Rotting, chapter 1
-No one's POV -
"Come on Tre! Christmas will be here before you're ready," shouted Reez impatiently. She was standing outside Tre's room in a green bikini top, black shorts and a pair of old red chucks.
"Tre hurry the fuck up," she yelled as she pounded his door.
"I'm trying, I cant find my shorts" came a frantic cry from inside. Reez looked around and spied a pair of deep blue board shorts. She grabbed them and ran back to Tre. She opened his door to give them to him and was greeted with Tre's naked ass jiggling at her. She couldn't resist. She grabbed the towel that was hanging up behind her and wound it up. SNAP!!
"JESUS FUCKED YOUR MUM!!!!" cried Tre in surprise and pain.
"Got you bitch. Hurry up and get dressed. Billie and Mike will be at the pool already. Besides I've got someone there for you to meet,"
-Tre's POV-
Jesus my ass hurts. But it felt so good coming from Reez. I wish I had the guts to just ask her out. She's smart, funny and just plain horny like me. I'll ask her out tonight after practice when we're all together and that. "I'm coming down now Reez and get out of the fridge!!!" I called down the stairs. I took a step around the corner when I was tackled bodily to the floor. All I saw were a pair of green lycra clad breasts and a flurry of dyed fire engine red hair.
"Ready?" asked the blur of hair. I stood up quickly and grabbed Reez by the waist.
"Ready," I said walking out the door.
-Reez's POV-
"Eeek Tre!!" Oh shit I just squealed. Fuck. I DON'T squeal. Especially not around Tre but he freaked me out by grabbing me and carrying me out the door. I'm not complaining though, I've had a crush on him since we all became friends at 13 on school camp...
*flashback*
"Mr. Armstrong, Mr. Prichard..." started Mrs. Goss.
"Dirnt," growled Mike.
"Mr. Dirnt, Mr. Wright and Miss Black. I believe you know why you're here and not outside with the others," continued Mrs. Goss.
"It's because you have a secret love affair with me but you don't want Billie or Mike to feel left out isn't it Mrs. Goss?" asked Tre cheekily giving the geography teacher a sexy wink.
"It's because of these abominations of pictures that have been stuck to every cabin door," said Mrs. Goss holding up two dozen perfectly drawn and re-drawn images of her and the math teacher Mr. Skipe in a very intricate position.
"Well why's she here if you obviously know we've done it?" asked Billie pointing over his shoulder at me.
"A fellow cabin mate of Miss Black said that she was looking suspicious drawing in a book in the cabin. However it is only procedure that she is here a there is no way that a girl would ever do anything as disgusting as this," said Mr. Skipe.
"Well sir, you obviously think of all girls as those prissy bitches that don't have enough brain power between them to pass kindergarten," I said.
"Theresa!!" cried Mrs. Goss at my language.
"Your parents will be getting a letter from the school about this," said Mr. Skipe.
"Whatever," I said coolly getting out of my seat and putting my hand on the door handle.
"And if it happens again you will receive one weeks suspension. I really didn't expect this from someone who came from a religious school."
"I said... whatever." I said as I walked out the door. I kept walking straight for my cabin where there would be some bitch blood flowing as soon as I found out who dobbed me in.
"Hey! You. Theresa, wait up a second," came a voice from behind me. I stopped dead at the mentioning of my name. No one calls me Theresa and I let people know that when they say it. I turned around to see the three boys that were in the interrogation room with me.
"Hi. I'm Billie Joe, this is Mike and this is Tre," said the boy who had obviously called out to me. I lifted my hand in a wave to Tre and Mike whilst still giving Billie the evil eye for calling me by my proper name.
"Hey, so what do you want 'cos I've got a itching for a bitch smashing as soon as I find her."
" We just want to congratulate on you on you drawings," said Mike with a huge grin on his face.
"Thanks," I said to him. I'd only just noticed Tre and how blue his eyes were. "So, are you guys punks?" I asked them.
"Pretty much," said Billie, "why what's the problem with punks?" he eyed my outfit, a Ramones t-shirt, black jeans and green chucks, as if wondering how one punk had a problem with another.
