Street Lights - 9 - Sex Stories

Street Lights - 9

... an orange Tic-Tac on the end of my pencil. I see Brad slip in and take his seat up towards the front of the class. I send him a message on BBM. Link: Sooo.. hi. Brad: Supp. L: Bored. Come sit with me. He looks back at me and Stacy. B: I think I'll pass. L: Booooo. Why? B: I need to get my work done. L: I can help you with it? B: I can do it myself. L: …. k. I look up at Brad as he pulls a book and folder out of his bag. I roll my eyes and get Stacy's attention. “You don't have to tell me, I already know what you're going to ask. Yes, he seems to be acting strange. No, I don't know why. Oh and this is Coral Blue eye shadow,” Stacy shoots off. Damn. I lean back and begin bouncing a red Tic-Tac on my pencil again, this time actually trying to see how long I could keep it up. “I see what you did there,” Stacy says, looking up from her mirror. She looks amazing. “Huh?” I ask, not exactly knowing what she was talking about. “You were agitated earlier with the orange one, now that you're mad it's red. Next time, try to be a little more bold with your symbolism,” Stacy says before going back to her makeup. I huff and look at the ceiling. The bell rings before too long and Brad shoots out of his seat, leaving me and ...

... Stacy behind. - - - - - - - - - - - - - I get home and go to my room, locking the door behind me. I'm tired. Not physically but mentally. I need a break. For spring break in a few weeks, I think I'll just have a stay-cation. I sit down on my bed and look out of the window at Carter's house. His curtains are open and I can see his bed. I remember when we would flash lasers at each other in the middle of the night. After a few minutes I see Carter get in his bed, shirtless. Then I see another boy get in on top of him. Is that...? NAH! Couldn't be! I grab my phone and check the tracking app I downloaded on Brad's phone. 270 yards directly ahead. Funny, Brad lives almost 2 miles away from me, where he oughta fucking be! All of hell was about to break lose. I get up and change into a yellow tank top, some black basketball shorts, my orange skater shoes and my dad's ruby class ring. My heart is beating too damn hard and I swear it's trying to climb out of my throat. All I can see is red at this point. I fly down the stairs and start heading towards Carter's house. I hope Carter and Brad are on good terms with their makers, because I'm about to send them to 'em! It's about to be a bunch of slow singing and flowing bringing!