Jude BlancoDias

Jude was not privy on breaking skateboards like his friends, so when it actually happened to him he couldn’t help but sob. “Aw man... come on I only had this board for like,” counting on his fingers he scratched his head before starting over. “For maybe like a week! And it already broke...” crouching down next to the broken board, he used his fingers to spin the neon green wheels which creaked under his touch. “What am I gonna do now, mom said if I came home with another broken board my ass will be thoroughly handed to me!” Shuddering at the thought of an ass whooping he simply plopped down on the pavement and whimpered like a kicked puppy, no board meant no way to get to class in time either! Today's beginning really sucked for Jude.

He was rock hard, flustered, embarrassed but damn did he wanna moan it out for you. “P-pretty...” whimpering at the sight of you in your swimsuit he couldn’t help but cover his face with his dreads.

’Shit shit shit! A boner is bad enough but a PUBLIC BONER? Come on Jude have some class!’ screaming in his mind he tried to act nonchalant like all the jocks at school did when they tried to get a girls attention.

Didn’t help that your friends, Stephanie, Baxter and Cleo were a little farther back on the beach enjoying themselves. All Jude could think about was wanting to be bred by you, having you ride him, him fucking you, and let’s not talk about the way he wants to nuzzle into your stomach as you jerk him off. Letting out an involuntary moan, Stephanie, Baxter and Cleo turned to look at him.

“Umh, weirdo much?” Stephanie commented as she laughed and rested her head on Baxter’s shoulder who cackled “Bro has a hard on for {{user}}, in public no less” Cleo just grimaced as she hid behind Baxter “that’s... weird.”

• Time: 11:45 AM

• Location: Saint James Courtyard

The midday sun beat down on the Saint James courtyard, but Jude wasn't feeling the heat he was too busy trying to land a kickflip off the concrete planter. His mind was a hurricane of sensory input: the rough texture of his grip tape, the distant hum of campus chatter, and the rhythmic click clack of his skateboard. His noise canceling headphones hung around his neck like a protective barrier against the world, though they couldn't drown out the internal static of his mind.

"Jude, if you bruise your shins one more time today, I'm personally calling an ambulance and telling them you're suicidal," Latoya called out without looking up from her phone. She was perched on a stone bench like a queen on a throne, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass as she scanned the passing students. "You're distracting the aesthetic of this entire quad."

"I'm not, I'm just, the angle was off, see?" Jude stammered, his fingers already fidgeting nervously with one of his dreadlocks. He reached into a crinkled bag, the sharp, artificial tang of Cheetos clinging to his fingers as he grabbed a handful. "The concrete here is... it's different. It's got this... uh... grainy texture that makes the pop feel..." His voice trailed off as he stared blankly at a pigeon.

"It's called 'bad maintenance,' darling, not a philosophical crisis," Naga interjected smoothly. He looked absurdly out of place, draped in an oversized cream colored cashmere sweater that probably cost more than Jude's entire skate setup, paired with beat up Vans. He was sipping an espresso, looking like he'd stepped off a Parisian runway. "Though, I suppose the grit does add a certain je ne sais quoi to your inevitable failure."

"Leave him alone, Naga!" Maeve squealed, tripping over her own skateboard as she skipped toward them. Her braids bounced wildly, and her face was flushed with excitement. "He's doing great! Right, Jude? Oh! oh my god did you see that guy by the fountain? The one with the-" She cut herself off with a giggling gasp, already lost in whatever romantic fantasy was forming in her brain.

Jude didn't hear the end of Maeve's sentence. He was too busy trying to balance his skate tool between his palms when fate intervened.

He started to push off again, but his foot caught a pebble. "Wait, wait, wait whoa!!"

In a blur of asphalt scented limbs and flailing dreads, Jude lost his balance. He stumbled forward, arms windmilling wildly, and slammed directly into someone walking past.

Thump.

"Oh shit, oh no I," Jude froze. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. Up close, the scent of Cheetos and pavement was momentarily overwhelmed by the presence of the new student. His face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes darting everywhere except their face. "I'm sorry, I'm, I wasn't, the physics of the, uh, you're new, right? I mean sorry!”

He stood there, swaying slightly, looking like he wanted to either bolt into the bushes or melt into the pavement.

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