"Nothing at all," I said. "It's just as you've probably noticed I don't get along with most people especially not with prissy chicks. I was just wondering if I could hang with you guys?"
"Sure. Anyone who does shit like that deserve to be friends with us," said Billie with a small smile.
"Thanks. Umm I haven't properly introduced myself have I?"
"Not really," said Tre finally, he'd been sanding behind Mike silently which didn't seem to be his thing.
"Well my name is Theresa Skye Black but only fucktard teachers call me that. I'd safer for you to call me Reez 'cos I've got a mean punch and an even meaner kick."
"I'll believe that when I see it Reez," said Tre giving me a grin. I turned around and kicked the metal trashcan.
"Holy shit!!" cried Billie admiring the huge dint in it.
"That's what a couple years in tai-kwon-do does to you. I had to take it for anger management or something," I said laughing at the look on Tre's face.
"So do you need a hand in your bitch search?" asked Mike.
"I could use a hand," I replied.
"Let's go. I wanna see what these mean fists can do to a person," said Billie happily putting his arm around my shoulder.
Tre, feeling a little left out burst between us and linking his arm through mine yelling, "We're off to see the bitches..."
"The wonderful bitches of camp!!' I finished singing.
*end flashback*
"What're you thinkin' about?" asked Tre as we walked to the pool.
"Just about how much I want to drag you into those bushes over there and fuck you," I said grabbing the front of his shirt.
"Let's go!!" cried Tre with a smile.
"We have to go to the pool first Tre," I said giving him a huge grin. I let go of him and ran ahead.
"Hey, no fair!" called Tre, he had broken a couple of toes a few weeks earlier being an idiot when we were drunk after a band practice so he couldn't run very fast. Tre, Billie and Mike had their own band called Green Day. They were awesome. They played every second weekend or so at Gilman street. After practice we usually just sat around drinking beers and smoking in Billie's basement. His mom didn't care so long as we didn't wake her up or get hurt. Anyway, Tre and I kept walking and talking, mainly about all the fights I got into in my first term at school when I saw a familiar black car.
"Oh my unholy god..." I said, stopping suddenly as my jaw dropped open.
"What?" asked Tre running into me.
"FLEA!!" I screamed as I broke into a run towards the figure leaning on the car.
"T-STA?!" called back the figure of my old friend Flea. I say old 'cos I've known him for about five or six years and 'cos he's 21. I finally got to Flea and engulfed him in a huge hug.
"How you been T?" asked Flea.
"Alright, what about you, I haven't seen you in ages."
"Reez. Shit I'm gonna pass out. Who's this?" asked Tre gasping for breath and wincing at his sore toe.
"Hi, I'm Flea. I'm an old friend of T-Sta's," said Flea shaking Tre's hand.
"Huh?"
"That's me Tre. Flea calls me T-Sta 'cos that's what my niece used to call me when she was little. Let's get inside, Billie and Mike'll think we were hit by a car or something."
-Billie's POV-
Here they come. "Hey Mike, Reeza and Tre and some other guy are here!" I shouted out to Mike who was getting sodas.
'He's not some other guy Billie, you're so rude," Reeza scolded me.
"Hey my name's Flea. I'm an old friend or Reeza's."
"Hey I'm Billie Joe," I said taking his hand and shaking it,
"I'm Mike. So, what have you two been doing that you're so late?" said Mike directing the question toward Tre and Reez.
"Having hot, passionate sex in the bushes on the way here," announced Reez so loudly that everyone at the pool turned and looked at us.
"I forgot how much of a spaz you are T-Sta. You'd better cool down," said Flea as he pushed Reez into the pool.
"BITCH!!!" screamed Reez as she fell into the pool.
-Reez's POV-
We stayed at the pool for a few hours. Somehow only my clothes got soaked so when we went to Billie's house for practice I had to borrow one of his shirts. Flea had gone back to his hotel saying something about meeting up with another old friend. Anyway, we got to Billie's and the guys got into practice almost straight away because Tre was hungry so he raided the fridge. The guys had a gig on next weekend and Billie had written a new song called Rotting. Practice finished at about 7pm with Tre throwing his drumsticks at the wall and complaining that he was hungry.
