Only If You Want

Only If You Want 1

. This was written as a side story to my largest work, Being More Social, following another character and their story.
This story will make a lot more sense if you've read Being More Social, although I hope it works as a standalone story too.
All characters depicted in sexual activity are 18 or older.
I hope you all enjoy! Had the schoolkids of Hazelwood High ever met Phil Love and Olivia Wilde, no one would have guessed that the two would be friends.
‘Incongruent’ didn’t do them justice - whereas Phil was a groomed, well-dressed, preppy fit Student Council President, Olivia was one with the shadows.
A baggy hoodie, messy shoulder-length black hair and a quiet disposition was enough to suit her.
The only thing she would ever be president of was Council of People Who Didn’t Want to be President of Anything.
And yet, in their final year, as if an act of divine inspiration, the two happened to click.
It was nothing large at first - Phil was returning a textbook he had borrowed from the school library, when he spotted her sitting alone on the library’s barely-used couch.
Something about her struck him.
He couldn’t see her face, but her body language was practically yelling, “Not interested.
” She was hunched up, her relatively small frame contained in a much smaller shape than needed.
Phil loved a challenge - perhaps it was the easily-seen lack of availability that made him want to try.
He may have been popular, but he was still in high school - new encounters were still slightly awkward for him.
It took him several half-steps forward before he finally cleared his throat.
Then once more.
She remained unmoved, not looking away from her book.
Phil huffed inwardly - now that he began, he couldn’t back down, even though he had no clue what compelled him so strongly to do this in the first place.
“Nice book.
” he began.
“Carrie, huh? What’s it about?” The girl was silent for a few seconds.
“A girl with special powers that hurt people, which she doesn’t use until the people at her high school annoy her too much.
” she said with a surprisingly low, surprisingly calm voice.
She lowered the book, allowing her brown eyes to stare holes through Phil’s.
“Woah.
” Phil found himself muttering out loud.
He ran a hand through his short red hair, almost nervously.
As Student Council President, he was used to enjoying a position of inherent power over other students.
Whenever he didn’t have one, he would seek one - it was pretty much his hobby.
Having a girl, much less a girl who had a misleadingly cute and innocent face - beautiful brown eyes, black hair framing her cute, childish face perfectly, and what he bet would have been a beautiful smile - reject his advances was a new sensation to him.
It was a sensation that only made him want to try harder.
“Do you relate to the character?” he attempted to joke.
She shrugged.
“A bit.
” Phil waited for her to elaborate, but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen.
“How?” “She’s a shut-in like me.
” “A shut-in? You mean like shy?” She put the book down.
“I’m not shy.
I’m introverted.
I’m fine having this conversation and I’m fine being myself in front of you.
I just like being alone.
” A beat of silence followed.
“Am I intruding?” Phil asked, figuring he should at least be polite.
She stared at him for a couple seconds.
“No.
If you have nowhere you need to go you can take a seat if you’d like.
” Phil smiled to himself.
To him (and he was willing to bet money this was true for her too), this was a game.
A game he was all too happy to play.
Wordlessly, he sat beside her as she resumed her reading.
“So…” he began, noting he had a lot less confidence than usual.
“What’s your name?” “Olivia.
” she replied immediately.
“Olivia, great.
” Phil nodded his head.
“Do you know who I am?” “How many times has ‘I’m student council president’ worked as a pick-up line for girls?” Olivia asked, looking him dead in the face.
She then smiled sweetly, the first time she did so to Phil, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Or is this purely a friendly thing that you do to guys too?” Phil liked to believe he was a guy prepared for anything, but as he attempted to spill any of several less-than-truthful answers out of his mouth, barely any came.
“N-no, it’s nothing like that.
” he sputtered.
“Really?” she asked, challenging him.
“You don’t just want me to go out with you or have sex with you or something?” She now had her book down and was intently looking him in the face.
Phil had no idea what to make of this girl.
She wasn’t confident, she was just direct.
If hey knew any better, he may have even said forward.
“I just want to get to know you.
” he replied, a little less confidently than he wanted.
“I’m sure ‘nice book’ tells you all about me.
” she rebutted.
She never scoffed, never spoke with a sassy tone, she just kept it even and almost monotone the whole time, whereas Phil was struggling to even approach the same level.
“Well, okay… What’s your favorite color?” Phil asked.
Olivia shot him a look.
“Blue.
” she replied as she got up.
“Oh, do you have to go?” Phil asked, noting her sudden change as she reached for her backpack.
“No,” she replied as she left.
Just like that, it was over.
Phil sat for a while longer, collecting his thoughts.
The whole school knew him, and appreciated him, and yet here she was.
He reasoned to himself that she was part of the introverted community that didn’t care about the extroverts of the school - maybe even a kingpin figure in the introvert community.
Presuming they had a community, if they could bother to meet up and talk to each other enough to form one.
Whether it was intentional or not, Olivia Wilde had now won over the interest of Phil Love.
And Phil always got what he wanted.
*** Phil had finished up with everything he had to do that day, a bounce to his step.
Things were going well in his life.
He had recently gotten to go to the Halloween dance with his dream girl, and nothing was standing in his way, for once.
He didn’t want to jinx things, of course, but then again, what was there to jinx? He was the top dog, the head honcho.
There wasn’t a student alive in the school who had more power than him.
Phil opened his locker, absentmindedly whistling to himself.
He checked his watch - 4:12pm.
He let council off early today, knowing how much they’d appreciate it, and him.
The council looked up to him, and liked him as a leader.
Some days Phil was more humble, but god damn, it felt good to have power.
As Phil walked down the hallway, going towards the east exit, he noticed something odd.
His whistling didn’t sound right.
He stopped whistling while keeping up his pace for only a moment, to realize why - he was in the music hallway, and someone was in the main rehearsal room, playing the piano.
Unable to vanquish his curiosity, he walked up to the room’s door and peered in through the window.
A girl was sitting at the piano, facing away from him, playing some piece he couldn’t recognize.
He could recognize the girl though - Olivia.
The piece she was playing felt curious.
Literally, if music could embody curiosity, this was the piece.
A little bitter and sad, but mostly a feeling of unnerving atmosphere with a feeling to drive on.
Each note felt surprisingly perfect, and each second would have pulled any on-listener into the song more.
Phil found himself smiling at what he was hearing, despite it being muffled through the walls.
He couldn’t help himself as he opened the door and entered.
Upon hearing the door open, Olivia abruptly stopped and whirled around to face him, an uneasy look on her face.
“Didn’t mean to startle ya.
” Phil confidently remarked as he walked in, shutting the door behind him.
Olivia didn’t say anything.
She just stared at him, her expression not changing.
"I take that silence as ‘I know students aren’t allowed to stay in band room after four.
’” Phil broke the ice as gently as he could.
“Are you a hall monitor too?” Olivia finally said something.
“Nah.
” Phil replied.
“Besides, with the way you acted, I’d say no hall monitor has stopped you before.
” He was hoping Olivia would smile at that, but instead, she simply got off the bench and reached for her backpack.
“Hey, wait.
” Phil interjected, taking a couple steps forward.
“I, uh…” He waited until Olivia took her gaze from her backpack and stared at him.
“I really liked what you were playing.
What’s the name of the piece?” Olivia stopped reaching for her backpack as her gaze fell back to the piano.
“I haven’t given it a name yet.
” she finally said softly.
“You’re kidding.
” Phil replied, breaking into a grin.
“You’re fucking kidding.
You made that?! You’re talented!” “Thank you.
” Olivia simply said back.
“I know this kinda sounds strange, but would you… would you keep playing it?” Phil continued.
“Aren’t I not allowed to keep playing after four?” Olivia asked him, no trace of accusation in her voice.
Phil blew a raspberry.
“Who’s gonna find out? Who’s gonna care?” Olivia stood uncomfortably, before dropping her shoulders.
“Okay.
” she said, almost to herself, as she sat back down and began to play.
A few notes in, she hit a wrong note.
Phil softly walked over to the stool near the drumset, conveniently close to the piano, and sat down.
“Are you nervous?” he asked her.
“Yes.
” she immediately replied.
“Why?” “I don’t know what it is you want from me, and I’ve never played this in front of another person before.
” she replied, in a mixture of timidness and aloofness.
Phil opened his mouth to immediately retaliate to the first point, with something like, ‘What do you mean, what do I want from you?’ when he suddenly thought to himself.
What did he want from her? He knew she piqued his interest, but that was before he got to dance with Nicole Baker on Halloween.
Still, just one dance didn’t mean they were a couple… did he want to take a chance with seeing if he could do something with Olivia? He didn’t even have to date her or anything, he could just be open to her and ask if she wanted benefits later.
He read somewhere once that shy nose-in-a-book girls were the horniest and kinkiest… a sex story told him that, but hey, why would they distort the truth? “You’ve already played it in front of me.
” Phil found himself saying.
“I’d like to hear it again, is all.
” He rediscovered where he was sitting and gestured to the drumset.
“Hell, I could even give you a metronome if you want.
” “You play the drums?” Olivia asked.
Phil nodded confidently.
“Have been for the majority of my life.
I assume you’ve been playing the piano for a while?” Olivia nodded.
“Since I was five.
” "Show me what you got then.
” Phil challenged her, looking her straight in the eye.
His foot found the foot pedal and he began to give her a 4/4 beat, at 100 beats per minute.
“That’s the exact time scale I was using for the song, wasn’t it?” Olivia asked him.
“If my ear is correct.
” Phil nodded.
Olivia moved her hands to the keys, nodding in focus to the beat, and began to play again.
This time, her work was flawless, and the anthem of curiosity filled the room.
Phil felt it too - he was getting more curious for this girl by the second.
As the girl played on, he felt himself getting more and more into the music - before long, he was humming his own parts to go along with the song.
As he did so, Olivia’s eyes met his and she gave him a gift, something it was clear she didn’t give often - a genuine smile.
It looked almost alien on her face, but Phil thought he preferred this new face he was seeing.
Emboldened by her reaction, he turned his hum into a full-forced choral accompaniment.
Phil wasn’t sure if his baritone was the best singing voice he had ever heard, but it helped that he was just going ‘ooh’ for a note, and not singing words.
Besides, Olivia didn’t seem to mind.
Too soon, the piece had ended, leaving nothing but Phil and Olivia to stare at each other.
Phil knew he was going to have to be the one to break the silence, when suddenly Olivia spoke up.
“Did you actually care about my music, or did you see this as an opportunity to talk to me again?” “What?” Phil was visibly taken aback.
“No, I absolutely am here for the music.
I’m not like… I’m not…” Olivia cocked an eyebrow.
“You have some kind of interest in me.
” “No, no.
I promise.
I mean, I’m with someone else now.
She and I went to the Halloween Dance together.
