Revenge – Part 5A – The Red Mist Decends

Porn stories: Revenge – Part 5A – The Red Mist Decends

It was the following Tuesday, lunch time at school. The cafeteria was crowded with other kids eating and generally killing time. Friends talking and laughing, making stupid jokes and throwing stuff around. I always marvelled at the sound of crowds, how a hundred different perfectly ordinary conversations could combine to make a continuous din of meaningless noise.

I was standing in line when someone nudged my arm with theirs. I turned, and there stood my sister, with Jessica at her side.

This was weird. I think it had been literally years since I’d spoken to my sister inside a school building. We never had any classes together, and we even though we shared a car, I was always the one to drive it to and from school because she got a ride from Jessica every day. Once we left the house, we acted like strangers. Of course, we’d been acting like strangers at home too, until very recently.

“Hey, little brother.” she said cheerily.

“Uh, hey little sis.” I answered.

This was a running joke between us. Around age ten or so, we figured out that one of us had to be the “older” twin, but our parents had decided not to tell us, so we’d never be able to argue about it, or something. And thanks to a lazy or careless nurse at the hospital we were born in, the “time of birth” on our birth certificates were identical. Since we had no way of knowing, we’d both just decided that we must each be the older one, and had stuck to it.

It was an old term of endearment that we hadn’t used in years, and the fact that it came to me so easily really only served to make this whole thing weirder.

“You should sit with us today.” she said, smiling and confident.

“Um, what? Why?” I said, moving forward with the line.

“Because.” she said simply.

I rolled my eyes at her and she sighed impatiently, as if I was missing something obvious.

“Because you’re my twin brother, but we never even talk to each other at school. It’s ridiculous. Sit with us, come on.” she said.

I added some stuff to my tray, and moved along some more.

“You know, I do have my own friends to sit with.” I said.

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.

“Yeah right, do you even like any of those guys? You just sit there and barely say two words to them, I’ve seen you.” she said.

There were actually a few different groups of people I sat with, but she was right, I didn’t talk to any of them very much. I’d long suspected most of them wouldn’t notice if I stopped coming into school altogether, but it didn’t bother me. It was enough just to hang out with them, and listen to them talking about whatever was going on with them. It made the meals pass quicker.

I shrugged.

“I’m not big on talking. They’re good company.” I said.

I reached the end of the line and paid for my food, then stepped off to the side while they did the same. I noticed Jessica hadn’t said anything yet. I hadn’t seen her since she’d left, Saturday evening. We hadn’t gotten a chance to talk about what we’d done, the new step we’d taken, but she’d seemed pretty comfortable with it.

It actually made sense that this was happening. The three of us were getting along really well at home, now that Jessica had stopped attacking me every time I walked into a room, but I didn’t know any of their other friends. I hate to use an old cliché, but if there were in fact “popular kids” at that school, it was Rose and Jessica they were sitting with. Not that I could name any of them. I tended to avoid high school drama if I could, it just didn’t interest me.

Rose caught up with me, and I could tell she wasn’t going to drop this.

“Come on, I’m serious.” she said, “You should sit with us. You should meet my other friends, you…” she trailed off.

I looked at Jessica, and I could see how uncomfortable this was making her. She was staring down at the floor, not meeting my eye. There was still the huge, unspoken understanding that Jessica was the reason I hadn’t been sitting with them all along, and that it was only thanks to our new, secret relationship that things had changed.

I looked back at Rose, and I could see the guilt lurking behind her eyes. They wanted to make it up to me for isolating me all those years. At least, Rose did. I actually didn’t know what the hell Jessica wanted, except that she clearly didn’t want to be standing here having this conversation.

As I thought about it, I just decided to go with it. Why the hell shouldn’t I eat lunch with my sister, her best friend who I was secretly fucking, and a bunch of people I didn’t know?

Well, probably a lot of reasons, but I went with it anyway.

“Fine.” I sighed, “Where are we sitting?”

She grinned with victory, and led me over to their usual table. I tried to meet Jessica’s eyes, but she didn’t look at me.

There were only three other people at the circular table, two boys and a girl. Both the guys seemed pretty surprised when they saw me sitting down at the seat Rose guided me towards, sitting opposite the girl, with Rose on my left and one of them on my right. I remembered that the girl’s name was Becky. I recognised her from one of my classes, but I couldn’t remember which. I’d never paid much attention to her, but she was really pretty, with light brown skin, short black hair, and strangely bright amber eyes. Jessica sat in between her and Rose.

