Meet me at the Cresno Bar at 8. - Matt

I read over the text message for the 5th time to make sure that this text was actually for me. I've never gotten text messages like this before. I've only been attending my new high school for a couple months now and already I'm not the most popular guy. At first, I thought I wasn't going to be well liked just because I'm not the most sociable person, but once everyone at school found out that THE Simon Bellamy was recently discharged from a mental institute, everybody started labeling me as the 'Psycho guy who will stab you in your sleep'.

I never got sent to a mental institute because I stabbed someone in their sleep or pulled a gun on someone who I didn't like. I got sent there because...well, let's say that I've got some issues that had to be worked out. Since I was bullied even from my previous school, I had severe depression, suicidal thoughts and sometimes, I had trouble controlling my anger. My parents, who, might I add, are never home because of work, had to come up to the school and get me because I blew up on this one guy and for some reason, I had a pocket knife with me at the time.

After my parents picked me up from school, they sent me to a psychologist who suggested that I be sent to a mental institute to work out my issues so I won't try to harm myself or anybody else. Of course, at that time, my parents didn't hesitate to fill out forms and send me off to a mental institute. I was there for over three months till my psychologist decided that I've gotten better with my emotions and suggested sending me to a new school.

So now, here I am. Back to being the lonely Psycho kid who everybody is afraid of and who everybody likes to pick on. My newest bully is this guy named Matt who just so happens to be my neighbor and he is also in a couple of my classes. I tried avoiding him at all costs because I didn't want to have anything to do with him until I got his text fifteen minutes before, telling me to meet him at some bar right now. I wasn't sure what to think once I received the text. I thought it was some kind of a joke, but on the other hand, I thought that maybe the guy wanted to hang out with me.

Once I got to the bar, I started to get a little bit nervous. I've never been to an actual bar before and I was a little bit worried about being offered a drink since I've never drunk liquor before in my entire life. Though, I knew I had to push back my fears and anxiety.

"Don't get nervous. Just go in there, find Matt and say hello." I told myself as I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart then I started making my way into the building.

The bar was surprisingly filled with people dancing, socializing, drinking and making out. This definitely wasn't my scene, but I can't back down now. Especially if Matt is expecting me. I don't want him to think that I'm some punk pussy.

I slowly made my way through the bar, looking around for any sign of Matt. I was so busy trying to hurry up and find him that I wasn't really watching where I was going and ended up stepping on some girl's shoe.

"Ow!" She shouted.

"S-sorry..." I mumbled out to her.

She scoffed. "Freak."

I briefly watched her walk away after insulting me before I continued to walk through the bar till I saw Matt sitting at one of the couches with a group of people who I've seen at my school. I quickly cleared my throat and approached him.

"H-hey...Matt."

Matt looked up at me and smirked.

"What are you doing here, dweeb? I didn't think bars were your scene."

I nervously tried to smile it off.

"Uh...yeah...Bars..aren't my scene at all, but I got your text and I-"

"What text?" He quickly asked.

"This text." I showed him the text on my phone and he burst out laughing.

I stood there, watching him laugh till tears formed in his eyes, wondering what was so funny. After Matt managed to calm himself down, he wiped a tear from his eye and looked at me, smiling.

"Sorry, dweeb, that text wasn't meant for you. My bad. It was supposed to be sent to Sarah. Whoopsies."

Then, everybody started laughing and I was left standing there, looking like a fool. I had to get out of there fast so I quickly turned on my heel and rushed out of the bar. Once I pushed open the double doors and felt the cool breeze hit my cheek, I let out a deep breath.

"Fucking stupid..." I said to myself.

I couldn't believe I actually fell for that. To think, Matt, the guy who likes to bully me, would actually invite me out to hang at a bar. I must've been really crazy to think that he or anybody else would want to hang out with me. I started feeling pitiful and I wished that I could turn back time and prevent myself from going in there like an idiot.

"There's nothing I can do about it now..."

It was still early and I didn't want to go home yet so I figured I could just walk around town and gather my thoughts.

Before I knew it, my feet had taken me to the bowling alley. I wasn't sure why since I wasn't really in the mood to bowl nor did I have enough money to play one game, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to play a couple arcade games while I'm here.

I pushed open the doors and was immediately engulfed with sounds of music, people laughing and talking and the delicious aroma of fried food.

"I can just stay for one game. That's all." I told myself then started making my way over to the arcade games.

I played a couple rounds of street fighter before I got bored and tired of losing. I turned and looked around to see what else I can do before heading home. I could get some food and listen to the music playing on the speakers? Or I can just sit and watch families, couples and friends bowl together. How depressing. I figured I could just order some food and eat it while walking home so I started making my way over to the food stand, but as I was passing by the shoe stand where you order bowling shoes, I couldn't help, but overhear two guys arguing. Normally I wouldn't care what anybody was arguing about, but the situation seemed a bit entertaining considering it was a teenage guy yelling at a big buffed adult.

"Dude, I told you that I'm not going to scuff up the floors." The teen said.

"I don't care if you scuff them up, rules are rules. You're not allowed to bowl without proper bowling shoes."

"What kind of shitty rule is that? Should I just bowl in my socks then?"