” Olivia tore her gaze away from him to look down at the piano’s keys.
“How romantic.
” she muttered, almost to herself.
Phil chuckled, if nothing else, out of a lack of anything else to say.
“I mean, I guess? I dunno, it’s…” Without further warning, Olivia stood up from the piano and picked up her bag.
“Hey… did I say something wrong here?” Phil asked, almost exasperatedly.
“No, but I feel like you’re lying.
I don’t really like it when people aren’t straight to the point.
” Olivia responded.
“So what, you think I have this big crush on you?” Phil challenged her.
“No, but there’s something.
Something hidden.
And if you’re not going to be straight with me, I don’t see this conversation continuing.
” Olivia said, a little quickly.
Phil sighed, smiling to himself with indignation.
“Alright, great.
” he uttered.
“Well, can I have the pleasure of sharing another conversation with you in the future?” “Only if you want.
” Olivia replied, almost out the door by that point.
She was sure to turn off the lights in the room and shut the door behind her.
She was definitely a weirdie.
But hey, that just made her stick out in Phil’s mind more.
He just sat in the darkness, with the music still playing in his head, thinking to himself.
*** Being a senior of status, Phil had a strict routine and strict methods of keeping up that routine, to make sure he always kept up his end of the status quo.
This meant being polite even in the face of looking two-faced (unless he was sure he could get away with it) and keeping his allegiance to the other high-ups at the school.
This meant high-fiving or fist-bumping other higher-ups in the hallways as he went from class to class.
This also meant he chose who to elevate, but he could only do so sparingly.
Apart from avenues like Student Council, if the Student Council President gave anyone his time, that eventually meant his time would no longer be valuable.
His popularity would diminish, and soon after, his reputation.
He wasn’t sure who refused to say hello first when he and Olivia passed each other in the hallways.
All he knew is that eventually, after locking eyes in the hallway, one would look down, and then the other would follow suit.
Phil never looked down, except now.
At the same time, Olivia was queen of one group and one group alone - herself.
She was a nobody, perhaps governed by nobody, but with no status.
It was inconceivable that Phil would socialize with her at school, not when he had his more popular friends to socialize with.
All of these truths were running through his head as he stared at the lunch table where Olivia Wilde sat, alone (though probably not lonely).
He turned his head to face the lunch table where his friends sat - hooting and hollering.
He gazed back at Olivia, and something snapped.
The blatant energy of the student council table suddenly lost its appeal.
It had no subtlety, no delicateness, no anticipation.
Secretly hoping no one would see him, he swallowed his pride and approached Olivia’s table.
“Hey.
” he said with warmth surprising him.
“Can I sit here?” Olivia looked up from her lunch with surprise in her eyes.
“Uh, yeah.
” she replied slowly, clearly caught off guard.
Phil broke out into a grin.
“Great.
” he replied as he took a seat.
“I didn’t think you would say yes.
” “Why?” she asked, innocently enough to fool anyone.
Phil knew her games by now.
He smirked.
“Because, I was kinda stammer-y the first time we talked, and I feel like I just annoyed you the second time.
” “I wasn’t trying to be mean.
I just didn’t think either of us would get much out of our conversation.
” Olivia replied.
“Not one for small talk?” Phil asked, relaxing his posture and taking a hold of his burger.
Olivia shook her head.
“If you told me something you never told anyone before and left, that’s a better conversation than small talk for twenty minutes.
” Phil stopped chewing and thought, mainly about anything he could say that was an absolute secret.
A weird surge of adrenaline consumed him as he thought what many schoolboys his age was the unthinkable - he would be completely honest.
Not like ‘honest,’ like actually honest.
Not the honest people liked to hear.
Phil swallowed his bite of food.
“I like a challenge.
” he began, surprising even himself.
“When I saw you there, at the library, hunched up like that, it only made me more curious.
I’ve had my fair share of girls but more often than not they fall into my arms and spread their legs pretty well immediately.
I kinda see it as a sport - y’know, ‘can I do it?’” “What is ‘it’?” Olivia asked calmly, digesting his confession way better than Phil ever intended.
Phil shrugged.
He now realized he knew the whole time why Olivia was such a stubborn image in his head.
“Win you, I guess?” he answered.
“You’re avoiding the question by being vague.
” Olivia pointed out.
“I want to know what it’s like to…” Phil gulped.
This was it.
“...have sex with a girl when she’s not just drunk at a party or really receptive to 2am Facebook messages.
” That was the moment when he expected her to get up and leave the table.
Olivia did no such thing.
“There’s not that many of those.
” she pointed out.
“I find my fair share.
So, yes, you’re attractive to me.
I’m not looking for a girlfriend though, I just… I just want you.
” Phil was sure this was what every guy his age didn’t want to say to every girl his age the proverbial fuckboy was stringing along, and to be honest, this moment of self-reflection kind of frightened him.
He knew everything he was saying was uncomfortably true - not just for her, but for an unfortunately large ***********ion of girls at his school he was now almost afraid to look in the eye.
Phil expected Olivia to pause and give that dramatic silent treatment to him for a few seconds to fill the air, perhaps even leave immediately and completely emasculate him.
It wasn’t often Phil gave all of the power in the situation to someone else, not the least of which to a girl, and most definitely not a girl nobody had heard of at the school.
But instead, she spoke immediately.
“So that’s what you want from me?” Phil swallowed.
He hadn’t been this nervous in a long time.
“Yes.
” “And what can you offer me in return?” Phil practically fell out of this chair.
Again, the girl didn’t exude confidence in the slightest - she wasn’t teasing, she wasn’t toying with him.
She was almost calculating.
Nevertheless, he tried to put on his confident face.
“Well, I’ve never heard any complaints from the girls that I’ve been with.
If you wanted to do this with me, I’d be down for anything.
” “‘Anything’ isn’t specific.
” Olivia pointed out.
“Do you have any kinks?” Phil’s mind was racing, his heart beating.
This girl had another level of experience, maybe even more experience than his own.
He was rapidly losing the high ground, and unlike some girls that tried to take him down a peg, she wasn’t even openly trying to one-up him.
She just had an uncanny talent for stripping away his exterior for the world to see.
And he only could barely see it, but she wasn’t even doing anything to manipulate him - she was just asking him to do it to himself.
He didn’t even want to dare asking the stupid question of ‘Wait, are you serious?’ or ‘Do you want to have sex with me?’ because knowing the little he did about her, that would be a one-way ticket to him losing his chances with her forever.
“Yeah, a few.
I really enjoy dominating - have you ever done real dom/sub stuff before? Like with rope?” "Yes.
” she nodded.
Damn, he thought.
“It’s my go-to.
I’m into a lot of the rough stuff - rope, choking…” Phil went on, not adding that these were mostly done in his head.
He hadn’t actually had any true experience with rope, and only choked a girl once, but figured anything he could say to impress this girl, he should say.
“So you’re offering to have sex with me?” Olivia clarified, showing nothing on her face.
Just as Phil was about to say yes, a blaring sound cut into the conversation.
The PA bell had rung to indicate students should be heading to their post-lunch classes.
All around the cafeteria, students were getting up to go to classes.
Phil’s eyes shot to Olivia, who was also putting her lunch back into her bag.
He was too used to these kinds of clichés as it was.
Phil wasn’t going to let this girl get away that easily.
“Hey.
” he quickly piped up, laying a hand on her arm.
“Stay.
Let’s skip third period together.
” Olivia looked at him for a few seconds before a small smile (not one of happiness, more like a smile of confidence) crept up on her face.
“Yeah, alright.
” she replied, sitting back down.
Phil promptly opened his bag and took out his chemistry book out.
“This way, it’ll look like we’re just studying together.
” Phil reasoned.
Olivia nodded, putting her arms down onto the table.
“And the answer is yes.
That’s what I’m offering.
Do you accept?” Olivia’s small smile returned to her face.
“I do.
” she replied in an even tone.
“Are you saying we do it at school?” Having sex on school grounds was one of those things that a lot of boys Phil’s age fantasized about, and even liked to claim they did, but at least as far as he knew, very few actually did.
“Do you have a particular place you like to do it the most?” Phil asked, both genuinely curious and also trying to imply he had experience without necessarily lying.
Olivia’s trademark serious look returned to her.
“I want you to take the lead.
” she stated.
“What do you mean?” Phil asked her, caught yet again off guard.
Olivia held up her hand across the table in response.
“Take me by this hand to the best place you know, then show me how much you like to take charge.
” she replied simply, a little too simply.
If Phil hadn’t known better, he would have said a small mischievous smile crept up on her face as he stood up and packed his chemistry book away.
On the outside, he was determined to keep his cool.
On the inside, he was panicking.
Even after he assertively took her hand and started to lead her out of the cafeteria, he had no clue where to go.
Location after location at the school flashed through his head until he arrived at the one place he knew best, the one place he had the key to - the student council office, room 203.
His hand drifted to his pocket to make sure - his key had been swiped once before.
Still walking, he turned to Olivia and grinned.
“I have a place in mind.
” he told her.
She said nothing, and only nodded, as the two made their way out to the hallway.
Phil was still more nervous than anything.
This was a bit of a first for him.
Plus, he was skipping.
He would have had to come up with an excuse later.
As he walked, he shook his head to free the clouds of doubt from his mind, and picked up the pace, his gaze falling to the floor.
“Yo, Phil!” Phil’s head shot up when he suddenly heard a voice calling for him, down the hall.
His gaze met that of Matt Schneider, a preppy Grade 10 who shared a seat on the council.
Out of instinct, Phil let go of Olivia’s hand immediately, and she almost fell to the floor.
Phil wanted to tell her he was sorry, but something made him hold his tongue as Matt approached.
“Matthew, my man!” Phil welcomed him enthusiastically, completely switching gears.
“What can I do for ya?” “You know the fundraiser forms you’ve been looking to get?” Matt asked, a little smugly.
“Guess who’s gotten them approved, stamped, and in your office?” “No way!” Phil was completely into this conversation by this point.
“How’d you manage that? You magic, bro?” “I do what I can.
” Matt replied confidently.
“Anyway, I wanted to let off some steam and skip class this period, so since you owe me a favor…” “You got it, dude.
” Phil shot back, enthusiastically patting Matt on the back.
“No problem.
” “Thanks.
” Matt replied.
He then turned his gaze to Olivia, then to Phil, then back to Olivia again.
“Break a leg.
” he said, winking, giving Phil his own pat on the back, then leaving.
Phil was chuckling to himself as Matt disappeared out of sight.
“Sorry about that.
” he said to Olivia.
“It’s interesting how you talk differently to him than to me.
” Olivia noted, one eyebrow raised.
“Well, I mean… we’re both on the council.
” Phil replied lamely.
“You gotta keep up that image, you know what I’m sayin’?” “What image do you think you keep up with me?” Olivia asked, almost challenging him.