Like I said, Becky didn’t look surprised as I sat down, just watched me with a small, almost knowing smile that I found weirdly unnerving.

“Guys, this is my brother.” said Rose as I pulled my chair in. She patted me firmly on the shoulder, as if trying to comfort me.

I introduced myself. The guy to the left of Becky gave a silent nod, and quickly looked down at his food. He had jet black hair, and was quite well built, with wide shoulders and defined muscles on his arms that showed through his t-shirt. I’d seem him around, he was easily 6’4 or 6’5 when standing, but I’d never learned his name.

The guy to my right slid around the table so we were more spread out, then suddenly stuck his hand out to me, waiting for me to shake it. I took it after only a second of hesitation, ignoring how strange and formal it seemed.

“I’m Derek, it’s great to meet you buddy.” he said as he shook my hand.

He was smiling, and seemed to actually mean what he’d said. He had messy blond hair that covered his ears, his fringe swept out of his eyes.

“Yeah, you too.” I replied, smiling back a little.

“I know you.” said Becky.

I turned to her to find that same knowing smile, her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to remember something. Something about her made me nervous.

“Uh, yeah. You’re…Becky, right?” I said. “We have…something, together.”

“Yeeah…” she said slowly. “English, right? Mr. Winters?”

I couldn’t actually remember if that was true, so I just shrugged.

“Well, it’s nice to actually meet you, anyway.” she said.

“Right.” I said, smiling nervously.

She was the first girl I’d really spoken to in a while. Well, unless you count Rose or Jessica. I suddenly remembered the reason I’d never had a girlfriend until very recently. Hot girls made me nervous.

‘Not that I have a girlfriend now’, I thought to myself. I’d made it clear with Jessica that she wasn’t my girlfriend, so why did I just think of her that way? Had to watch out for that.

“Frank.” said the guy to her right without looking up.

He had a deep voice, but spoke quietly. I didn’t know if he was being rude, or if I made him nervous. For some reason it felt like the latter, despite his size. Maybe he just wasn’t good at talking to new people.

“Hey.” I answered.

I turned to Rose to see her beaming at me. I rolled my eyes again, and she quickly struck up a conversation with Becky.

I sat mostly in silence, eating slowly and letting the conversation wash over me without contributing, like I usually did. Derek, Rose, and Becky talked quickly and comfortably with each other, with Frank chipping in every now and again.

Frank’s calm demeanour didn’t change much, so it was hard to say if he was always like this, or if he was like this because I was here. It felt like he was deliberately avoiding looking at me, but that could have been just because I wasn’t talking.
Derek was pretty funny, I found myself laughing or smiling along with most of the jokes he made. He seemed like a warm, friendly person, although he got a little loud sometimes. Becky seemed a little serious, but she had a real sarcastic streak too.

I slowly realised that I was probably the least attractive person at the table. I didn’t really think they were shallow or anything, but it just became apparent to me that Becky, Derek, and Frank were all just attractive people, objectively. Rose and Jessica too, but I already knew that.

What really interested me was Jessica. She hadn’t said a word since we sat down and seemed even colder than Frank, barely smiling or laughing at anything. Maybe actually sitting with me and her other friends at the same time reminded her of all the stuff we did together, and it freaked her out. The weird thing was that no one seemed to notice, no one asked her any questions or tried to include her, not even Rose.

But it wasn’t long before Rose tried to get me to respond. They were talking about some report they had due in for History. I didn’t share that class with any of them, but all the classes had to do it, with the deadline being Friday.

“Did you get it done yet?” Rose asked Becky.

Becky shook her head, taking a drink of coke.

“It doesn’t seem that hard though, I’ll probably get most of it done tonight.” she said.

“Yeah it’s pretty easy.” said Derek, “It’s meant to be, what like 1,500 words? I only did like a thousand, but it’s probably fine.”

Becky shrugged. “Yeah probably.” she said.

“What about you,” said Rose, turning to me, “Have you started it yet?”

I immediately felt nervous again, having to talk, but I mentally shook myself. It was just a conversation.

“Well, it’s due in Friday. I’ve got like three whole days, why wouldn’t I wait until the very last minute?” I joked.

Becky and Rose laughed.

“Ha ha yeah, fuck it.” said Rose.