showed up wherever I went! He waited by my locker, trapping me with an arm.

"Why do you keep running away? Afraid your boyfriend will see?"

"Noah and I broke up. How could I still be with him after what we- I did?" I ran off.

When he found out I was single, he upped his chasing game. He intercepted me in the hallways on the way to class, but I made a 180 turn every time. Eventually, he got the point.

After that, the next few days, I could feel Alexander's eyes tracking me, but he didn't purposefully get in my space. I went about my days as normal as possible, throwing my energy into homework and club activities and sports practices.

Noah basically ignored me. Our mutual friends were starting to catch on that we weren't together. I could only make up so many excuses to miss lunch with them. This break up felt worse than the last time.

More than a few people made snide comments. I didn't retort back anything. That seemed to cause the most confusion.

Until, one day, I showed up at school, and everyone was whispering about me. I heard more than a few derogatory terms thrown my way.

It made sense when I made it to my locker. In big red paint, "SLUT" was written on it. A crowd had gathered to see my reaction.

Tears built in my eyes, but I didn't let any fall. Noah caused this. It wasn't even the graffiti. It was that Noah would try to hurt me... like this. I also knew he'd never do this himself. He must have instigated someone. There had been a handful of people who acted differently towards me since Noah and I had broken up this time.

I turned around with a smile and walked through everyone directly to the art room. I found paint of my own, and finished defacing my own locker.

It now read "PRINCE SLUT."

I turned to the growing amount of people and said, "I'm the best at everything I do. I'm not just a slut. I'm THE Prince Slut, and don't you forget it."

The crowd whooped and hollered.

The only person who looked disappointed and angry was Myles.

That bitch.

I let things cool down for a few classes, but after fourth period, I cornered Noah and pushed him against a wall. He was way stronger than me. He could've stopped me, but he cowered.

That coward.

"Just because I've been nice to you doesn't mean I'll tolerate anything further."

"Eff you. I didn't efface your locker."

"But you certainly catalyzed it. You won't receive a second warning."

Noah seemed to deflate. I walked away.

A few of my other friends kept me company as much as they could. Ashley was the only one that knew what I had done. He laughed at my semi-accidental adultery! Said I was punishing myself waaaay too harshly and that even a prude like Noah didn't seem to care.

An afternoon when I came home from school, one of the maids said I had a friend visiting in the kitchen. I thought Ashley wasn't coming over until later?

Except, when I rounded the corner into the kitchen...

Alexander was in my kitchen! Lucie was feeding him and chatting his ear off, like they were long lost friends!!

"What a nice, respectful man. Dylan, bring him around more often," she said pointing to the dark haired devil siting at my kitchen island when she finally noticed me.

Nice? Respectful? This... this... sinner! Ew, I sounded like Noah.

Lucie was usually such a good judge of character. How did Alexander weasel his way into her good graces?

I grabbed him and took him to the outside patio, so there would be less staff to overhear us.

I sat on an ornate metal bench with cushions. Instead of sitting at its chair equivalent, he sat right next to me, spreading his legs and taking up much more space than he needed to.

"What are you doing here?" I looked at him through narrowed eyes to give him the feeling I was looking down at him, though he's taller than me, even on the bench.

"I miss you. You won't talk to me at school. You won't answer my messages. You won't even look at me."

He placed his hand on my shoulder, which I shrugged off.

He rerouted to my leg.

"We have nothing to do with each other," I stated.

"Don't we?" He contoured.

Xander's hand, burning me through my pants, shifted closer to my inner thigh. My breath caught.

"I really shouldn't..." I mumbled and turned my head away. Though I didn't push his hand off my leg like I should have.

"You really should, love nugget." His breath ghosted my neck. I shivered and definitely didn't tilt my head for more access. His chest pressing against my arm rumbled. "You are a single man, after all."

"Thanks to you," I said in an unpleasant manner.

Xander paused and pulled away incrimentally. "Are you sad you're not together with him anymore?"

"...No. But I honestly don't know how I feel about you. What you did was horrible, and I likely won't be able to get passed it. Sorry."

"I've never done something like that before. And I've certainly never cheated on anyone."

"That's because you've never been committed to someone."

"I've never caused someone else to be adulterous. How's that? Just you, sugarplum."

