Grad-Bash Part 4

Story by Cole Stryker on SoFurry

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#4 of Scout's Honor

Part 4 and it is gettin serious lol

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Copyright © 2015 Cole Stryker


Part 4

I never really understood the phrase "fire burning in my eyes" until I saw Brent down at the fire with everyone else. Especially that tiger. He was seriously doing it again. And with the same fucking person no less. I guess his apology from the last time was just him talking out of his ass.

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The day I figured out that Brent had slept with Sam was, for lack of a better term, shit. The next few hours felt like a slow, terribly written movie (it was agonizing). I pretty much failed a test, almost got a detention, almost cried in front of everyone, and, the worst part, it wasn't over. Every day after school was football practice, and since we won all of our games, we were going to districts and quite possibly states. Which meant more practices. And I would sit with the other players' girlfriends and we would sit and talk while they put on a show for us. But that day, the girls sat farther away from me and I could hear them whispering my name, and sometimes even pitiful looks.

I just wasn't having it today. Half way into practice I got up (that was also the time when the players took their break and gave everyone a recount of how good the sex was the night before), made sure everyone saw me get up, and walked to my car and drive off. Though I didn't get far.

I made it a few miles before the tears started. Immediately, I pulled into a furniture stores parking lot and sat there for about thirty minutes until I just couldn't cry anymore. Well, couldn't cry at the moment, when I got home I ran to my room, closed (and locked) the door, and fell onto my bed, burying my face into the pillow. Then the next day I woke up, the fur under my eyes was matted and the pillow was soaked.

I really didn't want to go to school that day, I almost skipped, but I had a couple tests and I'd rather take them in the state I was in then do the impossible make up tests that the teachers gave us (my heart went out to all the kids who were actually sick and had to miss tests, I've heard a 30% on the makeup tests were like a 90%).

That day felt more sluggish then the one before. Instead of eight hours it felt more like eighteen. Maybe it's because I didn't follow my usual routine. I sat alone at lunch, not wanting to bother everyone with my mood, avoided most people, and I didn't even go to football practice. But I made it home without stopping to cry...surprisingly.

The house was dark and lonely. I threw my backpack into the living room and called out for my parents. No one answered. I went into the kitchen (my father was usually in there) but that was empty too. I almost went upstairs to the TV/Bible Study room when something caught my eye. It was a pink note taped to the fridge door. I took the note off the door and leaned against the cool, black granite island.

_ Hi honey! Your dad and I went to Jeanette and Allen's for bible study for a few hours. We'll be home around 9ish. We love you._

Which meant they wouldn't be home till about midnight.

Well that meant I had the whole house to myself. And that meant only one thing: staying in my room and playing video games. And let's just say I was kicking major zombie ass until the doorbell rang. I ignored it, thinking it was one of those Jehovah Witnesses or whatever but the bell kept chiming. After the fifth ring, I sighed and paused the game. I slowly walked down the dark wooden steps, not only was it a bitch to try to see straight after being glued to the television screen, my legs were killing me, and I was in no mood to hear the good word of Christ after the days I've been having.

Without even looking through the peep-hole, I opened the door. The scent hit me like a truck. Instead of looking at a couple scrawny witnesses, my eyes hit a muscular chest with dark grey fur.

"Why weren't you at practice today?" the wolf asked, stepping closer to the door.

I made sure to close the door slightly when I saw him step closer. "Why weren't you at the restaurant?" I countered.

His ears lowered and he declined his muzzle. "Look, that was a mistake-"

"You're damn right it was," I said calmly.

I shut the door in his face and turned my back, taking a few steps then stopping in the foyer. I never talked back to Brent. If he ever said something I didn't like I'd just tap him on the arm to let him know to stop, or remain silent. But this felt...I don't know...good. When I shut the door in his face I felt something amazing. Maybe that's what being independent is like-

The door behind me opened and Brent stepped into the house. Fuck...I forgot to lock the door.

"Scout, just listen," he pleaded. I turned to face him and folded my arms. He took a couple steps forward as he was talking, but I remained fixated in that pose of defiance. And it felt good. "I know that I should have never left you at the restaurant. And I know I really shouldn't have hooked up with Sam. But I love you. I really, really do. I know it might not seem like it, but what happened with Sam had nothing to do with our relationship. He just asked and I should've said no but I couldn't. I just...some part of me wondered what it would be like to be with another guy, you were the only one that I've ever been with. And from being with Sam, you are the only one that I want to be with. When I'm with you I feel...I don't know, alive and excited and so many other things. Sex with Sam meant nothing. And I mean nothing. After it happened I wanted to call you and tell you everything-"

"Then why didn't you?" I cut in, tired of the bullshit.

