Frequencies of Us Chapter 66: Over the Edge

Noah POV

Laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart’s heavy, beating slow, aching for Mateo. He’s gone, broke it off last night, and I feel empty, lost without him. My chest hurts, tight and hot, and I close my eyes, replaying every time we fucked. My stomach flips, warm, and my hand slides down, resting on my jeans. I miss him bad, need him here, and my dick stirs, getting hard just thinking about him.

I unzip my jeans, slow, pulling them down, and my dick pops out, thick and ready. My hand wraps around it, tight, and I stroke, slow at first, picturing Mateo pinning me in the shed. I feel his lips, rough on mine, his tongue sliding in, and I moan, soft, “Mateo.” My hand moves faster, heat building quick, and I see him thrusting deep, fucking me hard against the door. My legs shake, remembering his dick inside me, hot and wild, and I pump quicker, panting loud.

I think of the gym, his hands gripping my ass, slamming into me, water slicking us in the shower. My thumb rubs the tip, wet with precum, and I groan, loud, “Fuck, Mateo.” My body aches, desperate for him, and I stroke harder, replaying his voice, “You’re mine,” growling in my ear. My chest heaves, sweat beading up, and I feel him cumming inside me, pushing me over. I cum, hot and thick, spilling over my hand, moaning his name, loud, body shaking hard.

I lie there, panting, cum sticky on my fingers, and my heart twists, missing him worse now. Tears sting my eyes, hot, and I wipe them fast, mad at myself, mad at him. He thinks I want Jamie, but I don’t—just him, always him. My chest feels broken, heavy, and I pull my jeans up, shaky, needing him back. I grab my phone, stare at his name, but don’t text—too scared he’ll say no.

I head to school, legs dragging, head a mess. Kids pass me, loud, but I feel alone, stuck in my head. Then Tara steps up, blocking my way, smirking big. “Hey, Noah,” she says, voice sweet, fake, and my stomach twists, mad already. “Heard Mateo dumped you,” she adds, laughing soft, and my fists clench, heat rushing up. “Shut up,” I mutter, low, but she leans closer, taunting, “He’s done with you. Found someone better.”

My chest burns, rage boiling fast, and I shove her, hard. She stumbles back, gasps loud, and kids turn, staring. “Don’t talk about him!” I yell, voice shaking, and she glares, brushing her skirt. “You’re crazy,” she snaps, loud, and I step forward, fists tight, ready to shove again. A teacher yells, “Noah! Office, now!” and my heart sinks, cold hitting quick. I glare at Tara, breathing hard, and walk off, mad, scared, stuck with detention.

I sit in the office, chair hard, hands sweaty, feeling trapped. My head spins, Mateo’s face everywhere, and I hate this—hate her, hate me, hate him leaving. The principal scribbles something, says, “Detention after school,” and I nod, quiet, chest heavy. I messed up, lost control, and now I’m stuck here, away from him even more. My stomach twists, guilt mixing with hurt, and I stare at the floor, wishing I could fix it.

Then my phone buzzes, loud in my pocket, snapping me out of it. I sneak it out, hands shaky, and see a text from Lena. My breath catches, fast, and I open it, heart jumping. It’s a pic, blurry, but I see it—me and Mateo, kissing behind the bleachers, lips locked tight. My chest stops, ice running through me, and I grip the phone, panic clawing up. She knows, she’s got us, and my hands tremble, fear choking me hard.

I delete it, fast, but my head spins, scared she’ll show everyone. My heart races, wild, and I think of Mateo, mad at me, not knowing this yet. I need to tell him, warn him, but he won’t answer, won’t listen. My chest hurts, tight, and I shove the phone back, hands sweaty, feeling sick. Tara walks by, smirking through the window, and I glare, mad she’s part of this, mad at everything falling apart.

I get through detention, head down, doodling his name on my paper. My heart’s still aching, body still buzzing from jerking off, and I feel him everywhere, like he’s haunting me. I leave school, slow, legs heavy, and kick a rock, hard, mad at myself. I want him back, need him back, but he’s gone, and I’m stuck, lost without him. My chest feels hollow, cold, and I walk home, head a mess, scared of Lena’s next move.

Then my phone buzzes again, loud in the quiet, and I stop, heart slamming fast. I pull it out, hands trembling, and see another text from Lena. My breath stops, quick, and I open it, chest locking up. It says, “Mateo’s next. Watch him fall.” My hands shake, phone slipping, and I stare, panic hitting hard. Fall? What’s she doing? My legs wobble, fear crashing in, and I hear a car screech nearby, loud, close, coming fast.

I spin, heart pounding wild, and see headlights flash, bright, right at me. My chest freezes, stuck, and I stumble back, phone dropping, as the car speeds up, roaring loud. “Noah!” someone yells—Mateo’s voice, sharp, desperate—and I turn, see him running toward me, eyes wide. My heart jumps, hope and fear mixing, but the car’s closer, tires squealing, and I can’t move, can’t breathe, just wait, trapped, as it barrels down, ready to hit.