The Tease - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Going for 3 parts, rather than 2! 

(Also, if you caught this yesterday, no you didn't... I'm clearly awful at scheduling posts)

A few of the guys stood around the bike shed the following morning. I was exhausted from the lack of sleep, because a certain dipshit had remained on my mind for the entire night. I still couldn’t believe the nerve of him, but today was a new day, and I wasn’t going to let things slide as easily.

“You look like shit” Connor Reid told me as I joined them.

“Didn’t sleep much” I yawned, and as we stood around shooting the shit, he arrived.

“Sup, Dylan!” Connor called, and I felt like setting him on fire. Dylan turned, waved, and then noticed me. I was almost certain I saw him smile before walking over.

“Moron” I growled under my breath, but nobody heard as Dylan approached.

“Damn, bro” David said, and grabbed Dylan’s bicep, “do you work out before school?”

He nodded and stretched. “Gotta get those gains early” he joked, and I made a face, and stopped when his eyes landed on me. “Damn, you look like shit, bro”.

I felt my cheeks burn. I could take that from my friend, but Dylan was certainly not my fucking friend. I glared at him, but my brain was too tired to come up with anything worth saying back.

“I better get going” he said, “that English teacher wants me to give the class my take on The Catcher in the Rye”.

We all walked side by side, and unfortunately, I ended up next to Dylan.

“We haven’t read The Catcher in the Rye” I spat, and he looked down at me and scoffed.

“You mightn’t have, but I have” he said, “it’s a big book though, doesn’t have any pictures, so maybe it’s a bit advanced for you”.

The others sniggered, and I pulled my fist back, but Dylan, without alerting anybody else to his movements, wrapped his hand around my wrist, and pulled it up behind my back. I winced as he trapped me.

“See you guys later” he said, and they walked into the building as he dragged me around the side.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” I snarled, like a trapped animal, but Dylan shoved me against the wall, pressing my cheek into the concrete, and holding his body against mine.

“You’re an angry little guy, huh?” He grinned, tussling my hair.

“I said get off me!”

I felt his crotch against my ass, and considered throwing my head back and breaking his nose, but Dylan was far stronger than he looked.

“Are we gonna have problems, you and me?” He whispered, and when I didn’t answer, he yanked my arm further, and I gasped in pain.

“No!” I hissed, as the sharp ache darted through my shoulder.

“Good” he smiled, “because I don’t wanna have to humiliate you in front of all your friends”.

He released my arm, but before he left, Dylan took a handful of my ass cheek and squeezed, and I spun around and froze in place.

“Sorry” he smirked “my hand slipped”, and then he left me there, dazed, confused and furious.

I couldn’t take my mind off the incident. He’d groped me, and I’d let him! I felt like punching myself, and then punching him. Yet, it hadn’t been as horrible as I wanted it to be. I wanted to be seething with anger, but Dylan had confused me to my core. Why hadn’t I popped him right in the mouth? Why had I let him walk away after grabbing my ass like that? Even as he stood at the top of the classroom, droning on about the book that none of us had read, I couldn’t help but watch him.

When Mr. McKenna had figuratively kissed his ass ten times over, Dylan sauntered through the class, and I was certain that he had purposely chosen to walk directly by my desk. He brushed off me a little too hard, and I shoved him with my elbow.

“Watch it” I snapped, and then felt my entire body being lifted from my seat as Dylan clutched my shirt and dragged me to my feet.

“Did you say something?” He smirked, pressing his forehead to mine, and the entire class turned to watch as we squared up.

“Yeah, I said watch it” I spat, and drove my hands into his chest. Dylan stumbled backwards, before returning immediately, but Mr. McKenna was already standing between us.

“Adrian!” He barked, glaring at me, “that is not the behaviour that I expect from you, young man!”.

Anger rushed through my veins, yet Dylan stood behind the teacher with a smug grin on his stupid face.

“He started it!” I snapped, but Mr. McKenna raised his brow and shook his head.

“Oh stop it” he said, “you’re eighteen, now shake hands please”.

Dylan extended his, but I slapped it away.

“He started it” I repeated.

“I’m really sorry if I bumped you, Aiden” Dylan said, with a dumb voice that proved he was full of shit.

“My name is Adrian” I corrected, “and you’re not sorry, you did it on purpose!”

A few people sniggered around me, and I began to realise how ridiculous I sounded. I grabbed Dylan’s hand and squeezed as hard as I possibly could, and when he squeezed back, the pain almost made me wince.

“And let that be that” Mr. McKenna said, and shook his head once more before returning to his desk.

“Yeah” Dylan nodded, “let that be that, Adrian”.

I hated him. As I sat at lunch with Sandy, and completely ignored every word she said, all I could think about was how much I fucking hated him. Why did he have to come to this school? I watched over my girlfriend’s shoulder as he joked and laughed with my friends. As he threw his fucking sandwich wrapper in the same bin that I always threw mine in. As he strolled across the canteen that I had been eating in whilst he was back in fucking Texas with his Italian fucking dad!

