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BMS 10

Date: 1/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Michael.F, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

today. Well, one down, one to go, I bitterly thought to myself as my house came into view quite a few minutes later. I told Carson, now I had to tell Megan. And I couldn't do it at school, I had to tell her at her home. Even though her parents, and Matt.... Oh god, Matt... Would probably be there. Well, tough. I fucked up, and if I was committed to telling her, I had to do it right. God knows who was going to drive me home afterwards, too... On day one of confessions, I had managed to fuck it up again and once more, alienate my ride... No, my best friend. Nicole must hate me, I thought to myself. Of course, I had thought this without noticing that Nicole was sitting at her window, having eagerly awaited to see me come home for the last half hour, feeling guilty as hell and wanting nothing more than to see me come home safely. I probably would have thought, and done, differently if I saw her at her window, a look of worry replaced by one of relief on her face as she saw me approach, clutching a CD close to her chest - the one I got her. *** Megan was initially thrilled when I wanted to come over to her place. Frankly, I was kind of glad myself - the school atmosphere felt harsh during exams. Naturally, the fact that I didn't dare look Carson in the eye during our math exam didn't help this fact, so it seemed like everything was falling into place. Even so, the sense of inevitability made me sick. I wasn't going to Megan's place to chill out and be happy. I was going over ... there to tell her I was a cheater, and break up with her. I thanked my lucky stars that her parents didn't happen to be home. The thought didn't cross my mind until we were already inside and she shouted up the stairs for them, only to be greeted with silence. There are a few memories about high school people don't forget. One of mine, for all the wrong reasons, was when she looked at me right after realizing her parents weren't home, pouted, and said, "Too bad. I wanted them to meet my boyfriend." God damn. If guilt had a name... "Megan..." I sighed, following her into the kitchen and sitting down at their dinner table, "We need to talk about that." I could detect an air of nervousness as she helped herself to an apple. "Why?" She asked. "Sit down." I offered, gesturing to another chair. She took a seat reluctantly as I continued. "I already told you how we're a really fake couple and how the feeling isn't real, right?" She thought she understood where I was going as she dropped the apple onto the table and grabbed my hand, covering it with hers. "It's okay, Adam. We can work through that. Love develops, it doesn't just show up. I'm sorry if it's a little weird right now but.... I just need this. I'll get better, you'll see. You'll be glad to have me, I promise." I wasn't sure if the guilt was growing or if it already grew so much that I, for some reason, reached that magical point of not caring. Nevertheless, I just laughed softly, looking into her confused, frightened eyes. ...