“Wouldn’t know,” Terry said, apparently missing the rhetorical nature of Nathan’s question.
It wasn’t because of his smarts that Nathan enjoyed hanging around Terry: it was because the guy knew how stacked the game was against men like them. How unfair it was that these ‘alpha’ males got access to all the cunt in the world, whereas good men like Terry and Nathan were left hanging dry. Nathan liked his ‘friend’ because, like him, Terry hadn’t, by his own admission, slept with any girls.
“I guess you wouldn’t,” Nathan said. “No worries. Can’t be helped. Just the way of the world.”
“Guess so,” Terry mused. “Say… you going to Sissy’s bash on Saturday?”
Nathan made a dismissive gesture. “And why the fuck would I bother going to Sissy’s party? Every piece of shit at school is going to be there. And probably pieces of shit from UoE.” The University of Eroshire was an hour or two down the road, but the town of Clinterus, where a lot of student accommodations could be found, was closer, and with the Eroshire rail network having a direct line between Clinterus and Coytoss via Bear Bak, it wasn’t uncommon for first- and even second-year students travelling to visit those still at Bear Bak Elementary. Especially the Sixth Form parties, which tended to get just as crazy as student ones.
“Yeah… but Erith and her bunch are going,” Terry said. “We can be there to see first-hand which bugger gets his dick snapped by the Cock Destroyer this time!” When Nathan didn’t immediately reply, Terry gave his friend a gentle nudge in the ribs with an elbow and said “come on! We’ve missed the last five! Let’s see the sixth bugger get hit by the curse!”
“You’re a sadistic fuck sometimes!” Nathan said, laughing. But his friend had a point: it WOULD be a bit of fun to see the fallout of the curse hit another obnoxious stud. A bit of karma in this unfair world. Only a few hours in the hell-hole that was a large house filled with obnoxious students; Nathan was sure that she wouldn’t be able to resist trying to seduce some guy upstairs to lose her v-card. The screams would tell all in the house that Erith Winters had struck yet again, and she would be one step closer to finally seeing the truth.
That all she deserved in life was Nathan Cade.
“Sure,” he said, grinning. “Why not? I can stomach a few hours of mindless drudgery just to hear that she has struck again. Should be good for a laugh!”
“That’s the spirit!” Terry said, flicking something he’d found up a nostril into the bushes.
*****
Sissy’s parent’s place was a sizeable three bedroom house on one of the nicer streets of Bear Bak, the type where the council cleared up the rubbish every week on time, and the foxes were well fed enough that they never bothered diving in amongst the black plastic bags for the remains of last night’s Just Eat order. The type of street where the pavement was even and never threatened to trip you up if you were too engrossed doom scrolling Twitter on your phone.
All in all, it was a nice place. Which was probably why Nathan enjoyed living eight doors down the street with his parents. Not only did it make the walk to Sissy’s parent’s place easy, but it gave him the knowledge that he could head back whenever he wanted, and the journey wouldn’t be long and arduous in the dark.
One of the reasons why he rarely went out.
Unwilling to head into the house by himself – loud music was already playing from inside – Nathan opted to wait for Terry a few doors down so that they could walk in together. “Do you think we’ve missed it?” He asked Nathan as they walked up to the door of Sissy’s parent’s place.
Nathan shook his head. “She’s just turned up with her two slutty friends,” he said. “Erith might be a total whore but I doubt she’s taken a guy upstairs already.”
Sure enough Nathan spotted the tall brunette in the kitchen, talking enthusiastically to several other girls who had all, at some point over the years, laughed at Nathan when he had tried approaching them. Maybe it was the way he was glaring at her that touched on some sort of sixth sense, for Erith turned her head as he passed the kitchen door.
Their eyes met, and she glared intensely at him until he passed.
Nathan couldn’t help but smirk.
~~~~~
“Why the fuck is HE here?” Erith muttered aloud as she returned her attention to Kari.
“Who?”
“Nathan,” Erith said. “Cade. That lanky creep. He’s decided to show up for some unfathomable reason.”
“‘Unfathomable’?” Sandra said, smirking.
Erith rolled her eyes. “Sorry, my sister’s rubbing off on me,” she said. “Slap me if I start using words with more than two syllables, ‘kay?”
“Slap you if you turn into a buff nerd with huge tits,” Sandra said, nodding sagely. “Got ya. Don’t look at me like that! You know I’d fuck your sister the moment she shows an interest in girls. I came this close-” a finger and thumb were held up barely an inch apart “-to fucking your brother the other weekend. I will not forgive you for cunt-blocking me!”