Somehow, that made me slightly chuckle and I wasn't sure why."

The buffed guy sighed then crossed his big arms over his huge chest.

"Listen kid, if you're not going to pay for shoes then get the hell out of here."

"Fine. I don't need to entertain myself here anyways. This place sucks!" The teen guy shouted then he gave the guy the bird before he turned and looked at me.

That's when I was able to get a good look at him. He was really attractive, a few inches taller than me and had dark curly hair. Once he saw me, he smiled and it almost looked like he was about to say something to me so I quickly turned away and started walking away from him.

"Hey, wait!" He shouted after me, but I continued to walk away from him.

Though, I didn't walk away fast enough, because he jogged up to me and started walking beside me.

"Hey, you look familiar. You wouldn't happen to be that new kid right? Simon?"

"What's it to you?" I asked.

"Just wondering. I'm Nathan by the way."

I didn't say anything to him and hoped that he would leave me alone.

"Hey, you wanna go somewhere and do something fun?"

I suddenly stopped in my tracks and looked at him with narrowed eyebrows.

"Fun?" I repeated.

The guy grinned and nodded.

"How is this your idea of fun?" I asked.

I sat on a single bed in a motel room, staring at Nathan as he pulled out a six pack can of beer and set it between us before he plopped himself down on the bed in front of me, crossing his legs indian style.

"What? You never wanted to drink beer in a motel room before?" He asked, grabbing a can of beer then tossed it to me.

I quickly grabbed it in my hands and looked it over before looking back at Nathan like he was crazy.

"Why would you want to waste your money on renting out a motel room just to drink beer?"

"Because my mom would go crazy if she finds beer cans lying around my room. Plus, I've always wanted to drink beer in a motel." Nathan said grinning then he grabbed a beer for himself and opened it up before chugging it.

I watched him as his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he chugged the beer then he let out a satisfied groan before looking at me, waiting for me to take a drink.

"I...I never drunk before." I admitted.

"First time for everything right?" He said then chugged down the rest of his beer before tossing it away and grabbed another can.

I sighed and slowly opened up the beer. If it'll get him to leave me alone then I'll join in on the drinking.

I popped open the can then slowly moved it towards my lips and took a sip. Immediately, I felt a wave of nastieness hit my tongue.

"Ew. This shit is gross."

Nathan started laughing. "Yeah. Beer is sorta an acquired taste." He said then drunk some more of his beer.

I decided to take another sip just for the heck of it and after taking sip after sip, I eventually started getting used to the taste.

A couple hours later, me and Nathan sat against the headboard, facing the tv. We continued to drink the beer until we both started feeling the effects of drunkenness.

"Heeeeeyyy, let's watch some porn." Nathan said then he turned to a porn channel.

On the screen was a man and a woman and the man was banging himself inside the woman. The only noise we could hear in the room was the sounds of skin slapping against each other and the woman's moans and groans.

"Man, look at how wet she is. Wouldn't it be nice to do that to some hot chick?"

I had no words so instead, I continued to drink my beer.

"I guess..."

In the next scene, the woman started giving the guy a blow job.

"Mmm~ It's like you can almost feel her sucking on your own dick huh?"

I took another sip of my beer. "I guess..."

Nathan smiled. "Hey, you ever had sex before?"

I started to feel something in the pit of my stomach. Of course I've never done it before and I'm not even sure if I want to do it with anybody.

"N-no. I haven't...What about you?" I asked, looking at him.

I was quite curious if Nathan had done it before.

He looked back at the tv. "I had a chick give me a blow job before. She was really good. I cummed in like twenty minutes."

I also turned my head back to the tv, a little amazed at hearing that.

"But, it would be hot to bang someone too you know?" He said, looking at me.

I nodded, keeping my eyes on the tv even though I felt a little awkward to be watching porn with someone else. Before I knew it, I felt Nathan's hand on my cheek and his lips pressed against my lips. My eyes widen at the sudden contact, but I didn't pull away. I didn't know why. After a minute, Nathan pulled away and smiled softly at me with drunken eyes.

"We've only got this room for the night so why don't we make the most of it?"

I wasn't sure where he was getting at, but before I could answer, he pressed his lips against mine again. I felt my eyes slowly close as I felt Nathan's soft lips and his warm tongue entering my mouth. I couldn't move or say anything so I just sat there, allowing him to kiss me before he pulled away then started taking off his shirt. I kinda knew where this was headed, but I didn't try to stop it. Instead, I watched as Nathan got on top of me then he kissed me once more, more passionately this time.

While he was kissing my lips and neck, he ran his hands under my shirt and started lifting it up. I followed his movements and allowed him to take my shirt off. I wasn't sure if the beer was making me want this or if this was me that wanted this, but I knew for a fact that I didn't want it to stop.

One by one, we took off articles of clothing until we were both completed naked and we kissed each other passionately one last time till I watched Nathan position him and I felt him starting to enter me.

I managed to croak out a single word.

"N-Nathan..."

"Shh." He quickly shushed me and covered my mouth with his before he started pumping in and out of me and I was at a loss for words as I felt both pain and pleasure erupt from my body.