" Wow! You truly have no friends, do you?" I lightly joked once I reached the tiny shade where Charli was seating under, writing on her journal , a tiny tupperware container filled with apple wedges, neatly cut and arranged inside. That must've been what she settled on for lunch, as opposed to making an appearance in the cafeteria for some real food. But I had a feeling she purposefully avoided the cafeteria in the event she runs into one of her bullies. Better to stay safe than sorry. " If you came here to ruin my peace and tranquility I suggest you crawl back into the hole you came out of and leave me the fuck alone," She gave a curt response, glaring daggers into my head , clearly unamused by my presence."Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" I reprimanded in a fake stern voice. " You're not my boyfriend," She said in a quiet yet cold voice, flipping a page on her poetry journal. " But you did kiss me, remember?" I taunted her with that piece of information , knowing tha
" I expect you not to stare into my bedroom window this evening, or ...you know, ever ," Slowly lifting her eyes to feed me her gaze, Amanda said , her fingers suspended atop her keyboard , briefly abandoning her typing task just so that she can address me about what had happened this morning. I arched an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the last of my textbooks before shoving them all into my backpack. The day was finally over and I just wanted to head home and sleep before dinner. Everything that had happened between us this morning was temporarily forgotten , at least I thought but her parading the subject once again was making it kinda hard not to forget.The memory, still fresh , almost as though it had just happened two seconds ago , danced inside my head , shifting from seeing her exposed cleavage to the slight flashing of her pussy. A cold , electrifying shiver shot down my spine as I tried not to undress her with my eyes. " But I like the view," I joked and she rolled her eyes
" Can I ask you something? And please, I want you to take me seriously because what I'm about to ask you is a deeply serious and detrimental question," Normally my conversations with Roxie never started this way . In fact, our conversations were laced with idiocy and typical sibling banter with the frequent use of heavy sarcasm thrown in here and there. But today, I decided to throw all that away as I sought for comfort and wisdom in her room. The look she awarded me the moment I asked her that question was the perfect tell tale sign that she wasn't expecting me to seek her for any sort of advice. Serious or not. " Are you...feeling alright?' Were the first words she managed to stutter once the shock had dissipated from her body. " Come on, Roxie, this is serious," I wasn't in the mood for her bantering, slomping down on her unmade bed . " Can't we have this conversation tomorrow morning? I mean, it's...." She reached over her night stand to grab her alarm clock as she read
Roxie's passing glances directed towards me during breakfast held some noticable suspicion with a slight dash of skepticism, following last night's late night conversation. I tried to avoid her burning looks, tried to shrug off her pestering presence as I politely ate my breakfast but still, I could feel her eyes burning holes in the side of my head. " I know you're lying to me," She informed, once breakfast was done and we were both clearing our dirty plates into the sink as mom tidied up the room. " I have no idea what you're talking about," I gave a nonchalant shrug, making my way back upstairs while the ever annoying Roxie trudged right after me. " So you expect me to believe that you've got the hots for mom's seamstress? She's not even your type," Roxie argued back, her footsteps sounding extra close to mine before grabbing my shoulder to swing me around causing me to face her. Looking down at her tiny frame, her height barely reaching mine as I towered over her like a
This was rare. She was rare. Trapping her between my body and her desk didn't seem like a good idea... until it was. It wasn't my plan to trap her like this but it did seem to keep the tension thick and heavy, watching us share the limited air between our bodies, breathing in the sensuous aroma of her perfume, her aphrodisiac scent that made my head spin. "If you think caging me in like this is going to make me break any rules for you , Maxwell, then you're sadly mistaken," Her voice was soothingly calm and tranquil, her eyes slightly lingering on my lips before shifting those mid wintered sky blue eyes to behold my chocolate brown ones, not breaking eye contact despite the awkwardness of this situation. " I could bribe you instead," I teased with a low husky voice, leaning in to her personal space even more, resting both my hands on either side of her body, enough to really cage her in. To trap her against my body, an inappropriate move considering our glaring age difference,
The taste of her skin against my tongue was like ambrosia. The subtle taste of her apple shampoo gel and her sweat mingling against my taste buds causing me to salivate in a metaphorical sense as I held her tighter. Those forbidden kisses had slowly graduated into me dragging my sleek tongue across her neck skin, tasting her like ice cream on a sunny summer day. She reciprocated with a quiet, suppressed moan, melting under my embrace as my arms trembled with excitement and fear. Excitement, because I was kissing the love of my life. Fear, because I dreading the conversation that would happen once I pulled away from this. My breath fanning her skin before slowly shifting my mouth over to her ear, taking her lobe into my mouth, gently biting on to it. Amanda drew in a sharp breath, fighting the pleasure that was evidently riding inside her blood in ruthless waves. "Max....." She'd been calling my name, almost begging me to unhand her despite the fact that she liked what I was doing
