Chad runs into a friend

Chad is fuming, trying to catch up to Brad after having to scramble to get dressed and clean himself up. Nette's thighs had been coated, and he has cum everywhere. Hurrying through the halls, it's clear that what he's just done precedes him. Probably someone shared a picture, or video. He gets cheers, whispers, and even a few girls offering to lick it off of him.

"Brad, you said I'd get to have sex," he says when he catches up.

Brad walks quickly, his long legs making his pace difficult to match. "Hey, you yourself said that you'd just be a disappointment. Is that really fair to her?"

Chad grits his teeth, not knowing if they feel slippery for real, or if it's a placebo effect. He wants to say something, but he knows that if he talks back to Brad, it'll only make things worse. He doesn't know if he can handle things getting worse. He doesn't know if he can handle what's going on. After school. That's when he'll get his break from Brad. That's when he'll reevaluate whether this is worth it for his sick little masochism kink.

In the lunch room, Brad says, "I'm going to go get some food. Go save us a table. I'll get you some too, if you want, but I bet you're a little full."

"No, please get me food," he says.

"What was that? Are you depending on me to feed you?" Brad says, raising his voice, to be met with snickers from surrounding students.

Chad looks away. "Please bring food for me too, Brad," he says again.

"Well alright, Cum Boy, I guess you deserve it," he says, and heads to the front of the lunch line.

Chad ignores the people's comments to the best of his ability, going to find an empty table. He's sure Brad could sit wherever he wants, but maybe the two need a second apart. He finds a place and sits, to wait. He looks around the room to check exactly how much attention he's getting, to find that not everyone is staring at him. Most are making the occasional glance, and most seem to be watching something on their phones when they do. The other thing he finds is one of his best friends, Nate, passing by. He and Nate have been friends for a long time. There are times that Chad would consider Nate his best friend, though that's sometimes interrupted by another friend of Nate's that Chad does his best not to try to compete with. Nate's a short, skinny guy with jet black hair, and he's about half way to goth, but without the personality to match if you can get him excited about something. Between the two of them, that something is often Smash Bros, and when he gets into it, there's not much that can keep him from talking for hours and hours about some new move or tournament win.

"Hey Nate," he says, inching closer to his friend. He didn't realize how much he needed a friend until this moment. Just to have one person on his side. However, Nate doesn't turn to face him. Was he not loud enough? "Nate!" he says, this time nearly a shout, however, his friend only increases his pace. Chad feels hot, angry tears come to his eyes. He needs someone on his side, dammit. He took this too far. He asks, "is Nate actually Natalie: my pretty, loving girlfriend who is immune to Brad?"