Your cock is beautiful – 21

“I saw him there, but we didn’t even talk.” I lied.

There was no reason to involve anyone else in this.

“Then why did he look so afraid when he came back in?” asked another girl, this one a short blonde with thick rimmed glasses.

“Ask him.” I said, then pushed past them. I strode out into the corridor and headed towards the cafeteria.

I was completely unused to all this. Why did anyone care what happened between me and Mike? But then of course I remembered everything I’d learned about my fellow seniors in these past two weeks, and how I’d learned it. Gossip.

On my way to the cafeteria, I noticed something that almost made the whole ordeal worth it for this alone. As I walked, people seemed to naturally shift out of my way as I needed them to. As someone who had been avoiding my whole life, this little thing, seeing people weave out of my way while completely unaware of any changes, was pretty exhilarating. Was that some sort of psychological thing? Maybe we move out of the way of those who we think aren’t going to move for us, and my new confidence gave out that sort of vibe. It was just a theory, but I liked it.

==

I was the last to sit down at our table with my food, and got a general non-committal greeting from everyone else, each of them barely looking at me then doing ridiculous double-takes when they saw my face.

“What happened to you?” screeched Stella.

I shrugged and started eating.

“I fell.” I said.

“Shit, are you bleeding?” asked Lissie.

“What happened?” repeated Stella.

Silence fell over the table as they waited for an answer.

“It’s fine.” I said, smiling, “I slipped and smacked my face on a wall, it was stupid and I’d like to…not talk about it, thanks.”

Derek and Stella laughed together at my story, instantly believing it. Lissie rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, and Becky just shrugged and turned to talk to Frank.

I realized that I still hadn’t looked at Mia, and I braced myself for it.

She actually just looked sad, her own lip pouting outwards as if in sympathy. Then I saw Mike walking across the room behind her.

As if sensing my eyes on him, he suddenly looked over at me. I gave him a little nodding greeting, and his eyes widened in confusion, and I hoped for fear. I smirked, and turned back to my food.

“Mike,” Mia said suddenly, spinning her head back to look at me.

She’d seen our exchange, and put the pieces together.

“Did he do this to you?” she asked accusingly, fury rising on her face.

“I…No, I just…” I stuttered, panicking.

The others turned to look at me, surprised. Lissie raised her eyebrow at Mia, but the others looked at me.

“That…fucker!” Mia growled, “He did this, didn’t he? I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Mia.” I said, raising my voice slightly.

“Tell me he did this.” she said, a too familiar venom reaching her voice, “If he did this I’ll fucking…”

“Mia!” I said, putting the full power into my voice.

It seemed to startle her, and she fell silent. I looked her dead in the eye, something I’d been avoiding doing in public, and saw a little taste of fear and submission creep into her expression.

“Drop it, now.” I growled.

Her expression instantly softened. I’d given her an order, and for a second she forgot where she was.

“Yes Sir.” she said lightly.

Her eyes widened in panic, and before anyone else could react, she hissed,

“Your fucking Highness.”, sarcasm dripping from her tones.

No one else seemed to notice, but they started to ask questions.

“It’s not a problem, guys, Ok? Mike had nothing to do with this, I just fell. Stop being weird.” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Everyone seemed less satisfied with that answer this time, but except for Mia they all seemed content enough to drop it.

==

When the lunch bell rang, I headed to my locker quickly, hoping to avoid any more questions from Mia. As I was switching out my books, I felt an eerily massive presence behind me. I turned quickly to find Frank staring down at me. He was taller than Mike, and maybe even bulkier, but I felt none of the malice or threat from him that I had from Mike.

Frank and I had never spoken alone, and I really didn’t know what to expect.

“Do you need help with Mike?” he asked, his low voice rumbling in his chest.

The question startled me, and I frowned at him.

“Thanks, but it wasn’t…”

I trailed off. For some reason it seemed stupid to lie to him right then.

“No. I don’t need your help.” I said firmly.

His expression barely changed, he just nodded and said,

“Let me know if that changes.”

He turned to walk away.

“Thanks.” I said impulsively.

He turned back and smiled at me, but didn’t stop and was soon gone.

I shook my head. Frank was a weird guy. He didn’t ask if it was really Mike that did it, nor did he take it upon himself to enact vengeance like Mia seemed to want to. He just asked if I needed help.