Phil thought to himself, only staring at her, before he broke out into a chuckle.
“I dunno.
” he finally said.
“You’re really hard to read.
” “You seem to care a lot about reputation with him.
” Olivia observed.
“With me, you’re like a whole different person.
” Phil started walking to the office, preparing his rebuttal, and gazed behind him to see an unmoving Olivia with an arm outstretched.
Rolling his eyes, he trudged back to her, grabbed her wrist, and kept walking.
“If you’re looking for honesty, I’ll give ya honesty.
” he replied, a surprising amount of heat in his words.
“If you want me to just be a pathetic guy looking for sex, fine, here he is.
” “I never said you were pathetic.
” Olivia pointed out.
“You implied it.
” “I made you be honest with your intentions.
You chose to add ‘pathetic’ yourself.
” Phil stopped walking.
“What the fuck are you trying to say?” he asked, the heat in his voice building, as he took a few steps towards her.
“That you have to grapple with your own words, not mine.
” she replied, not taking a single step backwards but notably not looking too confident.
Phil chuckled, then laughed.
He backed away, his arms up in the surrender position.
“You know what? I don’t need to have sex with you.
I don’t need to prove anything to you.
” he finally said.
Olivia said nothing.
She simply looked at him, waiting for whatever he would say next.
“Oh, go fuck yourself.
” Phil waved his hand at her in a ‘go away’ motion before stomping off.
He would be out of her line of sight entirely before Olivia finally walked away herself.
*** It would take until the next year for the two to converse again.
Of course, the moment of the botched quickie was in November, so it wasn’t that long a time, but when one is in high school, even the two months since the November interaction feels like forever, and indeed it did to Phil.
Phil was gaining favor with the girl of his dreams.
He had no idea how to proceed - let’s just say she was unpredictable to say the least - but at least he was getting somewhere.
It was almost enough to combat his hatred of winter - the cold, the slush in the school hallways, the wind, the dead look to the trees, the fact that it only took until 5pm or earlier for it to get dark.
Still, he took advantage of the time he had in daylight.
As a matter of fact, he got into the habit of ending student council early, letting the other council members off almost 30 whole minutes early, just so he could enjoy some more time outside.
Whenever the council meetings were over he would almost run to his locker, get his stuff and leave.
And yet, he always took one particular route out of the school now - through the arts hallway.
There was a part of him that kind of wished he would find a particular girl down there breaking the rules, though since their last time together, it didn’t look like Olivia was a fan of playing the school’s piano anymore.
A part of him felt guilty.
Did he cause this? He knew he was kind of intimidating, especially since he had a bit of a reputation for making sure the rules of the school were upheld perfectly.
He knew that if he could see her again, he’d want to straighten things out.
He had time to think, and hey, he almost had a girlfriend now, so she could be sure his intentions were honorable.
Phil shook his head as he neared the exit for the school.
He needed to get Olivia out of his head.
He needed a topic.
School spirit week? Nah, even the council couldn’t decide what to do for that, they spent most of the meeting bickering about it.
There was no way he was going to make any progress on his own.
Phil pushed the doors open and a cold rush greeted him in the most rude way possible.
It wasn’t that the day was particularly windy - in fact, it was kind of nice how still the air was.
At the same time, he just hated the cold.
Something was off though.
The winter normally had this staleness to the air, a kind of crisp smell.
Phil didn’t smell the crispness.
In fact, he smelled something quite different.
A bit pungent, a bit sweet, but in a sour kind of way.
A smell that he claimed to hate, but he knew it just made him curious: the smell of weed.
Phil looked from side to side to see if he could find the source.
Curiously, he couldn’t, so he began to wander, looking all around him.
After all, students shouldn’t be smoking weed on school grounds, that’s just common sense.
Eventually, he found an area where the walls of the school cornered in to create an alley in the turf.
Phil raised his eyebrows - he had heard the school had a ‘smoker’s zone,’ dubbed by the community as opposed to the teachers of course.
Phil found those teachers kind of backwards - he knew students were going to smoke weed no matter what, and that it was on the school to create a safe environment for it, not pretend it would never happen.
But even as student council president, that was out of Phil’s jurisdiction.
He wasn’t even sure if his own moral compass liked the fact that he planned to bust this guy for smoking, but he knew what the school’s law said.
Taking a short breath, he walked confidently and turned the corner, only to be met face-to-face with a sucker punch.
A metaphorical sucker punch.
As if the universe knew he was thinking about her, there stood Olivia.
She was dressed in a baggy hoodie and slim jeans, her backpack was on the snow, and she was absentmindedly smoking some kind of joint, staring off into space.
By the time Phil had regained his composure, she had noticed him.
Phil wanted to be smooth, to reintroduce himself and try to mend any past drama they had, but none of that went according to plan.
“You can’t smoke on school property, y’know.
” he firmly stated.
“What you’re doing is illegal and it misrepresents the school.
” Olivia nodded, weirdly cool as a cucumber.
“What if I wasn’t a student?” “What?” “If I wasn’t a student, and I went here to smoke, would I be misrepresenting the school, or nah?” she clarified.
“Because if the answer is ‘yes,’ then being on school property means you represent the school.
It would suck if Hazelwood ever got ourselves a school shooter and they weren’t a student.
” She took another hit before continuing.
“And if I weren’t a student and you say no, you’re saying I wouldn’t be representing the school.
Which means somehow there’s a moral difference between a dropout my age smoking right here and me.
And that doesn’t seem very fair.
” This was, by far, the most Phil had ever heard her talk.
“Look, I’m just saying that you shouldn’t be doing it.
” “And you’re going to turn me in if I keep doing it?” Olivia asked innocently.
“Yes.
” “To whom?” “What?” “It’s, what, past four? Basically all of the staff have gone home, hall monitors have too.
Maybe the janitors are still around.
Are you going to report me to the janitors?” “Custodians.
” Phil firmly stated.
“Huh?” Olivia looked at him, confused.
“Janitors only clean.
The people Hazelwood employs are custodians.
They work with the heating, lighting, plumbing, and general well-being of the school.
Calling a custodian is like calling a judge a small-time lawyer or something.
It relegates their work.
” Phil was good friends with a few of the custodians at Hazelwood, and always liked to make sure they were well-respected and well-represented.
Olivia broke out into a huge smile.
“Alright, I can dig it.
” she replied.
“Want a hit?” She gestured the blunt towards Phil.
Phil had, up until this point, only had two experiences with weed.
The first was with his older brother and his friends, and the second was when he attempted to roll and smoke a joint with his friend Jeff, and ended up canoeing it.
At that point it was easier for him to just write off smoking and say he wasn’t about it, but he knew the truth.
And the longer he stayed silent, the more he knew he was admitting to Olivia that he wanted to try.
Eventually, the silence reached a crescendo as a smile appeared on Olivia’s face, seemingly reading his own.
Rolling his eyes, he took the blunt from her and wordlessly put it into his mouth.
He may have cared about upholding the school’s rules, but he was also curious, and plus, even though he couldn’t publicly go against the rules, he also couldn’t look like a square in front of the school’s population.
Phil pulled smoke from the blunt into his mouth then passed it back, blowing the smoke out of his mouth immediately.
Olivia started to laugh.
“What?” Phil immediately asked.
“You’re such a square.
” Olivia grinned.
“You need to get it into your lungs.
Here.
” She readied the blunt and gestured to him.
“Like this.
Think about taking a slow, deep breath.
Don’t stop until you actually feel it enter your lungs.
You should also get a little bit of normal air to mix with the smoke.
” True to her words, she took a long, slow inhale, held it in for a bit, then released it.
“Like that.
Okay?” “Don’t fucking call me a square.
” Phil said with a little more hostility than he intended as he took the blunt, and tried again.
He knew the next criticism was going to be the whole coughing thing, and he already got that out of the way with his brother - he focused on taking a small hit, nothing more than he could handle, all the while making it look like he was taking a much bigger hit.
It wouldn’t have hurt to impress, right? Olivia was certainly right - it felt a lot better.
The second Phil exhaled he felt his whole world light up a little bit more.
Those little black spots of stars clouded his vision - the kind he was used to seeing right before he passed out as a kid.
He blinked a few more times, relishing the feeling of being lighter than he felt before, and broke out into a small smile, staring at the blunt.
“Damn…” he muttered, loud enough for Olivia to hear, to her amusement.
“...Damn!” “Glad you came around.
” Olivia replied, taking the blunt back for another smoke.
The two smoked in silence for a little bit longer, eventually sitting on the snow with Phil feeling it more and more with each passing minute, though he didn’t know how much of it was just a placebo, or how much of it was getting the chance to reconnect with Olivia.
Again, he wasn’t sure if this was just his rush talking, but he knew it at this point - she wasn’t just challenging, she was cute.
Phil had always liked the skinny modest girl look, and just as his own girlfriend had kind of nailed the look with a bit more ‘artsy chick’ and a bit more ‘prep,’ Olivia seemingly had written the book on mastering the look that drove Phil crazy.
Even the warm stares she gave him while high sent a tingle down his spine.
He cleared his throat, partially from it being sore from the suppressed coughs he got, partially because he knew he had to say something.
“I’m, uh, sorry for how I acted.
” he blurted out of nowhere.
Olivia just looked at him.
“You mean asking me to stop smoking?” “Well for that too, but just in general.
The whole thing.
The whole… y’know, the whole trying to have sex with you thing.
” “I didn’t mind you trying to have sex with me.
” Olivia remarked.
“Didn’t mind.
” Phil repeated, a small smile on his face.
“Did you not want it?” “No, I did.
” “Then why didn’t we have sex?” “You got angry and left.
” Phil paused for a second, staring at the wall.
“Oh yeah.
” he replied, nodding to himself.
“Well, I was wrong to do that, and I’m sorry.
” “Apology accepted.
” Olivia replied, shrugging.
“Wow, that quick? You’re a lot more agreeable when you’re high.
” “What can I say, I’m easy.
” Olivia mumbled, partially to herself, before taking another hit.
Phil paused.
“You’re hard to read.
” Olivia blew out the smoke and broke into another smile.
“I’m not sure.
” she coolly replied.
“I think I’m really easy to read and that throws people off.
Most people… well, most people in high school don’t like being open.
” “How do you figure?” “I dunno, it’s like they think it leaves them vulnerable or something.
” “And do you think it makes you less vulnerable, or more powerful?” Olivia looked at Phil weirdly.
“Does it look like... when did I want more power?” she asked him.
“I’m fine to sit here by myself.
Like, forever.
I can live on my own just fine.
Power is for people who like attention, people who need their validation from others.
” “I think I know someone like that.
” Phil nodded, smiling.
“Who’s that?” “Nicole Baker.
