My Badboy Knight

TASHA

"Shit Jason! Right there! Fuck me harder! Fuck!"

I halt in my tracks, the familiar female voice chilling my blood to ice. The air in my lungs evaporates the instant my eyes land on the half naked bodies of the two people I thought were my best friend and boyfriend fucking each other's brains out like their lives depend on it.

"Keep your voice down Diane, someone might hear you."

"Shut up Jason and just fuck me!"

My vision starts to blur. Everything in my head and around me starts to spin. I want to shout, but I feel like I am in this weird dream where only the loud moans of Jason and Diane are permitted to be heard and listened to.

I try to force my legs to move, but I am pinned to where I stand. Jason is naked from his waist downwards, banging his dick right into Diane's cunt on the brown mahogany desk in the center of the empty physics lab. Diane, my fucking ass best friend, has her breasts slamming against his bare chest. Her bra, crop top and panties are scattered on the floor. Her short pleated black skirt is hunched up on her slender, curvy waist, giving Jason full access to fuck her cunt well enough while holding down her thighs.

This can't be happening to me.

This can't be fucking happening to me.

I find myself staggering backwards to the door post for support, my school bag slipping from my grasp and falling to the floor with a thud.

The two of them falter to a stop at the sound, surprise shining in their wide eyes when they see me, sweat glittering on their faces and bodies. I shake my head, trying to know if I can erase the image of what I am seeing right now.

But nothing happens. Their half naked bodies are still here, etching into my mind so that I don't forget their betrayal.

"Tasha listen," Jason starts, pulling out of Diane, who yelps a bit. "Listen I can ex—"

I grab my bag from the floor and swerve around, bolting out of the lab and into the corridor. I push through anyone that has the fucking guts to stand in my way. Jason is yelling my name and telling me to stop, but right now, I can't stop. I need to keep on moving so that I can feel the ground beneath my feet. I need to keep on moving so that no one will notice the hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

When school dismissed fifteen minutes ago, I wondered where Jason and Diane might have suddenly disappeared to almost at the same time. Jason left the class first, and Diane disappeared a minute later. A tiny piece of paper had fallen off from Diane's desk when she wanted to put her textbook into her bag before she left, and I wanted to tell her about it, but Diane had been acting strange for a couple of weeks lately, and my girly instincts had notified me that a guy was involved.

Little did I know that the guy in question is my boyfriend.

As I scramble down the corridor leading to the locker hallway, I struggle to fill my lungs with air, covering my mouth with my palms to stifle the shrill cry fighting to escape my lips.

This cannot be happening to me. This cannot be true. So Jason has the damn guts to cheat on me. And he is even that bold enough to cheat on me with my best friend.

When I picked up that paper and opened it, I was taken aback when I saw a handwriting that looked exactly like Jason's. I was so sure that the handwriting belonged to Jason, but I trusted that asshole too much that I discarded that thought. Jason can't possibly be telling another girl that he can't wait to have his dick buried inside her.

However, I was hell bent on finding out who Diane's mystery guy is, and I followed the information on the paper, which indicated that the both of them plan to meet in the Physics Lab. I went out of the class room and headed directly towards the Physics Lab. When I arrived there, I was not so surprised when I heard loud moans and grunts, afterall, her mystery guy stated that he wanted to fuck her.

But, I was not prepared for the heart wrenching sight my eyes met when I caught Jason slamming his dick right into Diane.

Their betrayal gnaws at my guts, and when I arrive in front of my locker, it takes everything in me not to puke in the midst of the crowd of students hovering around their lockers in the hallway.

I wipe my eyes furiously with the back of my palms and open my locker to grab my Literature textbook. Just then, I hear Jason shout my name again.

"Tasha!"

I feel someone's grip on my shoulder, turning me around with force. My eyes land on the bastard's face.

"Babe lis—"

I dump my Literature textbook to the floor and allow the back of my right palm to deliver a deafening slap on his left cheek, shutting up his motherfucking gutter of a mouth. He staggers back, shock shimmering in his wide eyes. A faint stain of blood colors the back of his hand when he wipes his lips.

Motherfucker.

The shrill frustrated scream that I have been fighting to silence since I ran out of that lab rips out from my throat so loud that all the students chattering in the hallway clutch their ears.

When I stop screaming, the entire hallway falls silent. Dead silent that even the sound of a pin dropping to the floor can be heard.

A sickening chuckle echoes in the air, breaking the silence, and my blood boils at the recognition of the voice it belongs to. I turn around, seeing Diane twirl her dirty blonde hair around her index finger, blowing her pink bubble gum like a damn slut.

How could she. . . .how could she do this to me?

Pain rips my heart afresh, and it takes everything in me not to collapse back into my locker.

"I am so sorry Tasha," she chimes, her voice teasing and snarky. "It is just that Jason is just really too good and too tasty for you to enjoy him all alone. I mean don't you think it is selfish for you to—"

"ENOUGH YOU WHORE!" I yell.

"Jason is mine Tasha! Mine!" She yells back, her brown eyes shining with a hatred I never knew she had for me.

Fuck this! I will not take this bullshit from this fucking slut.