Three

Somehow, the knowledge of the large possibility of my being sent to an all-boys boarding school made me even more aware of the fact that there were many girls around me that I would never get to taste.

Of course, there were plenty I never want to taste, but there are so many that I would love to.

As I’m walking down the hall, I feel a surge of sadness flow past me, and I turn around to see Casey’s friend Emily walking away from where I’m heading. Something must have happened. Suddenly realizing what will really make Casey mad, I turn on my heel and walk over to her. I ask, “Emily? Something wrong?”

“Derek?” She looks really surprised, and a little annoyed. “What do you want?”

“You look really upset. Did something happen?”

She sighs and looks away. “Yeah…” she admits. She then proceeds to tell me how her boyfriend just broke up with her. I play the nice guy act, knowing how much it would piss off Casey if I slept with Emily. Plus, I hate Emily’s now ex-boyfriend, and, I’m actually very surprised that I haven’t gotten into her pants yet. I need to fuck her before I get sent to that damn school… if Nora and George decide that, anyway.

“I’m really sorry, Em,” I murmur in her ear, and I can see her blushing at my hot breath against her skin. “Some guys are just real jerks.”

“You’re… you’re one to talk,” she sputters, flustered. Did she EVER get over that little crush of hers?

Let’s see.

The halls are mostly empty; it’s the end of the day so nobody’s paying attention to us. I pull her into a shady spot under the stairs and pull her close to me in a gentle hug. “You deserve someone better,” I breathe, stroking her hair.

Then, to my surprise, she pushes away from me.

“I’m sorry, Derek, but I was just dumped by my boyfriend,” she says. I can feel the irritation and sadness growing in her. “I don’t need this.” Then, lowering her voice, she hisses, “I know what your kind of sympathy is.”

I’m a little—actually, a lot—surprised that she’s refusing me, my touch. Girls don’t push me away when I grace them with a hug. “My kind of sympathy?” I ask through gritted teeth, forcing a smile and keeping my tone light. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, I think you know what I mean,” she sneers, suddenly very angry. “My friend, Melissa? I think you’ve met. After all, you ruined her relationship. Her boyfriend found out right after you left the party you two had in her bedroom. Yeah. They’re both heartbroken because of you!”

“Little slut could’ve kept her pants on,” I hear myself grumbling, before I can stop it.

Emily slaps me hard across the face. I’m amazed at her strength. “How dare you! Don’t you ever talk about her that way! And keep your paws off me. You’ll never get me under your wacky spell again, Derek. So you better leave me and Melissa alone, or I’m going to call the cops!”

I raise my eyebrow curiously, but I’m still seething. “Is that a threat?”

“You’re damn right it is.” Her mouth twitches in anger, and then she turns sharply on her heel and storms off. Rage is just melting off of her, and I feel it boiling in myself.

How dare I? How dare I?!

Ohh, that makes me mad. Girls are so insufferable! Why do they even exist?!

I’m still fuming when I get home. By some weird chance of fate, Nora and Dad are both right there in the living room, and nobody else seems to be around. I slam the door shut.

Dad looks at me irritably. “Derek, don’t slam the—”

“Send me to the school!” I shout angrily, marching up to them and pointing a finger at them.

“What?” the both of them ask together.

“You heard me!! Send me to the fucking boarding school!”

“Hey, hey, watch your language!” Dad stands up.

“I don’t want to watch my language, I want to get away from all of you and all the drama at school that I don’t fucking need! I just wanna eat, fuck, and watch sports! That’s all!”

“DEREK!”

They’re both really angry.

And then, despite my rage, I realize in some corner of my mind what I’ve done. I’ve just fucked myself over. I’m probably going to be shipped off to some other country, like some American military camp. But I can’t help it. I’m so angry. Why, though? Why am I so angry? Emily couldn’t be the only reason for my fury.

I don’t really much care about the reasons behind the display I just presented to my dad and step-mom. I may or may not analyze it later. I’m just mad. I’ll be upset about what I’ve done later. But now, I’m mad.

“Ooooooh, you are in sooo much trouble,” says an annoying voice behind me. I look back and see Casey standing in the doorway of the kitchen, smirking.

I shoot her a mocking glare, but I bite my tongue. Anything I say will just make this worse.