I refuse to believe Brianne is ignoring my advances just because she doesn't like me.
That would be the most ridiculous thing ever.
At this point, it's personal.
I don't care about the bet with Elaine anymore—this is about proving something to myself.
I have to fuck Brianne, no matter what.
And to do that, I need to know more about her.
First, 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 only a vampire—the ultimate predator—can manage.
Or at least, that was the plan… but of course, Elaine couldn't resist tagging along 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 my first time 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.
Every time Brianne glances back, Elaine hides in the dumbest ways possible.
It's honestly a miracle she hasn't noticed us yet.
I think we owe it to the afternoon crowd swarming the streets.
Thanks to them, Elaine and I—me dragging along this disaster of a sidekick—have managed to follow her this far without getting caught.
So far, nothing unusual.
Brianne hasn't stopped anywhere or talked to anyone.
But one thing's certain—she's not heading home.
There's no way she walks this far every single 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 us 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 is, I'm getting tired too.
And Elaine's theory—that Brianne might've noticed us—isn't actually that far-fetched.
But right when we're about to give up, ready to let her go, Brianne finally ends her endless walk.
She stops 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 it?! You might as well start paying up on that lost bet, unless you're planning to spend the next three weeks chasing 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 Brianne hangs around, I honestly don't care about her anymore.
Whether she saw me or not, my chances of fucking her are basically zero.
Although, to be honest, something else is grabbing my attention right now.
«My dear Elaine... you finally gave in to my dick, huh?»
When Brianne suddenly turned back before going inside the church, Elaine instinctively jerked and slammed into me.
And the moment her ass—wrapped in those baggy jeans she always wears—pressed against my dick… the beast between my legs woke up instantly.
«Stop acting so smug, Ren! You're the one who got hard the second I accidentally bumped into you!»
And yeah, so "accidentally"… considering 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—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 is pressed right up against her ass.
I get hard even when she just sits on my lap, like at the bus stop or in class.
I guess it's a natural reflex, like a radar switching on whenever it senses something interesting nearby.
But despite all that, she stays completely 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 it'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.