Pulling my Strings

I examined the picture carefully but couldn't be sure it was my own bathroom mirror. I shrugged it off as one of the crazy imaginations I usually had from being severely gassed out or exhausted.

As you might probably imagine, I spent the few hours of my sleep just before my first class by daybreak dreaming of Belle– it's that crazy. I sprung up from bed immediately my alarm went off and snatched my phone.

I slid down my notification panel in search of messages from Belle but my notifications carried none. With the hopes that still filled up my entire body and soul, I opened the dating site, still no message from her.

I took that moment to read through our chats again, the messages, despite being few, sparked up several flames within me.

After two hours, I realised how much time had gone because I spent those two hours reading our chats a hundred times over. Without thinking, I flew to the bathroom.

With my swim bag slung over my shoulders, I ran down the hallway leading to the swimming pool. As soon as I stepped in, Donald walked up to me and not surprising to me, he had a smirk lurking at the corner of his lips.

“Hey, man, you are late for practice.” he commented as we shook hands which graduated into half hugs with pats in the back. “I suspect you got that girl, Lisaaaa!” he deliberately stressed the last word, making sure that I wasn't going to lie about hearing what he had said.

He raised his eyebrows and brought them down like a robot controlled with a broken battery.

Raising my hands up in surrender, I quickened my steps as I was already receiving death glances from my trainer.

“Yeah, I got Lisa but I got bored of her immediately I ejaculated.” I replied to Donald's question as I unpacked my bag.

“So, what happened then?”

“I asked her to get out, you don't expect her to share the bed with me after that.”

He bursted out laughing, “Typical of you, Crane.” he said, retreating.

I waited for him to get a bit farther before I took my phone out. I was growing impatient and angry that I was being ignored. If she wasn't replying, then it's time to drop something that might make her reply.

“Scared of the real thing, huh?”

Just immediately after I sent the message, she began typing. I let out a deep breath which I had held the moment I clicked ‘send’.

“What real thing? You must be joking, there's nothing real about you. Just a daddy's boy in a designer shirt, driven around in a Rolls Royce, Chevrolet Camaro, Mercedes, whatever car he chooses and a Rolex strapped around his wrist.”

That was quite an insult but instead of bruising my ego, it made my cock hard.

“Ahh, easy there, girl. You might be waking something up.”

I waited for a while but her message didn't pop up, I considered sending another message,

“You talk big but you are just like other girls, hiding behind filters.”

No, I quickly wiped it off, I wasn't going to send that and ruin all my chances of getting her for myself.

And that was it, five freaking days passed without as little as a hello from her. She was doing alot to me but I wasn't willing to give up on her, she had shaken a lot in me and I'd be a big fool if I let her slip away from my fingers without giving her a piece of myself.

Later that afternoon, in one of the most expensive restaurants somewhere far away from school, I sat with Donald and the twins. It was our regular chilling spot and was far above the reach of just anybody.

The twins had their birthday coming up and we were planning the biggest party in Seattle. Their voices were blurred out as I stared out of the window into the garden where two Peacocks were strutting around.

“Hey, man, you seem so distant these days. What's up with you?” Nath asked, shoving me lightly.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, it can't be nothing. You didn't sleep last night or girl issues?” Daniel urged.

“I never have girl issues,” I replied absent mindedly.

“Okayy,” they all chorused with frowns etched across their faces.

I lifted my palms that had been clasped together on the table a little into the air. That was me surrendering in defeat.

“There's this girl, she has been messing with my head.” I announced avoiding their curious gazes.

“A girl messing with your head? Now you are pulling our legs,” Donald said, leaning forward and crossing one leg on the other.

“I'm serious, she's on Blum match, that's where I met her and she is nothing like any girl I've ever met.”

My eyes locked on Daniel's, he seemed to be trying hard to suppress a laughter but he was clearly failing.

“These Blum match girls are not serious, you, yourself lectured us on that. Now, I'm trying to understand how a girl from that site is keeping you restless.” he said after he had roared in laughter.

Nathaniel slapped his palm on my back, “don't worry man, once you cum into her mouth, you'll forget she ever exists.”

My lower lip curled into a smile, but it didn't spread across my chin, it was a fake smile I plastered on my face.

Yeah, it was a bad idea telling them but they could be right. I should be working harder on getting her to meet me, fuck her and everything will be over. Worse still, a small voice just at the very bottom of my heart disagreed with me.

I rose up from my chair, my simple lunch of Turkey sandwich was left untouched. “I have to study for a Biomechanics test tomorrow, it's one of the things I cannot flop because of a girl.”

“Ahh, good for you.” Donald said, offering his hand for a shake, I spread handshakes around and faltered out of the restaurant.

I got into my Rolls Royce and sped home ways. I immediately pulled off my shirt, got out my books and got to work, I wasn't ready to pay someone to impersonate me again as I had already been suspended before for my reckless habits.

It had been my dad's hand that didn't get me expelled, I didn't beg him for help as it something I could clearly handle. I had always been a straight A's student but the one time I wanted to ditch my exam and hire someone just for the fun of it, I got caught.

I was stupid not to remember that I was very popular and my absence would always be noticed. I opened my laptop and spread out my research materials when my phone which was lying close to my laptop flickered on with a notification.

A message from Donald–

“It's your cue to make drinks available for the party”– and not what I wanted to read.

“Hey, big machine,” Another notification, it was from Belle, my heart leaped to my throat in excitement.

“I earned myself a nickname without working for it?” I chuckled and hit send.

“So you would want to work for it? I thought you don't work, everything is served to you on gold trays.” I followed up with a second message.

“Let’s meet, I'd love to prove something to you.”

“No, not yet.” She replied.

While I typed a new message, she sent me a photo. I hurriedly opened it.