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WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME - PART 1
HIGH SCHOOL
"You better tell that baby to move, because I'm coming in." This random guy said to a pregnant lady on the TV.
"Oh, God." I snickered. "Who says that?" We were sitting on the couch watching TV under a ton of blankets with the fireplace softly crackling.
"I would." Bryce said with a cocky little grin as he turned to me and nibbled on my ear lobe.
"Stop!" I giggled and pushed at his shoulder as he started pushing me down onto my back. "Bryce, my parents are gonna be home soon! Stop!" I just started laughing as he was tickling me, using his fingers to grab hold of my hips and gently stroking them.
I must have looked like a spastic noodle as I tried to move out of the way.
"I would, but you like it." He said as he ran his tongue quickly over my neck and bit the skin there and just held it between his teeth. I felt his breath in my neck, a mixture of chocolate and coffee, as he pressed his excitement into my leg.
This was the part that always confused me and messed me up the most. Bryce was two years older than me and when we were babies he used to be my idol. He could do no wrong. To be honest he still couldn't. But I had always been just a little obsessed with him. Well obsessed in a good way. I always knew I liked him and wanted him. But Bryce was THE most popular boy in school. He was seriously not the sharpest knife in the drawer when it came to academics, but he was an amazing athlete. He was the team captain and star player of most sports teams at our high school.
In a normal situation we shouldn't be friends. We wouldn't even talk to each other. But Bryce's and my mom were best friends since junior high. Bryce's mother married her high school sweetheart—the football quarterback who worked at a local warehouse of some kind. My mother married a bad boy type in college who ended up becoming one of the foremost developers in the area.
My name is Casey. I am 15 years old and already a senior in High School. I am the most under the radar guy you would ever meet. People always talk about "Casey Colors" as in my wardrobe. White, cream, beige, brown, grey, navy blue, black, charcoal, etc. Dead colors they call it. Neutral colors that don't draw a lot of attention. I wear contacts most of the times, but I do have those big nerd glasses too that I wear when I am home alone.
So you must be thinking that I am the most pathetic person in the world right? In love with his childhood best friend. A friend who is popular and straight, well straight when I am not around to mess with his mind as he always tells me. A guy that is never going to be mine.
Well I am not exactly "out" either. Some of the mean, popular kids at school always say things like that and I am sure my parents suspect, but we don't discuss it. I am a Carteret. We are classy, dignified and always controlled and we do not share our secrets with anyone. ANYONE.
"Casey." He whispered into my ear as he let go of my neck with his teeth. "Why do you do this to me?" He asked as he moved his head back and looked at me. His eyes were glazed over with lust or passion or whatever. Bryce was straight. With me being the exception to that rule. Since Bryce started thinking of jerking off and doing anything sexual I was there. I was his one true friend, I was his "diary" who he could share all his secrets and desires with, but I was also the one thing in his life he couldn't live without.
Bryce had tried to stay away. He really had. We ignored each other and it would last a few days, maybe even a week if it went well and then I would find Bryce calling me from the tree outside my window asking to come in, always at night, but sometimes even during the rain.
"I'm sorry." I said. "I really try to be invisible and stay out of your way." I whispered softly as his face came closer. His eyes were doing the elevator thing on my face, moving up and down. If he weren't straight I would have called it checking me out.
I saw his eyes rest on my lips.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered right before he kissed me. It was soft and gentle. The same way he always kissed me. Like he was scared to hurt me or something. I mean I was pretty tiny. His girlfriend was bigger than me.
He was the most handsome and sexy person I had ever seen. Ever. He was tall and built from all the sports he played. He had that sexy and cocky grin from knowing people looked at him and found him attractive. But he was kind. And he treated me with respect. Always respecting my boundaries. Not pushing me too far.
I felt sorry for him sometimes. Everyone always wanted something from him. I was the only one who didn't take. But I gave him something. Even if it was just a part of me, well not my virginity. He knew I was old fashioned and wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. Even if I legally can't get married.
"I wish you were a girl." He whispered into my ear, while our breath was rasping from exertion. I pushed him away slightly. He rolled back to the side of the couch watching me as I got up to grab our coffee mugs.
That hurt. I admitted to myself. Wow, that really hurt.
"Case?" He asked using the stupid nickname he had given me as a child.
"Do you want some more coffee?" I asked plastering on a smile for him.
"Case, that's your Carteret smile." He said reaching for his head to scratch it, which in turn caused his t-shirt to ride up and expose those tanned abs of perfection.
"I'm fine." I walked to the kitchen placed the mugs in the dishwasher and put on the kettle.
"I'm sorry." He said as he placed his chin on my shoulder. He sighed. "Please don't be mad at me." He said turning me around.
"You'd be the perfect wife. That's the only reason I said it." He stuck his tongue out at me smiling.
"F you." I said as I started to feel the smile forming on my face. He is so slick he can get away with anything.
"See? You can't even swear decently." He smiled as he playfully punched my chin.
"Honey! We're back." My mom said as she walked into the kitchen. She was dressed in a black evening gown and my father was in a tuxedo.
Bryce moved a step back and smiled at them.
"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Carteret."
"Hallo Bryce. Its good to see you." My mother said smiling. My father shook his hand and also smiled.
"How did you do this football season?" My father asked showing that he was the biggest football guy out there. I kind of zoned out as they discussed it. Even my mother was sharing in the conversation. I honestly had no idea what happened with that game at all. It was too confusing. I hated any sports apart from tennis or jogging. I was really good at that.
"Told you he zones out if I talk about sports." Bryce teased as he pulled me to him and rubbed my hair. "At least you are pretty." He puckered up his lips acting like he was gonna kiss me. I punched him in the arm and said: "Ewww. I don't wanna kiss a dumb jock." Causing my parents to laugh hysterically and saying goodnight as the head upstairs.
"Ewww?" He asked looking at me with his eyebrow raised almost blending in with his hair.
"Stop it." I said rolling my eyes.
"Ewww??" He asked a little louder moving towards me.
"Bryce!" I said as I saw him coming for me. I turned and ran to the living room and jumped under the blankets. He tried to find me.
"Fuck, you're so small I can't even feel where you are." He said as he tried to reach for me again. I felt him grab my foot.
"NOOO!" I screamed as I started to say: "Stop!!! Bryce, you know how ticklish I am!!!"
He grabbed my ankle, I felt his hand wrap around it almost twice as he pulled me up causing my back to rise into the air as well when he started laughing all evil like and said: "Beg me and I might change my mind."
"I'm a Carteret. We don't beg." Which must have looked ridiculous as I was looking up at him with my t-shirt around my neck and my entire backside in the air as he held my ankle in his hands.
"Okay, so how about you choose. Either let me tickle you for 10 minutes or rub your feet for 30 minutes?"
"Dude, seriously? Massage away. I think I am totally digging this fetish thing you have going." I teased as he dropped my leg back onto the couch.
He sat down and grabbed my leg and placed it in his crotch which was hard and started rubbing away after removing my socks.
"It's so delicate and perfect." He said. His cheeks were lightly blushing. I really did find his arousal at something so silly to most people endearing.
I couldn't look at him. It was embarrassing. But it felt really, really good. After a while I found my eyes closing as I relaxed and drifted off to sleep.
I don't know if I dreamed the next part.
He must have gotten a text or something, because he placed a little kiss on the sole of my foot, covered me with a blanket and kissed me on the head whispering: "I think maybe you might be the one if I can just find the courage Case."
And with that he left.
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