Chapter 8

In the early morning hours, my mind awoke with thoughts solely consumed by Cindy. I found myself pondering what my next move should be, feeling lost in the sea of uncertainty. As I sat down for breakfast, I couldn't help but notice the vacant seat beside me where she usually claimed her spot. My gaze shifted towards Jake, and there she was, sitting right beside him. The way she looked at him, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. Her ceaseless smile and unwavering fixation on his face made it clear that she was unquestionably in love with him.

I detested the situation. Why couldn't she direct that gaze of pure love towards me? Why had nobody ever looked at me with such intensity and affection? Disappointed and disheartened, I tried to push aside these thoughts as the day's activities commenced. First up was painting, and, of course, destiny paired me with Cindy.

Cindy - Hey, Faud! Sorry I didn't get a chance to speak to you today. I hope you didn't miss me too much, hehe

Faud - It's okay, Cindy. So, what do you want to paint?

Cindy - What if we painted a heart?

Faud - A heart?

Cindy - Yeah! It would be so cool! A symbol of love, you know?

I a smile and said:

Faud - Sure, we can do that.

As we began to gather our supplies, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of bitterness. It was evident that Cindy's enthusiasm was directed towards the idea of creating something beautiful, something that resonated with her infatuation for Jake. I, on the other hand, was just a bystander in this mural of unrequited love.

Cindy - You know, Faud, hearts symbolize so much. Love, passion, and the connection between two souls. It's amazing, isn't it?

Faud - Yeah, it is.

As we dipped our brushes into vibrant hues, I couldn't help but steal glances at Cindy, her concentration fixed on the canvas. I yearned for a moment where her gaze would meet mine with the same intensity and affection she reserved for Jake. But deep down, I knew it was an unattainable dream.

Cindy - I'm glad we're partners for this. You're so talented with colors. It's like you bring life to the paint.

Faud - Thank you, Cindy. I appreciate it

As we delved into painting the heart, our progress seemed decent. Every now and then, I caught sight of Cindy stealing glances in Jake's direction, a smile tugging at her lips. Then, when we were about 80% done with our creation, she called him over.

Cindy - Hey, Jake! Can you come here for a little bit? I have something to show you!

Jake approached, his eyes lighting up as he beheld the painting. A smile formed on his face, and without a second thought, he took Cindy's hand and they departed, leaving me alone to finish the painting. The rest of the day unfolded in solitude, as Cindy and Jake were nowhere to be found. The activities I engaged in were lackluster at best, marred by the shadow of their absence.

After a long and disheartening day, as the sun began its descent, the teacher approached me with a look of concern etched on their face.

Teacher - I noticed you were alone throughout the day. Where is Cindy?

Faud - Um... she mentioned having a stomachache, so she went back to her room to rest...

Teacher - Ah, I see... Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. I hope she feels better soon.

Faud - Yes, I hope so too. Thank you, teacher.

As the teacher walked away, my heart sank further into a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. Why had I lied for her? Why had I shielded her from the truth?

Later that evening, as I sat alone in my room, the questions gnawed at my conscience. The silence was stifling, and I longed for an answer that would bring clarity to my turmoil.

Faud - Why did I lie for her? What was I trying to protect? Was it her happiness or my own misguided hopes?

The truth, though painful, gradually seeped into my consciousness. I had lied for her because deep down, I craved her affection, her attention. I had hoped that by shielding her, by sacrificing my own feelings, I would somehow earn a place in her heart. But reality had shattered that illusion, leaving me with nothing but regret.

As night descended, the hotel rooms came alive with the boisterous energy of a party in full swing. Laughter echoed through the air as everyone indulged in drinks, food, and lively conversations. Amidst the revelry, I couldn't help but notice Cindy, who remained tightly intertwined with Jake throughout the night. I found myself unable to get a moment alone with her, as she seemed content to be glued to his side.

Cindy's happiness radiated as she sat on Jake's lap, their affectionate embrace and stolen kisses on full display for everyone to see. They reveled in their love, shamelessly capturing the moments with photos and videos of their passionate encounters. It was a bittersweet sight, for in that instant, my heart sank as the reality hit me like a tidal wave—my crush belonged to someone else, and they were unabashedly flaunting their connection right before my eyes.

