Children of The Night

The One They're after

"She's so hot."

"Lucky, fucking bastard."

"She definitely enjoys all the attention she's getting."

"Fuck, just look at her! what I would give to have her wrapped around me--"

"I'd appreciate you not sexualising my girlfriend."

***

The man groaned as his friends once again clustered around his open window. At one point in his life he too was like them, but seeing as it was something of his they were lusting over, he couldn't stand it.

"Guys!" He yelled, throwing their bags at them.

"Pack your shit and go if that-" he pointed out his window, "-was all you came for." He slammed it shut.

"Come on, don't be like that. You can't hog her all to yourself."

The others agreed, ganging up on him, the crude comments starting once more.

"Actually, I can. She's my girlfriend."

"Give us details then. What she like? I bet she could give a man release in seconds -- fuck, bitch!" the once blabbermouth held his broken nose in his grip, falling ungracefully on the floor, the man towering over him, groaning in pain.

"I said leave." They obeyed.

***

He walked over to his open window, his hands clenched by his side, closing it: till a voice coiled around his neck, stopping him.

"Your friends seem just delightful."

He chuckled, humourlessly. Leaning back against it, staring at the girl next door, "you think?"

"Oh totally - great punch."

"I wouldn't have had to do that if you just kept your curtains closed."

"Oh come on, baby," the temptress teased, leaning out, her chest pressed up against the edge, calling for his attention.

"Everyones starved for entertainment, I figured I'd just give them a show, what's wrong -- don't you like it?" she joked, stepping away from the window, letting him see all she had to offer. His eyebrow raised at the flimsy nightgown she wore, as she teasingly slid her hands down her sides, gripping the ends of the gown before lifting it past her head.

She twirled for her onlooker, her eyes beckoning him.

"Do you require entertainment, darling?" He smirked at the whine that escaped her lips.

"Badly."
***

"What are you reading?"

"Texts." The phones light blinded him momentarily before his eyes adjusted to the oncoming array of messages from the class group chat. With the lights in her room empty, the sudden light, mixed with the fast clutter of words drawing on-screen overloaded his head, as he ground his teeth: his head throbbing.

"Again! Those boys have no class."

"Yeah, go back to sleep love." He kissed the side of her head, his phone vibrating with a new message.

He''s totally fucking her right now, he should thank us for setting him up with her.

Honestly, wheres our thanks!

Luke, your jealousy is showing.

Yeah, at least we get to hang with him to see her instead.

I told you befriending him was worth it! Gullible moron

The man laughed as they continued to belittle him. He knew what their intentions were each time they came over, he just didn't care enough to speak on it, after all, he was using them too. He didn't mind reading the harsh words as long as it gave his mom peace of heart as she watched him surrounded by people. He smiled remembering her reaction to the horde of people that came to her house.