The image engraved itself into his memory. Pierce’s body bent over Helen, one of the cheerleaders all the players were fussing about. His trousers on the floor left little room to the imagination. If Ciaran had a last ounce of doubt about the situation, Pierce's hand on her naked body fondling her breasts, erased any possibility of misunderstandings. Her moaning reached Ciaran’s ear as if she was laughing at him. 

Maybe she was. He couldn’t see her face clearly in the darkened room. He was so shocked by the sight, that he watched multiple thrust of Pierce’s hips before Ciaran found his voice again. “What the hell do you think you're doing here, Pierce?”

His voice wavered more than he wanted to, yet he couldn’t stop it. Pierce flinched as if struck by lightning, slid out of the girl before him, and turned around. “Fuck, what are you doing here, babe? Weren’t you supposed to show the newbie around?” He gripped his trousers to pull them up, adjusting his clothes. 

“Is this all you have to say?” Was he serious? Was he fucking serious? He just caught him in the act with that woman, and he wondered why he barged into their sex?

“Oh, come on, babe.” Pierce chuckled and shrugged. “I’m the Piercer, babe. I’ve got to pierce stuff, that’s my thing. Why did you think I own that nickname? And you didn’t want to fuck, so what else is a young, potent man supposed to do?” 

“I don’t know, but how about not thrusting your cock right into the next available hole? Or how about talking to me if you have a problem in our relationship? Do you really expect me to believe you couldn't avoid it just because we were not in bed yet, Pierce? What are you, a rutting moose?” Ciaran snapped. 

Even though he was far smaller than Pierce, he rushed towards him, closing the distance. “Are you such a small little wimp that you’re a slave to every single hormone in your body? Do you have no other choice but to act on every damn impulse and instinct because your retarded brain is unable to withstand the temptation?” 

Who was he trying to fool? “That’s bullshit, Pierce. Simply admit to what you’ve done and live with the consequences! You cannot go around and fuck people telling me there was nothing you could do. You wanted to fuck her, and you did it, that’s the only truth there is to it!” How could he? Just because he didn’t spread his legs towards him on the first mention, he slept with someone else? 

“It’s not my fault. She walked in, without her damn panty on, taking her clothes of, turning me on purposely! Of course, I’m going to fuck her with a body like that”, Pierce countered. He wasn’t conscious of having done anything wrong.

“Oh, so it’s her fault now? Did she turn her breasts into cannons, threatening your life, so you had no other choice to safe yourself than giving her what she wanted? No?” Ciaran snorted. Who was he kidding? He could find a billion excuses for the situation or himself if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t buy it. He wouldn’t forgive him for it.

“You know what? We’re done, Pierce. I don’t care. I don’t care for your excuses, I don’t care if you're the star of the school or whatever. You hear me – I’’m breaking up. Go, fuck whoever you want, whenever you want, but you’ll sure as hell will never ever get any closer to me.” Ciaran turned around, rushing out of the room. 

“Yeah, sure. Fine by me. I only thought it would be nice to fuck your ass because the girls didn’t let me, anyway.” Pierce simply had to shout this words behind him. Ciaran didn’t know if it was thanks to all the students who had accumulated in the hallway, listening in to their argument, or if it was the truth. He didn’t care, either. All he wanted was to get away from all the faces staring at him. 

He felt like such a fool. The red flags were there all along, yet he ignored them. He thought to himself, Pierce was just trying to play it cool with his friends or that he felt like he needed to compensate he was dating a man for the first time. That was never the actual problem. All the blood that was supposed to go to his brain simply sunk right into his cock! 

Ciaran realized Mael was standing closest to the equipment room. Oh, great. He hadn’t just embarrassed himself in front of countless other students but also before the strange newbie. As if the day couldn’t get any better! It surely wouldn’t take long for the whole school to hear about their breakup.

A part of him wished to just run out of school and walk home right away, but he preferred not to give Pierce the satisfaction of driving him out. No matter how hard it would be, this asshole and his friends were not going to see any of his tears. Even though he felt like crying enough to fill a damn lake. Sure, it hadn’t been perfect. But he was happy with it. With Pierce accepting his confession, it finally felt like there was a chance for him to get someone in school as well. 

He wasn’t the only gay teenager in school, of course. But the actual options were scarce. There was the leader of the theater club, Jack, who was the only one at least somewhat attractive in his perception. His personality was a problem, though. He was so self-centered that he rarely cared much for his surroundings. Not to forget, he tended to be eccentric once in a while. To Ciaran, he felt like a walking stereotype he wanted to avoid.

It had taken some effort for the team and the other guys in school to still perceive him as a man and sportsman. The thought of all that crumbling had kept him additionally from considering him.

The bell rang, giving Ciaran the chance to flee right into the remaining lessons of the day.