"Am I supposed to be flattered? Because I'm not."

He held my face gently and turned me to look at him. In the most serious and sincere voice I'd yet to hear from him, he said, "I'm sorry."

My lips parted in surprise.

"If I knew how much it was going to upset you, I never would have done it. I wish I could take it back."

"Really?" I pulled away from his touch, but not with as much gusto this time. Just to breathe.

"Yes, I think about you all the time, Dylan. I just want you to be happy. Preferably with me." He gave me a quick, sneaky kiss on the cheek and left.

After that, I still occasionally couldn't sleep at night, but I found Noah and apologized in person again. For some reason, just as Ashley had said, he seemed less upset about me cheating and more upset that I had been "penetrated before marriage..."

Well, that weirdly helped me feel better.

......

And Noah was right; Xander was always watching me.

Every time I looked up, he was there gazing at me with his dark eyes. He followed my smallest movements and seemed enamored with a clumsiness of my hand or fond of reactions I gave. He even watched me eat!

"Stop watching me!" One day I yelled out of no where, exacerbated.

He lifted his eyebrows and chuckled.

I turned around, partially blocking his view.

But, I got used to it, and eventually started looking for him without noticing.

Sometimes, he'd wink or blow me a kiss or point to something silly with his eyes. He was fun. And constant. And nonjudgemental.

I felt his eyes on me at all times like a caress. A warm, slow, burning caress I couldn't shake.

Sometimes his gaze left me breathless, and his eyes darkened when he noticed. Other times, it was uplifting during a busy day. He looked at me like he cared wholeheartedly about me and was interested in every moment of what I did. Well, at least, it felt that way.

Eventually, it got to the point where I could understand what he was trying to say or how he felt.

Sometimes, he'd look at me, and I'd just knew he was thinking the most inappropriate thoughts, shooting zings of desire through me. He could read me like a book, and he knew when he affected me. His cheshire cat smile came out more often.

After days, or weeks, or what felt like years of eye fucking me, Xander started texting me again. Just funny reels or something helpful from class or silly names or cute compliments.

I started... sometimes... replying. He was cute.

Unitl he wasn't. He sent me a picture of his Saturday morning breakfast foam that looked like a heart, then a highly defined picture of him holding the coffee cup without a shirt on.

I liked the picture.

What was I doing? I shouldn't be encouraging him!

He replied with the smirk emoji and asked: What's your morning looking like?

I sent a picture of my cereal by the pool.

Xander: And?

Me: As if.

Xander: Please.

I sighed to myself. Fine!

I waited for Lucie to bring me a cup of orange juice to ask her to take a photo of me.

I sent the picture and immediately regretted it. Okay, not immediately. I regretted it 5 minutes later when he still hadn't replied back!!

What was taking so long? I was about to message that I'm never sending him anything ever again, when his message came through. Another picture.

What was that? Why did he send a picture of his hand? Was there something on it?

Xander was calling me!!

"Um, hello?"

"Hey, sweetheart." He sounded out of breath. "Fuck, thank you. I didn't know you would send me such a seductive photo."

"Wait, was that... a photo of your come?! Don't send me things like that!" I couldn't deny I felt a hundred degrees warmer.

"What did you expect sending me a photo like that?"

"What do you mean?" I pulled up the pic I sent him. Sure, I was in my swimsuit poolside, but I hadn't made any seductive pose or anything.

"The part of your swimsuit that was pulled down..." He groaned loudly. "Showed off your tan line perfectly. All I could think about was pulling it the rest of the way down and kissing and licking your exposed skin, teasing you until you melt against me, and shoving my big cock in your tight, little hole!"

I made a small sound. Oh wow, he... felt that all from this one photo? "I gotta go." I heard his laughter as I hung up and ran inside to... relieve myself.

In my room, just as I was reaching the brink, my phone rang. I was too busy using my hands to silence it, but I could see the screen.

A facetime call. From Xander. Why was he calling me right now? I increased my pace. Oohhh, so good. He was that excited by my photo. And touched his huge, hard cock. I missed his cock! It fit perfectly in me. Or, well, slightly too big, which made it all the better.

The phone silenced on its own, but started ringing again almost immediately.

