Secret Society in school - part 4

Well, here’s an attempt to please the readers. I’ve tried my best to follow what you’ve said in the comments, so here’s a shot. It’s long, forgive me. And from what it looks like, my quotation marks aren’t showing up, so I apologize. That’s not me doing that. And I’m done with all of the other stories. If you guys really want another Christmas at the Shore installment, I may start those again, but it looks like im gonna stick with this series for a while. Of course, critique and give me some ideas to write on, whether it’s this story or a different project you want my working on. There's less sex and more story per request. Here it is:

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Dave and I sat in the meeting room, sharing notes for our classes. We were kinda just messing around. It was a Friday, so we had no meeting and we didn’t feel like doing anything. The society thing was great, I had a full week of it this week and by now, I had no worries in the world. Heather and I didn’t hang out because of her swimming meet and Dave had his own stuff to worry about. He was being less of a best friend lately and it sorta ticked me off. I tried my best to start shit up with him again and we were getting somewhere.

“You going to the upperclassmen dance?” I asked.
“Yeah man, you trying to pre-game?” Dave replied.
“Nah, I’m taking no risks. Post-game definitely. I can’t wait three weeks though. It’s gonna be nuts. What are you doing tonight?”

“Going to the game, but nothing later.”
“Wanna come to my parents’ party? Anniversary. We pulled out the tent, so most of the people are outside. We get the basement. You can stay the night, no problem.”

“All right man.”

We did our handshake, and Heather walks in with two girls from my calculus class. The girl on the left was Carrie, a short chick with brown hair, perky tits and a great body altogether, an ass not to complain about. The other girl was Amanda, taller, blonde with a great, great figure. She was as tall as Heather, and tanner than the others. I would do any of these girls in a heartbeat.

“Hey Tom!” said Heather.

Heather sat down next to me and pecked me on the lips. We had this weird relationship. Ever since I was in the club, we’ve been hanging out a lot together, and we were going out, if anything. We hadn’t made it school-publicly known. The club, however, knew; they weren’t about to spill the beans.

“My parents are having their anniversary party tonight. Wanna come over?”
“They invited my parents, I have to go.” She replied.
“Sounds awesome.” I said, laughing.
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I walked with Heather to her car, carrying her extra bag for her. The top to her convertible was down, so I threw her stuff in her passenger seat. I hopped in the back, laying across. She sat in the front, turning on the radio, and climbed over, and lay on top of me. As I put my arms around her, she pecked me on the lips, and we just hung there. After an hour or so, I was starting to fade, but I felt the weight get off my body and the car starting. I stood in place until the car stopped after a short journey. I got up, rubbed my eyes, and saw Heather had parked her car next to mine.

“Thanks for the lift.” I said.

Laughing, she replied, “No problem. See you tonight.”

I kissed her goodbye, and got in my car. I loved doing absolutely nothing but hanging with her. It was stress-free and happy environment. The worries of what school I would end up attending after high school was killing me inside lately, and Heather helped out immensely. I parked my car in the garage for the party, and went inside to help set up.

“Hey Ma,” I said, “Whaddya need help with?”
“Get the stuff outta of the trunk. Such a good boy.” She said, patting me on the head.

I went outside to open the trunk. Stuff was piled up in the back, so I started to bring in all of the hors d’ouerve trays and chips, and got to the refreshments. Tons and tons of beer and wine boxes littered the floor of the car. I jogged inside to ask my mom something.

“Mom, where do you want all of the beverages?”
“Leave them in the kitchen. Put all but two or three here, and store the rest in the laundry room fridge downstairs for later.” She replied.

I did as I was told, avoiding any weird conversation that could possibly occur. She knew I had friends coming over, and that was pretty much it. She knew we were teenagers, and that we like to have fun. The laundry room thing was expected, I guess. She won’t mind us drinking a few.

I ran into my room, got some clean clothes, and turned on the shower. I put my jeans, polo, and underwear with my sneakers outside the door, and turned on my music, closing the bedroom door. Going into my basement from the kitchen, you’d walk into a living room area with a pool table on the side, a flat screen with leather furniture. Opposite of the room led a small bar on the side, no beverages stocked, and a small hallway leading to a laundry room on the end, and my room. My room had a huge bed on the side, a desk, and a nice tv. Not too big. The end of the room had a full bathroom. The room itself was shaped like a shoebox, but I loved it. There was a window above my dresser that was small, but I can get people in and out there easily. I hopped in the shower real quick, and got nice and fresh. I shaved again for later, just in case. When I was done, I opened the door and grabbed my clothes, and got em on. I stepped out in good shape, to see Dave sitting on my bed, sipping a Budweiser.

“What up dude?” He said, enthusiastically.

The red case of beer stuck out slightly under my bed, so I tucked it in, and bumped his fist. Some obscure college football game was on TV, which Dave seemed to be interested in somewhat. I walked out of my room to find nobody in the living room yet. Upstairs, I cleaned and helped my parents set up the final touches. I said “Hello” to Dave’s parents and ran outside to greet Heather. I was close to showing affection but I gave her a friendly hug instead, and hugged her mom and gave her dad a good handshake. We walked in together, and I led Heather downstairs. As we got in my room, Dave was shotgunning the rest of his first beer. Heather hugged Dave, and I started up a party playlist I made on my Mac. I lay down on my bed as Dave dragged my leather love chair I had at the foot of my bed to the TV area. Heather crawled up into my front, and her phone began to buzz. After reading her text, she asked me, “Can a couple friends come by?” She asked.

