I watched from afar as she smiled, talking to her group of giggling friends, running her hand through her hair at times and once in every turn she would lock her hazel gaze with mine. I tried smiling at her but I failed at it. Sometimes she would throw the ball up in the air and when she jumped to reach it, I scanned my view over to her ass. I whistled out air everytime.

Who is she? She’s the school’s captain of volleyball team and a superstar in this school. Always surrounded by wannabes, a swarming bunch of jocks and her giggling girlfriends.

Who am I? I am the school rebel. My circle of friends exceeds no more than Zacky and Jimmy. We were the dream team of smoking pot behind the gym building, skipping classes just to hide inside the bushes where we would talk about music and stuff like that. The three of us had been recognized well by the teachers here with the name ‘Three Little Devils.’

I didn’t agree on the ‘little’ part though. Come on, we’re manly as fuck!

Thank God we were at our final year in this God forsaken school and I couldn’t wait to get out of here and concentrate on our band full time.

I caught her looking at me again. I can sense that she wants me just like the way I want her but why does she has to be so fucking popular and wanted by these assholes? Well, I’m no exception. She is one fine babe, I’d tell you that. Her dark brown hair matched perfectly with her hazel eyes building up this arousing tension in me. Whenever she turns, she did it with her back arched, her breasts would swell forward and my gaze would never leave that area.

“Looky here, if it isn’t the emo kid!”

I jerked my head around and saw Lewis, the biggest a-hole this school has, was standing behind me – escorted by his group of a-hole friends. Shit, where are Zacky and Jimmy?

“Fuck off, bozo.” I scoffed at him and continued to gaze at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

“Ouhh..the freak has spoken! Where’s your group of freak friends, huh Sandy?”

I glared at him, piercing my black eyelinered eyes sharp into his gaze before turning back to watch her play volleyball. Me, Zacky and Jimmy had always been the black sheep among the people that go to school here. It was probably because we wear metal band tees with cut off sleeves, revealing tattoos on our shoulders, with snakebites on our lips and nose rings, we pretty much looked like criminals. Lewis said nothing more after that but suddenly he grabbed the collar of my tshirt and tried to bring me upwards. I’m bigger than him so he couldn’t lift me an inch.

“You think you’re so tough you can look at her like that? What gave you the right to do that, freak?”

I smirked, can’t believe this guy was actually jealous of seeing me staring at her. It was my fucking routine, especially during gym class. I didn’t answer him, and just let him do his thing, throwing his temper at me as long as he didn’t push my button.

“Lewis! Stop it!”

We both turned around and found her, the girl I wanted to have so much but know that I can’t – standing there, with her hands on her hips.

“Shut up, cunt! He’s staring at your ass. I’m gonna teach him a lesson!”

I growled when he called her that. The fuck is his problem with me? She went closer to us and tried to pull his hand away from me, but fall short miserably.

“Lewis, I said stop it! Leave him alone!”

“You’re defending this freak, Denise?”

This asshole pushed her away until she was splayed across the floor. That was when I realized that he had pushed my button. I was agitated, so I grabbed his hand that grabbed my collar, and pushed him upwards. He lifted a few feet from the ground. His group of friends scattered around in chaos.

“You son of a bitch!”

Easily I pushed him against the wall and punch the shit out of his stomach. My adrenaline was raging and rising. The gym hall was buzzing with loud noises and screams, I couldn’t tell anymore. My eyes are full of anger from seeing her being pushed away like that. I don’t even know why.

“Matt! Matt! Stop!”

A familiar voice reached my ears and I stopped abruptly from punching his face. Jimmy and Zacky were by my sides, holding me back. I looked back at Lewis. He spat on me and mouthed “freak” before he ran out of the hall, holding his stomach.

“Dude, we’ve gone missing just for a few minutes and your temper is rising already?”

“Yeah man, luckily Mr Turner isn’t here. Or it will be the end of you.”

“Good. I can’t wait to get out of this fucking hell pit.”

I scowled at Zacky and pushed them out of my way to get out of there. I need my dose of cigarette. Finding our usual spot to hide away and light up my Pall Mall that I stole from dad, my thoughts raked deeply about my actions earlier. I don’t know why I got so furious at Lewis. I mean, he bullied us all the fucking time. I would mostly ignore and tried to not rage out on him. But today, I lost control.