Grinning at the memory, Erith couldn’t help but tease her friend. “Don’t get sand up your cunt over it,” she said, taking a sip of (fairly) cheap beer. “Eric’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially with a job at H&F that pays a fuck load of money. You’ll get another chance soon, guaranteed.” Another sip while she watched her friend have a moment imagining such a sordid reunion. “Also I didn’t cunt-block you. Blame his girlfriends for that.”
“Fuck, don’t remind me,” Sandra muttered. “How can I compete with twin blonde supermodel business entrepreneurs? Especially when they’ve just flown back from the States early after doing a joint interview with fucking TIME magazine! God… what I wouldn’t give to be in a room with those two… your brother is so fucking lucky!”
Frowning, Erith regarded her bisexual friend. “Who do you want to fuck more, my brother or the blonde chaos monsters he’s joint dating?”
“Truthfully? All three.”
“Yeah… good luck with that,” Erith said. “So why the fuck is the Incel King here?”
“I’m telling you: he’s the one who’s cursed you!” Sandra said. “I mean, how many possible suspects could there be in this town? How many witches, shamans, or crazy magic fuckers do you think Bear Bak has?”
“Well half the teachers hate me, and so do most of the hairdressers in town,” Erith mused. “Plus Brad, my sister’s OTHER side-piece, got real angry when I called his Warhammer toy soldiers.” She took another sip, then sighed. “But I doubt any of them would go so far as to curse me to never lose it. God damn it… I hate that it makes a lick of sense, but what the fuck have I done to him? We’ve barely talked!”
“Only one way to find out,” Sandra said, smirking.
Erith looked horrified.
“She meant just talk to him,” Kari said. “Although if you want to fuck Nathan it might cure him of his crippling disability.”
“Bad posture?” Erith said jokingly, which caused Sandra to laugh and even Kari to crack a smile. “Maybe if I can separate him from that chubby wingman of his I can beat some answers out of him. Get him to spill it all. Confess his sins.”
“You’ll be there all night,” Sandra said. “I’m sure a creep like Nathan has a laundry list of sins.”
“You probably don’t want to hear half of them either,” Kari said. “Imagine what sort of debauchery a guy like Nathan jerks off to.”
It was probably worse than what Erith jerked off to, but she wasn’t going to make any comment about it, in case her friends got curious about what made Erith Winters wet between the legs. That would probably lead to Sandra or Kari discovering Erith’s drawer of toys to give to a future lover.
If she ever got a future lover, and at this rate she was seriously starting to doubt it herself!
She had been debating whether to bother trying her luck tonight, knowing that most of the guys here had heard about both her ‘curse’ and the horrific fates met with the previous men who had fancied taking her v-card. Even if she found the one guy who either didn’t believe in curses, or hadn’t heard about what all the previous dudes suffered, Erith found herself unwilling to put another man through considerable pain just so she could get a chance to fuck.
It wasn’t worth it! She couldn’t face the prospect of having sex with someone until she figured out who’d placed this curse on her, and got Beatrice to rid her of it!
Strangely, being free of the pressure of finding someone who would fuck her gave Erith the opportunity to just hang loose and enjoy the night for a change. She was actually smiling genuinely for the first time in a while, and enjoying the company of her friends with good music (kind of – occasionally someone’s dodgy Spotify selection interrupted the vibes) and reasonably priced drink.
Now though she had the opportunity to confront suspect number two about her condition (Erith was still not unconvinced her brother Eric had payed someone to royally fuck with her just for the shits and giggles, despite what Erin might say.) Maybe it would be a complete waste of time, or maybe Erith might finally get some answers.
(Funnily enough she would, and much, much more…)
Erith didn’t immediately rush off to confront Nathan: she was enjoying hanging out with her friends, and something told her Nathan wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. The only thing that could draw a lonely incel like Nathan Cade to a house full of sexually active and attractive people was the chance to witness her injure another guy in her sixth attempt to get laid.
Well he was going to be disappointed. Erith wanted answers, not dick.
Well… she did want dick… desperately… but answers would lead to dick… so there was that.
“Stop smiling like that,” Sandra said after a half hour had passed. “You’re creeping me out.”
“I’m just thinking about what I’m going to do to him,” Erith said. “Maybe I’ll break his dick with my own bare hands…”
“Don’t. That’s actually assault,” Kari commented dryly.
“Eric can get the charges dropped.”
“I’m sure he can’t represent family.”
“When have the rules ever stopped my brother?” Erith said.
“Don’t look around,” Sandra whispered in Erith’s ear. “Nathan’s staring at you through the window.”
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