C17 Kevin

At this point, I’ve realized I’ve lost Chelsea. And, there isn’t anything I can do about it.

I’ve tried to show her how much I loved her, except I waited too late. Certainly, I recognize Chelsea is in love with Jason, and because of my love for her, I have to fall back.

Regardless of how much it hurts, I don’t have a choice because I want her happy, and her happiness will always come before mine.

Cautiously, I pick the picture of our family off my dresser and stare at it. Instead of looking at the camera, I looked at Chelsea.

How could she not have known how much I fucking loved her? I might not have bowed down and kissed her fucking toes, but she had to realize I fucking loved her.

Every family picture we had taken, I’m looking at her. Ever since I’ve met her, all I did was look at her.

How the fuck could she have been so blind?

The only reason I kept my distance was because If I got too close to her, I knew I wouldn’t contain the feelings I had for her.

I would have done everything in my power to make her fucking happy, including leaving her. If that’s what it takes, then so be it.

I let out a fierce growl and hum the picture across the room, and watch it drop the floor. I watch the glass shatter into a million little pieces the same way my heart has.

My stepmother comes rushing into the room and squats down beside me, “I’m sorry, Kevin.” She rubs my shoulder, “I really wanted it to be you she chose. I knew you loved her since you were a young boy.”

I rip away from her, “Don’t give up on love Kevin, second chances do exist.” I storm out of the house and go to the nearest bar.

I need a fucking distraction.

I need to forget.

I need a pussy to lose myself in and make me forget that the girl I love is married to another fucking man.

“Bacardi On The Rocks,” I order, placing my money down on the bar.

“Rough night?” the bartender asks as he places my drink down.

“If only you knew,” I confirm as I pick the drink up and chug it.

“I’ll get you another one,” he says.

“Give me the strongest drink you have.” I glance to the right and discover a beautiful girl settling in the seat next to me. Immediately, I pick her money up and tuck it into her hand, “On me.” I state.

“Thank you.” She says and drinks her drink as quickly as I did mine.

Once the side effects of the liquor kick in, the girl stands and whispers, “Meet me in the bathroom.” These bar hoes are so easy to get once they’ve had a drink.

My eyebrows shoot up as I watch her walk away, twitching her ass as she walks.

Of course, I don’t deny her. I needed a pussy to bury myself inside of, and now I’ve gotten one.

I follow her into the bathroom and lock the door, “Do you have a condom?” She asks,

I nod. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” I demand, getting right down to the point.

“You’re my kind of guy.” She replies.

She turns around slowly and pops that ass of hers out. Rashly, I jerk my dick as she slides her pink thong down, giving me a clear view of her ass.

“Don’t touch me,” I state as I slide the condom on my hard cock.

“Don’t want to, “she purrs.

I slide into her and pump fast. “Oh, shit, you’re huge,” She meows.

I pump faster, taking my anger out on this girl’s pussy.

Another hoe, with no self-respect. But that doesn’t stop me from getting what I need.

I ram into this girl frantically, as if her pussy is the one that crashed my heart. Each time I thrust into her, I release the fucking anger and hurt I feel.

Fuck, why couldn’t she choose me?

If Chelsea had chosen me, I wouldn’t be standing behind another bitch whose name I don’t know, inside a bar bathroom that smells like urine.

Instead, I’d be cherishing her, worshiping her, and showing her how much she meant to me.

As always, once I think of Chelsea, the blonde, black, curly-headed girl with the deep blue eyes, I drain my dick into the condom.

Once I’ve finished draining my dick, while thinking about the girl I’ve never had, I immediately pull out of this hoe without speaking a word.

Usually, I make sure the girls I fuck get off, but this time I don’t give a shit.

I leave this girl inside the bathroom and rush out.

After graduation, I’m leaving.

I can’t live in the same state as Chelsea and watch her with him.

Leaving is the only possible way for me to forget her.

After five years of loving this girl, and she chooses him.

I guess she never loved me the way I loved her. And, I refuse to stand on the sidelines like a trained puppy, waiting to be told when to heel.

I’m done putting my heart on the line, just to have her crush it in the process.

Fuck her, fuck him, and fuck love.

I’m done.