I didn't fully understand Bobby, but I guess that was probably true of most people that knew him. He was a sullen, silent type that only spoke after careful deliberation. He wasn't worried about people's feelings. In fact, he didn't care much about anyone other than himself and his immediate family members. He didn't really love me the way I wished that he would have. He loved everyone else but me. I'm not sure he was even capable of loving like that. All I know is that I needed to be loved like that but he just wasn't the guy that I thought he was.
I was coming to terms with it as we grew closer and the problems with our friendship began to illuminate as our feelings for one another grew. Bobby stayed out late at night and fucked his way through tons of women. Any chance of us being together had been crushed at that point when I realized what a player he was. I had confronted him about being a man-whore and he always denied it. I could feel it in my bones that he was hiding something so when I walked in on him fucking my best friend, Hailie I wasn't shocked. My heart instantly broke, but I was fine, able to walk home and keep a smile plastered across my stupid face until I made it to the safety of my room. I cried harder than I'd ever cried, sobbing myself to sleep.
***
"Did you hear me, Lorna?" Bobby was in front of me and it felt like I was seeing a ghost. He had been such a part of my life for so long and then he was gone from it overnight, and things had been over between us.
"Bobby? What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking a class," he tried his best to smile warmly at me. I could tell he was trying to be nice and my heart softened.
"Lorna is the best," Bobby said to the woman he had been talking to before he saw me walk past.
"I'll be back in a minute," the girl said, looking first at him, then at me. She gave me a knowing look like she was siding with me, so I shot a look of superiority over to Bobby.
"Still flirting with everything that moves, I see," I couldn't hide my anger and jealousy. I had never wanted to be away from Bobby. The way things had gone hadn't been my choice. I wanted him desperately and yet I was too afraid to tell him how I felt because I knew, deep down, that he really didn't want me. I knew that he was going to just leave me at some point down the road. I wasn't the right person for him and I needed to face facts.
It's just that I didn't want to.
"You know I'm a flirt but it doesn't mean anything," Bobby said smoothly. I was certain that he was going to turn and flirt with another woman but instead, he focused his energy on me. "What are you doing here, Lorna?"
"I'm going back to school. My first class is English 1."
"No way! Mine too! What teacher?"
"Stark, it says right here," I pointed to my schedule, which was pulled up on my phone.
"Wow, Lorna you are not going to believe this! We are in the same class! I think it might be fate."
"Yeah," I agreed, "it must be fate." I let my voice get light and airy, the way girls get when they want to bounce on a guy's cock. I was flirting with him even though I knew he was with someone else now and that we weren't meant to be.
"You look really nice today, Lorna. I've been meaning to tell you that personally," Bobby's gaze rested on my tits and I knew exactly what he wanted. We went into the classroom since it was almost time for the class to begin. Bobby sat next to me as Professor Stark took the podium at the front of the room.
Mr. Stark was a very formal looking professor who wore a full suit, complete with french cuffs and cuff links in the shape of guitars. His English accent was the sexiest bit about him and as soon as I heard it, I wanted to fuck him. He had a modern hairstyle and a bit of stubble on his face that showed his age a bit. He spoke animatedly about the upcoming quarter and everything that they would be reading and writing about. Bobby texted me throughout the class.
"You look hot. I want to eat that pussy."
"After class then."
"I'm going to tear that pussy up."
"Bring it. I'm horny."
"I'm going to dick you down right here in this classroom."
"No! That's too risky."
"Come on, let me fuck you on the desk. We'll wait until everyone leaves."
