It was the night before the last day of school, also the night I was gonna sleep, peacefully. Before beginning the story, you should know about me and who I am to actually understand what is gonna happen the next day. My name is Faiyaz, and I go to Sir Stephen school for higher education. A school that has been standing now for almost a century of politics, exodus and record education standards. My grandfather went here, so did my mom and dad. Yes, you guessed it right, they are high school love birds. And yes, that's why I have a weird name, Faiyaz, Doer of good deeds. As if I am the meanest one in my whole batch. I don't even spare my teachers, and my classmates are afraid to talk to me. They don't want to be insulted, nor do they want to be friends with me. I guess heavy is the head that wears the crown.
My mom and decided that one child is enough of a burden on their love so I don't have any siblings but they are quite focused on me. My dad enrolled me in badminton when I was a child and after 2 hours of exhausting me mentally since childhood. I turned out to be a failed prodigy.
The night before I was practicing Smash at the school court alone. My forehead was dripping with sweat, my t-shirt was sticking to my chest, my feet were burning in these shoes. The flood light and buzz of insects were just making it feel like I was gonna miss it, Playing badminton on the school court. I don't think I will pursue badminton once I go to college. So, I had to make it all count. There were a few other players there, mostly juniors. All my batchmates left early. Why would a normal high school teenager practice before the last day of school? Petty me. Although a junior girl, Ishita, who has a crush on me was giving me company. She has short hairs, a smiling face. She lives in the house across the street. If you ask me, quite a fancy house with a roof garden. I understand why she was waiting for me. It might be the last time we walk together home. I also know she is expecting something. Something to remember, a moment, a sensation, it might be a kiss. All the while, I was thinking, should I go for it or leave it, go for it or leave it. It might be her 1st kiss. I don't want to ruin it. But maybe I can make it. I remember my 1st kiss at the badminton tournament last year. It was all sweaty as lips clashed, all wet, left my lips burned, scorched, thirsty for more. I don't think I will ever feel that current again but I might make someone else feel that.
Thinking about the kiss gave me a hard on so I decided to wrap it up for the night and head to the Locker room to freshen up. I waved at Ishita, signaling her that I will be back in 5 minutes but we both know I never do. I packed my things and left for the locker room. The empty hallways filled with shadows and noises of summer breeze clashing with windows almost made it haunted. I was alone in the locker room, with the stench of moist smell, I took out my dick, raging, stroked it a bit. Stared myself in the mirror as I undressed and went for that cold shower to calm myself, and put a rest to my thoughts. The noise of water, blurring everything out now. My member is flaccid now, still hanging like a bell without life. I kept thinking what should I say to her. To be honest I don't talk much to her but there has been always this silent sexual tension between us. Many people think we are dating, but we aren't. We just happen to be silent friends. But now I also want to kiss her and seal this deal of silent friends into a moment. I know we will meet again sometime and see each other's eyes with a flash and we both will know what the other one is thinking. I rushed to my shower and got dressed, thrusted my dirty clothes in my bag and ran. I wanted to be the first one to kiss her.
I slowed down before reaching the court, I was gasping for air now. I looked around and realized she had left. For the first time, she left. I guess it wasn't written today. Someone shut the floodlights and it was all pitch black. The rest of the people left in court started to shout. Few took out their phones. It was near 8 now, closing time. The guard was whistling, it meant a wrap up for today for everyone now. I went and sat on the bleachers, took out my phone to check any text:
Mom: when will I be home? Did you go out with friends?
Vivaan: I am at the football ground
Arushi: Meet up schedule of tom.pdf
Ishita: I am sorry my dad came to pick me up, it was getting pretty late.
Actually, it was late, there was not even the twinkling of stars today above school. I overdid it and missed it. Nothing to regret now.
My home is on Vivaan's way home and he must be enjoying it with his football buddies at the ground. I don't want to go there and be a pariah. He is one of the guys who tolerates me even if I am mean and not an enjoyable company.
Still, I was making my way towards it because I know he won't leave till dragged out or thrown out of school and I wasn't even in the mood to stay any longer till needed. I didn't used to like him before but we kind of became friends after we became bench partners in the fifth grade and used to cheat in Exams.
My phone buzzed and it was Vivaan, to my surprise he pinged me that he was at the school gate. Was it a coincidence or he just knew I was going to be alone, desperate to go home? But who knew it was the last time we were gonna take this walk home and everything will change tomorrow? A change that is gonna change our whole lives.