It's only been an hour since I got here and 30mins ago that I got my dick sucked by that bimbo and I'm already bored outta my mind...ughhh so much for an entertaining weekend!
I got up and walked back inside , went to my room upstairs in the cabin and got a change of clothes after getting dressed I decided to go explore the forest a little
I went back out with my keys in hand
Walked back to where I parked my bike got on and headed a little ways up north of the cabin
I rode for about 10 minutes and decided this place looked nice enough to explore. I got down and hid my bike behind a bush 6ft from the road and walked in on foot
Three minutes into my walk, I realized the place looked familiar. I think I chased that stupid faggot here before. He got lucky enough that we didn't end up finding him. I think our school is about a 15 minute walk from here.
I kept walking when I heard a really nice voice which sounded familiar singing and humming behind a curtain of leaves.
I slowly crept forward and I was taken aback by the beauty of this place. it was a small meadow hidden perfectly behind trees and the curtain of leaves. If it wasn't for the singing and humming of that person I would've never found this place
It had a small waterfall running into the lake, beautiful wild flowers everywhere a huge weeping willow tree a little close to the lake with little rabbits bouncing around. Birds were chirping happily, bees buzzing not too far from here and beautiful lush green grass covered every inch of the place. I wanted taking a picture to remember this place but I decided against it, can't have my friends wanting to come here and bring other kids here even by accident if they saw the picture on my phone.
It was better off without teens coming here to do all sorts of unspeakable things.
Then I noticed a figure covered in purple facing the other way.
The person was clearly a guy, he wasn't buff from the outline of his clothes.
He had on a purple sweatshirt and purple sweatpants too and matched it off with a pair of purple vans..he had his white hair in a high bun and a really cute bubble butt. Couldn't help noticing that.
I slowly crept forward towards the person who was too caught up in his humming to notice me and when I was close enough I grind.
'Must be my lucky day' I thought to myself.
It was Ashley, the annoyingly stupid nerd of our school. We we're friends once and I used to think he was kinda cute with his baby blue eyes, freckles littered on his face, his tiny button nose, full pink lips and his white locks. well, until he came out a year ago that he was gay. I honestly don't understand what my sister jessica saw in him but she's best friends with him.
Before he could notice me I was already too close for comfort. I released a hot breath on his neck and he stopped humming immediately, he started turning slowly then froze when he heard my voice
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the nerdy faggot" and chuckled darkly
Oh this is going to be fun.
He didn't move not even a tick from him. I also noticed he held his breath out've fear of me.
'That's right freak, you should cower in fear whenever you hear my voice' I thought to myself.
"Oh, and you should probably breathe 'cause you're turning blue" When I said that I heard him release a shaky breath.
"Turn around idiot I don't have all day. Wait, I actually do have all day to torture you but I wouldn't want you dying just yet, less fun for me right"
He slowly turned around, as if praying to God it was not me but sadly it was.
I snickered at that.
He looked pale and almost passed out from seeing me when he was fully facing me.
"What is a disgusting thing like you doing in such a beautiful place?" I asked
"I think you should get a punishment for littering this place" when he didn't answer nor blink or do anything at all I got annoyed
"for a nerd like you I'd think you'd be smart enough to know when someone is talking to you" he still didn't say anything
"what does my sister even see in you that made her pick an idiot like you as a best friend. ya know I think she should find someone better, someone less of a faggot as a best friend, someone who deserves her time of the day but sadly, she seems to think you're the right person to fit the role of a best friend"
Still no response. No reaction, nothing.
Now I was pissed. I know I told him never to talk back or look me in the face when I was talking to him but I was still pissed.
I at least expected the occasional whimpers that slipped past his lips when I said mean things to him but now, nothing!
I was so pissed I didn't even know what I was doing when I grabbed his sweatshirt and tugged him forward, landing a heavy blow to his ribs, I heard a satisfying crack. ouch, that outta hurt.
Well, he brought this upon himself.
I gave him another blow to the same place which I know would certainly break a rib or two and let him fall to the ground. He tried blocking a few kicks to his stomach by curling himself into a ball as much as his body could allow. That won't stop me.
I kept hitting him and landing kick after kick to his sides and back and anywhere it could reach.
I still wasn't satisfied so I spat on him, and picked him up hearing a painful groan leave his lips brought me immense, sadistic joy.
I dragged his limping body to the lake and grind when I saw his eyes widening in fear.
He started kicking and thrashing around while screaming at me to let him go but boy was he sadly mistaken.
When I was at the bank of the lake I smiled at him and threw him in.
I knew he couldn't swim nor did I care even when a little voice at the back of my head was screaming at me to stop.
I watched in satisfaction as he thrashed around, screaming for help trying to get out of the water but no one was around to help him.
It had only been two minutes when he suddenly stopped, which caught my attention. I saw his hair floating downwards and cursed "shit! if mom finds out I killed someone she's gonna kill me" I muttered
I took off my hoodie and jumped in.
For a small lake, it was quite deep
I swam to where his body was floating downwards going deeper into the water and grabbed him, swimming back up I brought his limp body out've the water and got out.
He wasn't breathing or moving or doing anything.
I was fucking terrified right at this moment. I pressed my palms together on his chest three times while giving him mouth to mouth and repeating it a few more times. Even if the situation was dire, a little part of my perverted mind was happy that I had somehow managed to kiss his tempting lips, even if it wasn't really considered a kiss.
Thankfully, he coughed up water which was a lot, might I add.
After a large amount of water was outta his system, He went limp again but he was breathing slowly this time.
I slumped back against the willow tree and looked at him. He looked so peaceful
his hair wasn't in a bun anymore and it fell slightly below his shoulders, his freckles looked more prominent from the cold lake and his lips looked like a dark pink, almost red color
I never realized how beautiful this boy was until now when he almost died cause of me.
If he died, my sister would never forgive me and I wouldn't forgive myself either.
I felt a painful tug at my heart just thinking about him dying, laying lifeless on the ground.
I had always liked Ashley, always wanted him to pick me over everyone else but he chose Jess over me and that had hurt me deeply. I wanted him but never really pursued my hearts desire because I was afraid of what people would say, of what my friends would think of me. Pretty stupid thought because both my parents were women. If they didn't judge my parents love why would they judge me?
Whenever I had sex with a girl I always imagined it to be him.
I knew I liked him and I was so jealous of him for having the courage to come out about his sexuality that I started bullying him. I just realized how stupid I was.
If this boy had died I don't know what I would've done.
At this moment I decided that I would apologize to him when he wakes up and ask him out. 𝐈𝐅, he does forgive me.
I would also tell my friends that I liked him.
I just hope he forgives me.