Do you know her?” “School slut, right?” Olivia blew out another puff of smoke.
“How ever do you know her?” she added mischievously, extinguishing the now-spent blunt.
Phil chuckled nervously.
“She’s my gir- well, no, she’s not my girlfriend, but I think something is happening between us.
I hope something is happening between us.
” “Are you a couple?” “No, not yet, but I feel like-” “Have mutual feelings been exchanged?” “Well, no.
” Phil admitted sourly.
“I’m just… I’m just hopeful, okay?” “Okay.
” Olivia shrugged.
“Just saying, if she gives it to you, it’s not going to mean much to her.
” “Watch it.
” Phil replied, more quietly than he would have liked.
“The goal isn’t even to have sex with her.
The goal is to be with her, and make her mine.
” “Make her yours.
” Olivia repeated to herself.
“So, no more of those 2am Facebook messenger girls that line up for you?” Phil could only lean back and chuckle nervously in response.
“I, uh…” “Dry spell?” Olivia asked humorously, smiling at him.
Phil smiled back.
“Yeah.
” He felt a similar rush he did before at the lunch table, a rush where her openness seemed to be contagious to him.
“I feel like sometimes my reputation gets in the way.
Like, ‘oh, here comes Phil, he’s the student council president, he knows everything when it comes to sex.
’ It can get a little intimidating when you’re…” “Inexperienced?” Olivia asked.
“Yeah.
Double that when you’re dating… wanting to date someone who’s known by most as a slut.
Because them, bam, it’s super cool that, like, she knows what she’s doing.
But I don’t.
You know? And to top it off, she says one thing and means another.
She’s weirdly super open but super secretive, and it’s impossible to guess how she’s feeling a lot of the time.
” Olivia nodded.
“I understand.
” Silence filled the air, and partially out of obligation, she continued.
“I don’t think you need to worry about impressing, I bet most of the time girls are as nervous as you.
” Her eyes flickered down from his.
“Well, maybe not Nicole, maybe she just finds sex boring at this point, but I’d find sex boring too if I didn’t find ways to just enjoy it.
” “How do you mean?” Phil asked.
“I don’t get off from sex.
” Olivia openly admitted, her eyes coming back up to meet Phil’s.
“What, like ever?” “Once or twice.
” she shrugged.
“Usually I just masturbate when I need to, and sex is just like an activity, having fun.
My favorite part of sex is getting a guy to climax, so it’s like working towards a satisfying ending.
And call me a Stepford wife or whatever, but I like pleasing guys.
” “Sucks that you don’t get pleased yourself though, huh?” Phil asked.
Olivia smirked.
“If I didn’t know your intentions better, I’d call you a gentleman for thinking of that first.
” she remarked.
“It doesn’t really suck.
Besides, if I rarely get off anyway, I might as well make the most of it in other ways.
Maybe the guys I’ve done things with aren’t that experienced either.
” “I’d wanna believe I could do better than them…” Phil mumbled, mostly to himself, looking down.
“What was that?” Olivia asked.
Phil looked back up, but never said another word, mouth open.
She asked the question in her usual monotone voice, but Phil wasn’t sure if what he had just said was a faux pas or if she just didn’t hear him.
Too afraid to find out, he didn’t answer.
Olivia took the silence as an answer and slowly, another smile appeared on her face.
“Prove it.
” Phil couldn’t have heard that right.
“Excuse me?” “You heard me.
” Olivia replied, standing up, grabbing his hand and making him stand up with her.
“If that’s what you want to believe, let’s put it to the test.
” Phil couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but knew deep down not only that he wanted this, but for how long he wanted it.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but open his mouth.
“What about my girlfriend?” he asked meekly.
Olivia began to close the distance between their mouths.
“I thought you said you didn’t have a girlfriend.
” a mixture of smugness and pure seduction was written across her face.
Phil tried not to think about what she just said and how much sense she was making - it would have sucked if his mouth went dry at a time like this.
Besides, as he had mentioned, he had his reputation to think about - he couldn’t show weakness, not now.
Accepting the fate of the two, and giddy at the moment he wanted to happen for a few months in front of him, he grabbed Olivia by the waist and pushed her against the wall.
Olivia opened her mouth in slight shock at his actions, and Phil capitalized on this, pressing his lips against hers, both mouths slightly open.
It was time to show her what he knew how to do.
With one hand against the cold brick wall and the other gripping her waist ever so slightly tightly, he passionately pushed the full weight of his body against her.
Internally, Phil smiled to himself when he felt Olivia respond by pushing the weight of her body back against his, the two becoming closer and closer together as she wrapped both arms around his neck, bringing him in as their tongues began to dance.
But making out wasn’t what Phil had in mind.
He knew Olivia wasn’t daring him to make her cum by kissing her.
After a few minutes of passionate kissing with the two tongues never staying for long in its native mouth, Phil released his grasp on her body as well as her mouth, allowing her to breathe and melt into his embrace as he whispered in her ear, “So, you want to see what I can do?” Olivia either was completely under her spell or really knew what to do in this situation.
Looking up at him with doe-like eyes glossed over with lust, she replied, barely in more than a whisper, “Yes.
” Phil smiled to himself confidently as, never breaking eye contact with her, his hand reached down to Olivia’s pants and undid the button holding them up.
Internally, Phil was absolutely terrified - he was the Student Council President, he was the role model of the entire school, and here he was on school property, outdoors where anyone could see, smoking pot and undoing the fly of another student.
He couldn’t allow his mind to get clouded with such thoughts - he needed to be all charm and confidence.
Phil hooked his thumbs into Olivia’s underwear and in one motion, yanked them both to her knees as he got down on his own, ignoring the snow’s cold sting on his kneecaps as he smiled devilishly, almost evilly at Olivia, glancing now at her naked exposed flower.
Phil’s smile didn’t wane - Stepford wife is right, he thought to himself.
She was clean shaven so perfectly that it was clear she had done it that very day.
Whether it was just good timing or she was so into being smooth that she shaved daily was up to Phil’s imagination.
She had every reason to be proud of it - Olivia’s Altar of Venus was certainly something to be worshipped.
Even just looking at her slit made Phil want to touch and caress it, to find her most sensitive spots and make her moan, to insert himself inside her and claim her.
But that would have to wait until another time, for now he had to prove to her, for the second time, that he was talented with the tongue.
Olivia’s hands flew - perhaps nervously, perhaps due to the cold - to her face as Phil slowly started, his tongue beginning at her also shaven thigh.
His tongue trailed its way up, ensuring he slowed down at all the right points that would make her just want him more.
And based on the suppressed sounds Olivia was making, this conquest was going perfectly according to plan.
By the time that Phil’s tongue first reached its prize, he heard Olivia loudly and uncontrollably let out a breath of air with a quiet “Ooh.
” Only not smiling due to his tongue being busy, he continued and began to drag his tongue across her slit, paying careful attention to what areas made Olivia moan the most or the loudest.
He knew that his tongue would return here in time, and he wanted to make sure he had mapped her out so that next time he could be even better and impress her even more.
Before reaching the clit, Phil’s tongue danced around it a little, in order to properly tease her.
If he had any kind of handle on her personality, he knew Olivia would not be patient when it came to being teased, and sure enough, when he looked up, he found that her hands were now gripping the wall, with her breath coming out in frustrated pseudo-snarls and gasps that roughly translated to ‘please, no more, lick me already.
’ Not only was Phil a good ambassador for his translating skills, but he also knew how and when to arrive in style.
Employing a style he was proud to say he crafted, he first licked her clitoris by curving his tongue around it, giving Olivia a sensation they both knew she hadn’t felt before from getting eaten out.
Olivia’s hands went from gripping the wall, to moving around erratically in front of her with no destination in mind, to settling on Phil’s head, grabbing his hair as he began to tongue her slit with determination and effort, knowing that he was impressing her.
Encouraged by her moans and the way she was rocking her hips into his eagerly accepting mouth, Phil began to insert his tongue inside Olivia strategically, moving his hand to Olivia’s lower abdomen.
Slowly, his thumb found her clit, and he began to rub her as his tongue danced a dance of love inside her, making her make sounds she wasn’t making consciously, all the while his own dick pulsated painfully in his pants.
He knew that he would be winning her over soon, and when he did, he’d be sure to fuck her right after.
Right here, against the school.
Olivia would be begging for it, and it would be all thanks to him and his oral administrations.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans.
Just as he was getting to the point where he would need to come up for air afterwards, he felt one of the hands let go of him and tap him on the head.
At first, Phil didn’t react at all, but a few seconds and another forceful tap later, he confusedly slowed his pace, and then stopped entirely.
Slowly, he brought his head back and faced Olivia, his face no doubt soaked with her juices.
He expected to find her panting and as glassy-eyed as ever, but she was instead remarkably well-composed.
Phil rose slowly, one eyebrow lowered, his knees suddenly feeling the full force of the cold, wet hell they had sat in for way too long.
“...Hmm.
” he finally broke the ice.
Olivia shrugged, then pulled her underwear then pants up.
“I told you.
” she replied coolly.
“It’s nothing personal.
I’m sure you were doing a good job.
” “Thanks.
” Phil replied without meaning it.
He knew that the anger he was feeling was irrational and that it was just as much not her fault as his, but… couldn’t she have tried to enjoy it a little bit more? “Plus, not every guy will even do that.
Most think cunnilingus is gross and just try to go for shoving their dick inside me.
One didn’t even have the brains to make out with me first.
” Phil was beginning to feel a little better.
“Sounds… dry.
” “Something tells me he was sick on Sex-Ed class day.
” she quipped back, leaning against the wall.
“So, why do you find sex enjoyable?” “Well, I… uh…” Phil started clumsily.
“I suppose I like the power that comes with it.
I really felt like… I felt like I was in control down there, you know?” “Mhm.
” Olivia nodded.
“Even though I suppose from a bird’s eye view, I was the one on my knees and you were the one with your hands on my head.
” “Is a girl in power when she gives you a blowjob?” “Point made.
” Phil admitted.
“No, I’m serious.
I’m asking you.
Is she?” Phil stared at her weirdly, but then thought about it for a second.
“I guess it depends on the status quo of the situation.
Like, if the guy is a nervous wreck but she reassures him she’ll take care of him or something, then she’s in control.
But if he demands she gets on her knees then fucks her face…” “Romantic.
” she quipped.
“...then I guess he’s in control.
” “I like when a guy is in control.
” Olivia added.
“I just can’t ever ask a guy to be in control because then he’s not, you know? I think deep down all girls just are submissive and crave dick.
” Phil didn’t call himself a feminist by any means - in high school it was still considered a dirty word, after all - but even he knew that was going too far for him not to reply.
“Yup, Stepford wife.
” he joked.
“That’s why I’m so open.
” Olivia continued, ignoring him.
