Only bad girls will get good grades

Freddy Pov.
(Idea was suggested by real Freddy.)

It's the 7th period now an I'm fucking stressed as hell. To add onto the whole hiding from Ris shit, Zander doesn't really want to be together anymore. I told him it was alright, even if it's not exactly what my hearts saying. But I digress, I've got worse things to worry about.

Hiding this shit is harder than I thought. Ris Knows me too fucking well so I'm guessing she's figured out by now that I'm hiding something from her.

This is study hall, I don't really wanna be in here anymore. I sneak out the classroom without being noticed like the sly fuck I am. Nows the question of what I'm gonna do with this spare time.

What to do, what to do.

I could go to the art room, but that would make me think of Ris.

I could just hang in a janitors closet to just sit and think out shit, which is probably what Ris is doing or was doing when she had spare time.

God, stop thinking about it, idiot.

I walk past a few classes before reaching a janitors closet that was in a slightly empty hall. As I open the door, I hear a gasp from inside. But seeing this did shock me as much as it almost annoyed me that I can't escape this stupid thing.

But I couldn't help but show sympathy at the sad 18 year old sitting down on the ground, trying to keep a glare pointed at me but failing inevitably.

Questions started swirling around in m head but one blared out loudly.
What happened to him?

It almost like I had to know the answer to this question. Almost like I cared. Maybe I do care, I don't really know anymore.

So I do something that surprises him, he'll even surprises me. I don't think I've ever seen him look so innocent or pitiful in my life. It's almost like my loneliness inside is portrayed into him.
I sit down next to him and ask two measly words.

"What's wrong?" My voice sounds calm and caring. He looks up at me in confusion.
" why would you care?" He asks, turning his head away from me. I grab his chin with two fingers, pulling James eyes towards mine without thinking about it.

When his brown glossy eyes reach mine, I feel shocked and just plain ignorant. How did I never notice how stunning his eyes are. I guess I had to be in a closer range to see the beautiful designs of gold and hazel intermingling inside the intoxicating circles.

"It's just- Brock rejected me" he says, sounding embarrassed. "He said I was just a good fuck" he looks down to his lap. From his pitiful looks I can't even ever imagine him as a mean person. He seems like a sad looking little boy. I put my hand on his back, rubbing up and down In a soothing way.

"There are so many better people than that dick." I say with a soft voice. He looks up his brown hair covering his eyes slightly.

"I feel bad about Ris." He says. I almost chuckle at that statement seeing as she did the same to him.

"Don't be. Ris doesn't give a shit about it anyway" I state, keeping my voice calm. He smiles lightly for almost a second before it falls with his shoulders.

"She's a good person. I don't even know why she agreed to date me. I don't even know why I asked her."

" she is a good person. I don't know why either, you were a dick." I see hurt flash through his eyes " but it doesn't mean you can't change. You seem like your actually nice when your not putting on that big and bad act."

"Really?" He asks, hope evident in his voice. His brown eyes are staring straight into mine, hope blossoming in them aswell. I nod, keeping my gaze at his eyes.

I don't know what comes over me past this point.

"Ya know, you have lovely eyes" I mutter with a soft voice that is laced with shyness. I lean in slightly, seeing him do the same.

If you told me three days ago that I would be kissing James Howell, I'd ask what drugs you were on.

But now I'm doing just that, and damn am I enjoying it. I put my hand on his cheek, deepening the kiss at a slow pace. He turns his body towards me, slightly pushing me so my back is against a clear piece of wall. He puts his hand on my side and I put mine on his hip.
He opens my mouth with his tongue, sliding his into my mouth and intertwines it with mine. He wins his dominance pulling me down lower so I'm laid on the floor.

He has this strange taste. It's almost like starbursts and Mountain Dew. I feel something down there poke me on my stomach. He's got a hard on. Thinking of that, I peak down with my eyes to realize I have the same. I smirk with an idea.

My hand slithers down his body to his hard. I grip it tightly, making him moan into my mouth before attacking me harder.

He reaches down and decides to unbutton my jeans and slipping his hand through the hole on my boxers slowly stroking my dick. (AN you know how awkward it is to write that one line?)
This would have been nice, if I didn't see the door open, revealing a girl who looked scene with poofy black hair and a botdf shirt on.

Holy fucking shit.

I push James off me, buttoning my pants up and standing to face the girl. She has a shocked expression, but I can see a hidden sneakiness in it.

"This isn't what it-"

"You were about to fuck James Howell, aka Clarissa Jackson's boyfriend. And I also know that you are her best friend." She says, a smirk growing on her face. My eyes widen in realization of how conniving this chick might be. I feel James stand behind me. I look back to see a slightly dazed worried expression on his face.

"I wonder what she would say if I told her this?" She says, jokingly putting a finger on her chin. I glare at her, feeling angry. She begins to skip away as she says "Why don't we find out"

"She won't care!" James yells out.

"We'll see about that" she says,before stepping into a classroom.

And then it hits me.

I just made out with James.

And I would've gone farther.

And that chick is gonna tell Clarissa.

Holy shit I just almost fucked James.

And man was it great.

Notes

I may have lied a bit when I said I would post it in an hour or so... SOORRRRRRRYYYYY
But OOOOOOOH FREDDY GETTIN DA BOOTY