"Settle petal," I said to him sweetly, like my grandma used to say when I went crazy and started throwing things around, "I'll order us a pizza and get it delivered."
"Well, I'm coming with you upstairs. I don't want you getting some weird-ass pizza like the one you made for us the other week," said Tre collecting his sticks that had somehow lodged themselves into the wall.
"What's wrong with cookies on a pizza?" I asked innocently with a huge grin on my face.
We came back downstairs about ten minutes later. "Pizza'll be about 20 minutes." I announced to Billie and Mike who had been discussing loudly about who had the biggest tits at our school.
"Cool. Chuck us a couple of beers Reez," said Mike.
"Here you are masters. Is there anything else you would like?" is said handing a beer each to Mike and Billie.
"Give me a massage," said Billie.
"And make me some coffee," added Mike.
"One, Billie, do it your fuckin' self and two, Mike, you have a beer. Why the hell would you want a coffee?"
"I like coffee and I like beer so why not combine my two favourite things?" asked Mike with a grin. We spent the next 15 minutes arguing about what you should and shouldn't eat together.
DING!!!
"Pizza's here," Mike cried.
"Thank god. I'm starving," said Tre.
"Tre you're always hungry. And don't worry guys. My shout tonight," I said.
We ate the pizza in no time and when we were finished, the fun started...
"Let's play truth or dare," said Billie.
"Ok you ask first, Bill, " I said.
"Reez, truth or dare."
"Mmm...dare"
"I dare you to call Mrs. Goss and have phone sex with her."
"Easy."
RING!!! The sound resounded through the basement thanks to speakerphone.
"Hello?" came the familiar sound of our math teacher's voice.
"Hello sexy lady," I said
"Excuse me?"
"You're so hot. I'm thinking of you and touching myself."
"I think you have the wrong number."
"Oh no. I've got the right number Cheryl..."
CLICK. BEEEP.
Laughter broke out in the basement. "Ok Billie, truth or dare?" I asked.
"Truth," said Billie confidently, "there's nothing you can ask that I won't have an answer to."
"Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about Tre or Mike?"
Billie jumped up and sat on Mike's lap. "Everyday. Who wouldn't have fantasies about Mike, with his huge muscles and gigantic winding rod?" he said, planting a kiss on Mike's lips.
"My turn, my turn!" shouted Tre excitedly. Mike and Billie looked at each other and gave each other evil grins.
"Ok Tre. Truth or dare?" asked Mike.
"Truth, truth. I choose truth."
"Tre Cool, Do you or do you not have a crush on Reez?" asked Billie with a huge grin.
I knew Billie and Mike had planned for this. I could tell. And amazingly Tre was the least drunk and least stoned (thanks to Billie's stash).
-Tre's POV-
You shit fuckers Billie Joe and Mike. You had to do this to me now. Fuck it. Might as well tell her now. "Umm... .yes. I like Reez," I mumbled.
"What was that Tre?" asked Mike. Fuckin' bastard.
"YES!! I LOVE YOU REEZ!!!" I shouted.
-Reez's POV-
What the fuck? Did he just say he loved me?
"Is this true, Tre?" I asked.
"I gotta go to the toilet," said Billie getting up and heading for the stairs.
"Wait up Bill. I'm gonna get something from the kitchen," said Mike, following Billie upstairs. They had really planned ahead. I turned to Tre. He was looking at the floor.
"Tre?" I said softly. He kept staring at the floor. "Tre!" I said more forcefully. He still sat there. I got up and sat next to him on the couch and put my hand on his. Suddenly he lifted his head and kissed me. It was so awkward because I wasn't expecting it.
"I love you Reez. I always have," said Tre looking into my emerald-green eyes with his ice blue ones.
"I love you too Tre," I said and re-payed the kiss he gave me. This time we both knew what was happening. Our kisses became more passionate and heavy. Soon enough I was sitting on Tre's lap. His hands were moving up and down my back while both my hands were behind his head, pushing the kisses deeper.
"WHOOO!!! FINALLY!!!" came cries from the top of the stairs.