“I might be the one to get him to say it, but I’m not going to ask anything.
I want a guy who can say he’ll do this, even if he calls himself pathetic and doubts himself from time to time.
” “Oh, shut up.
” Phil replied, annoyed at her words.
“I’m not pathetic.
I did a good job.
” “I’m sure you did.
” Olivia replied with another shrug.
“So, what happens from here?” It was Phil’s turn to shrug.
“I don’t wanna stop what we’re doing.
Especially if it means I get to fuck you.
” Olivia nodded coolly.
“You can use my body any time you want.
” she replied with too little emotion.
“I mean- I… I’m not gonna right now.
” Phil stumbled to say.
“Like, no offense, but after what you just said, I’m not in the mood.
” “Okay.
” Olivia replied.
“I wouldn’t like it unless you were really passionate anyway.
” So, she wanted domination, did she? Phil did like a challenge.
“Give me your number, right now.
” he told her as he got out his phone.
“When we’re next both on campus and I need a good hole to fuck, you’re mine.
Got it?” he practically snarled, trying to catch her off guard.
He would need practice.
Olivia nonchalantly nodded and told him her number.
“I understand.
” she finished.
Without another word, Phil tore his eyes away from her and walked away.
He had finally gotten what he wanted, and more.
And even though his life was potentially going in a new direction, Phil wasn’t sure if he wanted to squander this opportunity.
*** One of the places that Phil felt the safest was his basement.
Not safe from any threats or anything like that, safe from the expectations he knew people had of him.
Everywhere else he had to be Phil Love, President of the Student Council, but in his basement he could hang out with a friend and just be another guy, hanging out with his friend, not having to worry about his behavior cutting loose affecting anything in his future.
Phil’s friend Jeff Swanson also enjoyed it for the same reasons.
The two had grown up together but only really connected by high school.
That said, they were so close by the end of their junior year that when Phil ran for President at the end of the prior year, anyone could have guessed he would be bringing Jeff on board.
Jeff had Phil’s same concerns in mind, and the same reliefs about the basement.
“Bam! There’s one.
” Jeff commented, showing Phil his phone.
Phil looked over the webpage, a post from the BiggerThanYouThought subreddit, while Jeff just grinned.
“That’s what I’m talking about.
” Phil was in the middle of texting Nicole, but stopped to stare at the picture of a pair of what looked like E cups on an almost impossibly small figure.
“Those have gotta be fake, bro.
” Phil shot back.
“Look at the shape!” Jeff argued.
“Fake tits don’t look like that.
Look at the… uh…” Jeff held the phone back to his face to get a reference, then shoved the phone back under Phil’s nose.
“Look at the curve!” Phil laughed aloud.
“The curve? Fuck are we in, grade school? You read that online?” Jeff shrugged and brought his phone away from Phil’s gaze.
“Say what you want but I think they’re real.
” “Yeah but neither you or I will actually get to see them in our lifetime.
” Phil rebutted.
“So it doesn’t matter.
I’d rather get the real deal, that’s why I’m texting The Queen herself.
” Jeff lowered his phone in thought.
“...Ally D.
goes by ‘The Queen’?” Phil chuckled to himself.
Ally was known around the school for coming in at a whopping H cup.
“Nicole, dumbass.
I’m texting Nicole.
” “Well, you were mentioning tits.
Ally has the biggest ones in the school by far, right? Nicole’s are, like, small compared to her.
” “You just call a girl with double D’s small?” Phil asked incredulously.
“You need to stop watching so much porn, dude.
I think it’s giving you unrealistic expectations of tits.
You’re gonna expect ‘em to have E’s and suddenly C’s are like A’s.
It’s like community college.
” Jeff snickered.
“Nice.
Either way, excuse me for liking ‘em big.
How far have you gotten with Nicole anyway?” Phil sighed and lowered his phone.
Jeff’s smile got bigger.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Jeff concluded, beaming.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying, man.
” Phil protested.
“Plus, taming a wild beast like Nicole is like impossible of impossibles.
Look at this.
” Phil extended his arm to show the phone to Jeff, displaying their recent conversation history.
“Jeez, she’s blunt.
” Jeff commented.
“Well, that’s Nicole alright.
What did you expect? You like ‘em blunt and raw.
” “Yeah…” Phil trailed off, looking at his messaging history and noting Olivia’s name also there, staring at him, daring him to make another move.
“Hey…” Phil started again, getting jeff to raise his eyes from the screen.
“So, I need an opinion.
” Jeff promptly put his phone onto the nearby table and sat up, giving Phil his full attention.
“Send it.
” “Okay, so you know how I have a crush on Nicole?” Phil asked, answered by a nod from Jeff.
“And you know how we’re not actually in a relationship, like an actual one?” Another nod.
“What if another girl actually gave me the green light? Like, she wanted to have sex with me too? Like, do you think there’s a moral issue there or…” Jeff laughed out loud.
“A moral issue? What are you, fuckin’ Ghandi? No, there’s no moral issue.
If Nicole is too much of a bitch to actually admit she likes you back and start something, then you get to do the fuck you want.
” Silence filled the air as Phil chewed on Jeff’s words, but Jeff continued anyway.
“Look, did she say anything about it being official?” Phil shook his head no.
“Right, so it’s nothing exclusive, she never said anything about being exclusive.
” Phil shook his head again.
“Well then there you go dude, nothing to it.
” “I mean, I never made it official in the first place either…” Phil pointed out begrudgingly.
Jeff took a noisy bite of some corn chips he scooped up from the nearby open bag.
“All the more reason why it’s okay.
” he pointed out, mouth full.
“If she’s the type that would get hurt from that, either she knows she should have made it official in the first place or she’s a manipulative controlling bitch.
” “You already think she’s a manipulative controlling bitch.
” Phil argued.
“Yeah, but you like her.
” Jeff shrugged.
“Friends support friends.
You’re being a dumbass, bro, but if you think you’re in love-” “I know I’m in love.
” “Alright, alright, if you know you’re in love, you’re gonna go for it anyway.
But that doesn’t mean a man don’t have needs.
If you’ve got side tail lined up, it’d be a shame to let it spoil.
” He continued to take another mouthful of corn chips into his gaping mouth.
Phil slowly looked back down at his phone, nerves on fire.
His inner moral high-ground character was doing battle with his innermost wolf on the prowl, and he knew which side was going to win.
Yo.
What do you think about going after you sexually but Nicole romantically? Like, is something wrong there? Phil smirked to himself.
The first thing he did to try and impress Nicole was to perfect his spelling and grammar when sending texts.
Nicole used to be a complete bookworm and really loved when guys were articulate.
Almost immediately the phone buzzed with Olivia’s response.
I don’t mind if you don’t “Dude.
” Jeff commented, reading over Phil’s shoulder.
“You got balls just straight-up asking her like that.
What’s she look like, do I know her?” “Shut-in girl, goes to the library a lot.
Black hair, brown eyes, kinda like one of those baggy hoodies…” “You and the fucking black hair.
” Jeff dryly retorted.
Phil didn’t respond, and put his attention back into the conversation with Olivia.
Yeah? I think I want to try something like kissing her soon, but I also want to fuck you sometime soon.
A couple minutes went by, to the extent where Phil was getting nervous as to if he offended her or not.
After a fair bit though, a different buzzing sound came from Phil’s phone.
Puzzled, Phil picked up the phone to see Olivia sent him a Snapchat message.
“We’re in.
” Jeff quipped, noticing Phil had Snapchat open.
Phil rolled his eyes.
“Dude, chill.
It might not be-” “It’s Snapchat.
It is.
” Jeff responded coolly.
“What do you think I should do?” “If it is what you’re hoping, save it anyway, then ask after if she’s cool with saving.
If not, apologize and tell her you’ll delete it.
” Jeff explained expertly.
“And then I delete it?” Phil asked, then the two of them shared a laugh.
“Alright, here goes.
” On the outside, Phil wanted to appear as calm as a big blue ocean, but on the inside he was a little nervous.
His thumb almost shaking, he hit the screen and the picture came up.
As if he should have expected anything else, the image definitely surprised both him and Jeff.
The picture was exactly as shy as Olivia herself, which needless to say was not shy at all.
It was a picture of her laying across her bed, her face conveniently out of the picture.
She was laying flat down on the bed, with her legs in the air, pointing off in different directions, just barely obscuring her womanhood from the desperate eyes of Phil.
That didn’t mean that he wasn’t treated to a sight of her beautiful, albeit moderately-sized, breasts.
Her nipples, which would meet any man’s definition of perfect, stood proudly and practically cut into the air.
It was clear that she was very turned on at the time of the video.
As a nice little ribbon on top, her free hand was draped across her stomach, showing off her painted light blue nails.
Across the middle of the picture, nearly cutting off the view of Olivia’s breasts, was the usual Snapchat black bar displaying a message for Phil.
I think you should do both soon Phil’s breath was caught in his throat.
She was downright beautiful, her body was amazing.
He couldn’t help but just stare at the gift he was given.
“...Dude, save it!” Jeff ordered, snapping Phil out of his trance.
Phil shook his head, hit both buttons on his phone, and saved the message.
Immediately, he covered the phone’s camera with his hand, took a picture of the blackness, then added a caption.
Sorry, is it okay if I save these? “‘Sorry.
’ You pussy.
” Jeff laughed.
“I don’t wanna be a complete creep!” Phil protested.
“Imagine if this got out, man.
” “It won’t.
” Jeff assured him.
On cue, Phil’s phone buzzed again and the eager duo hunched over Phil’s phone, eager to see the latest snap he received.
This next picture was a mirror shot of Olivia holding her phone, with her body twisted around so that her panty-clad butt could be in the shot, as could a side-shot of her breast and her face (though as always, it was cut off above the mouth).
Once again, her nipple poked out into the air in a clear state of arousal, and her free hand was trailing down her stomach, into her panties.
If one looked closely, which Phil didn’t, they could see she was biting her lower lip in pleasure.
Phil couldn’t help but chuckle at his luck when he read the caption.
It’s all good.
Save away.
Who was he to argue? Gleefully, Phil saved the snap, turning back to Jeff.
“Hell of a girl, isn’t she?” Jeff was grinning right back.
“Yo, I didn’t get a good look.
Would you please send those to me later?” Phil laughed out loud and shoved Jeff playfully.
“You got it, man.
” he agreed.
He turned back to his phone to see that Olivia had given up snapping for now and had sent him a regular text.
If she’s giving you enough signals, I say she wants it.
You do you, try it if you want.
Just don’t forget to have sex with me too.
“You don’t meet a girl like that every day.
” Jeff admitted, still reading over Phil’s shoulder.
“Is she right though?” “Huh?” “Do you think Nicole is sending me signals?” Phil asked him sincerely.
