Goodbye to my chances of fucking her

I refuse to believe Brianne isn't letting me hit on her just because she doesn't like me.

That'd be the most ridiculous thing ever.

At this point, it's personal.

I don't give a damn about the bet with Elaine anymore—this is about me proving something to myself.

I have to fuck Brianne, no matter what.

And to do that, I need to know more about her.

First of all, obviously, I need to figure out why she keeps pushing me away.

That's why I've been tailing her ever since she left school, using the stealth and finesse that only a vampire—the ultimate predator—can pull off.

Or well, that was supposed to be the plan... but yeah, like hell Elaine would ever miss the chance to watch Ordrienne High's number-one playboy stalk the only girl who ever rejected him.

Her presence has made my stealth mission... significantly less stealthy.

«This is the first time I'm stalking someone! I'm so excited—I feel like a real secret agent!»

She's been repeating that nonstop since we left Midtown, where Ordrienne High is, all the way to Long Island City, where we are now.

For a whole hour, like a broken record.

She's been hiding in the most ridiculous ways every time Brianne looks back.

It's honestly a miracle she hasn't noticed us yet.

I think we owe it to the afternoon crowd swarming the streets that Elaine and I—me, dragging along this disaster of a sidekick—managed to follow her this far without getting caught.

So far, nothing strange.

Brianne hasn't stopped anywhere specific or talked to anyone.

But one thing's for sure—she's not heading home.

No way she walks this far every day, round trip.

And things get even worse when Elaine starts whining.

«Come on, Ren, let's just go back! I'm dead tired! She probably noticed we're following her and now she's just wandering around, waiting for us to give up.»

«You're the one who insisted on coming with me to stalk her, so quit whining already!»

Truth be told, I'm getting tired too.

And Elaine's guess—that Brianne might've noticed us—isn't that crazy, actually.

But it's exactly when we're about to give up, ready to let her go, that Brianne finally stops her never-ending walk.

Right in front of… a temple of the God of Light?!

What the hell is this?!

«Oh my God, Ren! She really is a little saintly virgin! Still going to church at eighteen, can you believe that?! I think you might as well start paying for that lost bet—unless you plan on spending the next three weeks chasing after a girl who goes to pray after school!»

But then Brianne looks back one last time before entering—or at least I think she does.

That idiot Elaine finally got us caught!

Well, not that it even matters anymore.

Now that I know what kind of places she hangs around, I honestly don't care about Brianne anymore.

Whether she saw me or not, my chances of fucking her are basically zero.

Although, to be honest, there is something else grabbing my attention right now.

«My dear Elaine... you finally gave in to my dick, huh?»

When Brianne suddenly turned around right before going inside the church, Elaine instinctively jerked back and slammed into me.

And the moment her butt—covered by those heavy, baggy jeans she always wears—pressed against my dick… the beast between my legs woke up instantly.

«Stop acting all smug, Ren! You're the one who got hard the second I accidentally bumped into you!»

And sure, so accidentally… that she still hasn't moved away.

Whatever, that's just how we mess with each other—we tease like this all the time, especially in public.

It's like a game to see who can embarrass the other more.

But still, it's never gone beyond that.

No girl in the world could stay as calm and unfazed as Elaine does when my cock's pressed right up against her ass.

I get hard even when she just sits on my lap, like at the bus stop or during class.

I guess it's a natural reflex, like some radar that switches on whenever it senses something interesting nearby.

But despite all that, she stays totally indifferent.

At this point, I'm more and more convinced Isabelle is right about her—Elaine really is the lesbianest lesbian to ever exist.

And maybe that's a good thing.

If we ever fucked, there's a chance we'd ruin our perfect friendship, and the last thing I want is to lose the only friend I have.

Even if, yeah, it'd be weird to fuck her.

Maybe I'll suggest it one day.

She knows how I am—she wouldn't get mad.