"Come on Tre! Christmas will be here before you're ready," shouted Reez impatiently. She was standing outside Tre's room in a green bikini top, black shorts and a pair of old red chucks.
"Tre hurry the fuck up," she yelled as she pounded his door.
"I'm trying, I cant find my shorts" came a frantic cry from inside. Reez looked around and spied a pair of deep blue board shorts. She grabbed them and ran back to Tre. She opened his door to give them to him and was greeted with Tre's naked ass jiggling at her. She couldn't resist. She grabbed the towel that was hanging up behind her and wound it up. SNAP!!
"JESUS FUCKED YOUR MUM!!!!" cried Tre in surprise and pain.
"Got you bitch. Hurry up and get dressed. Billie and Mike will be at the pool already. Besides I've got someone there for you to meet,"
-Tre's POV-
Jesus my ass hurts. But it felt so good coming from Reez. I wish I had the guts to just ask her out. She's smart, funny and just plain horny like me. I'll ask her out tonight after practice when we're all together and that. "I'm coming down now Reez and get out of the fridge!!!" I called down the stairs. I took a step around the corner when I was tackled bodily to the floor. All I saw were a pair of green lycra clad breasts and a flurry of dyed fire engine red hair.
"Ready?" asked the blur of hair. I stood up quickly and grabbed Reez by the waist.
"Ready," I said walking out the door.
-Reez's POV-
"Eeek Tre!!" Oh shit I just squealed. Fuck. I DON'T squeal. Especially not around Tre but he freaked me out by grabbing me and carrying me out the door. I'm not complaining though, I've had a crush on him since we all became friends at 13 on school camp...
*flashback*
"Mr. Armstrong, Mr. Prichard..." started Mrs. Goss.
"Dirnt," growled Mike.
"Mr. Dirnt, Mr. Wright and Miss Black. I believe you know why you're here and not outside with the others," continued Mrs. Goss.
"It's because you have a secret love affair with me but you don't want Billie or Mike to feel left out isn't it Mrs. Goss?" asked Tre cheekily giving the geography teacher a sexy wink.
"It's because of these abominations of pictures that have been stuck to every cabin door," said Mrs. Goss holding up two dozen perfectly drawn and re-drawn images of her and the math teacher Mr. Skipe in a very intricate position.
"Well why's she here if you obviously know we've done it?" asked Billie pointing over his shoulder at me.
"A fellow cabin mate of Miss Black said that she was looking suspicious drawing in a book in the cabin. However it is only procedure that she is here a there is no way that a girl would ever do anything as disgusting as this," said Mr. Skipe.
"Well sir, you obviously think of all girls as those prissy bitches that don't have enough brain power between them to pass kindergarten," I said.
"Theresa!!" cried Mrs. Goss at my language.
"Your parents will be getting a letter from the school about this," said Mr. Skipe.
"Whatever," I said coolly getting out of my seat and putting my hand on the door handle.
"And if it happens again you will receive one weeks suspension. I really didn't expect this from someone who came from a religious school."
"I said... whatever." I said as I walked out the door. I kept walking straight for my cabin where there would be some bitch blood flowing as soon as I found out who dobbed me in.
"Hey! You. Theresa, wait up a second," came a voice from behind me. I stopped dead at the mentioning of my name. No one calls me Theresa and I let people know that when they say it. I turned around to see the three boys that were in the interrogation room with me.
"Hi. I'm Billie Joe, this is Mike and this is Tre," said the boy who had obviously called out to me. I lifted my hand in a wave to Tre and Mike whilst still giving Billie the evil eye for calling me by my proper name.
"Hey, so what do you want 'cos I've got a itching for a bitch smashing as soon as I find her."
" We just want to congratulate on you on you drawings," said Mike with a huge grin on his face.
"Thanks," I said to him. I'd only just noticed Tre and how blue his eyes were. "So, are you guys punks?" I asked them.
"Pretty much," said Billie, "why what's the problem with punks?" he eyed my outfit, a Ramones t-shirt, black jeans and green chucks, as if wondering how one punk had a problem with another.
