I have only been rejected once in my 26 years of age, when I was 15 years old, it was also the only time I ever confessed to anyone, maybe that's why I haven't been rejected more than once, because I never tried that again in my life, and neither will I.
Because I was an accelerated student, I was in senior high at 15, obviously, the youngest in the class, and it was even more annoying because I was in my older brother's class with his friends. All I could think about was English Literature at Oxford because my dream was to be a writer, and I was focused on it, but to get myself a recommendation letter from the headmaster who was from Oxford, and to get to Oxford, I needed to be the best, to be the top 1. No distractions.
Everything was going alright, I was the top student of my year, I was in the debate club, I was also in the volley female team, and all the teachers liked me. Sure, most of my class hated my guts and so did nearly everyone else, but I couldn't care less, not when Oxford was at stake. But of course, something would try to fuck me up.
That something was Hayes Crowther, my older brother's best friend, and the twin brother of the most hated guy in school Rhyot Crowther, who not even my brother Cole liked at all. In fact, everyone hated him, even his own twin hated him. But this is not about that piece of shit, it's about the other bastard... Hayes.
The Crowther were a powerful old money family from Massachusetts, they had their little claws everywhere in the state, and though my family, the Sinnott, is also old money and had power, it was nowhere near what the Crowther could do. They were legacies from Harvard, and though Rhyot would easily get in with his amazing grades, because he was a troublemaker jerk but smart, his brother was... not. So, afraid of getting in a tight spot with the Crowther, the headmaster told me to help him.
Yes, the old jerk told me to be Hayes' teacher for mathematics, physics, chemistry, history, and literature. I wanted to say no, but he said that, if I helped Hayes and made him get the good grades, he would give me my recommendation letter, and that was the most important to me. So, I accepted, because my future in Oxford was more important than my annoyance of him.
The Crowther twins were nearly impossible to be set apart, except they were, not physically because that, yes, was impossible, but they were opposites. Where Hayes was easygoing and extroverted, had an easy laugh, was always with flirting with everything alive even plants, and was loud; Rhyot was antisocial and introverted, never smiled or laughed or showed any signal that there was anything bright inside his chest at all, never flirted because he was too busy hating humanity for that, and was silent as a tomb and only spoke when needed. So, yes, it was easy to set them apart.
Hayes was happy that I was going to teach him, my brother, on the other hand, hated it, because he wasn't so close to me but he has always been the jealous type, he was scared Hayes would flirt with me. He was right, Hayes did flirt with me, shamelessly, immensely, all the damn time, with no reservations, and though I didn't like that initially, in the 6 months I taught him everything, he grew on me... like a tumor. For the first time in my 15 years, I found myself having a crush, on none other than Hayes Crowther, and on 1000th time he made a move on me when we were alone in his house, I allowed him to.
I still remember the day, it was 6 pm of May 26th of 2015, on a Tuesday. He had felt different then, he was a bit more subtle with his flirting than usual, and he was speaking to me in a more sensual tone, not so annoying loud, he had also bathed before our class, which was rare since he usually bathed afterwards. And when he leaned into me, with that infuriating sensual grin I got so used to seeing on him, instead of leaning back, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pressed my lips on his.
He probably didn't think I would give in after so long refusing him, because he froze for a moment, until he was kissing me back, hand around my waist and deepening the kiss. The kiss then turned into a savage make out section, that turned into something more. Before I could control myself, I found myself naked and riding his enormous cock, as he sucked on my breasts and marked my light skin with his lips.
It was my first everything.
Hayes took my first kiss and my virginity in one night, and he took his time, he didn't orgasm fast like I had heard the girls in school saying he did, he made me orgasm first, then he orgasmed on my mouth, and after I gave him my first blowjob, he ate my pussy like a dessert.
By 11:30 pm, I could barely move and I struggled to stay awake, I was just glad that his room was soundproof or I wouldn't have been able to face any of them. The next day was going to be a school holiday, so, no classes, and nearly everyone else was out partying, I wasn't, and for once, neither was him. But I had to go home while my brother wasn't at home, or he would freak out, and I couldn't let that happen when we were so close to graduation.
When I realized what I did, I low-key panicked, and he just watched me panic, laying down naked on the bed, looking drugged, he only reacted when I told him that we should pretend that never happened, because if my brother knew I had slept with his best friend, he was going to kill him. Hayes tried to speak, to disagree with me, but I was already dressed and on the door when he finally opened his mouth. On a panicked state, I told him what we did was a mistake and shouldn't have happened, then I left his family's villa.
Well, I regretted.
Especially when Hayes really did start acting like we had never done anything, acting like I had never given myself to him at all, and that fucking pissed me off. Even more when I saw him flirting with the other girls in class and out of it, it felt... humiliating. He even had the audacity to ask me why I was acting so weird, if he had done anything.
Seriously, what the hell?
So, on the Friday of June 5th, around the 3rd period of the noon, at 3:30 pm, he came after me close to the gymnasium of our Prep school, asking me to talk to him because my behavior was freaking him out. I snapped, yelling at him that I was in love with him, and he was being an asshole, acting like nothing happened between us, and it freaking hurting me, because I was in love despite everything. I had fallen for him despite him being an asshole and a dumbass, or my brother's best friend.
He stared at me as if I was insane, and said that nothing happened, that he was just harmlessly flirting with me, and that he was sorry for me, but couldn't do anything about it, because I wasn't his type, and I was too young for him, because I was 15 and he was 17.
Oh, man, I got so bloody mad that I cried, and crying only made it all worse, so, I closed my hand in a fist and punched him, then kneeled his crotch, yelling that he was a fucking bastard, a filthy womanizer. I kicked his cock one more time and left, and when I did, I noticed that the gymnasium was full of people watching us. Including his brother, which only made me more pissed and I gave him both middle fingers, telling him to go fuck himself with his twin in hell.