The scene unfolded with painful clarity, etching itself into my memory. Their carefree intimacy tore through me, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. My stomach churned with a mix of jealousy, longing, and a swarm of butterflies fluttering restlessly within me.

In that moment, I felt like an outsider, a mere spectator in a love story that did not include me. Each stolen kiss, each embrace, served as a harsh reminder of the unrequited feelings that weighed heavily upon my soul. I couldn't tear my gaze away, caught between the agony of witnessing their bliss and the undeniable truth that my desires would forever remain unfulfilled.

With a heavy heart, I realized that I needed to confront the harsh reality of the situation. My crush on Cindy was an unattainable dream, and I had but to come to terms with it. It was time to refocus my attention, to find solace in my own journey, and to seek out the love and happiness that awaited me beyond the confines of my unrequited infatuation.

Then, out of the blue, my sister, approached me amidst the chaotic atmosphere.

Fateen - It's really hard to watch, huh?

Faud - What are you talking about?

Fateen - Oh, come on. I know everything. It's tough to witness someone you trusted betraying you right before your eyes.

Faud - I... I don't know what you mean...

Fateen - Of course you don't. Just so you know, I'm aware that you have a crush on Cindy.

Faud - How did you...?

Fateen - I have my methods. Don't forget who you're talking to—the most popular girl in school, hahaha.

Faud - You enjoy that, don't you?

Fateen - Well, it does have its perks not being the 'weird' girl anymore, that's for sure.

Faud - So what do you want? Are you here to rub it in my face that my crush is making out with another guy?

Fateen - No, not at all! I'm here to support you. Trust me, everything is going to be okay. I know how tough it is to have a crush on someone.

Faud - How would you know?

Fateen - Well, I have a crush on someone too...

Faud - Really?! Please don't tell me it's Jake?

Fateen - No, no, it's not. Who doesn't matter. What matters is recognizing your own worth.

Faud - Worth?

Fateen - Yes! And I want you to trust me. I will never leave you for someone else like Cindy did.

Faud - Thanks, sis...

Fateen - No problemo! Now, enjoy the party and stop staring at them. It's weird, you know.

Faud - Okay, I will.

With my sister's words echoing in my mind, I made a conscious effort to shift my focus away from the painful scene unraveling before me. I took a deep breath and allowed myself to immerse in the party's festivities. Fateen's presence provided a glimmer of comfort. I tried to enjoy my night, but I couldn't help but keep stealing glances at Cindy. It was evident that both of them were horny as fuck. His cock was visibly hard, straining against his pants, and her nipples were erect, poking through her t-shirt.

Jake took Cindy by the hand, and they both left the room. Of course, I couldn't resist following them. I trailed behind them through the hotel, as they intermittently stopped to make out and fondle each other, with no fear of being caught by anyone. And when they reached their room, they didn't even bother to close the door.

They were both seated on the bed, passionately making out with each other. Jake's hands were roaming all over her body as they engaged in intense dry humping. Then, he exposed her tiny little tits and began sucking on them. Cindy's face displayed pure horniness. He positioned her on her back on the bed and effortlessly turned her around, her ass now up in the air. Jake slowly lowered her panties and playfully bit her ass, instantly causing Cindy to release a loud moan. Then he proceeded to eat her ass.

Jake - Tell me about that pathetic loser while I feast on your tiny little ass.

Cindy - Faud? Wh...y...?

He then slapped her ass forcefully, bringing tears to Cindy's eyes.

Cindy - I'm... so sorry... He was just a guy, he was nice to me.

Jake - Do you think he liked you?

Cindy - Fu...ck, yeah, I think so...

Jake - What a fucking loser. How could he have such a beautiful tiny whore like you? What was he thinking?

Cindy - I... don't care... Please, just keep going.

Jake - Say, fuck Faud, Jake's dick is all I want in this world.

Cindy - Fuck that Muslim fag! I live only for Jake's dick!

At those words, my cock was on the verge of ripping through my pants from how hard it was, but my emotions were crushed. For the second night in a row, I found myself crying with my dick in my hand, jerking off to the sight of my crush being fucked by another guy.

He turned her around again, and now they were in missionary position. He relentlessly pounded her pussy without giving her any respite. The sounds of their lust echoed throughout the room, and Cindy's moans reverberated through the entire hotel. I came three times while watching them engage in sex.

Then, I retreated to my room where my sister was already asleep.

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