Seeing her fall flat on the floor making me hurt too. I don’t know what kind of feeling this is. I mean, she’s hot. She’s beautiful, her long dark brown hair was always tied up to a high ponytail, revealing her exotic half Mexican and half Indian descent face. I wouldn’t mind ran my mouth all over her tan skin and make her feel good against me. But I can swear that nothing I do interests her in any way. I bet she doesn’t know who Pantera is, who the fuck is Slayer, or Led Zeppelin, or Dimebag Darrell, even. I bet she just listened to pop boy bands music or Britney Spears or something.

“There he is, I told you he’s gonna be here.”

I looked up, my eyes squinting a bit, trying to block the sun away from my view. Zacky and Jimmy quickly sat down beside me and bumped my cigarette.

“You need to learn anger management, dude.” Jimmy said wisely, while pushing the rim of his glasses.

“Have you actually seen me beat up a kid, Jimmy?”

Jimmy shook his head in sigh and motioned for me to light his cigarette up.

As I lit the tip in front of his mouth, suddenly came running towards us - a new guy. Not from my class but I haven’t seen him around before so I assumed he was new. His hair was jet black and combed messy to the side. I think he might have combed them using only his fingers. He’s tall. But no taller than me and Jimmy. But he would definitely tower over Zacky. We watched as he ran out of his way towards us – most likely to Jimmy. How did he find us?

“Jim! Your kimono’s on fire.”

Jimmy stood up abruptly. His ravaged spiky hair stood up too, like he was electrocuted. Nah, I exaggerated on that. He always had that electric spike hairstyle for months.

“What the fuck? Who burned it?”

“Your ‘favorite’ teacher.”

“Donovan? Oh he’ll pay for this. He’ll fucking pay for this!”

Jimmy was about to go and beat the history teacher also known as ‘the disciplinary douchebag’ to a pulp when that new guy held him back, easily with his quite muscular arm. I caught a glimpse of tattoo underneath the sleeve of his Metallica tshirt.

“Relax dude. There’s no use beating a teacher. You’ll end up in juvie.”

“Yeah Jim. Sit down, we’ll think about this.”

Jimmy was angry, I can tell. But nevertheless he sat back down with curse mumbles under his breath.

“Anyway, I’m Brian Haner. What’s yours?” the new guy followed suit and sat in front of us holding out an arm. I noticed his left hand kept playing with a black guitar pick as if he was flipping a coin across his fingers.

Me and Zacky exchanged glances. I took his hand first. “I'm Matt. This is Zacky. Is your dad the guitar guy? That Brian Haner?”

“The same person that gave me this fucking lame ass name.” he answered lazily while pulling out his own pack of Marlboro and started lighting one up.

Both me and Zacky laughed and knew exactly right then that we were gonna be buddies with this guy.

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“There it is. The blue one.”

Jimmy whispered right next my ears. I studied at his direction. “Blue Cavalier?”

“Which fucking else, there’s only one blue there!”

“Shit, lower your voice Jimmy!”

Jimmy covered his mouth with one hand and looked around. The school ground was empty at the time because everybody was in class and yet the four of us were here, behind the bushes – eyeing a car from afar. Me, Jimmy and Zacky skipped classes all the time but now we’d dragged along this new guy with us.

“Alright, who’s gonna do it?”

We looked at Jimmy in utter shock and disbelief. “You’re the one holding a grudge against him. You do it.” Brian scoffed quietly at him.

“I can’t. I’m too tall. Someone will spot me even from the third floor. Brian, you do it. You’re my best friend since sixth grade aren’t you?”

“Hey wait a minute. I thought I’m your best friend?” Seriously, Jim? I’m hurt. A little.

“You’re my best friend too, Matt. So you wanna do it?”

“You can only have one best friend, Jimmy.” Brian cut in even before I could answer Jimmy.

“Shit. Let me do it!”

Suddenly Zacky stood up straight and I can sense that he was annoyed by our ‘best friend’ argument. I pulled his hand and he crouched back down.

“Zacky don’t. You’re already on police record.”

“Really? What did you do?” Brian showed an interest. Jeez, being around a new kid means I have to explain everything back don’t I?

“Playing loud music in a private neighborhood.”

“How did he do that?”

“He was riding Jimmy’s laundry truck and put on his amp on full blast and distortion gain at full 10. He shredded his guitar and he was really high on weed.”

“You play guitar too?” Now Brian was giving Zacky his full attention.

“Just messing around.” Zacky shrugged, trying to be humble. But his smirk said it all.

