Frequencies of Us Chapter 51: Tunes and a Twist

Noah POV

My hands still feel his, warm and tight, and my gut twists, hot and shaky, thinking about Sofia’s text about Ortiz’s shed and that key sliding by my sneaker. The jocks’ tires squealed outside, fading slow, and my throat’s dry, stuck with hope, because we’re close, yeah, close to cracking this wide open. My legs bounce, restless, because I need to move, need to fight this with him.

It’s after school now, kids gone, and I’m in the tech room, my heart racing loud in my ears. My sneakers tap the floor, quick and soft, and my hands shake, sweaty and fast, because I’m rigging a radio, messing with wires, trying to catch something big. I’m mad, mad at Caleb, at Lena, at Ortiz, and my face burns, hot and tense, because they’re playing us, framing Mateo, and I need proof. I twist a knob, my fingers trembling bad, and my breath puffs, quick and rough, because static crackles, then clears, and I hear it—Ortiz’s voice, ordering Lena’s payout.

My gut sinks, heavy and fast, and my heart slams, wild and loud, because it’s real, he’s in on it, paying her to mess with us. My legs shake, mad and excited, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, because this is it, yeah, the break we need. I want to yell, want to run to Mateo, but I hold still, my knuckles white on the radio, because it’s proof, proof they’re liars, proof we can win. My chest jumps, steamy and fast, and my face burns hotter, because it’s big, bigger than I thought, and I’m scared, scared but ready.

Footsteps stomp, loud and close, and my heart jumps, slamming hard in my chest. It’s Dad, bursting in, yelling, “No more!” His voice is rough, mad, and my gut twists, tense and quick, because he’s grounding me, locking me down again. I snap, “I’m out!” my voice cracking, shaky and wild, because I can’t stay, not now, not without Mateo. He grabs my arm, pulling me up, and my chest heaves, air stuck, because I’m trapped, maybe, and my face burns, mad and lost, fighting to break free, fighting for us.

I yank away, my heart racing wild, and my hands shake, restless and hot, because I’m done, done letting him hold me back. My chest aches, raw and tight, and my gut flips, scared and mad, because Ortiz’s voice is still in my head, and I need Mateo, need him bad. My phone buzzes, soft in my pocket, and my heart skips, loud and fast, because it’s him, texting, “You good?” My throat’s tight, needing him close, and my fingers fumble, texting back quick, my breath shaky, waiting for his words.

He replies, “Come here,” soft and warm, and my gut twists, steamy and alive, because it’s him, pulling me in even from far. I sneak out, my legs wobbly, and my chest buzzes, hot and fast, because I’m going to him, can’t stay away. I find him by the track, his sneakers in the dirt, and my heart slams, wild and loud, because he’s here, waiting, and my gut flips, flirty and raw, because I want him, now, bad. He grabs my hand, smirking soft, “You’re mine,” and my throat’s tight, needing more, needing him real close.

I lean in, whispering, “Yours,” my voice low, flirty and raw, and my knees brush his, sending heat up my legs. My chest flutters, steamy and warm, and my breath puffs, loud and fast, because he’s looking at me, eyes soft, making me feel alive. I pull him behind the shed, my heart thumping wild, and my gut twists, hot and fast, because I can’t wait, need him now. My hands grab his waist, fast and firm, pulling him against me, and my chest presses his, heartbeat slamming together.

I kiss him, hard and hungry, my lips crashing into his, and he kisses back, just as needy, his hands gripping my shoulders. My skin burns, every touch lighting me up, and I push him against the shed wall, my body shaking as I grind into him, feeling him hard against me. My breath’s quick, hot on his lips, and I groan, low and deep, my gut clenching as he moans, soft and desperate, sending heat straight through me. My hands slide up his shirt, fingers digging in, warm and smooth, and he gasps, loud in my ear, making my heart jump, wild and fast.

My lips move to his neck, sucking hard, and he tilts his head, letting me in, his hands tugging my hair. I thrust slow, my hips rocking firm, and he pushes back, steamy and wild, matching me perfect. My mouth finds his again, wet and messy, and I taste him, sharp and sweet, my head spinning fast, lost in him, lost in us. My hands drop lower, grabbing his hips, pulling him closer, and I grind harder, feeling him tremble, hot and needy. His nails rake my back, sharp and real, and I groan louder, my body shaking bad, chasing the heat, chasing him.

We’re locked together, hips slamming hard, the shed wall rattling soft. His tongue slides with mine, deep and fast, and my gut’s on fire, building tight, ready to burst. My breath’s ragged, lost in his moans, and my heart slams, loud and wild, because it’s him, driving me crazy. I press harder, my hips thrusting deep, and he moans louder, pulling me in, making me ache for more, making me feel everything. My body shakes, heat pooling low, and I kiss him deeper, tongues tangled, because it’s us, real, and nothing else matters.

A door bangs, loud and close, and my heart jumps, slamming hard in my chest. I pull back, my breath heaving, my face burning red, and Mateo’s eyes snap to mine, dark and wild, lips wet from me. It’s a guard, coming near, and Caleb’s text pings, “She locked me out,” his words shaky, scared. My gut twists, tense and fast, because he’s out, maybe free, and my chest locks, air gone. Sofia’s text follows, “Shed’s got gear,” and my hands stay tight with Mateo’s, warm and rough, because it’s us, still us, even now.

My head spins, mad and confused, and my heart thumps, loud and wild, because Caleb’s out, and the shed’s loaded, tying it all up. Mateo squeezes my hand, his breath fast, and my gut flips, flirty and raw, because he’s here, fighting with me. My phone buzzes again, soft in my pocket, and my hands shake, pulling it out quick, my chest fluttering, steamy and alive. It’s Mateo, short and sweet: “We’ve got this.” My breath catches, stuck in my throat, and I look at him, close and sweaty, his smirk soft, daring me on.

I glance past the shed, my eyes squinting into the dusk, and my gut twists, hot and fast, because footsteps echo, guard getting closer. My face burns hotter, and my hands shake, gripping Mateo tight, because it’s big, pulling us deeper, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, needing him to stay, needing us to win this. A soft hum kicks up, close and real, and my heart jumps, loud and fast. The radio buzzes alive, Ortiz’s voice looping faint, and my chest flutters, steamy and wild, leaving me waiting, tense and shaky, with Mateo’s breath warm on my neck.