Frequencies of Us Chapter 54: Punches and a Pull

Mateo POV

It’s noon now, back at Lincoln High, and I’m walking the halls, my heart pounding loud in my ears. My sneakers squeak on the floor, quick and hard, and my hands clench, sweaty and tense, because I’m mad, mad from everything crashing down. Jocks corner me by the gym, three of them, big and loud, yelling, “Fag’s done!” My face burns, hot and wild, and I swing hard, my fist cracking a jaw, shouting, “Try me!” My voice cracks loud, and my chest heaves, air stuck, because I’m done, yeah, done taking their crap.

My knuckles sting, sharp and raw, and my hands shake, wild and fast, because it feels good, hitting back, but it hurts too, deep down. My legs tremble, mad and ready, and my throat’s tight, words breaking out, because I want more, want them gone. Another jock swings, grazing my cheek, and my face burns hotter, sweat dripping down, because it’s chaos, all piling up. I shove him back, my heart slamming loud, and my gut twists, mad and free, because I’m fighting, yeah, fighting for me, for us.

Sofia runs up, her sneakers skidding loud, and my gut sinks, heavy and fast, because she’s got news, big news. She says, “Shed’s got Caleb’s cans!” and my chest jumps, wild and fast, because it clicks, yeah, the prank’s tied to this, fake cans and all. My hands shake worse, mad and quick, and my throat’s sore, breaking out, because it’s real, Caleb’s mess, Ortiz’s cash, Lena’s pics, all one big knot. My breath puffs, fast and rough, and my face burns, because I’m stretched, stretched thin, but we’re close, so close now.

The jocks back off, muttering loud, and my chest aches, raw and tight, because I’m still standing, still here. Noah grabs my hand, his fingers soft and fierce, saying, “We’ll end it,” and my gut twists, steamy and alive, because his smirk calms me, pulls me back. I whisper, “Yeah, us,” my voice low, flirty and tight, and my breath mixes with his, hot and quick, because it’s him, yeah, cooling my fire. My heart skips, wild and warm, and my hands squeeze his, rough and warm, because he’s mine, holding me steady, making me strong.

We duck behind the gym wall, my hand locked in his, and my legs wobble, restless and hot, because he’s close, so close, and my throat’s tight, needing him bad. My chest buzzes, steamy and real, and my breath puffs, loud and fast, because he’s looking at me, eyes soft, making me feel alive. I pull him into the shadows, my heart thumping wild, and my gut flips, flirty and raw, because I want him now, can’t wait. My hands grab his waist, fast and firm, pulling him against me, and my chest slams his, heartbeat pounding together.

I kiss him, hard and hungry, my lips smashing his, and he kisses back, just as needy, his hands gripping my shoulders. My skin burns, every touch lighting me up, and I shove him against the wall, my body shaking as I grind my dick into him, feeling him hard against me. My breath’s quick, hot on his mouth, and I groan, low and rough, my gut clenching as he moans, loud and desperate, sending heat straight to my cock. My hands rip his shirt up, fingers digging into his skin, warm and sweaty, and he gasps, sharp in my ear, making my heart pound, wild and fast.

My lips attack his neck, sucking hard, and he throws his head back, letting me bite, his hands yanking my hair. I thrust my hips, slow and deep, my dick rubbing him firm, and he pushes back, hot and wild, matching me perfect. My mouth hits his again, wet and sloppy, and I taste him, raw and sweet, my head spinning fast, lost in him, lost in us. My hands slide down, grabbing his ass, pulling him tight, and I grind harder, my cock throbbing as he shakes, hot and needy. His nails claw my back, sharp and real, and I groan louder, my body trembling, chasing the fuck, chasing him.

We’re locked together, hips slamming hard, the wall shaking loud. His tongue fucks mine, deep and fast, and my gut’s burning, tight and ready to blow. My breath’s ragged, lost in his moans, and my heart slams, loud and wild, because it’s him, making me hard, making me crazy. I press harder, my dick thrusting deep, and he moans louder, pulling me in, making me want to fuck him more, making me feel it all. My body shakes, cum building fast, and I kiss him rougher, tongues slamming, because it’s us, real, and nothing else matters.

A shout rings out, loud and close, and my heart jumps, slamming hard in my chest. I pull back, my breath heaving, my face burning red, and Noah’s eyes snap to mine, dark and wild, lips swollen from me. It’s jocks, back with cheers spiking, and Noah shoves me behind a bench, whispering, “Stay!” his voice quick, tense. My gut twists, fast and scared, because they’re near, maybe after me, and my chest locks, air gone. Sofia’s text pings, “Ortiz paid,” and my hands stay tight with Noah’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 Sofia’s words hit hard, Ortiz’s cash ties it all, and the jocks are closing in. Noah 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 Sofia, short and loud: “He’s running.” My breath catches, stuck in my throat, and I look at Noah, close and sweaty, his eyes wide, needing to know.

I peek over the bench, my eyes squinting into the light, and my gut twists, hot and fast, because cheers spike, jocks moving close. My face burns hotter, and my hands shake, gripping Noah tight, because it’s big, pulling us deeper, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, needing him to stay, needing us to chase this. A soft thud hits the dirt, close and real, and my heart jumps, loud and fast. A can rolls by my sneaker, scratched and fake, kicked from somewhere, and my chest flutters, steamy and wild, leaving me waiting, tense and shaky, with Noah’s breath hot on my neck.