"Because I was scared that you would leave me," he replied. His tail was limp and his ears were flat against his head, I even think he was slouching. This wasn't the Brent I knew, the Brent I knew was confident and strong. This Brent was sad and...vulnerable. Maybe he was truly scared I'd break up with him.

_ And for good fucking reason._

"And for good fucking reason." The words just flew out of my mouth. Brent's head flew up and he locked eyes with mine. "You think after what you did that I wouldn't break up with you? Are you a fucking idiot? Are you even hearing yourself, right now? You're...you're...you're a self-serving dousche bag who deserves nothing and no one! A cheating, lying, asshole of a boyfriend. You knew how much it would hurt me to go and fuck some faggot, one of my friends no less and you have the gall to come here and expect me to come back to you and think that everything is going to be okay? I know football players are supposed to be stupid bit you take it to a whole new level you mother fucking cheat-"

Through my tantrum my eyes were focused on Brent's, never faltering, trying to burn a whole through his nonexistent brain. But I hadn't noticed him slowly walking towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and the rage I felt moments before faltered. I felt his warmth surround me, the same warmth that shielded me from the cold when we used to go to the beach every night in winter, or the warmth that caressed me when some asshole threw his food on me like I was a dumpster. There was something different about the warmth yes, but...at the same time it didn't. I couldn't find words to describe the feelings I had in that moment, even if I wanted to. There was one word that stuck with me every time I recalled that moment: confusion.

"I love you," he breathed into my ear.

Those words...they were like someone taking a gun and shooting an aquarium's tank. My vision clouded and my throat grew a lump. I pressed my muzzle into Brent's tank top and inhaled his scent. The scent I smelled now was very different from his scent at the door. Safe, friendly, loving. I couldn't help but feel safe as he hugged me tighter.

The fight instantly faded and what was left were two people in love.

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Well...that's what I thought then. But looking back, I can't help but feel so stupid an ignorant. Now I'm looking across the clearing at the supposed 'boyfriend' who loved me two years ago.

_ He really got you._

Don't start with me.

_ You know that he lied to you back then. Why did you not leave him? Find someone else you deserve?_

I didn't know back then.

_ Yes you did. Because I knew. And I told you. But you wouldn't listen. Do all teenagers think they know everything?_

So maybe I did know, so what?

_ Ah, Scout, isn't that the million dollar question...well, not really, it's an easy question to answer. So what if you did know and chose not to listen? Well, look in front of you. Tiger twink is seducing your boy again. And where are you? On the sidelines watching how it plays out. I say confront him right now. End it._

End it?

_ End it._

"Scout?" Kit broke the silence.

I turned towards him and he was giving me a pitiful look. "I think we should go."

_ No._

"No," I replied.

_ End it._

"Let's see what happens," I said.

_ Fool._

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Kit and I waited for around thirty minutes before he nudged me and pointed ahead. But I was already watching. Sam was caressing Brent's arm and he pointed to the woods. They were talking and Brent nodded. He grabbed a beer, and Sam, and rushed off to the forest.

I sat there in mute shock. I couldn't believe it...he was doing it again. With the same person. While I was not even three miles away.

Maybe they weren't doing anything...but if they weren't having sex, what were they doing?

"You can go back to the cabin, but I'm going after them," I said as I got up.

Kit grabbed my arm. "Scout, you don't have to. You know what they're doing."

"I don't know for sure until I see it for myself."

And with that, I carefully tiptoed in the direction they were headed. I heard leaves being crunched behind me and knew Kit had decided to join. We walked in silence, and hopefully in the right direction. We could still see the bonfire's blaze and from time to time see the clearing with the kids from school partying. That made it easier to follow where Brent had gone. Until we could hear the sounds of pleasure resonating to the right of us. That made it a lot easier.

I quickened the pace until we arrived at a smaller clearing, about ten yards from the large clearing with the bonfire. Towards the center was a tall, muscular wolf lifting up his shirt, pants and underwear cast aside, petting the head of a tiger who was on his knees. I could see both were very...happy.

Brent was giving him praises for how good he was to the point where I imagined that I was the one on my knees in front of him.

_ Have at it._

I stepped out of the bushes and into the clearing. Kit tried to stop me but I was too fast. Before I even knew what I was doing I had my arms folded and was just standing there watching him cheat on me. Proof enough.

I cleared my throat as loud as I could manage. Brent looked back then back down again at Sam, then the realization sent his ears up and his tail down. He pushed Sam off of his cock and turned around to face me.

"Scout! What...what are you doing here?"

"Just enjoying a hike," I replied, a moment later I said, "I see you were too."

"Look...um, shit, this isn't what it looks like-"

_ Sure._"Sure."

Before Brent could gather his clothes, I swiveled around and left as quickly as possible. I could hear him calling my name, but I didn't turn around and go back like I used to. For some reason, this time was different. It was over.

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