Mental exhaustion.

My head was a mess for the rest of the school day. If you asked me what the topics we went through in class after lunch were, I would not be able to tell you. I said goodbye to the girls at the classroom and headed towards the restroom before I returned home. I locked myself in one of the stalls, peed, and then just… sat there, thinking about what it all meant.

For starters, I had Grace’s red panties in my pocket. I reached for them, held them gently in both hands and looked at them. I’ve never been one to get excited over underwear by itself. They’ve never been a source of arousal for me unless a woman is wearing them. However, this was an entirely different matter. Grace willingly gave these to me, after wearing them, and after having me pick them for her (even if I didn’t know). She was willing to go commando if it meant giving them to me. It was a special gesture.

I grimaced.

I wanted to believe it was, at least. I just didn’t get what was going on. What was I to them? When Grace asked me to hang out, I almost thought she meant something like a date, that she wanted to pursue something more, but then Mila and Sarah asked me out as well. They seemed to have talked about it in the time they left the room. It brought me back down from the clouds. It made me remember the girls only liked me because of the sex. I was, at best, a sex… friend.

I hit my head with my fist a few times. I had to stop getting weird ideas, but at the same time I was aware that putting myself down wasn’t healthy. I had to allow myself to feel happy that these three gorgeous girls wanted to hang out with me, that they wanted to have sex with me, and that, for whatever reason, they were okay with me being with the three of them at the same time. It was far more than I could ask for, and I knew there were plenty of people who would kill to be in my shoes.

But even setting all that aside, there was one thing that bothered me far more, and it was that Grace had apparently been able to tell what I was thinking without me saying much about it. It could be that I was just easy to read, but the girls weren’t the first to tell me I put on weird poker faces. After all, my face freezes when I’m nervous, and that seems to scare people away. Could it be that Grace had the same sixth sense that I did? It wasn’t impossible, but…

No. Enough thinking. Enough brooding. Regardless of the reason, good things were happening in my social life for once! I had to step up and grab hold of this chance! Even if the girls just liked me for the sex, it didn’t mean those feelings couldn’t evolve to something more, right?

…

I let out a tired sigh and exited the toilet stall. I checked my phone on the way out of school. No messages or missed calls. This was the norm. I briefly considered calling Thomas to ask him for advice, but the basketball club had practice today. Besides, the guy had better stuff to do than listening to my dumb insecurities.

I was so distracted that I almost didn’t notice a car coming out of the parking lot. I managed to stop before having an accident, but the guy was going slow, so it wouldn’t have been anything serious. Regardless, he still should’ve stopped.

I followed the car with my eyes as it left. It was a fancy, likely expensive sports car. This was a private school, after all. Plenty of students had cars, and if they did then it was probably something fancy.

The only reason my sister and I could afford coming to this school was due to our grandmother’s inheritance. She, in her infinite wisdom, left literally all her money to my mom. You’d think she’d be neglecting her second daughter, but… I don’t want to get into it right now, but let’s say she was protecting her family, okay? Grandma had apparently made a lot of money betting on horse races, and she gave it all to mom with the very specific instructions to use it exclusively on her grandchildren’s education. As such, my sister, my cousin and I were set even for university.

Where was I going with this? Oh, yeah. I don’t have a car. What little money I’d saved I used on my PC and the cheapest and most decent electric guitar I could buy. I’d say us living in a house so close to the school was a miracle, but in reality mom just had a lot of foresight.

I walked back home with my headphones on to keep me from thinking too much. I took them off before I went in, and I immediately knew I was the first one home. Isabelle was probably hanging out with her friends or her boyfriend, and mom worked until six, so she’d be back in a couple of hours.

I went up to my room to leave my bag and threw myself on the bed face down, groaning into the pillow. I felt mentally exhausted. I think I’d been more stressed in these past four days than in entire months. That said, it had also been a hundred times more fun and exciting. I had sex in school and I even had plans for the rest of the week! I’d be going out with Mila tomorrow, even if just to hang out. Then I’d go with Grace on Saturday and Sarah on Sunday.

I got out of bed with something of a second wind. I changed clothes and put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I went back down to the first floor and did the dishes that were left from breakfast. I dried them up and put them away. I checked the pantry to see if there was anything we were missing, and not noticing anything that stood out, I went back to my room to work on the homework they gave us that day.

I’d paid little to no attention in class those days, and wasn’t a great student to begin with. I needed to at least do my homework. And besides, there was no way mom would let me go out on the weekend if my homework wasn’t ready.

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