Go across the street to Meatieval

"There is no way I just saw what I think I just saw." I say as I let go of Janeen's 36D breasts and start storming for the exit. As I exit Saudi Servings I get a sort of tunnel vision for the place that I have to go next: Meatieval. I'm so focused on getting over there that I lackadaisically look both ways before crossing the street, leading me to nearly get hit by a car as I make it to the middle. I stood in the middle of the road where there was a yellow line marked on the asphalt as to indicate where the lanes swapped in direction. My heart was racing as I made sure not to get hit by any of the cars that were coming from both directions, hoping that with each one that came near, the driver operating the heavy metal machinery wouldn't decide to steer right into me and unknowingly end my life or severely injuring me without absolutely anyone knowing. In the distance I saw a moderate gap between cars coming up, not because a light had turned red, but because someone must've been driving slowly or something and was thus facilitating the making of that gap. It would be both way more smarter and safer to wait for the traffic to stop coming, but I was hell-bent on getting to that restaurant as fucking fast as I could. As soon as that gap came up, I barreled toward Meatieval, and to my fortune, the driver that was coming toward me did not arbitrarily decide to accelerate. I made it onto the street that I had just came from not too long ago and kept up my rush for the double doors to Meatieval as that was my primary target right now, not even giving a lot of attention to the Hispanic girl that just came through them and was wearing an orange crop top that showed how hard her nipples were and how much her perky tits stuck out against the fabric as I just pushed her out of my path to the doors.

I swung the slowly closing door open and stepped into the medieval-themed restaurant that was just teeming with things of the Middle Ages with how employees were wearing clothing of that era, music that would be from that period was filling everyone's ears, swords, shields, knight armor, and other items of that time decorated the place, and wood... there was a whole lot of stuff that was made out of wood in here. But enough with that, I literally did not come here for the restaurant itself at all, I came here to see if I saw what it is that I saw. Obviously what I came here looking for wasn't in the reception area, so I went forth into the dining area as that was most logical place to look next. I walked at a very brisk pace through the seating area, looking at every booth and table that I passed by as I took long strides through the aisle. I was determined to get to the bottom of this as fast as possible, making no stops along the way to touch up on any female that looked the slightest bit good to me, a feat I thought I wasn't capable of with the overwhelming amount of freedom that I had. Reaching the end of the aisle, I made a sharp turn left, going deeper into restaurant to seek out what I had come here for.

"Where in the fuck..." I say under my breath while quickly whipping my head left and right as a means to check out every table that I passed by. "No. No. No. No. Fuck!" I reach the end of the aisle and turn right, "No. No. No. N— HMPH!" I stop short of saying no as I catch in my peripherals right in front of me what it is that I came her for: my acquaintances from high school. For some reason, I was nervous as shit, more nervous than I was when I did all that nonsense in my college class earlier today. Slowly, I walked to the booth where they were sitting at. There were just three of them, all female, with two being on one side of the table and one by herself. I carefully sat down next to the girl that was by herself as that side of the booth was closest to me. I didn't sit close to her, pretty far actually, on the edge, I felt very weird being in this kind of situation.

"Come on~, sit next to us, there's enough room to fit the three of us." Ane who was a blonde White girl with blue eyes begged.

"I said that I'm okay~, leave me alone already~." Annah who was the brown-haired White girl with brown eyes that was sitting next to me replied, waving her hands a few times as if to emphasize that everything is fine.

"Well, what if I swapped places with you, Annah? Think we could do that?" Kashvi who was an Indian girl with disheveled black hair and dark brown eyes suggested with a big smile on her face.

"No, 'cause I know you're just gonna get up and sit with us when we swap." Annah refuses the offer.

"Annah doesn't like us today. What did we do to deserve this, huh, Annah?" Ane asks with a fake sad and pouty look on her face.

"Is it 'cause Ane picked the stupid restaurant for us to waste our money at?" Kashvi says.