"Hey Abigael, did you gain weight?'Cause those jeans make your ass look fatter than Nicki Minaj's," That statement ushered in a wave of laughter that rippled through the sea of students in my Calculus class.The aforementioned girl pulls the hem of her knitted grey sweater down her torso in an attempt hide her overly exaggeratingly huge butt to no avail,which only seemed to fuel the laughter of the ruthless crowd. With flared cheeks and a sharp glare, Abigael sags down to her seat before burying her face inside a Math book. "Gosh, you are such an asshole,"Not everyone was flattered with my idea of a joke as Hazel's glare pierced me like cupid's arrow as she reprimanded me for that insensitive comment aimed at Abigael's behind. "What, her butt is gigantic!" Another storm of laughter tore through the class like a tornado which abruptly subsided once the classroom doors burst open. The smirk that had decorated my face slowly dissipated as my gaze followed the graceful aura of Mrs.Daw
"Next!" The lunch line swiftly moved as lunch lady Doris slapped her spatula full of overcooked pasta on our lunch trays.Her bored expression and blank eyes revealed her lack of motivation on being stuck on a crappy , dead end job like this. Serving hundreds of students everyday was one of those nightmare you wish to never experience and my pity towards lunch lady Doris was greatly influenced when she slapped the soggy noodles on to my tray, some splashing on to my shirt. The mole sprouted on her left cheek made me shudder as I walked over to the ketchup dispenser over by the far end of the cafeteria. Zac, my best friend, trailed behind me before setting his tray down next to mine as I pumped some ketchup inside a white tiny cup. "I can't believe you asked my mom that insensitive question ,"He scolded me , watching as I filled the tiny cup with the thick red liquid."She's my mother for pete sake!" "Like I didn't know that already,"Setting the tiny cup inside my tray, I moved asid
The taste of her skin against my tongue was like ambrosia. The subtle taste of her apple shampoo gel and her sweat mingling against my taste buds causing me to salivate in a metaphorical sense as I held her tighter. Those forbidden kisses had slowly graduated into me dragging my sleek tongue across her neck skin, tasting her like ice cream on a sunny summer day. She reciprocated with a quiet, suppressed moan, melting under my embrace as my arms trembled with excitement and fear. Excitement, because I was kissing the love of my life. Fear, because I dreading the conversation that would happen once I pulled away from this. My breath fanning her skin before slowly shifting my mouth over to her ear, taking her lobe into my mouth, gently biting on to it. Amanda drew in a sharp breath, fighting the pleasure that was evidently riding inside her blood in ruthless waves. "Max....." She'd been calling my name, almost begging me to unhand her despite the fact that she liked what I was doing
This was rare. She was rare. Trapping her between my body and her desk didn't seem like a good idea... until it was. It wasn't my plan to trap her like this but it did seem to keep the tension thick and heavy, watching us share the limited air between our bodies, breathing in the sensuous aroma of her perfume, her aphrodisiac scent that made my head spin. "If you think caging me in like this is going to make me break any rules for you , Maxwell, then you're sadly mistaken," Her voice was soothingly calm and tranquil, her eyes slightly lingering on my lips before shifting those mid wintered sky blue eyes to behold my chocolate brown ones, not breaking eye contact despite the awkwardness of this situation. " I could bribe you instead," I teased with a low husky voice, leaning in to her personal space even more, resting both my hands on either side of her body, enough to really cage her in. To trap her against my body, an inappropriate move considering our glaring age difference,
Roxie's passing glances directed towards me during breakfast held some noticable suspicion with a slight dash of skepticism, following last night's late night conversation. I tried to avoid her burning looks, tried to shrug off her pestering presence as I politely ate my breakfast but still, I could feel her eyes burning holes in the side of my head. " I know you're lying to me," She informed, once breakfast was done and we were both clearing our dirty plates into the sink as mom tidied up the room. " I have no idea what you're talking about," I gave a nonchalant shrug, making my way back upstairs while the ever annoying Roxie trudged right after me. " So you expect me to believe that you've got the hots for mom's seamstress? She's not even your type," Roxie argued back, her footsteps sounding extra close to mine before grabbing my shoulder to swing me around causing me to face her. Looking down at her tiny frame, her height barely reaching mine as I towered over her like a