“Sure. Tell them to park a block away and I’ll sneak them in here in an hour or so. They’ve gotta wait a bit so it’s not suspicious.” I said.

“Perfect.” She said, and kissed me. Dave scoffed, and pulled out his drawstring backpack. He pulled out a lighter, his wallet, and his little glass pipe, and said, “For later.” He said.

Heather and I looked at each other, smiling. “All right.” I said in approval.

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After chilling and talking for a while, Heather got the call her friends were here. Dave got straight up from his semi-slumber and ran into the bathroom to tidy himself up. I walked over to the dresser and tippy-toed up to unlatch the window, pulling it in. The window creeked open, and a minute later, footsteps and feminine giggles were heard. Dave walked out and cracked open a new beer. A face appeared at the window, and I winked. Heather came over, cleared the top of the dresser with me, and grabbed Amanda’s hand, helping her in. Carrie followed her, and a mystery girl followed her. Dave greeted each one of them with a Bud and I closed the bathroom door. I walked over to the bedroom door, shut it quietly, and made room for everyone to sit.

We sat around, just chilling. I grabbed candles, lit those and turned out the lights. It was a really cool scene, and as we got more and more buzzed, time flew by quicker and quicker. The bin I had under the bed seemed to fill up with crushed cans quicker and quicker, soon stuff started to blend together. Stuff happened more than I could will it to happen. Yeah, we were getting drunk, but Dave and I were a lot more than the girls, and it felt like I was making Heather uncomfortable. I remember when the night took a turn for the worst. It’s kind of blurry, but I know I fucked up. I tried to get intimate with her while we were hanging out, and when she said “later,” I said something terrible.

I called her a cunt.

I’m not proud of it. I wish I didn’t try and get wasted. The room was spinning after the slap to the face, and I passed out in tears, Dave trying to perk me up. I was crying, I threw shit across the room, and tidied up and cleaned until I crashed on the floor.

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Hung over as hell, I woke up and rubbed my temples to find some relief. Dave was talking on his phone to some girl. He looked cheerful and happy. I could barely breathe without something hurting. My face still tingled from the bash, and I didn’t want to move. I clambered onto the bed and snuggled in slightly to try and find my happy place, until Dave got off the phone.

“Dude. You dumbass, hahaha!”

I wasn’t laughing.

“Uuuuhhh,” I groaned, “Get me an aspirin.”
“Fuck aspirin,” he stated, “Come on.”
“Fuck you.” I said.

He went to his bag and walked into the bathroom, and the fan went on.

“I don’t want a shower.” I mumbled loudly.
“Not that. Come on.”

I fell out of bed, and crawled basically into the restroom. Dave was packing a bowl in the pipe he showed to me and – well, you know. He searched his pockets and got out his lighter.

“It won’t hurt anymore.” He said. “I promise.”

I put the glass piece to my lips, which he lit for me. I inhaled, which wasn’t that bad. I held it in, like he said, and blew the smoke into the fan, shutting the door. Nothing really happened for a bit. I thought it would be different, smoking for the first time. It was nothing special—at first. After we passed it back and forth till we were done, I could feel my muscles loosening and my vision going. I cleaned as much as my mental capacity, dwindling, would allow me to. I sprayed Axe around, and sprayed the doorway. It smelled AMAZING. I walked into this new world onto my cloud of a bed, and relaxed. The pain was still there, but it didn’t bother me per se, more I just didn’t pay attention to it. My heartbeat was very interesting, and my limbs pulsated with pleasure. Any sore parts of my body were being untensed noticeably by the dank. I lay there, much better and I wasn’t thinking much about, well, Heather.

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The two next weeks, I didn’t go to the club. School was terrible. I got high a lot and passed away my troubles by smoking bowls. I was relying on pot to keep my mind of Heather—there, I said it—and be happy with my life. I said I wouldn’t become a pothead to her from the beginning and I was pretty much the definition. The dance was in two days, and I didn’t know if I was going. I had talked to Dave about it, who I was completely cool with now, and I was considering it. At least that relationship wasn’t public.

On Tuesday, I went to the club to sleep for lunch. My head was throbbing for some reason, so I lay down on one of the sofas and closed my eyes. I was so depressed smiling was a fucking chore. I felt the world I was in slipping away. My consciousness so going and going, time slowing. The pain was tolerable the less I thought, and then—cold, hard tile colliding with my face. I woke up with my teeth scratching the white stone, nose dislocating. I stumbled onto one knee, balancing on my fist; I rub my face, which felt incredibly disheveled, trying to look pissed off. I look up to see Dave behind where the sofa used to be upright, smirking.

“Dude, man… wuhthefuck…” I groaned.
“Come to the me or I will slash your tires. You need some tail. Heather’s sick today, it won’t be awkward.” He said.
“Fuck. Off.” I said.

