7

Women will have our skin. That's what my grandfather used to say constantly when I was a kid. Finally, the man I considered as such. In truth, it was Kevin's. One of the only memories I have of him since his death, surely because he was telling the truth.

This girl, it's clear, she will have mine. I want her every time I think of her damn bewitching azure eyes. A simple image, a simple memory, and I have the stick!

I am aware of being attractive to the charms of women in general but she, damn, I have never been so hard on in my life in such a short time and for so little. And the worst part of it all is that I haven't even really touched it yet. It's not for lack of wanting to, however, my cock is slowly dying not to know the feeling of entering her. It must be a pure delight, the pinnacle of enjoyment.

Damn, I need it! I clearly need to fuck and quickly, before imploding in my pants like a virgin in heat. Unfortunately, my cock decided it would be with this captivating brunette and no one else. Even the little blonde in my management class no longer has an effect on me and yet she did her best to try to bring me back to reason. But even her plunging neckline, which she walked around before my eyes every time she picked up her pen which fell, coincidentally, five times in an hour and a half, didn't make me flinch for a second.

Sorry honey, my dick is already taken.

"Hi," Rabbit says to me flatly as he enters the room, throwing his school bag at the foot of his bed before removing his T-shirt. I didn't know you would be there.

-It's also my pad, I remind you.

-I know. I just didn't know you'd be here at this time, he says, putting on a clean garment. It's not worth attacking me Kyle.

He sighs, calmly. Too quiet even.

I sit up in my bed to observe him, finding him strangely... Sad?

-What's the matter ? I wondered, cautiously.

-What the fuck can you do?

We exchange a confrontational look, then look away as I sink back into my mattress and he dumps his bag on his bed.

- It's true, I don't give a damn, I balked.

-Poor jerk.

-Kiss my ass !

He slams the door at the same time, still not looking at me.

Well, there is really something wrong. Unable to swallow my worry, I jump to my feet and catch up with him in the hallway of the boarding school.

-It's okay, tell me what's going on.

-What's happening ? I screwed up, here's what's going on! he almost exclaims, his eyes reddened by fatigue or the gnawing guilt. I really fucked up, I know it! So much so that my own brother doesn't even want to speak to me anymore.

I stiffened at the tone of his voice, helpless, overwhelmed.

-And to top it off, the parents called, they're coming to town this weekend and they want the four of us to go out to dinner.

-The farm ! I ordered him through clenched teeth, checking that no ears were lying around. Where are you? Do you want to make a general announcement on the microphone while you're there?

-You break my balls wanting to make it a secret Kyle, he gets angry. We don't care whether everyone knows it or not!

-Not me ! And you know very well why...

His gaze softens a little, as the pressure on his shoulders slowly eases.

- What time should you be at the restaurant? I asked, easily seeing the glimmer of hope running through him.

-7:30 p.m.

-Okay, I'll be there.

He nods silently before I walk away again, knowing full well that we are far from having solved all our problems. But honestly, I'm not even sure I want to or even have the strength to ever forgive him.

-Kyle? he reminds me.

I turn back to him, continuing to walk backwards. He watches me for a moment, then sighs, raising his hands to the sky.

- I'm fucking sorry...

-Yeah. Remorse eats away.

Without looking back, I close the door to our room. I know he takes it badly, probably even as badly as I do, but there's no way I'll forgive him so easily. He deserves this coldness between us, even if it's as difficult for me to establish it as for him to have to endure it.

Without really thinking about it, I've already clicked on Camille's contact and the ringtone rings against my ear. She responds to the last one, out of breath.

-Hello ?

-Hi, what are you doing?

-Fitness classes !

-Hmm... Leggings? I wondered, a vicious smile plastered on my lips.

She laughs but doesn't answer. My vision blurs for a moment seeing her again in her pajama leggings, wondering if she's wearing one like this right now and if it's as tight.

That's it, I'm back with the pole.

Damn leggings.

-You've finished ? I asked him, already putting on my shoes.

- Uh yes, I was going to take a shower, why? Everything's good ?

The way she asks me the question concerns me. Looks like she knows about what just happened with Rabbit, although that's impossible. To believe that she is a diviner.

- A shower, huh? I decided to stop only at that. I would take one too. With a nurse in garter belts rubbing my back...

She laughs again, but he chokes when I hear several people chatting behind her before the voices fade away.

-You should find what you need in the phone book, on the “prostitute” page, she teases me.

This time, I'm the one laughing.

-It's charming, I commented leaving my room. I don't need to pay for this kind of thing, my angel face is enough to get me everything I want.

- Good for you then. But me, your angel face, it's not enough for me.

- Liar, I feel you wet from here honey.

A strangled sound comes out of the handset, fueling my laughter.

- Are we going to have a bite to eat? I suggested as I reached the parking lot. And don't tell me no, I'm already on my way.

-Oh, well, hmm... Well, ok... But it's good because I'm hungry!

-If it reassures you to think that, I spoofed her back, certain that she rolled her eyes. I'll meet you in front of the gymnasium. And keep your leggings on, I really need to see this!

I'm pretty much 99% sure she won't, but it doesn't hurt to try.

I hang up without succeeding in extricating myself from the idiotic smile that I feel trailing on my lips, tirelessly thinking back to my grandfather's words.

Really, this one will have my skin if it continues.

Camille waves to me as she leaves the gym, ten minutes after I arrive. A horde of chicks come out at the same time as her, some still in combat gear; tight leggings and tank top. And damn, the only one that makes my pants feel apart is this blue-eyed brunette coming towards me. In jeans, as I suspected a little. But the worst part is that I'm not even disappointed.

-Hello, she says with an impeccable smile, her hand on her forehead to protect herself from the blinding sun. How are you ?

- Yeah... I'm fine... And you...?

Damn, she's unfairly way too pretty.

- Yes... Are we going to eat then?

Shit, how long have I stared at her?

- Uh yes, yeah!

I smirked as I came out of my trance, letting go of the hot thoughts that were forming in my mind. For a second, I could already see myself inside her, hearing her moan against me, her body shaking.

-Are you sure you're okay? she asks me again when we move on. You sounded weird on the phone...

So she really managed to guess that something was wrong. Definitely getting better and better...

-Yes, it's just that... Finally, I took the lead a little with Rabbit, nothing bad but I wanted to get some fresh air and change my mind, I confessed to him. What better company than your pretty little ass?

She chuckles as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

No, pause. Did I just replace her hair?

But what the fuck is this? Am I possessed or what!

His gaze gauges me oddly, surely wondering what's happening to me. I'm not really recognized for being the most caring and delicate guy, I understand that she is wondering now.

-Mcdonalds ? I asked nervously, shoving my hand in my pocket.

-You want to ruin all my efforts at the gym?

I laughed, silently thanking her for diverting the subject and sending that weird gesture I just made, which was clearly putting us both uncomfortable, into oblivion.

-Okay, then you choose.

Fifteen minutes later, I find myself in a vegan brasserie. Kind without animal products according to Camille. I wonder what I can eat if I can't even have a steak. The menu offers many alternatives, but the food names are too complicated for me to understand what it is supposed to replace.

Bulgur? What is that thing ?

-What do you take ? she asks me.

-Uh, very good question, I chuckled. At least there are fries?

-Sweet potatoes, yes.

Oh, great.

-I'll take something without seeds, if possible, I decided reluctantly. I'll let you order for me.

Well, finally, it's okay, it wasn't that gross. But no one should ever find out that a woman made me eat a soy steak. Never !

Damn chick...