“Should I go for her?” “Oh yeah, she’s sending you signals alright.
” Jeff replied.
“‘Stop,’ ‘Ye be warned,’ ‘Beware of dog…’” “Fuck you.
” Phil replied, then silence poured into the room like water fills a bowl.
“Fuck it.
I’m gonna do it.
” “Yeah?” Jeff replied, a mixture of support and disdain evident in his tone.
“Yeah.
By the end of this week, I’m just gonna spontaneously kiss Nicole.
” “Will this be before or after you fuck Olivia?” Jeff asked, smiling deviously.
Phil returned the smile.
“Depends on when I see her next.
” *** In high school, spontaneous things happened all the time.
The craziest of scenarios could be blown off with a simple, ‘Well, what did you expect?’ Enough events happened at Hazelwood High in particular to send the superintendent into a coma every couple of months.
The low-level gossips might pick up the events and circulate it, sure, but unless something illegal was involved, it usually wasn’t enough to make the students truly care.
But patterns, something happening consistently, that was what got the students talking.
As soon as something happened more than once, that was when the gossip train really got its engine going.
Phil was all too aware of this factor, and yet he found himself enjoying the idea of not caring as he had lunch with Olivia again.
His reputation, his prestige, his honor, it all mattered in little moments, but it was like he’d forgotten what those moments without felt like.
Olivia, perhaps without even knowing it herself, gave him a bit of a break from… himself.
And he liked that.
“So, did you end up kissing her?” Olivia asked nonchalantly between bites, looking down at her food.
Phil chuckled to himself, looking everywhere but at her as he readied his answer.
They were far enough away from everyone else that no snooping ears could listen in on their conversation, though he still wasn’t quite used to this level of bluntness.
“I mean, do you even wanna hear about something like that?” he asked her, a mixture of shyness and slight disbelief in his voice.
“I asked, didn’t I?” “Yeah, but… it’s just weird since we’re doing stuff an-” “We’re barely doing anything.
” Olivia cut him off, no hint of annoyance or malice to her tone.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been busy - and you’re out here asking about another girl, and what she’s doing with me.
” Olivia shrugged, taking her eyes from her food to Phil’s.
“You seem to pine after Nicole, it’s an interesting story to follow.
Plus, I find it interesting you want to make the girl famous for fucking anyone your girlfriend.
You’re so into your reputation, and I feel like anyone who’s the boyfriend of her is going to turn into the school joke.
” “How do you figure?” Phil asked, leaning in, a curious expression on his face.
“Take the easiest girl in school, and give her a boyfriend.
A, there’s no way in hell you’re going to make her stop having sex with other guys.
A slut is a slut.
B, even without you getting cuckolded to hell, which you will, guys will see a guy settling for the loosest girl in school.
” She paused and gave a small smile.
“Nice.
” “I don’t wanna sound like a, uh, a feminist or something, but I don’t see how that kind of thing devalues her.
” Phil rebutted.
“Or you, or me.
Aren’t we doing shit on the side?” “I apply the same standards to myself as I do her.
I’m just honest about myself and how much I’m worth.
” Olivia coolly responded.
“That’s why I let you use my body anytime.
” Jeez, Phil thought to himself, trying not to let the surprise show on his face.
This girl certainly was… extreme.
“Well, great, looks like you two have something in common.
” Phil joked.
“Maybe if we all get comfy down the line, we could arrange a, uh, a threesome or something.
” Inevitably, every popular guy in high school ever made that joke to a girl when another girl was brought up.
It was a classic move - bring it up as a joke, even though it wasn’t that funny, to veil the obvious hopeful seriousness and genuine attempt at such a request.
Olivia, of course, could see right through Phil and his attempt, and in response, stared blankly at him until he coughed in discomfort.
He looked away for a few seconds, then realized how desperate he was to change the topic.
“Yeah, we did end up kissing.
” he admitted.
“Congratulations.
” Olivia nodded.
“So, is it serious between you two now? Do you want to stop our arrangement?” “Huh?” Phil was surprised.
“Didn’t you just point out that we haven’t done anything yet?” “Yes, but you seem to want to.
” Olivia answered.
“I’m keeping your options open.
” “And what if we became a couple? Would you still want to fuck me then?” Phil challenged her.
Olivia never backed down.
“Only if you want.
” Phil smiled slightly.
Then it became a chuckle, then a full-blown laugh.
Someone watching a documentary about Phil might have referred to this as the day he snapped.
Something about his moral compass shifted, or at least he was aware of the shift that had been going on for a while, that day.
“Fuckin’ no I don’t wanna stop.
” Phil replied, his voice full of a new confidence he didn’t know he had.
He hastily packed up his lunch, and motioned for Olivia to do the same.
“In fact, come with me.
” Olivia had a curious look on her face, but swiftly obeyed.
As soon as everything was packed up, Phil grabbed her arm and led her away from the lunchroom, down the hallways, away from prying eyes.
No doubt someone had seen them, and no doubt Phil was going to be asked about her, but deliciously, he didn’t care.
Phil had power.
Phil had control.
Phil had options, and fuck Nicole for making him feel like he had to bend to her will when she felt she didn’t owe him the time of day.
Phil’s hands were practically shaking as he unlocked the door to Room 203, the student council office.
As soon as the pair were inside, he locked the door again behind him and turned to grin at Olivia, a very hungry grin.
“So, you want to fuck a guy even when he’s in a committed relationship?” Olivia stood there, unmoving, her facial expression not changing.
Phil didn’t care.
“Stand there.
” He pointed to a spot on the floor.
Hesitantly, Olivia obeyed, walking over to the very spot at which he was pointing.
“Get on your knees.
” Phil demanded.
For a second, he swore he could see the makings of a smile on Olivia’s lips as she sank to her knees in front of him.
Still smiling, Phil walked slowly over in front of her, and undid his belt.
“You can do the rest.
” Phil commanded gruffly, and Olivia obediently nodded.
With an almost teasing level of slowness, Olivia unzipped his fly, undid the button holding his pants together, and gently pulled them down to his knees.
She paused slightly, looking Phil in the eyes for a few seconds, before pulling down his underwear too, making sure he could feel her sudden, heavy, lustful breaths on his cock.
Phil chuckled slightly.
“Are you gonna just sit there forever, or are you going to suck me off?” Olivia’s dam was broken as she broke out into a full smile.
“Thank you.
” Phil was slightly taken off-guard.
“For what?” “I just vibe really well with the roleplay of my feelings not mattering.
” Olivia replied matter-of-factly as she gripped Phil’s shaft.
“Gets me so hot.
” She gave his cock an experimental lick.
This was new territory for Phil but he was game to play along.
“Then I don’t give a shit about you thanking me, slut.
I just care about what your body can do for me.
” Olivia smiled at him again, this time mischievously.
“Just trying to have some manners over here.
” she replied.
“Would you rather have silence?” “In words, sure.
I’m going to close my eyes and all I want to hear are the sounds of your mouth on my cock.
Do I make myself clear?” Phil then closed his eyes and folded his arms, waiting.
“Crystal,” came the voice of Olivia, before Phil indeed did hear the sounds of suction, as well as the unmistakable feeling of a mouth on his dick.
Olivia was, in a word, amazing.
Other words came to mind, like ‘submissive,’ ‘extreme,’ and ‘confusing,’ but all that mattered in this moment was that it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing.
It wasn’t just in the way that she used every technique she knew, but also in the eagerness with which she devoured him, the way she’d moan at the mere opportunity to please Phil.
“You have such a nice cock, Master.
” Olivia purred in between licks as she used both hands to appraise his manhood.
“I can’t get enough of it.
Please let me suck you every day, sir.
” She went back to sucking him, using every part of her mouth to show Phil just how much appreciation she had for being his little blowjob slut.
Phil was positively drunk with power in this moment.
Fuck Nicole for ever making him feel so small, he knew in this moment that if a manipulative bitch like Nicole wasn’t willing to get on her knees for him, he had a girl who was all too eager to show him what her rightful place was kneeling right before him instead.
Each breath Olivia left on him reminded him of this fact.
It’s like she was born to serve him, with the way she naturally and submissively got to work on him.
Even though only a minute had passed, it felt like an eternity of having his cock worshipped by a girl who knew that he was a man worth worshipping.
One minute… that reminded him.
Phil looked at his watch and discovered with dismay that they had less time left than he wanted.
He cleared his throat.
“Hey, Olivia.
” he called out to her.
“Mm?” Olivia responded, taking her lips off of his shaft to look at him submissively, a far cry from her usual apathetic stare.
She looked innocent, hungry… the right flavor of slutty for Phil.
It was killing him to have to make this announcement.
“We’re, uh… running out of time.
Maybe we should take a raincheck on this… slut.
” PHil hated admitting it, but this dom talk was kind of new ground for him still.
“If you think we don’t have enough time, I’ll obey you.
” Olivia replied submissively, getting to her feet, a small trail of saliva going down her chin.
“It’s a shame though, I love that cock.
” Phil snickered a little in slight disbelief and power.
“Back on your fuckin’ knees.
” he replied hoarsely.
“I changed my mind.
You’re too much of an eager slut.
I’m going to jack off all over your pretty, slutty face.
” Olivia gave another one of her big grins.
“Yes, sir.
” she replied submissively as she got back on her knees.
“And wipe that fuckin’ grin off your face.
I didn’t say you could enjoy it.
” Phil added, giddy with power and lust yet stern-faced.
Olivia’s expression obediently changed from a grin to that of a submissive scared-looking ‘good girl,’ remaining on her knees.
Phil grinned evilly at how perfect she looked as he began to stroke himself.
Olivia bit her lip in a display of lust as Phil’s hand slid back and forth across his shaft.
“You have such a perfect cock, sir.
” Olivia practically panted as she watched him pleasure himself.
Phil wondered if she had the urge to touch herself, and even if she did, if that was only for his amusement, but fuck it, this was pretty damn amusing to him.
“Touch yourself.
” he ordered.
To his surprise, Olivia went for her chest instead, seductively playing with her bra-covered boobs as she stuck out her tongue for him, giving him a wink as she readied herself for his load.
This was absolutely surreal to Phil.
He couldn’t believe his good fortune in finding this girl.
His smile widened as he realized two things - one, that she initially shied away from him and hard work always got Phil Love what he wanted, and two, this load was going to be a big one, and it was going to cover Olivia’s pretty submissive face as she played with her boobs.
All to get him excited.
She wanted his cum to paint her face.
Phil began to breathe heavier as he could feel his load coming on.
Hormones were surging through him.
He just wanted to pick this girl up and jackhammer her right there, not caring who watches.
He wanted to do all kinds of dirty things with her, and he was going to do that, as many times as possible, as often as he could this year.
He found his own personal slut, on top of having a potential girlfriend.