He walked out, and I went to the fridge to grab water. I downed it quick, and sat down on the sofa after flipping it back over. Trying to gain some sort of sanity again, I closed my eyes, head back. The bell rang a few minutes later, so I got up and went to class. I got sent to the nurse five minutes later for a killer nosebleed.

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At the end of class for the day, I decided I would go to the meeting. It was about time, Dave was right. I walked in as the second person there—the first, of fucking course, was Heather, sitting back with a book, focused on the text. I dumped my shit on the first bed, and walked to the fridge to get some iced tea. She looked up to see who the strange figure was, and looked a sort of dumbfounded, awkward, whatthefuckshouldIdoorsay look. I looked at her, unperturbed, while walking back to my stuff. I sat there, waiting as more and more people poured into the niche, seats taken up. As things began to heat up, I realized sooner that I was the only one without a partner. I looked to see Dave getting head from Amanda, Heather asleep, Carrie riding Jack, and Ben going down on the attractive Asian girl I had yet to meet. There were a few others I didn’t know or care about. But Heather; she wasn’t with anyone. Was she not feeling it? Or, was she only down for me?

I walked over to see her, but she looked comfortable napping. I walked back over, and decided that was a good idea too.

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I woke up to Dave buckling up his belt and putting on his loafers. “You all right man?” He asked.

“Yeah, ‘mgood.” I said.
“Apparently, after what happened to Heather, you’re on the club pussy boycott.” Said Dave.

I looked at him grimly.

“Boycott? Fuck me.”
“Go figure,” he laughed, “sweet revenge.”

I was being fucking boycotted. I didn’t care, but at the same time, I was pissed. This was blown way out of proportion, and now, my duly deserved rights as a member of the club are gone. I could use some relief right now, and was smoking weed to relieve any issues. I could’ve done something more creative, but I enjoyed packing a bowl with my bros.

The day of the dance came, and even then, I didn’t feel like going. There was no point really. Everyone probably knew by now, so there was no point in meeting anyone, but, at the same time, a rave would be nice to blow off some steam. I debated this as the day went on, and when I talked to Dave, he convinced me to go. Easily.

“I got a Vape bro!”

He got a vape. If you don’t understand weed lingo, a vape is a vaporizer. Instead of inhaling smoke and crap, you inhale vapor, cleaner and less smelly. The theme of the dance was crazy-euro-hipster shit, so I wore my craziest. Tight fit shirt, technocolored shors, headbands and wristbands galore. I think metrosexuality was a must. I drove up to Dave’s place and saw him come out looking like he was trapped in DJ Pauly D’s closet for a week. He was sweating hair gel but the time he got into my car.

“Looking good man. Ready to hook up with some bitches dog?” He asked me, raising his hand for a five.

I met his hand, saying, “Hell yeah man.”

He whipped out his little vape, and said, “Oh baby!”

“Later,” I said, “No risks.”
“All righty.”

When we got there, we followed the long rainbow of brightly colored teens into the gym. The place was bumping techno, but no one was making the first move. It was all high fives and hugs, no fun. I hated that.

“Dave,” I screamed over the music, “We gotta start this shit going.”
“Yeah man.” He said. “Oh shit, some dubstep? For real?” He added.

We ran in front of the booth and started bouncing, fist pumping. It was awkward as shit, but eventually, some chicks came over and got it going with us. It was funny, they were totally drunk and had no inhibitions, so it was cool. Everyone started huddling in, and by the end of the third song, we had to get out of there. We ran out behind the crowd past the DJ, who motioned for us to join him. We hopped up, and he put his hands together, I guess meaning to give us thanks. We stood up there as we saw the cluster of teenagers hopping and grinding. You could practically feel the sweat dropping from up here. It was really, really dark though. The place illuminated ever so slightly to the deep bass, but not much. I don’t know how you could really see. I guess your eyes could adjust somewhat, but it was crazy. Some of those girls could really freak dance. They grinded like their life depended on it. I tapped Dave on the shoulder, and pointed to see the large group of dancers totaling around 20 grinding like hell. Dave smirked, and jumped off. I followed him, and saw the guys walk away at the end of the song. We started slowly walking up, and saw two of them dancing together, trying to get attention. I pointed at myself, then pointed to the taller brunette one, while Dave got the other. He nodded. We went up, and I took the hips of my girl. I pulled her towards me, and she greeted me by starting to grind her ass on my dick. Her butt looked amazing in the dance skin tights she wore, and when I looked down, I could actually see something. Her hot pink clothes contrasted well, so I could see some. She bent over and grinded harder, and I started pumping my right fist to the beat. I saw Dave pretty much molesting the chick he was with, who didn’t seem to mind his actions. His hands were all over her, and when we made eye contact, he stuck out his tongue and raised his head at me. The girl I was dancing with arched her back into me, grabbing my hands and pulling them into her pants. I laughed as she helped me cup her vagina. I grinded harder into her, and rubbed her clit. Her head shot up in pleasure, and she grinded even harder. When I slipped a finger into her slightly, and I felt her whole body shudder. ...

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