No Longer Friends Chapter 1

(This is a transgender story, so if you aren't comfortable with stories of this nature I advise that you keep an open mind, or simply look over this deviation)

Chapter 1

To be honest I have been in more fun situations. End of exam parties are supposed to be where you go wild and get off with the nearest person of the opposite sex, as long as she isn't considered among your group of friends to be 'bad.' If you break this rule your life for the next few weeks is made to be pure hell. The piss taking never ends and believe me it's NOT bearable. This is the reason I wasn't drinking or having the time of my life dancing half naked around a field with the rest of my friends. I don't trust myself and I hate everything about my life.

Last week it happened to me; I had sex, not for the first time, but yeah I had sex at a party. It was great at the time, well at least it probably was…if I could remember it that is. I was told I had done on Monday after French by one of her friends, Rachel. She was laughing her ass off, as would I. If someone you know does something like that you take the piss for as long as the joke stays funny, that's the rule, you fuck up, you get ripped on for the next few weeks. Brianny is one of my friends, she's that 'slow' friend that everyone has, and she would be perfectly normal if she wasn't big. I don't want to sound like a body fascist but if you are a hormonal teenage boy with hormonal teenage friends, having such an obvious visual defect in a negative way means that you are off limits. I'm not a shallow person either, if I really did like her I would have stuffed my friend's ideals and just gone for her, but she is a friend nothing more. So yeah….I slept with her and went home as soon as Rachel told me I had done it. I'm good at dealing with jokes at my expense, very good, but after the party for the next few days I was as low as a pensioner's testicles, and I just couldn't deal with it. The next two weeks past and my mental stability was driven right to the edge of breaking point, the jokes and piss taking came on at full force and were unrelenting. After my punishment was over I swore to myself I would go to the next party and not drink at all; to see if I could enjoy myself without the help of alcohol.


I was also in a monstrously bad mood because of my so called 'best friends.' I had been before my incident with Brianny having a sexual relationship with my best friend, Hannah. She had been having major troubles with her ex-boyfriend, Mitchell and had been round my house talking to me about how he had called her a 'fat pig.' I leant in to give a soothing hug, then before I knew it, she had pulled me in for a long kiss, told me she had 'always liked me' whilst she was going out with him, and she wished she had never met him. From then on things got worse with Mitchell and she eventually dumped him and we began a sexual relationship for a few months. Since I had never really had a proper relationship with a girl before, despite being a good looking guy, I soon was swept off my feet and fell atrociously in love with her. It was great and I was happier than i'd ever been, and she kept saying to me 'give me time and I'll be ready to try a proper relationship between us.' Which made me assume after a short wait I would have the girl of my dreams. What a moron I was.

Before I knew it, after months of an extremely close and sexual 'adventure,' she announced she couldn't do it anymore and ended everything. Then a week later, I caught her kissing my best guy friend, Will. I found out that they had been talking about getting together for a week and Will knew what me and Hannah had been doing together. I was heartbroken to say the least, my two best friends had lied to me, gone behind my back and had been so selfish enough to crush me and my feelings for the sake of them being together. ONE WEEK! That was all it took, the same day a week earlier me and her had been having sex and now she was pulling and going out with my best friend. The next few weeks were hell for me, even everyone finding out what Hannah and will had done to me and them basically being outcast didn't make me feel any better, I hated my life. I couldn't get over her and had to see them together every day and know she was at his house probably fucking him now, and now I got to see them all lovey-dovey together at the party.

At first, it went great; everyone was buzzing, school was over, we were all free of AS exams and had an extra-long summer to look forward to. I was talking to a cute girl called Nicole from 'Nearbrook Academy' down the road from my school 'Nearbrook Grammer School,' and yeah the town I live in is called Nearbrook. But back to Nicole, she was really talkative, had big green eyes and curly browny-grey hair. She clearly didn't want to talk to anyone but me. I definitely wasn't complaining, if I scored with her my new status of 'the chubby chaser' would be blown away….That's the thing with friends, you know they're your best friends when they would rather take the piss than help you out. Thank god she was talkative though, I mean I know (without being cocky) that I am one of the best looking guys in my group of friends, I look after my body and I try to be as kind as possible….but I am crap at talking to new people; I get so incredibly nervous and just usually resort to the same topics: music and bitching. But although I could talk for hours about music (since all I did in my spare time is read about, and listen to music) I didn't need to; she was driving the conversation herself and I was really starting to like her. She was one of those people who are unique, their opinions are different from everyone else's and they really listen to yours. They don't try to follow people just to obtain an image, she was so interesting for just being herself – I really liked her.