His own personal slut, as well as taming the school slut to only want him.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Without warning, Phil’s breaths turned to slight muffled moans and he gave a grunt as his load unleashed.
Luckily, Olivia was listening intently for his signals and was ready.
Rope after rope of Phil’s seed painted her face, some ending up in her mouth, as Olivia graciously and submissively accepted Phil’s gift.
Her eyes were closed in lustful delight as Phil watched, panting with horniness.
The spurts subsided and amazingly, most of it actually landed on Olivia’s face or in her mouth, with only the last and smallest spurt landing at the top of her shirt.
“Wow.
” Phil breathed, breaking the silence between the two afterwards.
“Did you enjoy that?” Olivia asked, turning back into her aloof self.
“Like nobody’s - like you wouldn’t - yes.
Yes, I fuckin’ enjoyed it.
” Phil panted, catching his breath and enjoying his work.
“That was amazing.
” “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.
” Olivia replied, her cold tone tainted with a hint of pride, as she examined her face with her fingers.
“Wow.
So I guess she only kissed you.
” Phil lowered an eyebrow at her.
Soon, Nicole would be his girl, committed only to him, and Olivia would knock it off with the jokes, so he elected against telling her off.
He’d rather… show her off? That couldn’t have been right gramatically.
Phil glanced at his watch and made a nervous expression.
“Hey, class starts in like two minutes.
” he told Olivia.
Olivia groaned in annoyance.
“It is going to take more time than that to clean myself up.
” she commented, mostly to herself.
“Yeah, but…” Phil didn’t know how to bring this up without looking like an asshole.
“I kinda need to lock up this room when it’s not in use.
You know, school rules and all that.
” “Yeah, enforcing the school rules.
Calling them custodians instead of janitors.
I remember.
” Olivia remarked.
“Can you give me the keys then?” “What?” “Just give me the keys to the place.
I’ll lock up the room for you when I’m done cleaning myself off.
” “...And how will I get the keys back if you have them?” Phil asked as if she were an idiot.
“I need to use these keys, you know.
They’re not just for decoration.
” Olivia shrugged, wiping some semen off of her face.
“I guess we’ll have to meet up at the end of the day then, won’t we?” A slow smile appeared on her face.
Phil mirrored her smile as he wordlessly handed her his keys.
*** “Maybe if you weren’t an idiot, you’d see reason.
” Nicole complained as she flopped down on top of Phil’s bed.
Her long black hair completely covered her backside, and her beautiful face, as well as her piercing blue eyes, became hidden within Phil’s pillows.
“And maybe you should just put on a coat and enjoy winter for what it is.
” Phil laughed, joining her, sitting conservatively on the bed.
“Aside from that, good day?” He moved her hair to the side and started rubbing her back.
“Yeah.
” she mumbled into his pillow.
“Your mattress kinda sucks.
” Phil chuckled.
“Then let’s meet up on yours.
” Nicole’s face rose from Phil’s pillow to give him a smirk.
“Ha ha, Mr.
President.
You damn near gave my parents a heart attack the first time you came over.
I like them too much to want to see them dead.
” “I thought you said you didn’t like them.
” Phil replied with confusion in his voice.
“If you don’t wanna talk about i-” “Oh, I don’t like them.
” Nicole interrupted.
“It just takes me a lot to want to see someone dead.
Although your brother would be a good candidate if you wanna play hitman.
My birthday is coming up soon.
” Phil laughed, but didn’t respond.
He understood his brother and Nicole had a history, but he had a good relationship with his big brother, and wanted to remain Switzerland between them.
Instead, he lay down beside her, his face level to hers.
Eventually, a smile grew on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothin’.
” Phil replied softly.
“Just… you’re beautiful.
” “Oh, am I? Thanks, never noticed.
” Nicole replied with another smirk on her face.
She hopped off the bed, leaving an unsatisfied Phil, cursing his instincts for not just going for it.
He heard her scream and bolted upright on the bed, turning his head to see her looking in his bedroom mirror.
Nicole turned around to face him, her face a picture of absolute horror.
“Fuck, Phil.
I am beautiful.
” she lamented.
“What am I going to do?” Emboldened and frustrated, Phil hopped off the bed, sauntering over to her and grabbing her by the hips.
“I could think of a few things you could do.
You and I.
” Nicole lowered an eyebrow and smiled at him.
“Oh really? And what kind of pure activities do you have for a nun like me?” Phil smiled in turn.
“Maybe we could work on getting you outta that convent of yours.
” Nicole gave a scoff-laugh, rolling her eyes.
Her eyes settling on looking at her shoes.
“You’re cute.
” she finally mumbled.
“What’s that? Nicole Baker, the school’s most unpredictable firecracker, finds me cute?” Phil responded, noting her smile getting bigger despite her still looking away.
“I wonder how she’d respond to knowing I think she’s cute too.
Or how I want her and only her.
Or how much sense we’d make together.
” Nicole’s smile remained plastered on her face for a few seconds.
She then blinked and the smile instantly vanished, and in one motion she pushed him away and sat back down on his bed.
Phil just stood there, his back against the wall from Nicole pushing him, looking at his hands in confusion.
“I think I know why they call you ‘untameable,’ babe.
” he joked.
“Sorry.
” Nicole mumbled, all sense of humor lost in her voice.
“I just… have a lot on my plate.
It’s hard to make sense of feelings when my head is all… ‘Aaaaaah,’ you know?” “Um, sure.
” Phil shrugged.
“What kind of shit do you have on your mind, do you wanna talk about it?” “Well, there’s the Adam and Megan thing, that has to be addressed…” Nicole trailed off, as if it were obvious Phil knew what she was talking about.
But he didn’t.
Adam and Megan were this year’s grade nine representatives for the Student Council, and were largely irrelevant figures in his life, outside of being his new recruits, or underlings.
“The Adam and Megan thing?” Phil asked.
“You didn’t hear?” Nicole asked casually.
Phil shrugged and Nicole shook her head with a ‘here we go’ brand of smile.
“Well then strap in.
So basically, The Meganator gets this huge crush on Adam.
Adam acts like this huge fuckin’ idiot and I guess gets her to blow him in an empty classroom or something? And the-” “Blow him?!” Phil interrupted incredulously.
“Like, she gave him a blowjob?” “No, she flew him to Austria.
Yes, she gave him a blowjob, you dolt.
Don’t interrupt me.
” Nicole asserted.
“So, like, she does it, so I guess both of them are culpable, but if you ask me, a guy that uses a girl’s feelings for him to get some action is a grade-A asshole.
” “Yeah.
I mean yeah, obviously.
Totally agree.
” Phil blurted out with no hesitation.
In his head, he was still stuck on how Adam managed to convince Megan, the picture of innocence, to blow him.
“Yeah, you totally agree.
Except when the guy is related to you.
” Nicole added icily, sending a shiver up Phil’s spine.
“So anyway, I guess Adam tried to hit on some other chick the next week.
Megghead sees it and gets pissed, and it all became drama central.
Half the school probably knows what went down at this point.
” Phil raked his hands over his face in annoyance.
“God fuckin’ damn it.
” he mumbled.
“And lemme guess, it’s up to me to do something about this shit if they’re both on the council, huh?” “It’s a pretty open-and-shut case if you ask me.
” Nicole replied flatly.
“Boot him.
Give him the boot.
He needs to learn his lesson, and plus, council is no place for a boy that’s not going to respect women anyway.
” “I mean, I’m just learning about this shit now.
” Phil replied, still looking up at the ceiling.
“I can’t make a judgment call based on something I just heard.
I don’t want this turning into a gossip case where I accidentally turn the whole council against someone, especially if it was all a misunderstanding and Megan isn’t actually that mad or something.
” He noticed Nicole flaring up and held up a hand.
“Not saying she isn’t upset.
Just saying I wanna hear it from her.
” Nicole folded her arms.
“Fine, whatever, ask her.
” she huffed.
“She’ll say the same shit I’ve been saying this whole time.
Plus, I have, uh, friends that know Adam.
They say he kept doing this shit in junior high.
This isn’t the first time he’s straight-up manipulated a girl.
” “Shit, huh?” Phil didn’t know what to say, though he was surprised.
“The way he acts, you wouldn’t think he’s seen a girl before grade nine.
” Nicole shrugged with a disappointed expression.
“I think… you know what your instinct told you about Adam? I think you were right.
” “I told you.
” Phil replied, nodding.
“It’s why I told you to stay away from him.
You and him still friends?” Nicole shrugged.
“He’s just some guy.
I wouldn’t say we were ever ‘friends,’ per se.
” Phil didn’t respond, as he was too busy on his phone.
“There, just texted Megan to show up early before the council meeting.
” he told Nicole.
“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it by the book.
” “Okay.
I appreciate this, Phil.
” Nicole told him, exhausted.
“I’m glad you’re actually taking a stand for this shit.
I’m gonna go get some water.
Want anything?” Expecting him to give a simple answer, Nicole got up from the bed and started to walk out of the room.
Surprising even himself, Phil grabbed her by the waist as she walked past and locked lips with her.
He could feel Nicole’s body tense up, and almost felt guilty for a second, but then her body relaxed as she began to kiss him back.
After a few delicate and lengthy seconds, he pulled back.
“You.
” he answered her cheesily.
Nicole looked at him with sarcastic contempt, but couldn’t hide how her heart was racing.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Phil continued.
Nicole’s eyes narrowed as she continued to stare at him, then suddenly, she launched on him, giving him another lengthy kiss, one she initiated this time.
After a few more seconds, she let go.
“There’s your answer.
Now shut up.
” she replied as she walked out of the room.
Phil smiled to himself.
Things were falling into place.
There was nowhere to go but up from here.
*** Adam Watson was that type of jerk.
The first few times they met, Adam had managed to fool even Phil, but eventually, Phil saw right through him.
Adam was the kind of new kid who didn’t realize he wasn’t entitled to everything.
He was one of those guys that had a geeky charisma and obvious good looks, and pretended not to notice he had either.
But he definitely knew.
And he used those gifts to his fullest potential.
Dirty blond hair done up in a way that screamed ‘I’m indie but also kind of popular,’ a thin physique that was beginning to show potential from all those gym sessions he was doing, and eyes that could make any girl fall for him.
But those same girls would come to hate those eyes, and if Phil wished one thing, he wished he knew what girls were falling for them so Phil could tell those girls himself to stay the hell away.
Above all, Adam liked to pretend he didn’t know what he was doing, but it was oh-so-clear to Phil that Adam knew exactly what he was doing.
As much as Phil disliked Adam on a personal level, this was a political matter, and he promised himself he would do everything by the book.
True to his word, Phil met up with Megan and Matt Schneider (Megan brought her brother along for emotional support) right before the next Council meeting, where Adam would be, and got the whole story from them.