“Cool, we should totally jam.”

“Aha, we’re actually building a band together. The three of us, Matt’s on vocal and Jim’s on drum.”

“Really? So when’s the next gig?”

“When Matt’s dad gone to town. We play gigs in his garage.”

Brian laughed and nodded. But then Jimmy suddenly snapped.

“Are we going to talk about band’s development now or what?”

“Oh shit, sorry Jim. So who’s gonna do it?”

We looked at each other. I rolled my eyes and dug out the key of my truck from my pocket. “I’ll do it.”

I ran over to the car crouching down, making sure I wasn’t seen by anyone. I can still hear their voices giving me encouragement to do this little sin. As I reach to Mr Donovan’s car, I scratched the hell out of its body with a little artwork of mine. I don’t know why the hell, but I drew a picture of a girl.

A girl I know.

I quickly brushed that image off my mind, drew Donovan’s face and wrote something offensive instead. The car is now ruined, I hope Jimmy’s happy.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

I stood up too quickly that I dropped my keys. Stood in front of me, the person I wanted to talk to the most. The girl that I drew on the car earlier. Denise Aguilar. Someone that I can never have.

“Are you…ruining Mr Donovan’s car?”

I glanced at the scratches on the car body and back at her. Her hazel eyes caught mine easily. I didn’t know what to answer. I’ve never been this close to her. She smelled so fucking good.

“What does it look like?” I scoffed, and turned away coldly. I can’t believe I just switched to my rebel attitude in front of her.

“Hey, you could get in trouble for this!” she shouted and I hastily went over and cupped her mouth with one hand. My other hand accidentally circled around her waist as her body pressed to mine. I can feel the bump of her breasts against my lower chest. Good God I’m turned on. Her eyes widened but her arms remained by her side, not struggling. I caught a glimpse of a wording tattoo on her collarbone and it made me think a lot.

“Don’t tell anyone about this.” my tone sounded threatening though I didn’t mean to.

She nodded slowly and I let her go. My heart was beating hard inside my chest as I picked my keys from the ground, ran back into the bushes and saw Jimmy was already on his feet, getting ready to run. Zacky and Brian had gone first I guess, because they weren’t there.

I looked back at her once again, she gave me a reluctant look and I hesitated.

“Dude, what are you waiting for? Run!”

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This new guy never failed to impress me. We were running from school, from Denise, and ended up at the liquor store. Brian stole two six pack beers with Jimmy being the distraction and then we ran like hell. We drank and watched the sunset at the beach and the next thing I knew I was stuck in a game of truth and dare, with an empty beer can pointed out to me.

“Truth or dare, Matty?” Brian hiccuped. He smirked and landed his chin on his palms.

“Dare.”

“Why, afraid that we will know your secret?”

“Fuck no. I’m an open book.”

“Really, Matt? Then tell me. Do you have a crush on Denise?”

I raised my eyebrows at Zacky. He slurred with his eyes half opened and a crooked smile patched on his face.

“What? I did not!”

“You did not? Oh so now you do?”

I was caught up in my own words. They were all eyeing me with evil eyes and I swear to God I’m going to punch the hell out of them soon.

“Didn’t I choose dare earlier? I didn’t choose truth, did I?” I said with a strictly tone, only to make them laughed drunkenly at me.

“Okay then. I dare you to…pierce your nipples.”

“What?”

“You heard me. It can’t be that you’re scared of needle, you’re covered in tats!”

Damn Brian and his dare. Why didn’t the fucking beer can pointed out to Jimmy or Zacky so I can watch Brian torment them happily.

“I don’t wanna play this game.”

They groaned at me. “Are you being a pussy now? You’re a big guy Matt. Can’t you handle a little sting?”

“Dude! It’s on my fucking nipple! Why would I want to do that?!”

“You’ll get easily turned on, trust me.”

I raised my eyebrows. Even Jimmy was into this? “How would you know, Reverend?”

Jimmy smirked. “I just know. Now fucking do it or we’ll tell Denise your fucking secret.”

I snorted out a laugh. “What secret? I don’t have a secret!”

“You wanted her ever since the first time you saw her. You watched her every game, every practice and you, my Matty, even wrote a song for her!”

I widened my eyes at Jimmy. How did he know this? I never revealed that song to anyone! Brian and Zacky let out a chorus ‘ooooh’ and I was fucking speechless.

