Monday, lunchtime

     As Arun shook his head in disapproval over Frey's recent actions, the other boy simply smirked daringly and turned him his back, showing Hendrik a picture of his latest one-night-stand last Saturday.

They had both been a bit drunk, but other than Frey, the girl wasn't capable of judging her actions fairly. She was too far from sober to make any call at all.

Frey might've taken advantage of her for that.

But with Sparkl's pool of available hot girls quickly running dry, he needed some action, and the girl had been all too willing to please him.

"By the looks of her, she seems shy, but that mouth though..." Frey whistled in appreciation, clearly remembering what the girl was capable of with her mouth, other then talking and decent kissing.

"So, how do you do it, Frey?" Hendrik asked with a slightly nervous chuckle, both jealousy and disapproval flashing in the boy's eyes.

Disapproval was something Frey evidently found in other's people eyes whenever he, or his actions, were the subject of a conversation.

Frey liked to think it was jealousy, but he knew better.

His actions were far from decent, or courtly. They were far from acceptable.

He had used plenty of girls for his own pleasure. So many, he lost count.

Half of those girls hated his guts, half of them still admired him whenever he released some charms at them.

But for them to really admire him, falling for his seductions, they needed to have alcohol running through their veins.

But whenever they did, Frey found himself too charming to resist, and his success proved him right.

Whenever he tried, and played his cards well, they would only see his good sides, as little as there were good sides to him.

Frey could be funny, and girls sure liked it about the boy. But he was funny only on good days.

He was intelligent, though he simply refused to use his brains for educational purpose, rather using it to lure girls into bed, make money, or getting back at people who fucked him over.

As long as people left Frey alone, he left them alone.

Except for hot girls; Frey would always try to fool around with hot girls.

It sounded superficial, even to Frey when he thought about it. But what could he say? It was superficial.

But Frey surely didn't need to sweep a girl off her feet, get into a serious relationship or build a future with someone. He wasn't going to get married, and sure as hell wasn't going to raise any kids.

He wasn't the romantic type of person who'd take girls out on dates to spoil them. If any, he would only take a really hot girl out on a date to get into her pants later.

He didn't buy them presents for any other reason either.

And he surely would never serve them breakfast, for the simple reason Frey would never take them home whenever his mother would be there to see them.

That would mean a crossfire of questions about the girl, and the possibility of him dating her. Mom would probably ground him for life whenever she found out about his ways with girls.

Frey usually resolved in taking girls to their own houses, so he could sneak out early in the morning to prevent having to meet any of the parents.

If that didn't work, he could always go to his father's apartment down-town, as he was usually in club Ketch-Up from Wednesday to Saturday—in the evening that is.

"Really, tell me how," Hendrik pressed Frey to give him an answer, nudging the boy with a curious look in his eyes.

"It's pretty simple, Hendrik," Frey slapped the other boy's shoulder proudly. "Tell them everything they want to hear. From how beautiful she is, to how you caught her in the midst of a crowd and you couldn't resist them. How they shine, how their laugh is like music to your ears. How you drown in their eyes..." Frey's head dreamily tipped to the left a bit, thinking about all the girls that fell for the oldest tricks in the book. "And never, ever come up with a cheesy one-liner to start a conversation."

"Isn't it cliché to tell girls all those things?" Hendrik rolled his eyes, right before the two found Frey's latest fling walking into the lunchroom with her head slightly bend forward insecurely.

Michelle wasn't a shy girl, Fey knew that now. She was anything but shy in bed, and more so she wasn't shy when she drank alcoholic drinks and allowed Frey to kiss her in the club, amongst the crowd.

She had been all too willing to go to his father's apartment after he poured her free drink after free drink while working a shift. By the time his shift ended and he could up his number of drinks an hour, she had already been giggly and clingy. It was a great advantage to work in a club that was owned by his father. It provided Frey in more than enough alcohol to get girls tipsy enough to go home with him.

He always made sure to ask them if it was okay, every step he took. Kissing? Ask permission. Touching? Ask permission. Taking them home to rock their world? Definitely ask permission.

And make sure the girl would at least enjoy the one-night-stand.

First of all, Frey didn't want anyone to go around and call him a rapist, or whatever they might come up with. So, he always made sure they were still sober enough to at least remember everything; including him asking them if it was okay.

Secondly, if they'd enjoy their night with Frey, it was less likely for them to go around and spew hatred around about him after he dumped them.

Frey shrugged his thoughts off, following Michelle around the lunchroom until she turned to look at him with an insecure, shy smile.

He smirked back, wiggled his eyebrows and winked, causing her to blush, turning away from him again.

He chuckled, and Hendrik looked back and forth between them; both in admiration and disagreeing to his actions a bit.

It had to be jealousy, Frey couldn't come up with a different explanation.

If they would be in his shoes, they would do the same.

Even more so, he didn't understand whyboys who looked like Hendrik didn't do it.

Hendrik was Asian, but his parents loved simple Dutch names, so him and his siblings all had similar names. Hendrik, Willem and Martijn.