Then the alcohol appeared and a stampede heads towards the bottles in the cooler. It happens at every party I have ever been to, you suddenly get drawn to the alcohol and soon everyone is fighting for a drink. Soon more appears, beer turns to vodka and wine turns to tequila and soon everyone is drunk. This is the point I'm at now, I'm watching Nicole dancing with my friend Barry, but to be honest I don't really mind, he's 16 and he hasn't even kissed a girl yet; this is a good chance for him…I've never worked out why either he's a pretty good looking guy. Ahh well good for him, but to be honest I'm still bored as hell. There were thirty-five people here and only five weren't drinking. One of my friends, Jack never drinks he prefers to just laugh at everyone else who is drunk.  I can't do that because I just can't help but think what fun everyone else is having. I could talk to Dan, he's the nicest person on the planet, he's the one guy that's so kind, no-one in my friend group takes the piss out of…. He's that much of a legend. But even he was having a few drinks and had moved away from the 'Talk to Frank' corner taking Jack with him.

Now there were only three people left that I could have a coherent conversation with: Emma, Hannah and Mitchell. But Hannah was in Will's bloody arms as I had expected. They were  two of my closest friends, but I wanted nothing other than for both of them to burn, neither of them had shown any remorse or apologised, in fact Will had said to Jack that he didn't even care that we weren't friends anymore because he 'had Hannah now.' I shook my head and forced myself to stop looking; besides it would probably give me diabetes if I watched for too long. That left Emma, a girl i'd got close to through Brianny recently.But she was nowhere to be seen.

"Wait where the hell is she?" I panicked. I turned and saw her in her drunk boyfriends arms swapping saliva like there was no tomorrow.

"Great I'm alone, miserable and without a girl at this supposed to be amazing celebratory party. Fucking thanks god, any more of my dreams you want to ruin?" I thought to myself.

I went into the house next to the field to take a piss, walked past Barry and Nicole kissing, regret and anger was rising in me as I filled the toilet bowl. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror: long, thick brown hair in a curly side swoop, bright grey-blue eyes, long eyelashes, high cheekbones and a skinny but well-toned body. WHY THE HELL WASN'T I WITH A GIRL RIGHT NOW?

I sighed…..

"Am I really that dependent on alcohol to have fun? It's not like I even need to get with a girl. But still maybe one drink wouldn't hurt…I want a night to remember, and maybe ease my other pains." I argued with myself for a full five minutes before slapping myself and forcing myself outside. I made my way towards the beer cooler. But then Joe's arms were around my waist.

"Jermaine man I love you so much for hosting this party man, I've got with three girls already mate…FUCKING HELL I'M HIGH ON LIFE"

"Joe you look like an ad campaign for alcoholics anonymous" Ollie shouted. Both of them were clearly almost having an out of body experience.

"Fuck you Ollie Just because I've got off with three girls tonight already"

"No you didn't, one of them was me so that Amber would kiss you in return, then you just stuck you tongue in her mouth again when she wasn't expecting it."

"Whatever man, at least I've pulled a female tonight; you've just been sticking your hands down girls tops and running for the hills as soon as they turn round"

"RUUUN TOO THE HIIIIIILLS" Ollie began to sing Iron Maiden

"RUUUNN FOOR YOUR LIIIIIIIFE" Joe joined in. I was left stunned at how stupid their conversation was.

"That was a great banter session Joe but I'm gona return to Mount St Melons" and Ollie ran off again. I turned round and Joe already had his arms around Amber again.

"Fuck it," I thought "I want to make no sense like that too." I found the cooler and opened it to find that all the beer had been replaced with vodka, no bad thing. I was just about to reach in when there was a blinding flash of light.

I turned to see that it had suddenly started pouring heavily and I quickly became soaked and cold. I could hear voices from the other side of the field shouting.