“Your hazel green tint eyes watching, every moooove I made…”

Oh shit! When he started singing I kicked him lightly on his arm, making him shut up. But he didn’t, he just continued singing.

“Alright alright! I’ll do it! Son of a bitch.”

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Here we are. The sun has drowned at the west coast of the beach and the roads were now dimly lit by the street lamps. We've arrived at the tattoo and piercing parlor just around the corner from Bayview Avenue, where we played out truth and dare game earlier. I got my first sleeve tattoos here so I suggested we go here. Looking at this parlor I remembered Denise’s tattoos earlier. What did it say? I can’t look at it properly.

"Eager to have your first piercing, Matt?"

I sneered over at Jimmy. He was still holding on to his beer can while his arm draped over Brian's shoulder.

"I've had piercings before. Shut up."

"Ear piercings doesn't count. My sister has that too."

I ignored their laughter and just walked into the parlor alone. Metallica’s Master of Puppets blared through the speaker, and the first thing I saw was a girl, bent over the counter, looking for something. She sang softly to the song while her ass was sticking out to me. I whistled accidentally. She jumped and turned around.

“Matt?!”

I was astounded. Bewildered at the sight in front of me. How the hell did she ended up here? And she knows my name? I thought I was the freak that everybody ignored.

“Denise..?”

She smiled nervously as my eyes traveled up and down to her body. She was wearing nothing close to what she wore at school. Her black tank top showed a Rolling Stones tongue symbol, she wore it with a plaid red and black short skirt with black leggings and a pair of leather boots. She looked like someone else, totally.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“Why are you here?” I spat back. Damn I can’t control my adrenaline.

She walked around towards behind the counter with her back teasingly arched.

“This shop belongs to my brother in law. He asked me to look after it while he went to LA, picking up inks.”

I blinked hard. I’ve been coming in and out of this parlor but I never saw her. “Rhett is your brother in law?”

She nodded and bit her lip. “So, are you gonna tell me why are you here?”

Shit now I feel so embarrassed. I don’t want her to know that I’m here to –

“Matt! Come on! Get your nipples fucking pierced already!”

Brian jerked in between doors and shouted randomly before pulling his head back out. I shut my eyes in utter embarrassment. I heard she laughed softly and I immediately looked for her gaze.

“Come with me.” She said, and I just followed like a dog behind her.



She brought me into the piercing room and I can already see the needles and gun that she was gonna use and by the way she was handling it, I can tell that she was accustomed to this. Who was the popular girl at school? This girl was completely different.
“Sit down.” She ordered. I obeyed, not saying anything.

“Is this somekind of truth and dare thing?” she asked while putting on gloves on both hands.

“Sort of.”

“What was the catch?”

“Catch?”

“Yeah, like, if you bail on this, what will they do to you?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. How could I ever tell her that? It revolves around her. I didn’t answer, instead my eyes wandered to the tattoo on her collarbone, which I caught a glimpse of earlier this afternoon and now it splayed clearly in front of me.

A lesson learned in life, known from the dawn of time.

My eyes opened wide as I read on that tattoo. Wow, now I’m even more impressed with her. I thought she was the type to never listen to metal or rock but here she was, wearing a Rolling Stones tee and a Pantera lyric inked on her skin. I smiled slightly, feeling lucky that I have a crush on the right girl.

“Take off your shirt, please.” She said suddenly while preparing the gun and the ring that was going through my nipple later.

I grabbed the collar of my tshirt and pulled it upwards. I saw her drinking all over my body with her eyebrows raised. I can’t help but smile a little.

“Nice tats. Rhett’s work?”

“Yup.”

She ran her gloved fingers lightly on my shoulder, down to my bicep, admiring my tattoos. Was this the same Denise that I have a crush on at school? Speaking of school -

“Listen, about Donovan’s car earlier,”

“Don’t worry about it. I won’t tell anyone.”

I stared at her, looking for trust. “How can I be sure?”

She smiled. “Because I kind of added a little something on it too after you left.”

“What? You did? What did you add?”

“His mustache. You forgot his infamous mustache.”

I broke into laughter and she did too. We laughed long and I swore I wanted to just kiss the hell out of this girl. But I didn’t, because well, she is still Denise Aguilar – the most popular girl in school and I am still Matt – the emo kid.