Why was he calling when he knew I was... occupied. Oh! Heat shot through me. He wanted to watch, or hear, or something. Mhh, Xander watching me- Oohhh!! I moaned loudly in the empty room. My come splashed on myself.

I tapped accept. Xander answered and just listened to the silence.

"Fuck, I wish you answered earlier."

"Xander!" I chastised, but couldn't keep my giggles in. I saw his smile on the other side, too. I hung up.

The next week, Xander was waiting for me at my car.

"What are you doing here?"

When I opened the passanger side door to throw my bag in, Xander swooped in to take the seat and grabbed my bag on the way in.

"Again, Xander, what are you doing?"

He looked up at me with lidded eyes. "You know what it does to me when you say my name." His hands landed on my waist, burning me through the fabric of my shirt. Would I ever be not so aware of this man?

"Get out of my car," I said semi breathlessly.

"I'll consider it if you say my name again."

"Xander," I chastized.

"I couldn't hear you." He pulled me closer.

I leaned down. "Xander." My voice sounded too sweet to my ears to discourage his behavior.

"Mhmm, yes, Dylan?" He cupped either side of my face.

"Xander..."

He leaned closer. He smelled delicious as always. So manly. So clean. So... powerful. Like he could get what he wanted, and he wanted me.

His sharp jaw was well defined in the light. His lips neared and neared mine. His hand on the side of my face caressed me gently.

"Go to dinner with me."

It took a few moments to digest his request. He wanted dinner? With me? As in a date?

I leaned in closer to kiss his enticing lips, but he pulled back!

"Go to dinner with me," he repeated with a quick brush of his lips and pulled back again.

I chased his mouth, but he evaded!

"Are you... enticing me right now?"

He did another quick kiss with a swipe of his tongue. "Is it working?"

Little electric zings of pleasure shot throughout my body. "Fine, dinner."

He crashed his lips to mine. Finally! I moaned against him. He held my head with his hands and shoved his tongue down my throat. "Hmmph!!" He devoured me.

I was lightheaded and could only feel, smell, hear, and think of Xander.

Some unknown time later, he pulled back. When I tried to go for more, he playfully said, "I don't put out until after dinner, doll face," and winked.

I couldn't help the laughter that escaped.

He smiled wide, a rarety that made him even more handsome, and swiftly left my car as quickly as he had entered. "See you at 7."

After he closed the car door, I took a few minutes to replay the intense kiss and brush my swollen lips. I was like a school

boy with a crush!

I might have spent too much time getting ready that evening.

Xander arrived ten minutes before 7. I was ready but made him wait until the hour, because I'm like that apparently.

He chose a very upscale Italian (my favorite) restaurant. He held open the car door and pulled out my seat. I wondered if it might be awkward at times, but Xander left no room for that. We chatted easily about everything and nothing, between him showering me with compliments. When I told him he looks handsome as well, he reacted like he hadn't expected that at all, and he preened like I had made his night. This strong, thoughtful, charismatic man was sometimes so easy to please! Adorable!

We went on other dates, errr hang outs, I guess, too, like bowling and eachother's houses. He even cooked me dinner one night, and it was surprisingly good! What a charmer. Was there anything he couldn't do?

However, during this entire time, he didn't do anything other than a few chaste kisses... Was he trying to court me or something?

......

One day between classes, I got a text from an unknown number to meet outside the side of the building. We had a closed campus. I just thought someone wanted to ask me something about a club.

I rounded the corner to find Miles pressing Noah up against a wall, his mouth a breath away from Noah's. And Noah didn't move away.

I was angry. I had no reason to be. And, apparently I'm petty.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Quite a fitting setting for you two, wouldn't you say?" With my eyes, I indicated towards the close-by dumpsters. I knew that would get under both of their skin. I can't believe Noah didn't move away, but who am I to judge, right? Maybe he would be a better fit with someone else.

Miles was quick to retort, "You're one to talk. I heard you've been on multiple dates with Alexander the fourth."

"You're dating Alexander?" Noah finally joined the conversation.

"No, I mean, he asked me out, but we're just hanging out right now. It's not a big deal." Even though Noah and I were broken up, we had been close for so long that I couldn't help but overshare.

"Not a big deal," he repeated.

I walked away. That interaction made me feel a lot of feelings, not all quite indistinguishable. Mostly, not good feelings.