"Hey, I haven't been here ever since I was in middle school! Be a friend and let me... reminisce for once." Ane says back to Kashvi who is looking at her with a taunting smile as if to further annoy her.

"We're just gonna look stupid, that's all." Annah answers.

"Stupid?! You're the one with the bangs here." Ane leans her body over the table and approaches Annah's forehead-covering bangs with her index finger.

"Stop talking about my bangs already! You've known me for this long, you should know they're not going anywhere anytime soon!" Annah says, backing away as to prevent Ane's finger from touching her, putting both her hands over her forehead to cover her fringe.

The three go on to have a laugh, completely unaware of my existence, paying me no mind whatsoever, not that that's new or anything, I guess. I just sat and listened as they continued talking. Out of nowhere, I felt something cold on the tip of my penis and so I looked down between my legs to see that I was getting a bit soft. It was weird, this whole day I had been mostly walking around with a raging erection as just the thought of being able to freely use any female I came across was enough to give me a full-on boner and sustain it without needing a female, but in all honesty I'm not surprised in the slightest that it's going down considering the situation I'm in right now. These three were a part of a much bigger group of friends, but from what I gathered back in high school from all the times that I've seen 'em, these three were like a subsidiary of that group, probably just because they got along with each other better than the rest of the group could. I didn't have bad memories of them, but definitely not any good ones, but describing the memories as neutral just didn't feel right to me, I don't know. Heck, even calling them memories didn't feel right since they weren't my friends, the interactions I had with them were minimal, but then again something in the back of my head is trying to let me know that they've had some sort of impact on me, but what could it—

"Hail to you girls today! My name's Helga and I will be at your beck and call today! Is there anything I can fetch you all?" an exuberant voice comes out of nowhere and takes me out of my thoughts. I slowly look up from my slump and my eyes slowly widen at the sight that is front of me. The waitress named Helga was a 5'6 blue-eyed White girl who looked no younger than 21 and no older than 25, and I felt sure about that. With her blonde hair in two French braid pigtails that went down to her shoulder blades and the medieval bar maiden dress that showed how plump and voluptuous her figure was, she in my opinion was really nailing the whole bar maiden look of the middle ages. But the best part about Helga had to be how fucking amazing her big, fat titties looked in that dress as they were practically spilling out from the top of her dress. I shot up from where I was sitting so I could get a better look at her huge rack. If stares could hurt, Helga would need to be sent to the emergency room right this instant given how hard I'm leering at her buxomness, but then again she would have to be able to see me and— wha— whatever, I'm giving it too much thought! I looked down and just as I expected, my dick was back to "normal", all ready hard and pulsating and stuff like it's been throughout the whole day, all because I had taken my mind off... those three... whatever, I need to enjoy myself, not subject myself to what should remain in the past. I raised my hand up right next to my head and stuck it deep into Helga's bosom. Wiggling it down deeper into her bust, I grabbed the underside of her boob and fished it out from her top. Letting go of it, her large-ass fucking tit dropped down over the front of her dress and I couldn't help but let my mouth open up a little at the sheer size of it, probably because it was an instinct of mine to want to suck on it. Taking a wild, but somewhat informed guess at her size, I went with saying that she's a 40F. On her round-shaped breast was a pink nipple that was encircled by an areola nearly the size of a saucer quite a few montgomery glands being on her boob as well, hopefully not because she was pregnant or anything like that. I went on to fish out her other breast and watched it with the same amount of awe as I let it fall down and bounce with a little swing at the end before resting and joining the other one in exposed glory.

"So two iced teas and one peach tea. Okay, I shall do so at once." Helga said to them, but didn't move as I didn't let her because I had plans with her.

"Thanks a bunch." Annah said as I started squeezing Helga's fat boobs.

"Speakin' of 'bunch' did you see how bi—"

"Stop, stop, stop, I don't wanna hear it!" I hear Ane get cut off by Annah.