When we both gradually stopped laughing, we stared into each other’s eyes mindlessly. Her gloved fingertips started to brush against my stomach and traveled her way up to my nipple. She rubbed on it teasingly, and oh God it felt so fucking good. I swore I can see my dick bulged from under my lashes.

“Matt, can I show you a secret?” she whispered, her face leaned closer to me.

I frowned at her, and nodded hesitantly. She bit her lip, took her hands off my chest and started to grab the hem of her tank top. She pulled it upwards until it revealed her naked - fucking naked breasts that held a nipple ring on each. My eyes blobbed, opened wide at the sight of her slightly dark colored nipples. I stared long enough until she spoke;

“Go ahead, you can touch them.”

What the fuck. I can touch them? Not that I’m a virgin, but this is Denise! I have a huge crush on her. Slowly, but eagerly I touched her soft breasts and it felt like heaven in my palms. I kneaded in slow circular motion while my thumbs playing with her nipple rings. She moaned softly and I saw her eyes were closed tight. I turned from just touching to squeezing hard and she didn’t fight. She even bit her lip and that was when I lost control. I pulled her closer to me and caught her mouth hungrily. She opened access immediately while her hands moved from holding the hem of her tshirt to around my neck. When our tongues met and fought for possession inside her mouth she climbed on top of me. She pulled away just enough to yank herself out of her top.

Now, me and her – shirtless. I landed my mouth on her nipple and sucked it hard. My tongue played with her ring and she moaned again as I tugged it lightly. She started to grind her hips on my bulging dick and oh yeah, she wants the D. Her hands - still covered in gloves – fumbled with my belt buckle and finally unzipped my pants. She dug into it and brought out a hard wood of mine.

“You’re so big.” She complimented while her grip was rising up and down my length. I smirked, of course. It’s my famous fucking horse dick.

“I wanted to have you ever since the first time I saw you Denise.” I whimpered as she continued to stroke me.
She kissed me hard and pulled away again. “The feeling is mutual, Matt.”

I knew it. I knew she wanted me too. I hoisted up her skirt, and she was being helpful by pushing her panty out of the way and slid herself in, on top of me.

“God, you’re so tight.”

She placed her hands on my shoulders and started riding. Her hips grinding slowly at first, but I held her ass steadily and she let me do all the work. With pleasure, I thrust in and out of her from underneath, her breasts swayed in front of my face so I bit one of her nipple ring and tugged hard. She screamed aloud. My thrusting gone faster and harder, she rode me like hell and the squeaking noise from this chair didn’t help either.

“Oh God, oh, oh oh!!”

“Baby I’m cu-”

With a large slam I stiffed, spilling my load inside her. I looked for her eyes, she was high and smiling at me.
“That was amazing, Matty.” She kissed me hard and pulled my arms away from her ass, onto her breasts. I squeezed again and again while her hips still grinding sweetly with me still inside her.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?”

Both of us yelped and jumped, scattered to find our clothes back and when I finally pulled on my pants I saw Rhett, a guy covered in tattoo, was standing in the doorway, and staring at us angrily.

“Rhett! I can explain!”

“Matt? You’re fucking my sister in law?”

I glanced at Denise. She was presentable enough with her tank top back on.

“Rhett, Matt is my boyfriend. Stop being so protective about it!”

What? I’m her boyfriend now? Uh, I guess. Since we’ve fucked each other good earlier…

“Oh really? If that’s the case. Go on then. Fuck away. I built this place just for you to have your casual fuck here.”

I scratched my head. “Look, man. I was here to get my nipple pierced. I didn’t know she’s your sister in law. Things got - ” I looked at her, who blushed and turned away from my gaze. “- really out of control. I can’t help myself. She’s so fucking beautiful. I’m sorry we used your place man.”

She gazed up to me and smiled sweetly.

“God I hope you used protection.”

I stood up straight. Oh fuck. We didn’t. She looked back at me, her expression shock and scared.

“You said you wanna get your nipple pierced? Sit down. I’ll do the piercing. Denise, get out of here. I don’t want you to distract me or even him.” Rhett walked around us casually, not noticing the change in our expressions.

She went away reluctantly, while her eyes still locking into mine. Rhett was preparing the tools as if he wanted to kill me.


Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. This is going to be one hell of a pain to endure.

Notes

A/N: Heyy there @Avenged_sevenfold_aguilar32!! Finally your one shot is done! Sooo sorry for the lateness! I was bummed over this story because I have writer’s block at this point but I finished it!! I hope you like it! XD