Alex

Monday, December 7, 2002

Morning

The light shone brightly through my partially covered window, and my music was playing softly in the background. It was a fucking vibe. My phone illuminated my face as I scrolled through pictures of joseph. So he hangs with "Pete" dumbass name and that bitch. I need a way to get personal with him...

"You ready for your session?" my mother asked through the door.

Rage grew inside me like a tumor and I got up, slamming my door open. My hand wrapped around her neck, slamming her into the wall.

"You shout at me again and I'll fucking hurt you," "Worse than my father did..." I added, letting her go. She fell to the floor crying, only making me more pissed. "Don't be such a pussy. Get up and drive me there!" I shouted, yanking her up. God... do I have to do everything my fucking self? I grabbed her hair guiding her to the car.

"Drive me! " I shouted, throwing her into the car. She opened the door getting in.

The ride was silent. Her glances at me only pissed me off even more. "Can you talk to him about your anger issues?" she whimpered, trying not to look at me. My gaze stayed at the building, thinking of his face and hair. Me kissing his neck, feeling on his perfect body...

"I'll talk to him about it, but ma?" her attention turned to me. "You won't have to worry, I'll be alright," I said, kissing her cheek before stepping out of the car.

There was a pep in my step as I made my way to the glass door. I could tell the building had been cleaned recently since the air smelled of chemicals combined with some sort of fragrance. Maybe perfume. "Go on up," she muttered from her desk, looking at her phone. What a lazy slut.

"Wait! I heard a voice yell, stopping the elevator. Pete, the dumbass, of course... I pressed his floor, trying my hardest not to mess with the little prick... My mind kept wandering to Joseph and his smile... He makes me wanna cu-

"How's your day been?" He asked nervously.

My attention was drawn to him and the warm cup of coffee in his hand. "Gonna be better now." His smile faded as I stepped out of the elevator. "He knows it was you," the whisper said. How would he know it was me last night? "Your voice" He doesn't know shit! And if he does say something, I'll fucking kill him. I approached Joseph's office, opening the door.

"Alex, nice to see you again!" He beamed, sitting in his chair. He got out his notepad and pen. "So yesterday we were on your father..."

I sat down staring at his sexy face, His body was so muscular and his smile got me hard... "Y- Yes, He wasn't the nicest to me or my mother," I said positioning myself so he couldn't see the obvious bulge in my pants. He returned his gaze to his notes, scribbling something down. "How was your relationship with your father?" I asked, causing him to put down his notes.

"My father was strict and always on my back." For a brief moment, we exchanged stares before his gaze returned to his notes.

"Well, how'd you learn to get through it?"

He looked like he was at a loss for words. "I don't think I ever did. " Hearing that put a frown on my face. He sounds hurt...

"Maybe we could help each other?" I suggested with a small grin.

Nervously laughing, he studied my tattoos. "I'm here to help you, not the other way around,"

"How about this?" I challenged, "Why don't I stop coming to you and we talk outside this as friends?"

He set his notes on the table, his gaze fixated on mine. He had these black eyes. I could just get lost in. There was an innocence to him. Just by his obviously soft hands and proper sitting pose, I could tell he'd never gotten into any fight or really anything remotely bad. It was cute.

"Why do you wanna help me?"

I maintained eye contact with him, tapping my finger on the chair. "Cause I care."

His eyes slightly narrowed on me. "You just met me two days ago."

I got up, looking out the bright window. "That gives me a reason to get to know you, right?" I turned around, smiling. "Wanna get lunch tomorrow?"

He sat there, staring at me and then at his watch. "I could get fired for this." His face was serious and the whole mood kind of blew up in my face. "Cry and say you're lonely," the whisper said.

"I'm sorry, I just needed a friend..." I muttered as tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Hey hey it's okay?" He exclaimed, rushing out of his chair to hug me.

His body was so built and lean. I could feel my dick rising in my pants. "I have to go!" I fretted, running out of his office.

I heard a faint "wait," but I ignored it, pressing down on the elevator.

...