"Oh, c'mon, Annah. Don't act like you didn't notice them, especially with how you yourself have such—"

"Hey, I just remembered something very weird and random. Well, at least I partly remember it." I hear Ane get cut off by Kashvi.

"What, Kashvi?" Annah asks.

"That guy from our high school." Kashvi says.

"Details, dummy! Don't just say 'That guy' like we're able to fill in blanks for you!" Ane demands that Kashvi elaborate.

"I don't remember his name, but he was like that guy we had in chemistry." Kashvi says.

"Guy we had in chemis... OH, you mean Dylan?" Annah responds.

"No, no, Dylan was in trig with us. The other guy." Kashvi says.

"What other guy was with us in chemistry~... Mark?" Annah says in an unsure tone.

"Also in trig." Kashvi tells her.

"Ugh!"

"Kashvi! Stop being so difficult! Give her a hint or something!" Ane intervenes.

"I think he sat like one row behind you, diagonal to your left, if you can picture that." Kashvie tries to help Annah visualize the classr— wait...

"Behind me and diagonal to my left? Um~... OH!" I hear banging on the table, "I think know who it is you're talking about!" Annah starts to sound exciting.

"He had like the—"

"YEAH, he did have that kind of hair!" Annah cuts Kashvi off as she's starting to get with the program, and hearing this made me stop feeling up Helga's chest and let her go away so that I could turn around and see if I was with the program.

"And he always wore those beat-up sneakers." Kashvi gives more nerve-wracking information.

"Yup. I know who exactly you're talking about!" Anna says in a sure tone.

"Oh, wait, I know also, now that you mention the sneakers and hair. Yeah, what was his name again? Wasn't it like... Stan or something?" Ane gets herself more involved the in conversation.

"No, definitely not. It was Sean, I think." Kashvi says.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, I don't think so~. I know a lot of Seans, so I would def remember him having that name. I think his name was Jamaal." Annah throws her guess in.

"No, that really doesn't right." Ane denies.

"Dequan." Annah says bluntly.

"No way. I think it was Brandon." Kashvi states.

"I remember Brandon from chem. He sat in front of me, so no." Annah says.

"Franklin?" Ane says with a shrug and looks at the two for confirmation.

"..."

"..."

"...Yeah, Franklin! His name was Franklin." Annah confirms while nodding her along with Kashvi and Ane... even though Franklin is nowhere close to my name.

"So why'd you bring up Franklin, Kashvi? Better yet, why are you remembering him?" Ane asks with her eyes squinted at Kashvi while continuing to refer to me incorrectly.

"I was just thinking about my boyfriend and how we started talking to each other a couple days before we finally graduated this year, and that made me realize how that guy had a crush on Annah, hahaha!" Kashvi says, putting her hand over her mouth as she starts laughing.

"Oh, yeah, that's right~! He did. I'm starting to remember things now and it's so cringe." Annah folds her arms on the table and puts puts her face on them as if she's embarrassed about this.

"Yeah, it was so obvious that he was crushing on you!" Ane goes along with what they're saying, showing me that all three of these girls truly believed that I had a crush on Annah and that my name's Franklin, both of these things being without a shadow of a doubt very false.

"Hehe, that guy was such a creep." Kashvi states.

"Total weirdo, total loser." Ane gives her two cents about me.

"Yeah. Really was." Annah agrees.

"HAHA! I— *snickers* I remember when we were walking in the hall this one time and he called out to Annah, but I was the only one who heard him and turned to see who it was. And when— *snickers* when I saw him, I turned my head back very quick and said to you guys to not look behind you because he's right there and that we should just walk faster and act like we don't hear him, hahahahahahaha!" Ane recalls an event that I remember all too well, shedding light on what was actually going on then.

"Oh~, yeah~, I remember that, too. It was the end of the day and we were going home." Kashvi says.

