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This Story Is About Cindy 1:9-1:10

Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Asian, Consensual Sex, First Time, Oral Sex, Romance, School, Teen Male/Teen Female, Violence, Author: Robert Shnin, Rating: 82.7, Source: sexstories.com

Hell doesn't spread rumors about things we haven't done!" Well... that one hit home. I wanted so badly to tell her the truth, that I wasn't the one who spread the rumor. That it was her boyfriend's twin cunt... but through some miracle, I held my tongue. I turned and walked back into the house, through it, went out the front door and picked up my bike from where it lay on the side of her driveway. I hopped on it and began the journey home... but with all the pent up energy and frustration I had, I pedaled so hard that it popped the chain off the gears. It took everything in my entire soul to not let out an ear splitting roar at that point. I came to a stop at the end of the driveway and forced myself to slowly and carefully step off the bike, and put the kickstand down. I squatted next to my bike and went to work on fixing it. "ZACK!" I heard Cindy yell. I pressed my eyes shut and wished to die for a second, then opened them and looked to see Cindy stalking towards me. I stood and faced her as she reached me. "What," I spat, not even really a question. "What the fuck is your deal?" she asked. "Where are you going?" "I'm going home, Cindy, because my deal... my deal is I like you. I really like you. A lot. And I can't stand to see you with that fucking waste of space that I'm disgusted to say is my cousin. I want to care about you, and appreciate you in a way that scumbag never will. So I'm going home, because if I don't, and I walk back into that party, and I see Jamie's ... douchey face, I'm gonna punch him again, and if I didn't break his nose already, I'll make sure I do." "Stop... please stop. You're going freaking crazy on me," Cindy sighed. "I know. It's because I'm crazy about you." Cindy looked down, trying to hold back a snicker, but she failed. "... You cheesy bastard... Look, I've only known you for two months and I feel closer to you than I do to even some of my girlfriends. I really want to be friends, and I want to stay friends. That's the only place in my life that I can offer you right now. Can you please tolerate Jamie? For me?" I looked down and furrowed my brow. I thought real hard... and I recalled a thought I'd had back when I first met Cindy: 'She's just a cool person to be around, so even if we weren't holding hands and making out between classes, I still enjoyed every moment I spent with her as a friend.' I sighed and looked back up to her. She had an apprehensive, but hopeful look on her face. "Friends?" she asked. I sighed deeply, and then nodded. "Friends. I'm still going home though. I need to cool down." "Okay," she agreed. "...I'm sorry." "What are you apologizing for?" I wondered. "I... I don't know... Goodnight, Zach," she offered. I just nodded to her, then stooped back over to fix my bike. Only the sound of her shoes on the pavement told me she was returning to the house. I'm not going to lie or pretend I'm not a sappy shit. I cried on the way home. Not quite like a baby, but enough that I almost crashed into a ...