" Can I ask you something? And please, I want you to take me seriously because what I'm about to ask you is a deeply serious and detrimental question," Normally my conversations with Roxie never started this way . In fact, our conversations were laced with idiocy and typical sibling banter with the frequent use of heavy sarcasm thrown in here and there. But today, I decided to throw all that away as I sought for comfort and wisdom in her room. The look she awarded me the moment I asked her that question was the perfect tell tale sign that she wasn't expecting me to seek her for any sort of advice. Serious or not. " Are you...feeling alright?' Were the first words she managed to stutter once the shock had dissipated from her body. " Come on, Roxie, this is serious," I wasn't in the mood for her bantering, slomping down on her unmade bed . " Can't we have this conversation tomorrow morning? I mean, it's...." She reached over her night stand to grab her alarm clock as she read
" I expect you not to stare into my bedroom window this evening, or ...you know, ever ," Slowly lifting her eyes to feed me her gaze, Amanda said , her fingers suspended atop her keyboard , briefly abandoning her typing task just so that she can address me about what had happened this morning. I arched an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the last of my textbooks before shoving them all into my backpack. The day was finally over and I just wanted to head home and sleep before dinner. Everything that had happened between us this morning was temporarily forgotten , at least I thought but her parading the subject once again was making it kinda hard not to forget.The memory, still fresh , almost as though it had just happened two seconds ago , danced inside my head , shifting from seeing her exposed cleavage to the slight flashing of her pussy. A cold , electrifying shiver shot down my spine as I tried not to undress her with my eyes. " But I like the view," I joked and she rolled her eyes
" Wow! You truly have no friends, do you?" I lightly joked once I reached the tiny shade where Charli was seating under, writing on her journal , a tiny tupperware container filled with apple wedges, neatly cut and arranged inside. That must've been what she settled on for lunch, as opposed to making an appearance in the cafeteria for some real food. But I had a feeling she purposefully avoided the cafeteria in the event she runs into one of her bullies. Better to stay safe than sorry. " If you came here to ruin my peace and tranquility I suggest you crawl back into the hole you came out of and leave me the fuck alone," She gave a curt response, glaring daggers into my head , clearly unamused by my presence."Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" I reprimanded in a fake stern voice. " You're not my boyfriend," She said in a quiet yet cold voice, flipping a page on her poetry journal. " But you did kiss me, remember?" I taunted her with that piece of information , knowing tha
She had refused to tell me about the robe, still unable to accept the possibility of me dating her daughter, calling it bluff before dismissing me to dispurse to the cafeteria for a break, openly craving some chocolate milk that I had been waiting for since the beginning of class. I knew she would be having a very deep and personal conversation with her daughter about our supposed dating life, maybe advise her against going after guys like me since she'd already informed me, indirectly, that she didn't see the value in me as a person. But what's funny is that she willingly lets me hang out with her son , so why is it such a big deal for me to hang out with her daughter? Is this one of those things called 'Double standards'? Or maybe she was okay with me corrupting her son rather than her daughter. Maybe she could handle having a delinquent son than a delinquent daughter. Maybe then she'd ship her son over to her ex husband and let him deal with it rather than bearing the cross of ha
I knew she'd ruin me for other girls . It was quite evident the moment I tried to date other girls but all felt too immature for me. I mean, I too can be much of a petulant infantile boy if I wanted to but something about my best friend's mother made me want to become a better man? Was this normal? And it's not just because I saw her in that robe. It's always been like that. Knowing I'd never fall any other women because she was still in my lufe but we're not together. She's divorced and I'm still in high school. The glaring age gap between our relationship , if it ever blossoms, would most definitely raise concerns . And I'd risk her getting labelled as a pedophile. I can't ruin her like that. Amanda had prescribed me with some assignments for the night, claiming she wanted to keep me busy to prevent any idleness on my part. Maybe she was scared that I'd be lurking at my bedroom windown hoping to see her in that robe again, or in something much more indecent than it. So the soluti
" I didn't see anything, I swear," Those were the words that sprung out of my vocal cords and into my mouth the moment my feet stepped inside the class . She was seating behind her desk as usual, her gaze pierced outside the window completely consumed by her thoughts before turning to face me, having interrupted her reverie. Her coat had been draped over the backrest of her seat , leaving her in just that nice professional pencil dress of hers, short sleeved so her bare arms were naked to my probing gaze. She immediately straightened her seating posture ,a hint of caution to her aura and for a moment , she looked ...scared to see me. Eyed me with suspicion , her bespectacled eyes sweeping through my tall frame before finally settling to stare at my face where our stares met. That toughened , Icy exterior of hers, seemed to melt slightly , her cheeks blossoming with a notable shade of scarlet, flushed with embarassment from this morning's predicament. But that look didn't last long