Frequencies of Us Chapter 68: Gives and a Want

Noah POV

I’m at the lake, standing on the shore, water lapping at my feet. The sun’s gone, sky dark, and my heart’s heavy, beating slow. Mateo’s not here, broke up with me, and I feel empty, aching bad. My chest hurts, tight and hot, and I kick off my shoes, needing to feel something else. I wade in, water cold, splashing my legs, and swim out, fast, strokes hard. My body moves, but my head’s stuck on him, always him.

I stop, floating alone, water up to my neck. My stomach twists, warm, and my dick stirs, getting hard thinking about Mateo. I can’t stop it—miss him too much. My hand slides down, under my shorts, and I grab my dick, tight, stroking slow. I close my eyes, feel his hands on me, rubbing my chest, and my breath catches, quick and shaky. “Come back,” I moan, soft, water rippling around me, and my hand moves faster, heat building fast.

I stroke quick, imagining his fingers sliding lower, teasing me, jerking me off. My legs kick, keeping me up, and I feel his lips, rough on mine, kissing me deep. “Mateo,” I groan, louder, hand pumping hard, water splashing loud. My thumb rubs the tip, wet and slick, and my body trembles, needing him bad. I see him pinning me, fucking me hard, his dick inside me, hot and wild. My hips buck, thrusting into my hand, and I moan again, “Come back,” voice breaking, desperate.

Water sloshes, cold on my skin, and I jack off faster, replaying his groans, his hands gripping me tight. My dick pulses, thick and hard, and I feel him cumming on me, pushing me over. My hand flies, tight, fast, and I cum, hot and thick, spilling into the lake, swirling in the waves. My body shakes, hard, and I pant, loud, trembling under the surface. My heart twists, missing him worse now, and I float, chest heaving, wanting him back.

I swim to shore, slow, legs shaky, and climb out, water dripping off me. My shorts stick, cum still sticky, and my chest feels broken, heavy with him gone. I sit on the bank, head in my hands, and tears sting my eyes, hot, quick. I wipe them fast, mad at myself, mad at him leaving. He thinks I kissed Jamie, but I didn’t—just him, always him. My body buzzes, still aching, and I hate this, hate being apart.

I head to school next day, slow, feet dragging on pavement. Kids rush past, loud, but I feel alone, stuck missing him. Then Tara steps up, smirking big, holding her phone. “Hey, Noah,” she says, voice fake, sweet, and my stomach twists, mad already. “Check this,” she adds, showing me a screenshot—my name, begging her, “Please, I need you.” My chest burns, rage boiling fast, and I yell, “That’s a lie!”

She laughs, soft, mean, and says, “Everyone thinks you’re cheating.” My fists clench, heat rushing up, and I swing, hard, punching a locker next to her. Metal bangs loud, kids turn, staring, and my knuckles sting, mad as hell. “Shut up!” I shout, voice shaking, and she steps back, smirking still. “Mateo knows,” she says, quiet, and my heart sinks, cold hitting quick. I shove past her, breathing hard, scared he believes it, scared I’ve lost him more.

I sit in class, hands sweaty, head spinning with her words. My phone buzzes, soft, and I sneak it out, heart jumping fast. It’s a pic, blurry, from Lena—me and Mateo kissing, lips locked behind the bleachers. My chest stops, ice running through me, and I hear kids whisper, phones buzzing around me. School’s alive, buzzing loud, and my hands tremble, panic clawing up. It’s out, spreading fast, and I delete it, quick, but my head spins, scared everyone sees us now.

I grip my desk, chest tight, feeling sick. My heart races, wild, and I think of Mateo, mad at me, not knowing this yet. I need to tell him, fix this, but he won’t talk, won’t look at me. My hands shake, fear choking me, and I stare at the floor, wishing I could run to him. The bell rings, loud, and I grab my bag, fast, needing air, needing him. Kids point, whisper, “That’s him,” and my stomach twists, trapped, scared of what’s next.

I get home, slow, head a mess, and sneak upstairs, quiet. My room’s dark, safe, and I drop my bag, shaky, needing to breathe. My chest hurts, Mateo’s face everywhere, and I sit, staring at my phone, pic still burning in my head. I want him back, need him bad, but he’s gone, and I’m stuck, lost without him. My hands sweat, fear growing, and I wonder who’s got it, what they’ll do.

Then Dad bangs my door, loud and sudden, snapping me out of it. I jump, heart slamming fast, and he storms in, holding my phone. “What’s this?” he yells, voice hard, showing the pic—me and Mateo, blurry but clear, kissing tight. My breath stops, quick, and my chest locks up, panic hitting hard. “Who’s this boy?” he shouts, stepping closer, and my legs shake, stuck, fear crashing in.

I grab my bag, fast, and bolt past him, yelling, “No!” My heart pounds, wild, and I run, feet pounding stairs, out the door. He yells, “Noah, get back here!” but I don’t stop, chest burning, scared he’ll send me away, scared he knows. My legs pump, fast, and I hear his boots stomp behind me, closing in, ready to drag me back, ruin everything.