Salty

Chapter 3

(Written by yours truly😊 )
--Luke--
School was boring, as usual. It's not like you could expect school to be interesting though. Especially with teachers like Mr. Kiss who only talk about their Hispanic wives or whatever. I couldn't keep track anymore.
"Luke! Hey! Hey Luke!" Kevin yelled, sprinting across the hallway, his backpack bouncing on his back. "I had the /best. Idea. EVER./"
"Go on.."
"We should all stay after. Don't ask why. Just do it."
"Alright, I don't want to go home anyway," I shrugged, telling the truth. I would rather hang out with my friends for a couple more hours and risk a scolding from my mom than go straight home to the torture.
"Great! I already told Zinnia, Jay, Taylor, Justine, Tyquesha and Mitchel," he exclaimed, grabbing my wrist and dragging me over to the group.
"Ready for some...fun?" Jay grinned, as if planning something.
"Oh yes, this will be a night no one will forget," Kevin grinned as well.
"What're you two planning?" I wondered aloud.
"Oh...nothing," they said in unison.
We all followed them to an abandoned music room I didn't know existed.

"Ooohh, hello....visitors, yes, I like visitors...." I heard a low voice grumble. It was Haru, the weird janitor. He wore a striped, long sleeve shirt, jeans and red suspenders.
"Hey Haru, do you mind if we use this room today?" Kevin walked up casually to Haru, as if they talked all the time and were comfortable with each other. I mean, I hardly ever see Haru around. And he kinda acts like he hates Zinnia. There's also the fact that he's the janitor....
"No, no, no problem at all. Use it as long as you like, smol childs..." Haru walked out.
"Alright, let's get down to business," Jay clapped his hands for silence.
"We are going to play....drum roll please...." Kevin waited for a drumroll. "Truth or Dare!"
That's stupid, I thought. It looked like Zinnia agreed. I stayed after for this? Just to play stupid truth or dare? What a waste.
Well, at least I got to hang out with my friends, I guess.
"Luke!" Kevin shouted. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I smiled at Kevin's disappointed face.
"You're boring!" He whined.
"I know."
"Fine. Who do you like?" Kevin raised an eyebrow.
"No one. Ha." I chuckled at my own not-really-a-joke. Kevin just sighed and didn't push me, knowing I wouldn't give in. "Jay, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare. Give me your worst." He grinned, trying to look brave, I guess? I dunno.
"I dare you..." I tapped my chin, thinking. Zinnia whispered something in my ear, but all I could focus on was the sound of her breath, and her hand on my shoulder. "What?"
She rolled her eyes. "I said, you should make him strip down and run down the halls."
I laughed. "No! No one wants to see that."
"It'd be hilarious."
"True. But I'm not making him do that."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"/Fine./"
Kevin was smirking at us. "Will 'fine' be your always?"
"What?" We said in unison.
"Tfios! You've read it, right??" Kevin exclaimed in exasperation.
"Yes, I've read it, but your reference was horrible and not worth noticing," Zinnia shrugged. Kevin just scoffed.
"Well, anyway, Jay, I dare you to lick the floor, I guess," and Jay licked the floor. That was boring.
"Zinnia!" Jay exclaimed immediately. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to take Luke into the janitors closet and--"
"Okay," And Zinnia took my hand and dragged me to the janitors closet.
"You didn't even let him finish his sentence," I raised an eyebrow.
"I knew what he was going to say anyways," Zinnia shrugged, unzipping her multiple sweatshirts.
"You don't know for sure..." I trailed off, watching her begin to take off her shirt. She wore a simple, white bra.
I gulped, backing up against the wall. She followed, smirking and pressing herself up against me. She slid her hands up my shirt slowly, her hands cold but at the same time warm. They explored around underneath my shirt and my back, running he hands up and down. Her touch sent chills down my spine. I decided I should probably do something, so I put my hands on her hips. I had no idea what I was doing, but Zinnia seemed to know, so I just followed her lead.
Even though I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to do this. If this was going where I thought it was.
Zinnia pulled my shirt off and leaned down to kiss me, but stopped right before our lips met.
"You're so hot," she muttered, and I could feel her breath, smell it even. It smelled like mint. As if she had brushed her teeth recently.
My heart was pounding like mad, and I was sure Zinnia could feel it, there was no way she wouldn't be able to. She grinned, chewing her lip.
God, I thought, she's /so hot./
Why is she even interested in me?
What makes me good enough?
I'm not /that/ ugly, but I'm not attractive either, despite what my friends tell me.
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
I shook my head and tried to focus on Zinnia. She had her pants off as well now, and was working on the button of my jeans.
She was so eager, I could see it in her eyes. It was as if I was a drug and she hadn't had a dosage in weeks, months even.
"You ready, big boy?" Zinnia chuckled under her breath, staring at my bulge as if that's who she was talking to rather than me.
I decided I would name my dick Jorge at that moment.
"His name is Jorge," I whispered to Zinnia.
She giggled. "Well Jorge is about to have the time of his life."