The point was, Hendrik was a good-looking Asian guy. His black hair styled, his brown eyes always bright and most of the time amused. He had a smile that even Frey was jealous of every so often. And since Hendrik worked out a lot, he had a lean body too.

Girls liked him for his looks and if he would've been a little less shy, he would totally be able to get some of them to sleep with him.

Frey just didn't understand why guys like Hendrik wouldn't use their appearance, while boys like Samuel would love to trade.

     For the rest of the day, Michelle had kept sending Frey small smiles, but insecure once. At first, he had responded by winking, smirking, or wiggling his eyebrows in a seductive way. But by the time their second break of the day came around, he was fed up with her constantly hanging out in his close surroundings, and he stopped sending her looks back.

He decided on focussing back on Sparkl, because maybe a new girl would get the message across to Michelle that it had been a one-time thing to Frey and that sending him smiles wasn't going to get her anywhere.

She deserved better anyway; someone who'd be willing to date her for real. Frey surely wasn't going to do that, so he kind of got confused why girls would even want more of him than a one-night-stand.

"Mr Sanders?" Coach Brennan called him out while he was lounging on the side of the grass, watching the rest of class playing soccer. "Care to explain why you aren't playing soccer?"

"I just sprained my ankle, sir," he shrugged, and pulled a fake painful face. I reality, Frey was getting sweaty in the hot sun, and he didn't like being sweaty. Not if it didn't have to do with a girl, anyway.

"As if I'm stupid. Join or you can come back after school."

Frey rolled his eyes, pushing himself up from the grass. Detention would sure mess with his mother's stupid schedule, and that would earn him some shouting, and she would probably take away his fun time to catch up with the lost time. He didn't need her to be even more controlling over him, so he reluctantly stepped back into the field with a sigh.

He lingered around in defence for while, but when he figured his team was losing, he joined offence because that would mean he wouldn't have to run as much as in defence.

He groaned whenever someone would pass him the ball, kicking it away aimlessly as soon as possible again.

He was a decent player, if he would try. He had a great kick, he could run fast, he did know how to handle the ball and evade other players. He just didn't feel like running and getting sweaty during school.

He hated showering in school, he hated the whole locker room bragging about the sizes of dicks, the talk about girls while most guys were still virgins because they were simply either too ugly, or too stupid to persuade girls.

He hated how some guys talked about girls as if they were objects.

Which might be a bit weird, coming from Frey. But he sure didn't think girls were simple objects. They were humans too. He just didn't want a relationship and he still had needs.

It wasn't a secret he never looked back after sleeping with a girl, so if they agreed to sleep with him, they knew what was coming next.

He still treated them with respect. He still didn't think it was the only thing they were good for. They could be just as smart or successful as guys.

It was the girls that acted hurt after a night with Frey, because he wouldn't give them the time of day, that he hated.

And the fact guys, in the locker room, would always pretend as if they were the biggest players in school, talking about girls' appearances and pretending as if they were a bunch of tough guys.

They really weren't.

"Frey!" Daniel snapped at him, sounding a bit annoyed. "Can you at least pretend to help?" He stopped in front of him with an angry scowl on his face. "We're losing."

"Than what's the point? We're losing anyway." Frey shrugged, careless about the match in general.

"Maybe, if you would try a little harder, we wouldn't constantly lose the ball." Daniel nudged him. "I know you're good at soccer."

"Yeah, but you also know I don't care." Frey smirked charmingly, knowing Daniel normally would give in and leave him alone if he used a bit of his charms on the boy.

It had some advantages that Daniel was gay, and Frey didn't care if others would think he'd been flirting with him to get something he wanted.

Right now, that would be for Daniel to leave him be.

"Just..." Daniel rolled his eyes, his cheeks reddening a bit at the charming smile, while he casted his eyes down. "Try, or something. I'll let you work behind the bar Saturday and do the cleaning of the toilets."

"Why is P.E. soccer such a big deal to you?" Frey laughed at the other boy's suggestion.

"We're getting graded today, and I need a good grade. Just... try?"

"We're getting graded?" Frey frowned at the new information, shortly looking over to coach Brennan, to find the guy writing down something in a notebook. "Oh, shit. Why didn't I know?"

"Because you never pay attention."

"True." Frey laughed, nudged Daniel and smiled again. "You know what? I'll try. For you, because you'll clean the toilets on Saturday."

Daniel scowled at his flirtatious tone, rolling his eyes a bit. "I'm going to regret this, but whatever. And you totally owe me for saving your but from getting another F in P.E."

"I owe you nothing. For I don't care about P.E." Frey winked, but then nodded his head towards the rest of the players. "They're coming this way."

Daniel turned, noticing the game had changed again and our team was in possession over the ball. They separated ways, and despite not wanting to get sweaty, Frey spent the last ten minutes of the match doing his best to score as many goals as possible.

He just wondered if it had been enough to convince coach Brennan from failing him in soccer—or P.E. in general—yet again. It would prevent his mother from being disappointed in him, yet again.

Which would make his life at home a little easier.

It was worth to try.

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