"Prepare your wet titties for boarding ladies" I heard Ollie shouting.

I turned round and saw Joe's face buried in Amber's chest.

"AHHH wet t-shirt competitions are the best" he mumbled.

"My friends are fucking idiots" I thought.

It was then that Emma grabbed me from behind.

"Jermaine you climb right, you really good at it aren't you?"

"Well I've been doing it for seven years if that's what you mean."

"Well whatever, please can you go help Hannah? She tried to prove to Mitchell that she could climb that oak tree in the middle of your field and she's stuck, and the rain has made her even more paranoid."

"Sure thing." Helping Hannah was the last thing I wanted to do right now. As far as I was concerned I would rather she stayed up that fucking tree, but everyone was already looking over at me expectantly from behind Emma.

I walked over to the tree to see Hannah stuck on the third branch up, a metre above my head.

"She could jump from there" I said.

"Yeah but you know what she's like" Will was next to me trying not to laugh. I resisted the urge to punch him, having the nerve to talk like that around me.

I just got on with getting Hannah down. I wrapped both my hands around the branch above my head, next to the one Hannah was on. I then quickly flipped my legs through the gap between my arms and forced my body up, forwards and over to be sitting perfectly on the branch. I could have done it a simpler way but the six year old in me wanted to be cocky and show off a bit, especially since everyone had gathered round the tree to watch. I got an "OOOOOO" as approval and I began to feel a little bit better about my alcohol dependent situation.

Before Hannah could protest about going down I pulled her hands over to me quickly so that she came off the branch and was hanging from my arms.

"JERMAINE YOU PRICK, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO IT LIKE THAT" she shrieked at me. I fought the urge to just drop her onto her back and ignored her protests. I began lowering her down to Emma and Mitchell.

"Ok you can let her go now Jermaine"

I slowly let Hannah's hands slip through mine, first her wrists, then her palms and then her fingertips.

She screamed as she fell that full terrifying metre and was caught awkwardly by both Mitchell and Emma. I jumped down next to them and watched as Will came over and gave her a hug and told her how 'terrified' he was she would be hurt, even though he had been laughing at her a moment ago. She leant in and gave him a quick kiss.

At this I hit rock bottom, I sunk down and sat on one of the damp roots of the tree and watched everyone walk back over to the tents and alcohol, I could see Will and Hannah walking hand in hand. They were all too drunk to care about me, and I was too depressed to care about them, I just sat by myself under the tree getting more and more wet, wallowing in my sorrows and considering walking home.

I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the tree trying to block the world out and forget my troubles, but it didn't work. Soon I heard footsteps approaching and I assumed one of my mates was coming over to have a piss, I ignored them and put my head in my knees, sighing deeply as I did so. But an unexpected pair of arms wrapped themselves around me and I looked up to see Hannah's face right in front of mine, tears running down her face.

"I'm so sorry" She just about got out before she broke down into tears. She spent the next half an hour sobbing into my shoulder telling me 'how sorry she was and how miserable she was that I wasn't talking to her anymore, how she was so confused after the break up with Mitchell and had never intended to do anything with Will.' Apparently they had gone back to camp and Will had tried to get her to suck him of in the tent, which she refused to do and they had had a monumentally huge argument. She then announced she was mainly upset because she thought if I hated her me and her wouldn't get a chance to be together in the future, anger rose inside of me as I heard this, what a bloody slap in the face that was.

"Well why didn't you take the fucking chance when it was offered to you the-" I didn't have a chance to finish as she put her lips to mine and I was overwhelmed with the oh so familiar taste and emotions I had been trying to forget. She pushed my legs down and straddled my lap and pulled me in more, kissing more and more hungrily. I wanted to stop, I knew she would be back with Will again the next day and I would be even more hurt, but I couldn't stop myself. I now had my hands up her t-shirt and under her bra, playing with her nipples as we kissed, whilst she undid my belt and slid her hands down my boxers and grabbed my cock, I gasped loudly as she did so and she moaned as I squeezed her nipples harder. She then took her hands out again and pulled me in for another kiss, then as our lips met; CRACK!

The back of my head was struck extremely hard and my vision went blurry, then black and I passed out.