I AM SO STRESSED

GABBY:

Jeriota added to my stress. She made me a slave to her sexual needs and gave me no option other than to comply.

I have once thought of telling someone about the deal with Jeriota, maybe Lisa, but how would she receive that I got sucked by her girl and reached my unforgettable orgasm or that I have begun to suck the same girl to orgasm almost every night.

Reporting to the Reverends is the least of my options. First, they will ensure everyone sees how abominable my actions were and finally send me out of school.

Jeriota could be saved. No one would believe she enjoyed going down on me if I told them nor would they believe she reaches the moon when I lick and eat her.

No one would believe me. I would only be held for masturbating. I would be crucified for being so dirty.

I am not dirty. I am only a girl who found the perfect means of dealing with her stress. Well, this means breached. And now, I struggle to cope with everything.

I became louder and more unbearable. Lisa told me a few days ago that my laughter was becoming insincere and forced. She is right. I only laugh these days to hide the things I couldn't talk about; the things Jeriota makes me do.

To think that Jeriota is gay remains unbelievable. Back then when talks about gays came up, she always walked away, proving to everyone that she was irritated by the topic.

How about now? I understand better. Jeriota was not irritated by the topic, she was angry we talked badly about her sexuality.

I do not have a problem with Jeriota being gay; my only problem is recruiting me into it. Masturbating doesn't make me one of her own; I never felt attracted to any girl, nor did I intend to like one.

I do not know anymore. I may not like eating Jeriota but I won't deny liking when she did that to me. It was electrifying; better than touching myself, and I wish she could make me feel that way again.

But Jeriota has changed the game. She has refused to make me feel good. She dominated the deal and declared I would only get to do as she said. I do not like it but no matter how angry I feel, I must please her to keep her mouth shut.

And where in Mary's name is she? I have waited since after dinner. She demanded I pay the price for giving me the key and now she is nowhere to be seen. 

I can't stay out for too long. I have to get back to study. Study hour began after dinner, and I do not want to believe Jeriota has taken to her books and left me here.

That psychopath!

I paced around analyzing the possibility of Jeroita reading at the moment. Nothing is more important to her than studying hours. And as the prefect in charge, she must see every student doing the same. Which means she is busy with her function.

That monster! She must have asked me out here as a punishment for doing crazy things for Lisa.

The truth is that I am yet to understand if Jeriota asked me to stay away from Lisa because she is possessive of me or what. Is she jealous?

I smiled at the thought of Jeriota being jealous of me. It may be nice you know. Or it may be my doom. Wake up, Gabby!

That's it! I am returning to the hostel. I made to leave the store room but the door banged open to my face.

"Eh!" I screamed and held my nose but Jeriota stood with no expression.

"Psychopath!"

I coursed to her hearing, but Jeriota received the fitted name with a smile.

Jeriota is quite beautiful; with her round eyes, long nose, and tight face, she looks like a runway model. Anyone would call her nerdy due to her reading glasses, academic excellence, and short hair, but Jeriota is beyond that. She is not a typical nerd girl.

Jeriota is unsocial and a freak. She is bloody cold and difficult to understand. She is everything you do not want to associate with.

Three weeks in this hide-and-seek didn't get her to soften for me. Her voice and actions remain as rigid as ever, and it hurts.

Wait, what? Do I expect to start a lovey-dovey thing with Jeroita? 

I must be insane. The earlier I accept she is my master and I am her subject, the better for my feelings.

"Hi," she said.

"I thought you went to study and forgot me here." I lamented, and as usual, Jeriota smiled.

She is channeled that way; to smile at my anger. Well, it is a good thing. Jeriota you see, do not smile at anyone. She is known for her coldness and snobby attitude. She doesn't mingle with anything or anyone except her books. She is always going to study or returning from study, and it is good I get to see her smile even though it is half-given.

"I was busy," she said, came upon me, pushed me to the wall, and began to sniff and moan.

"Busy?" I muffled in anger.

She gripped my neck and lifted my face to hers, "Don't use that tone on me," she warned.

I threw my face to the other side but she pushed my head back to face her.

"Throwing tantrums, huh?" She smirked. "That's okay. I will make you feel good today."

"What?"

What does she mean? Is she going to do it to me?

"I prepared you a gift."

Oh! A gift.

"What gift?"

"Undress me."