Her

(Hello! This is my first time writing not only a novel, but an erotic one at that, also English is not my first language so there may be a mistake or two, still I hope you enjoy reading)

(All the characters used within this novel are invented and created by me and by the magic of writing, all of them are over 18 years old, wild. do not confuse reality with fiction and enjoy!)

Right now I am running at match speed.

"It cant be..." I say, short of breath, thinking and running, dodging everything in my path to my house.

My name is Erik Thompson and my life is bad, very bad, but still not that horrible, my parents love me and I can say I had a good childhood, I grew up in a place with lots of love and yada yada, you know, the typical, as a child I was always the first places in my school, I was very smart at least of what a child means smart. This made not only my parents quite proud of me, but also to the people around me, I still have slight memories of how popular I was when I was little, I felt that I could achieve whatever I wanted as long as I tried.

Well, all that changed when I changed schools. kind of obvious, isn't it? Due to my good grades my parents thought that my current school was not enough, so they placed me in a 'high level' school.

'Richard High School'. which by the way, has 2 more years, because why not. again, I know that it is due to helping more with professional training and that even in those years you can take your own subjects and even come out with a technical degree and yada yada yada, but again, two years.

The rest you should already imagine it, my family was not poor by any means, but compared to all the rich kids who attended this "great" school I was very down in the food chain. at first I thought that I could adapt even if it was a little to my new life, but in the end it meant nothing.

The bullying at the start was ok, nothing too much, bothering to hide some things, calling names, stealing a pen or two, but bearable to a certain degree, It wasn't until my first confession that things escalated to a higher level.

Yep, I had the very good, excellent idea to confess to not only the most beautiful girl in my class, but also one of the most popular girls in school. Selena. why? well, the reasons were quite obvious, first of all she was (and still is) incredibly sexy, hot and cute, seeing her walk down the halls was quite a trip for the eyes, and thanks to that I must also thank the schools in general for choosing skirts as clothing for the girls, schools thank you very much.

But besides that, unbelievably she was, like, really nice? crazy, I always had the idea that popular girls were all bitches, or, at least at my old school they were, but she was not only popular but actually nice to be around, maybe she faked it or something? but she even helped me to find my things and helped me search my books when my classmates hidden them, so if she faked it, she was good.

And unfortunately I am weak, or what?, is someone going to tell me that I could not fall in love with not only a beauty, but a really nice girl? to know her was to know defeat. my confession was obviously rejected by her, she helped me more than once before so although it hurt a lot it was going to be something that I was going to recover from. maybe. could be. perhaps.

And yet, this is where my life went to shit, as I said before, that confession was the beginning of my problems, since although I thought that at that moment I was alone with her, without knowing it, a classmate heard my confession.

Great.

Because I got along with her to a certain extent, my male classmates, specifically, the class leading duo Jimmy and Clark decided that they should "show me my place." which meant not only increasing my bullying in general, but also creating 'that' incident which ultimately brought down my little social life.

What was the incident about? It was simple. You see, in my school there were quite a few changing rooms which were normally used by all my classmates, obviously separated by men and women and that is precisely where the problem lies. My classmates in one of their "jokes" locked me in one of the dressing rooms that the women had, they messed up all their clothes and simply waited for them to arrive, what happened next? hell on earth for me and the contempt of all the women in my school.

So yeah, life was bad, Two years have passed since that incident and now I was definitely at the bottom of the food chain. Girls avoided me, boys teased me, and my grades only got worse and worse. At this point it would sound completely depressing, but in my little life there was a light at the end of the road.

Liss, the best (and at this point only) friend of me, who I knew from like the womb and who was also my neighbor.

A very cute and nice girl, with a body that a girl could only wish and a smile that could save a day or two, not only that, she was also funny and very protective of me. so now you would be asking me, why I am not with her if she is that good? the answer to that question is... honestly, I'm a little ashamed of myself.

when we were little it was me who always guided and helped her in everything, when I was in my other school I even helped her by stopping the boys who bully her because she suffered from heterochromia. And now... I don't know, even when we talk I can't help but feel embarrassed by the position I'm in, you could say 'I don't want her to see me like this' is my problem. Honestly this is stupid, but I've known her for so long that this stops me from thinking of her as a future partner for me.

Or at least, it was like that until a few minutes ago.

Finally, I reached my goal. I am in front of my house and without waiting I open the pretty white wooden door fiercely, running I reach my room and fall exhausted to the bed. I hope that my father was not in the house, because otherwise he would come yelling at me for all the noise I made. School ended, I was finally free since tomorrow was Saturday and in the beginning I was thinking about coming home, falling into my room and enjoying my days off playing or watching porn.

But it all ended the moment I saw Liss with another boy from the next class.

Who was he? I didn't know. I think he was one of the sporty guys because of his physique. truthfully, If it was just seeing her with someone else I wouldn't have made so much noise, all the time I saw her surrounded by people since unlike me she was popular to a certain extent. so I didn't care about it and decided to approached her, I lived next door to her so even if we didn't talk as much as before, we still got along very well. but before I even had a chance to speak to her I could faintly overhear the conversation they were having and in order not to interrupt, I listened slightly from the corridor.

"...So, what do you say? Think about it, I'm not expecting an immediate response, and I know it came out of nowhere." said the guy with a smile as if he had told a funny joke.

"I... let me think about it" she said, thoughtful and doubtful. "still, I'll tell you that I really had fun today, I gotta go home now, but could you wait until Monday? I promise to give you an answer by then"

"Got it, then have a good weekend" The guy said with a smile, finally ending the conversation and then running towards the facilities.

…It was the first time since I had come to this school that I saw something like this.

Why hadn't I thought about it before? Was I so blinded to the fact that Liss was my friend that I couldn't see how beautiful she was to everyone else? of course many guys would confess to her and in my heart I hoped that she would have rejected him right then and there. but she didn't, she told him that on Monday she would give him an answer.

That meant that she was considering it, didn't she?

"...Damn it." I said as I hid my head in the pillows of the bed. I really was pathetic, wasn't I? I ran from her for so long, only to realize that I don't want to lose her when she stopped approaching me.

"…No, I'm not going to lose her." I told myself while I recovered my weak self.

I got up from my bed and went to the mirror that I had near my bed, there I looked at myself and showed a face of resilience and a combative smile.

"Tomorrow I'll go to her house and finally confess to her." I finally said to the myself in the mirror the words that I could never get out.

Many years had passed and it is likely that she only sees me as a close friend she has known for a long time at this point, but even so I had to get these feelings out, regardless of her answer, I felt that this would finally make me take a step forward in my life.

With this newfound confidence I quickly began to think of ways to confess and have her accept me and finally go out.

Not knowing what was happening to her, and how my life was about to change forever.