The whisper came up quietly, like a growing storm. "Good choice running. You got him eating out your palm." No, my fucking dick was hard, so I had to run out. I'm a fucking idiot!

I stepped outside the building, and a familiar voice yelled from the street, startling me. "Alex bro! Come on!"  My eyes stopped at Ryan in his Charger, blasting his hippie shit...

"What are you doing here?"

He motioned his head to the passenger seat. "Your sexy mom told me you'd be here..."

"Fuck off!" I chuckled as I got into the car. The inside was a mess... There were clothes in the back and it smelt of weed and alcohol, fucking pig... He drove off, glancing at me every few seconds.

"So, why are you in therapy? Thought you didn't do shit like that..."

"I've always been in therapy. You just never asked," I responded, turning off his lame-ass music.

"Is that why you said no to me? Cause I don't ask you about stuff?"

Here he goes with this bullshit... "It was just sex, chill out..."

He gave me a brief glance before returning his gaze to the road. "You fuck me, then deny me? What the fuck is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem you do."

He stopped the car and turned to face me. "Get the fuck out. " His breathing was heavy, and tears spilled down his cheeks. "Get out Alex! Sick of your back-and-forth bullshit!"

"Fuck you, then!" I shouted as I rushed out, slamming the door behind me. He drove off and my anger went to a ten. Fuck him, that slut Rachel and the rest of those fucking idiots...  Wait, wait, this is good... I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Joseph's number. The phone rang for a few seconds before his sexy voice answered.

"Hey, Alex, everything alright?"

My tone became weary and sad as the fake tears fell down my face."My friend just ditched me and I'm alone..."

His voice was full of worry. "Where are you?"

My eyes shifted to the street sign. "Wolfs Boulevard," I sniffled.

"Just stay where you are, okay? I'm on my way."

He hung up, and I couldn't help but smile. Something tapped my shoulder, and it suddenly started raining. Come on... Now I actually do need him...  A few minutes went by of me just standing in the rain soaking wet before a red Lamborghini pulled up, lowering its tinted windows.

"Alex? Are you okay?" He asked, getting out.

He has a fucking Lamborghini, rich, sexy, and sweet... Tears fell down my face as I wrapped myself around him. "Everyone hates me..."

"Hey, hey! No, they don't..." He stressed, rubbing my back. "Let's get out of the rain," he smiled, opening the passenger door for me.

The inside was clean and pristine, and it smelled of candy?  There was a bag of sour patches in the cupholder. I plopped one in my mouth, cringing from the sugar. He got into the car and damn, did he look good... His shirt was wet, clinging to his biceps...

"I see you found my stash," he joked, reaching over me. This position was something I was used to, but not from someone who looked like him...

"Yeah-" I stuttered out as my dick grew in my pants.

"Sit still," he stated as he softly brushed a speck of sugar off my lip.

My voice was like a whisper as I tried my hardest to think of the most disgusting thing imaginable. "Thanks..."

"So what happened? If you don't mind me asking."

"My dickhead friend got upset cause I didn't wanna be with him."

He smiled as he gazed down the road. "Why didn't you wanna be with him?"

The rain sounded like small knives as it poured down even harder... "Not my type."

There was a small hint of relief in his voice. "What's your type?"

"About my size, brunette hair, and suits. Guys with suits are fucking sexy," I noted, plopping another sour patch in my mouth. 

He kept his eyes on the road but I could tell he was blushing... "We're here," he murmured quietly.

How did he know my address? "Thanks for the ride!" I beamed about to open the door, but his hand stopped me.

"I don't hate you, Alex..."

The way he looked at me was full of care and my feelings rose like they never had, and I kissed him. His lips were sweet as candy, and his facial hair brushed against my cheek. "Pull away and apologize," the whisper snarled.

"I shouldn't have done that! I- I'm sorry," I fretted, pulling away from him.

Getting out of the car. There was a tickly feeling in my stomach that made me feel weird. It was a brand new feeling that for the moment. I absolutely hated.

"Alex, it's okay!" he yelled as I opened my door, shutting it behind me.

There was something different about that kiss... It felt different. Not like Ryan or Felix or any of the other guys I've fucked...

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