"Same. Thanks for that, Ane, glad you were the only one to notice and had the smarts to make that call." Annah says, smiling at Ane.

"Of course. Not gonna have my friend interact with some silent stalker type dude." Ane responds, further dissing me.

"Yeah, he like never spoke and we always caught him looking at us and stuff." Kashvi says something that I can't really deny, but also cannot agree with since it's not as cut and dry as she makes it seem, or at least I don't want to think it is that simple.

"Oh my God and I just remembered how I would sometimes see him watching videos on weird bugs and stuff and even drawing them in his notes!" Annah says what I think has to be the most bitchiest thing that I've heard come from this conversation yet.

"Total weirdo." Kashvi says.

"Facts." Ane says as well, showing me that they're all in agreement.

"Did you guys check out what Kristi posted?" Annah says as she checks her phone.

"No, I don'y think so." Kashvi says as she takes out her phone, prompting Ane to take out hers as well.

Even with all the things that were happening in the restaurant, things for me just went silent after hearing the trio say their stuff about me. I knew that all the things they said about me weren't true and that they were being total jerks about it, but... knowing isn't always enough to fix things. I know that in high school I wasn't some silent stalker, I just... wasn't the best at interacting with others, and for that reason I would blank out when thinking if I should initiate something. I know that I never had a crush on Annah, I just wanted to befriend her since we had so many classes together and I thought it would be something good to start off, but apparently I was wrong since she only remembered me from one class, and even then it was Kashvi who actually remembered me even though that was the only class I was ever in with her; am I... really that non-existent? Non-existent to the point that I can only be remembered when someone else helps in facilitating in the fact that I was someone?

"This— this doesn't make sense. Why did I come here? I knew this would be a bad idea, ever since I saw them come in here, I had a bad feeling about this, but curiosity just got the best of me... whatever. I think I'll just go back over to Marissa and them. Was the place I wanted to finish off at." I turn away from the three's table and start heading back the way I came, "How is it possible for me to be in such a sad mood on a day like— oh! What the?!" I lose my traction on something slip a little. I look down at the floor and see something sticking out from the bottom of my sneaker. Lifting up my foot, I see that a small piece of paper has gotten itself stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I picked it off and flipped it over to see if there was anything written on— wait, wait, I'm— I'm remembering something. Wha— what is it that I'm remembering and why has this small scrap of paper triggered my— the fortunes... the fortunes that I read when leaving Oriental Goodness. That's what I'm remembering, but what were the fortunes? I start tapping my head in an attempt to jog my memory, thinking as hard as I could to remember what I had read.

"One read, 'A smooth long journey! Great expectations.' Hit a little bump in the road just now, but I'm gonna keep my head up, both of 'em. And the, the, *sucks teeth* crap, what the fuck were the other two?! Um... 'An acquaintance of the past will affect you in the near future.' YEAH, THAT'S IT! That's... that's fucking surreal to see come true, but there was one more— OH, it was 'A near surprise awaits you; one that is pleasant.' I... I don't know how to make sense of that last one. The other two were fine, but this one don't seem true. Wow, I should hear myself, saying that words on a piece of paper that came from a cookie with someone's meal aren't true. Like that's a bad thing. Whatever. Guess there just ain't nothing pleasant about the surprise that was seeing the people I graduated from high school with." I continue on my way back to Saudi Servings, but then stop as I've realized something, "Or maybe~ it's just my way of thinking that's making this surprise not pleasant." I say to myself, tapping my chin as I get an idea.

I about-face and go back to where Ane, Kashvi, and Annah are sitting. All still on their phones as I guess once they're out, it's so hard to put them away and go back to having normal conversations. Just a few minutes ago they were all aware of my existence, well... my past existence, but now I bet they were back to forgetting all about me, something that I am now realizing I should be appreciating even more as it can virtually fix anything, and I was about to make some pleasant examples out of these three to support that statement as communicated to me by my stiffening genitalia.