“What’s up with you today?” Sandy asked, waving her hand in front of my face.

“Nothing”.

“Nothing?”

“Yeah, nothing”.

She sighed loudly and packed her stuff away.

“Where are you going?” I asked, a little more aggressively than I meant.

“Nowhere” she spat, standing up.

“Nowhere?”

“Yeah, nowhere”.

I watched as she walked away, and dropped my head into my hands. Why was I letting this douchebag get to me so much? Sure, he was naturally popular. Naturally funny. Naturally good at fucking everything, but what did that have to do with me? I took another glance over at him, ready to put the whole thing to the back of my mind, and watched as he spoke to Sandy.

“Fuck this”.

I kicked back off the chair and before I could stop myself, I was already rushing him. I threw a fist, and watched as he dodged to the left. When the punch connected, it did so with the wall, and as the blistering pain ripped through my entire arm, I felt my pants slide to my ankles.

The entire canteen burst into laughter as I spun around with my cock and balls on full display for everyone to see. I reached down to grab my pants, and felt him nudge me forward. I hit the floor, and another chorus of giggles sounded, until I dragged my pants back up, and jumped to my feet.

“What’s your fucking problem, man?!” I bellowed, but Dylan’s smile hardly faltered.

“No problem, dude” he shrugged, “you’re the one who keeps tryna’ touch me”.

More laughter.

“You’re doing all of this on purpose!” I barked, “you’re trying to piss me off!”

Connor reached out and put his hand on my shoulder to calm me down, but I shrugged him off. “The next time you get in my way” I hissed, as the whole school held it’s breath, “I’ll fuck you up”.

I wanted to see the fear in his glistening blue eyes, but instead, he smiled.

“Is that so?” He asked calmly.

“Yeah, it is”.

With those words, I turned on my heel and hurried from the canteen, partly because another second with that asshole and one of us was going to have a broken jaw, and partly because the pain in my wrist was so intense that I felt like crying.

“How did you say you did this again?” The school nurse asked, as she pressed her fingers down on the swelling. I hissed with pain.

“Fell” I lied, and she very obviously knew I lied, and tutted.

“You’re going to need to go to the ER” she explained, “my guess is that you’ve broken it”.

“You’re fucking kidding me” I groaned, “we have the biggest soccer match of the season next week, and Coach won’t let me play with a broken wrist!”

“No, I’m not kidding you, young man, and any more language like that and you’ll have more to worry about than your little soccer game!” She stood up and left the room, and no sooner than she had, Dylan appeared in the doorway.

“Nah, fuck this shit” I said, getting to my feet, “I’m not dealing with you anymore today”.

“I came to apologise” he said, but I was over it. I grabbed my shirt and struggled as I tried to catch it over my naked shoulder.

Dylan stepped forward, until I stared him dead in the eye.

“I’ve got it” I growled, and he shrugged and watched as I continued to drop it.

“Are you always this stubborn?” He asked with his stupid fucking smile.

“Are you always this irritating?” I spat back, and conceded defeat. “You know what?” I said, “it’s your fault my wrist is broken, so you can help me”.

Dylan didn’t answer me. He picked my shirt up off the floor and held it at the end of his finger. “What if I want you to stay the way you are?” He asked, and only when the words made sense in my head, did I gawp at him.

“W… What?”

“You look good like that” he said, “shirtless, I mean”.

Was this guy serious? He’d spent the last six hours tormenting me, and now he was complimenting me? Had my wrist not been so messed up, I was sure I would have swung for him again.

“Just help me with my damn shirt” I mumbled, and he let out a short laugh and draped it over my shoulders.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you” he said, as he slid my arm through the arm hole. “I didn’t think you’d be so sensitive”.

Even his apologies sucked ass.

“I’m not sensitive” I told him, “I’m just…” I couldn’t figure out what I was, but I was certainly something. “I’m just having a bad day, that’s all”.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, really”.

“How about I make it a bit better?”

His hands slid under my shirt and crept across my abs. I looked down at them as they made their way toward my chest, and spun around.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?” I gasped, “are you gay or something?!”

Dylan showed his pearly white teeth and laughed.

“Just tryna’ make your day a bit better, is all” he said, and pulled me toward him by my shirt, before buttoning it from bottom to top. “God damn, you’re fiery”.

I didn’t speak. This entire situation was so fucking confusing, and when I was dressed once more, Dylan reached between my legs and placed his hand over my crotch, and I stared at him.

“Is this too gay for you?” He asked, and slowly squeezed my cock through the fabric.

“What are you two doing in here?” Nurse Edwards snapped, only missing the bizarre interaction by milliseconds.

“I was just helping Adrian with his shirt, wasn’t I, Adrian?” He said, and winked at me.

Nurse Edwards turned in my direction.

“Yeah” I said, staring into his eyes, “he was just helping”.