"Nothing at all," I said. "It's just as you've probably noticed I don't get along with most people especially not with prissy chicks. I was just wondering if I could hang with you guys?"
"Sure. Anyone who does shit like that deserve to be friends with us," said Billie with a small smile.
"Thanks. Umm I haven't properly introduced myself have I?"
"Not really," said Tre finally, he'd been sanding behind Mike silently which didn't seem to be his thing.
"Well my name is Theresa Skye Black but only fucktard teachers call me that. I'd safer for you to call me Reez 'cos I've got a mean punch and an even meaner kick."
"I'll believe that when I see it Reez," said Tre giving me a grin. I turned around and kicked the metal trashcan.
"Holy shit!!" cried Billie admiring the huge dint in it.
"That's what a couple years in tai-kwon-do does to you. I had to take it for anger management or something," I said laughing at the look on Tre's face.
"So do you need a hand in your bitch search?" asked Mike.
"I could use a hand," I replied.
"Let's go. I wanna see what these mean fists can do to a person," said Billie happily putting his arm around my shoulder.
Tre, feeling a little left out burst between us and linking his arm through mine yelling, "We're off to see the bitches..."
"The wonderful bitches of camp!!' I finished singing.
*end flashback*
"What're you thinkin' about?" asked Tre as we walked to the pool.
"Just about how much I want to drag you into those bushes over there and fuck you," I said grabbing the front of his shirt.
"Let's go!!" cried Tre with a smile.
"We have to go to the pool first Tre," I said giving him a huge grin. I let go of him and ran ahead.
"Hey, no fair!" called Tre, he had broken a couple of toes a few weeks earlier being an idiot when we were drunk after a band practice so he couldn't run very fast. Tre, Billie and Mike had their own band called Green Day. They were awesome. They played every second weekend or so at Gilman street. After practice we usually just sat around drinking beers and smoking in Billie's basement. His mom didn't care so long as we didn't wake her up or get hurt. Anyway, Tre and I kept walking and talking, mainly about all the fights I got into in my first term at school when I saw a familiar black car.
"Oh my unholy god..." I said, stopping suddenly as my jaw dropped open.
"What?" asked Tre running into me.
"FLEA!!" I screamed as I broke into a run towards the figure leaning on the car.
"T-STA?!" called back the figure of my old friend Flea. I say old 'cos I've known him for about five or six years and 'cos he's 21. I finally got to Flea and engulfed him in a huge hug.
"How you been T?" asked Flea.
"Alright, what about you, I haven't seen you in ages."
"Reez. Shit I'm gonna pass out. Who's this?" asked Tre gasping for breath and wincing at his sore toe.
"Hi, I'm Flea. I'm an old friend of T-Sta's," said Flea shaking Tre's hand.
"Huh?"
"That's me Tre. Flea calls me T-Sta 'cos that's what my niece used to call me when she was little. Let's get inside, Billie and Mike'll think we were hit by a car or something."
-Billie's POV-
Here they come. "Hey Mike, Reeza and Tre and some other guy are here!" I shouted out to Mike who was getting sodas.
'He's not some other guy Billie, you're so rude," Reeza scolded me.
"Hey my name's Flea. I'm an old friend or Reeza's."
"Hey I'm Billie Joe," I said taking his hand and shaking it,
"I'm Mike. So, what have you two been doing that you're so late?" said Mike directing the question toward Tre and Reez.
"Having hot, passionate sex in the bushes on the way here," announced Reez so loudly that everyone at the pool turned and looked at us.
"I forgot how much of a spaz you are T-Sta. You'd better cool down," said Flea as he pushed Reez into the pool.
"BITCH!!!" screamed Reez as she fell into the pool.
-Reez's POV-
We stayed at the pool for a few hours. Somehow only my clothes got soaked so when we went to Billie's house for practice I had to borrow one of his shirts. Flea had gone back to his hotel saying something about meeting up with another old friend. Anyway, we got to Billie's and the guys got into practice almost straight away because Tre was hungry so he raided the fridge. The guys had a gig on next weekend and Billie had written a new song called Rotting. Practice finished at about 7pm with Tre throwing his drumsticks at the wall and complaining that he was hungry.
