The Perfect wish

The ordinary day

"Mom, pack my lunch. I don't want to be late for class again."

Charlie's voice was half-asleep as he pulled on his school shirt. His mother smiled from the kitchen and handed him a neatly packed tiffin.

"Okay dear, your lunch is ready. Go carefully. Bye."

"Bye, Mom."

He left the house without looking back.

By the time he reached the school gates, Leo was already waiting.

"Hey Charlie, how are you? Did you finish today's homework?"

"Yeah… I tried. Half of it is still left. I'll finish it in class. Btw, where's Kie? He didn't come today?"

"Fever. That's why he's absent."

"Let's get to the classroom before we're late."

"Yeah, sure. Let's go."

They walked in together. A group of girls near the back were already whispering.

"Charlie has always preferred songs to conversations," one of them said. "Not because he hates people. He just likes things that don't expect an answer."

"Ohh really… I like his personality."

Before anyone could say more, the classroom door opened and Sophia walked in.

Charlie's heart jumped.

She looked rushed, hair slightly messy, breathing a little fast.

"Hey Sophia, how are you?" one of the girls asked.

"I'm fine. I was running late again. Didn't want the teacher to scold me."

Charlie had been listening to music in his earphones, but the moment she entered, the song faded into nothing. His eyes stayed on her.

He had liked her for a long time. Too long. And today, he had decided he would finally say something. No matter what happened.

He stood up, walked a few steps toward her, and opened his mouth—

"Hi Sophi—"

"Open your notebooks, students!"

The teacher's sharp voice cut through the room. Charlie froze. The words died in his throat.

Shit. Again.

He sat back down, put his earphones back in, and stared at the board without seeing anything.

The teacher started explaining math. Charlie wasn't listening. His eyes kept drifting to the side… to the teacher's chest. Her blouse was tight. Every time she turned to write on the board, the soft weight of her breasts moved under the fabric. He couldn't look away.

She noticed.

"Charlie."

He jumped, pulled out his earphones, and stood up quickly.

"Y-Yes, ma'am?"

"Are you focusing on what I'm teaching?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am… I know what you taught…"

"Then come to the board and solve this question."

He walked up. As he stood next to her, the scent of her perfume hit him. Her chest was right there, barely inches away. He could see the deep line between her breasts every time she breathed.

He tried to look at the board. Failed.

The teacher's eyes narrowed. She had seen where his gaze was.

Without another word, she pointed at the door.

"Get out."

The entire class went silent. Charlie felt heat rush to his face. Sophia was looking at him. He could feel it.

He walked out with his head down.

Outside, his old friend was already leaning against the wall, having been kicked out earlier.

"Hey Charlie… she threw you out too? I thought you were smart as fuck. Don't tell me you couldn't solve a simple math question."

Charlie looked away, face still burning.

"That's not the reason."

"Then what?"

"Never mind."

His friend smirked.

"Btw, do you know how hot Sophia is? I saw her with some guy at the shopping mall the other day."

Charlie's stomach dropped.

"Yeah… she is. No doubt. Who was the guy?"

"Her boyfriend."

The words hit harder than the teacher's scolding.

"What…? She has a boyfriend?"

"Yeah. Why do you care so much?"

"Never mind."

Charlie walked away before his friend could say anything else.

He went to the water cooler near the girls' bathroom, needing something—anything—to distract himself. That's when he heard it.

Soft. Wet. Muffled.

A girl's voice, shaky and broken.

He froze.

The bathroom door wasn't fully closed. Through the small gap, he saw them.

Sophia.

Her back was pressed against the cold tiled wall. Her school skirt was pushed up to her waist. Her boyfriend stood between her legs, one hand gripping her thigh hard enough to leave red marks, the other buried between her legs.

Two fingers were thrusting deep inside her. Wet sounds filled the small bathroom every time he pushed in. Her panties hung around one ankle.

He leaned in and bit the side of her neck, hard. Sophia's head fell back. A soft, desperate sound escaped her throat as her hips jerked against his hand.

"Faster…" she whispered, voice trembling.

He didn't go faster. He went rougher. His fingers curled inside her, pressing hard against that sensitive spot while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit without mercy. Her legs started shaking. She tried to stay quiet, but every time he pushed deeper, a broken moan slipped out.

Charlie couldn't move. He couldn't look away.

Her boyfriend pulled his fingers out, shiny with her wetness, and shoved them into her mouth. Sophia sucked them without hesitation, eyes half-closed, while he unbuckled his pants with his free hand.

He didn't waste time. He pushed her thighs wider, lined himself up, and thrust inside her in one rough motion.

Sophia's cry was sharp. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

He fucked her against the wall like he owned her—deep, hard, relentless. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the small bathroom. Her body bounced with every thrust. Her breasts strained against her uniform shirt. Tears of pleasure gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Charlie stood there, frozen, watching the girl he liked get used like a toy.

When her boyfriend finally came, he didn't pull out. He stayed buried deep inside her, holding her hips tightly as he finished. Sophia's legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand.

Only then did Charlie force himself to walk away.

He returned to class in silence. The teacher didn't even look at him.

When the final bell rang, he left school alone.

Outside the gate, he saw them again.

Sophia and her boyfriend walking hand in hand, laughing about something. Her hair was slightly messy. There was a faint red mark on her neck where he had bitten her.

Charlie's chest felt tight.

He went straight home, locked his room, and sat on the floor.

The tears came without permission.

He pressed his face into his knees and cried like a child, whispering the same thing again and again.

"Please… please make her love me… please…"

His voice broke.

Then, suddenly, a soft voice spoke from somewhere behind him.

Calm. Almost curious.

"Do you really want her?"