She would hit him, push him into walls, scream at him. She hated him for being suicidal. She hated him for making her fall for him so much that she co...ldn't live without him. She tried so hard to tell him that, but he would never believe her. Then one day she found articles on google on how to deal with someone as anxious as Caden, and she began to learn from those. She became more sensitive to him; she listened to him more and let him deal out what he was feeling. He started to push her away. "As he spoke, he became aware of a disturbance down the hall; the noise from the far end had increased a bit and people around him were suddenly craning their necks to see what was going on. Eyes narrowed, Cal pushed closer to the lockers and let his shoulders fall. He then tilted his head around, trying to see what everyone else was looking at.He wasn't sure what was going on. There was a young man he didn't recognize walking down the hall, a huge smile on his face. He stopped frequently to. “Do you want to flip over,” she asked?I was on by back almost before she finished the question.“Can you remove your bra?” I asked, and pop, it was gone and her two beautifully shaped breasts with those sexy, dark, Latino nipples were quickly cradled in my hands. She was standing with her belly pressed against the top of my head as I played with those perfect titties. She bent forward to reach for my fully aroused dick and began stroking it. Her breasts were now on either side of my face. I. The freshmen who'd been on the base was halfway to second and couldn't get back in time."Good play," Coach Calloway yelled. "But if you'd been paying attention, you wouldn't have had to kill yourself to make it." That was one of the things I loved about the coach: his compassion. "Tyler, try short. Mark, take second. Robbie, see if you can get him off the field."I managed to get to my knees by myself, but was happy to have Robbie help me the rest of the way up. We walked toward the foul line,.