"Settle petal," I said to him sweetly, like my grandma used to say when I went crazy and started throwing things around, "I'll order us a pizza and get it delivered."
"Well, I'm coming with you upstairs. I don't want you getting some weird-ass pizza like the one you made for us the other week," said Tre collecting his sticks that had somehow lodged themselves into the wall.
"What's wrong with cookies on a pizza?" I asked innocently with a huge grin on my face.
We came back downstairs about ten minutes later. "Pizza'll be about 20 minutes." I announced to Billie and Mike who had been discussing loudly about who had the biggest tits at our school.
"Cool. Chuck us a couple of beers Reez," said Mike.
"Here you are masters. Is there anything else you would like?" is said handing a beer each to Mike and Billie.
"Give me a massage," said Billie.
"And make me some coffee," added Mike.
"One, Billie, do it your fuckin' self and two, Mike, you have a beer. Why the hell would you want a coffee?"
"I like coffee and I like beer so why not combine my two favourite things?" asked Mike with a grin. We spent the next 15 minutes arguing about what you should and shouldn't eat together.
DING!!!
"Pizza's here," Mike cried.
"Thank god. I'm starving," said Tre.
"Tre you're always hungry. And don't worry guys. My shout tonight," I said.
We ate the pizza in no time and when we were finished, the fun started...
"Let's play truth or dare," said Billie.
"Ok you ask first, Bill, " I said.
"Reez, truth or dare."
"Mmm...dare"
"I dare you to call Mrs. Goss and have phone sex with her."
"Easy."
RING!!! The sound resounded through the basement thanks to speakerphone.
"Hello?" came the familiar sound of our math teacher's voice.
"Hello sexy lady," I said
"Excuse me?"
"You're so hot. I'm thinking of you and touching myself."
"I think you have the wrong number."
"Oh no. I've got the right number Cheryl..."
CLICK. BEEEP.
Laughter broke out in the basement. "Ok Billie, truth or dare?" I asked.
"Truth," said Billie confidently, "there's nothing you can ask that I won't have an answer to."
"Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about Tre or Mike?"
Billie jumped up and sat on Mike's lap. "Everyday. Who wouldn't have fantasies about Mike, with his huge muscles and gigantic winding rod?" he said, planting a kiss on Mike's lips.
"My turn, my turn!" shouted Tre excitedly. Mike and Billie looked at each other and gave each other evil grins.
"Ok Tre. Truth or dare?" asked Mike.
"Truth, truth. I choose truth."
"Tre Cool, Do you or do you not have a crush on Reez?" asked Billie with a huge grin.
I knew Billie and Mike had planned for this. I could tell. And amazingly Tre was the least drunk and least stoned (thanks to Billie's stash).
-Tre's POV-
You shit fuckers Billie Joe and Mike. You had to do this to me now. Fuck it. Might as well tell her now. "Umm... .yes. I like Reez," I mumbled.
"What was that Tre?" asked Mike. Fuckin' bastard.
"YES!! I LOVE YOU REEZ!!!" I shouted.
-Reez's POV-
What the fuck? Did he just say he loved me?
"Is this true, Tre?" I asked.
"I gotta go to the toilet," said Billie getting up and heading for the stairs.
"Wait up Bill. I'm gonna get something from the kitchen," said Mike, following Billie upstairs. They had really planned ahead. I turned to Tre. He was looking at the floor.
"Tre?" I said softly. He kept staring at the floor. "Tre!" I said more forcefully. He still sat there. I got up and sat next to him on the couch and put my hand on his. Suddenly he lifted his head and kissed me. It was so awkward because I wasn't expecting it.
"I love you Reez. I always have," said Tre looking into my emerald-green eyes with his ice blue ones.
"I love you too Tre," I said and re-payed the kiss he gave me. This time we both knew what was happening. Our kisses became more passionate and heavy. Soon enough I was sitting on Tre's lap. His hands were moving up and down my back while both my hands were behind his head, pushing the kisses deeper.
"WHOOO!!! FINALLY!!!" came cries from the top of the stairs.
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