Chapter 49

ANGEL SINCLAIR.

My eyes immediately go wide and I try to leave the bathroom, but Bryan grabs my arm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask, "What are you doing here? Why did you follow me here, Bryan?", I insist on asking.

"Because I wanted to," he replies nonchalantly, still holding me.

"Get off your back, Bryan! You weren't even invited to this party and you shouldn't even be here. It's Lorenzo's moment and you're not going to end it, let alone destabilize me like this," I say, trying to get away from him, but not succeeding.

"I don't care if this is his moment or not, Angel. What's at stake here is you and me, not him," Bryan says seriously and I can already see his face turning red with anger.

"Weren't you the one who said you'd let me go? You promised me that you wouldn't pick on me anymore, but it's clear that you can't back up your words. You can't keep your promises and you must hate to see me happy, because you're an immature brat!" I spit out the words.

"Since when are you happy, Angel? Do you think putting a fake fucking smile on your face is happy?" he asks, his veins popping, "You're never going to be happy around him".

"And certainly not with you," I add, "I'm better off with Lorenzo than I was with you, for your information. Unlike you, he knows how to treat someone. He's a good-natured boy and that's who I'm staying with."

"You can't stay with him, Angel!" Bryan shouts.

"Not only can I, but I will!" I retort, letting go of his arm and heading for the door.

I turn the handle and see that the door is locked and the key is missing.

"Damn you!" I grumble, "Where's the key to the door?" I ask.

"You don't care," he replies.

"Of course it does, shit! You locked us in here, and you followed me here. What are you thinking, Bryan? All the toxic substances you consume are killing your neurons," I say.

"I'm not a junkie!" Bryan exclaims.

"It's funny to hear that kind of thing," I say, "Come on, tell me where the key is now."

"I'm not going to let you leave without hearing me out," he says.

"And what do you have to say apart from getting upset and swearing at me in every possible way?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I'm trying to be different, I'm trying not to smoke as much as I used to, not to drink as much as I used to. I'm trying to improve, Angel. I'm trying to be less chaotic," Bryan justifies himself.

"That way? You're trying to be less chaotic like that? You're not welcome here, Bryan. Lorenzo didn't like what you did, nobody did. You should find your place and your clique, which, as you've chosen, is with that bunch of junkies, including Cedric," I say, feeling my blood boil.

"Cedric is one of the only people who understands me, he feels the same as me and he listens to me. I'm not going to let him down because of that. My friendship with Cedric won't interfere with anything."

"It will interfere with everything, but you seem to be blind to certain kinds of things. You got completely worse after you started hanging out with Cedric, and everyone noticed. How many days have you missed school practice? You're the team captain, Bryan, you're supposed to be at every practice in the morning, but you stay up all night and don't fulfill your commitments the next day. You're irresponsible and can't even learn from your own mistakes."

"What can I do if you can't see the good in me? I'm not the trash you're branding me, Angel."

"You do have a good side, but you've shown little of it lately. I don't want to deal with that side of you, Bryan, I don't know how to deal with it all. You know it's better for both of us to be apart, because we have to treat each other well, but without ulterior motives. We'll never work out together, we were making too many mistakes. I've met Lorenzo and he's a good person, I really want to try with him," I say, feeling my eyes tear up.

"You're not going to get over me using that asshole Lorenzo as a cover, haven't you learned that yet? We see each other every day, it's impossible not to want each other. You can't stay with him, not while you're still thinking about me".

His words touch my emotions and I lower my head, trying to hold back my tears. Bryan gently lifts my head and I stare into his eyes, which look as sad as mine.

"Tell me I'm wrong and I'll leave this room now," he says and I remain silent.

I can't deny everything Bryan has said, because I know it's the truth. The living proof of this is that when I least expect it, Bryan and I are already kissing. He picks me up and lays me on the bed. As the kiss ends, I realize what I'm doing.

"Bryan, this is Lorenzo's room, this is his bed," I say, ready to get up.

"So what, babe? We were going to do it in our parents' bed, who is Lorenzo to you?" Bryan asks, making me think.

We kiss again and he takes the condom out of his pocket, handing it to me. While Bryan takes off his underwear, I open the condom packet and put it on his cock, receiving another kiss on the mouth from him. Bryan takes off my shiny dress, followed by my panties.

"I really want to fuck you," he says, positioning himself on top of me.

"And I really want to give it to you," I say, practically begging him.

Bryan invades me and I moan softly into his ear. I bite my lips and sigh deeply as I smell his delicious scent and feel his cock working so well inside me.

"Oh, Bryan!" I gasp, "I've been longing for this!" I say.

"You have no idea how much I've missed it too," he says, as I scratch his back.

Bryan sucks the nipple of my breast and thrusts into me, making me delirious. I suck on his neck and feel his sweaty body on top of mine. I smile between thrusts and Bryan kisses me as he continues his movements. We sum up our sex in a sequence of wet, longing kisses.

"This is so good, but so wrong," I say, feeling a little guilty.

"Everything that's wrong is tastier, look how good it feels to fuck you in Lorenzo's bed," Bryan says teasingly.

For a moment, I didn't even remember Lorenzo anymore. Bryan must be loving it, but I confess I'm enjoying it too. We both climax together. While Bryan cums inside the condom, I cum in his mouth, without leaving a trace on Lorenzo's bed sheet.

"That was...", I pause for breath, "Wonderful!", I add.

"You have to be mine forever, Angel. What more reason than that to stay together?" Bryan asks, looking into my eyes and giving me a quick kiss.

Maybe he's right: we're better like this.