Megan was shy about talking about how she broke the school rules, but Matt’s fury helped fill in the gaps.
Megan was coerced, plain and simple.
It wasn’t her fault, and like a good leader, Phil understood that.
As soon as Adam entered the council room, everyone noticeably changed.
Phil couldn’t help but pause mid-sentence in his conversation with Jeff as he eyed Adam up and down.
Adam’s eyes went from one person to another and Phil tried as hard as he could to suppress his smile when it showed on Adam’s face that he was caught.
The consequences of his actions were coming back to haunt Adam Watson.
Phil savored this moment like a fine wine.
Once Adam sat down, Phil knew the inevitable was coming, and figured he’d save the council the anticipation.
“Alright, great, everyone’s here.
Thank you all for showing up.
Now, uh…” He paused, not quite knowing how to break this news to the group, even though every individual knew.
“Before we start, I just want to shed some light on some new developments.
I hate to bring public attention to this, but it’s important that we function as a team, and as efficiently as possible.
” He nodded to the room, feeling his presidential energy asserting on the council.
“Adam, we understand you’re having some personal conflicts with Megan Schneider.
” “Personal conflicts?!” Matt blurted out as he stood up.
“The guy made her blow him, made her feel like a sex object after, then was caught by her doing the same thing to another girl just a week later! This is my baby sister we’re talking about here!” Phil was fearing that.
Matt’s fury was a helpful ally at times but now was not one of them.
At the very least, now anyone who wasn’t aware of what was going on now knew.
Still, there was only one president in the room, and he had to be an objective voice of reason.
“Sit down, Matt.
” Phil replied with authority yet annoyance in his voice.
The thing Phil had feared became realized as he heard Adam clear his throat.
“Uh, Phil, could I please set things straight for the record?” Phil knew Adam would do this.
Find an opportunity to speak and then charm his way out of the situation.
Adam was a smooth-talker.
It’s how he got in this situation in the first place, and Phil knew the type well.
Like hell he was going to let Adam pull a fast one on him.
“I can’t let you do that, Adam.
If you want to work things out, work them out with her.
” Phil responded with authority, pointing at Megan.
Adam didn’t let up.
“But if you don’t let me explain, everyone here is going to judge us for things we didn’t do.
They’re going to make up stories, they’re going to think we did things we didn’t, and think we are people we aren’t!” If there was one thing Phil didn’t like, it was an aggressor playing victim.
“Alright then.
Great.
You want to have the facts?” He calmly walked over to the table where Adam was sitting and put both hands down on the table, leaning in.
Every council member - Nicole, Megan, Adam and otherwise - would now get to see that nobody fucks with Phil.
“Let’s start with how you were in a classroom after hours receiving oral sex.
Something both parties should know is against the rules!” Phil’s eyes went to Megan’s after that last sentence.
Just because she was a victim of Adam’s didn’t mean she wasn’t disrespecting the council too.
“Or how about how you didn’t check to make sure you knew what you were getting into.
Or making her feel used afterwards, without so much as a ‘sorry,’ even after you saw her upset.
Or not talking to her for a good solid week afterwards, not caring if she was still upset.
Just as long as Adam Watson got his blowjob…” Phil trailed off, proud of how badly he decimated Adam.
Surprisingly, Adam didn’t back down.
He got angry.
“At least I asked for her consent before doing anything with her, rather than just doing whatever I want to Nicole without even making sure she was okay with it first!” he yelled back, right in Phil’s face.
Phil’s right eye twitched as he processed the information.
He couldn’t even focus enough to hear the gasps in the room.
Adam knew about him and Nicole…? Worse, he accused Phil of doing something to Nicole without her consent.
First of all, and Adam didn’t know this, that was a bad look for a son of the Love family, given Nicole’s history with his brother.
Secondly… it was something Phil himself always felt paranoid about.
He was kind of clumsy with Nicole and didn’t know what she wanted, and figured assertiveness was what she craved from a guy.
She always seemed to like it, but there was always this voice in the back of Phil’s head telling him she actually disliked it, and disliked him too.
And today that voice had a name.
Adam Watson.
“Yeah, I know about that.
” Adam boldly continued.
“I know all about how even though Mr.
President is talking up quite a storm, he still can’t handle it when he doesn’t get what he wants, so he takes it, whether or not she’s okay or even comfortable with it.
” Adam was trying to reverse the roles, and instill doubt in the President.
Doubt from others, or from Phil himself.
And on the Phil front, it was working.
Phil’s face was frozen in anger, but behind the expression, where no one could see, he was terrified.
Not of Adam, of his own self.
Did Nicole say something to Adam? Did he witness their first kiss? How did the worst possible person to know, the school’s newest girl-manipulator, get a hold on both this info and Phil’s biggest insecurity? Phil felt himself lean back, then painfully tore his eyes away from Adam, not able to face anything but the floor.
He knew he had to speak, and the longer he stayed silent, the more true Adam’s lies would seem.
“I-” “What a load of crap!” came the furious voice of Nicole Baker, who stood up from her seat.
Her eyes held fury, but then she looked at Phil, and with her eyes alone, told him one thing - it’s okay.
Phil almost physically collapsed with relief as she continued.
“Phil didn’t even need my consent.
I was practically begging for it.
This fucking dweeb here must have seen us and is now just twisting the facts.
” Phil felt like he’d ascended to heaven.
Nicole was confirming she wanted it.
He could never bring himself to ask her if what he did was okay, so hearing this confirmation was gratifying, validating, and ego-boosting, all in one.
“So you and Phil are a thing?” Jeff asked from the back.
His tone sounded neutral to anyone but Phil, who knew Jeff disapproved of their coupling.
Phil concealed a smirk.
“Fuckin’A we are, Jeff.
” Nicole replied, fist-bumping him.
And now, the retaliation had failed.
Sure enough, all eyes returned to Adam, though oddly, Phil couldn’t find the energy to speak.
He was too busy thinking.
Everyone else was riled up from the failed takedown of Phil, and spoke for him.
“So what do we do with this fuckin’ liar?” Jeff asked.
“Why don’t we just, like, boot him out?” Natalie, the representative for the school dances, suggested.
“He yelled in Phil’s face.
Highly unprofessional for someone who represents the school.
” Eli, the treasurer, added.
“I’m cool with kickin’ him out.
” Jeff piped up again.
“As long as we’re all in agreement.
” Nicole added, her tone menacing enough to slay the Gorgon.
“No.
We’re not.
” Phil realized that was his own voice speaking up.
Everyone turned to face him.
Something, something deep inside Phil, compelled him to advocate for Adam.
Maybe it was his deeply held belief that everyone bad could be rehabilitated, maybe it was the fact that he could see a powerful ally in Adam if only he won him over.
Phil wasn’t entirely sure.
He only knew that it felt right to do this.
“Yeah, he did some bad things, but that’s only strike one.
He was still voted by the school to be here, and I say we give him one more chance to clean up his act.
” To the best of his ability, Phil tried to give Adam some private advice with his eyes.
I know what you did.
I know who you are.
Shape up and become a better person.
Adam met his eyes, and Phil could swear he saw a response, something to the tune of, ‘Okay.
I will.
’ In the moment they had an understanding.
Phil had caught Adam red-handed and figured out his true personality, and had told Adam to change.
The rest was up to Adam himself.
Jeff interjected.
“I don’t think-” “This isn’t up for debate.
” Phil did not want to ruin the perfect opportunity he had to make Adam a good person again.
“Just this once, this isn’t a democracy, because all of you would just vote him out.
But I want to give him a second chance.
Student Council is about improving the school.
It’s not about preserving the good kids, it’s about changing the bad.
Adam is staying.
Just this once, as President I’m gonna make that an order, not a vote.
” Phil gazed towards Nicole, whose facial expression sat somewhere between fearful and baffled.
Nevertheless, he continued.
“And no one is to treat Adam badly in or out of council meetings for this.
But Adam here is going to clean up his fucking act, and come back next week proving to us all why I wanted to keep him.
Isn’t that right, Adam?” By the end of Phil’s speech, Nicole was giving him a small smile.
She seemed… proud of him.
She knew in that moment she could trust him.
He could barely hear Adam’s “Yes, Mr.
President,” but was satisfied he got one.
With a sigh, Phil moved back up to the front of the room.
“Great.
As I was saying, Adam and Megan won’t be working together for the rest of the year.
Blah blah fucking blah.
We won’t discuss this point again.
Moving on, Mack, Tina, do you have the reports for the extracurricular attendance?” No one said anything.
They still appeared to be in shock about everything that took place.
“Guys.
” Phil clapped loudly to regain everyone’s attention.
“We’re still a council here.
We’re still a team, right? Fuck the drama, fuck the bullshit, we’re above that.
Let’s get some fucking stuff done and be the best damn council we can be.
” Nicole’s smile wasn’t small, or reserved, as she looked at Phil now.
*** “Man, vector quantities are some bullshit.
” Jeff grumbled under his breath.
“Shoulda taken precalc, bro.
” Phil whispered back, not turning away from his work.
Cautiously, he gazed up to see Mr.
Graves working at his desk, looming over the room.
“I wish we got Sigorsky instead though.
” Jeff joined his friend in peering at the teacher.
“Yeah, Graves is fuckin’ scary.
” he agreed.
“I can’t wait to get out of here.
” “Got a party to plan or something?” Phil replied slyly, grinning at his friend.
“Speaking of, motherfucker, are you down or not?” Jeff impatiently asked him.
“Everyone else told me they were coming like a fucking week ago.
It’s literally today.
” “I’m not much of a party guy.
” Phil almost whined.
“Unless it’s your own.
” “Unless it’s my own.
” he agreed.
“Look, I’ll let you know by the end of the day, okay? I gotta see if I got plans or not.
” “It’s fuckin’ Nicole again, isn’t it?” Jeff asked exasperatedly.
“I warned you she’d be like this.
She has you wrapped around her-” “Mr.
Graves, could you tell Jeff to stop talking please? I’m trying to focus on my work.
” Phil interrupted him obnoxiously, addressing the teacher.
Mr.
Graves looked up from his desk.
“Jeff, stop distracting the other students.
I’m sure you have more important things to do, unless you mean to tell me you’re already done.
” Jeff obediently didn’t respond, but gave Phil a death glare as he resumed his work.
Around ten minutes later, the bell rang and the students immediately started packing up as Mr.
Graves went over how important it was to keep working at home.
“Not cool.
” Jeff grunted to Phil as he slung his bag over his back.
“I told you before.
” Phil coolly responded.
“Nicole is important to me.
Accept it.
I’ll let you know by the end of the day, alright?” “The party is literally today.
” Jeff rebutted.
“The end of the school day.
” Phil clarified, whipping out his phone and texting Nicole.
Hey princess
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