Not a daydream

(ATLAS'S POV)

I had been listening to music with my AirPods in the bathroom and so I had no idea that someone was in the room.

When I stepped out of the shower without a towel like I usually do, I was shocked to find a petite girl in a big cleaner's uniform with her back turned to me as she smelled my Shirt. That uniform still did not hide her curvy bottom.

"What the-" The words came out on impulse and that was when she turned around and saw me.

So I really don't know what I was expecting, especially with that curvy, petite body but when she turned around, I lost my mind briefly for sure.

Saying this girl was beautiful would do no Justice to her. She was damn freaking gorgeous! Her shiny blonde hair was wrapped in a bun and it made her sharp large blue eyes which widened in shock more obvious against a sort of apple faced shape. She had a small pouty mouth that was slightly opened in shock.

Her face turned red and her eyes trailed down my chest and dropped below my waist. That single moment sent a shot of sensual feeling going through my body. But before I could process anything, she surprised me by dashing right out of the door.

I got dressed, unable to keep the thought of the cleaner out of my mind and it was as I did that I remember Jodie, our house keeper in charge had told me that someone was coming to clean up the pool house.

I had paid no attention, the way I never did. As I walked out of the room, I noticed the girl seemed to have done a very good job and looking around made me notice a sling side bag. I went through the bag and saw a pretty hard covered notebook, two pens, a pepper spray, lip gloss and two textbooks.

"You've got to be kidding me." I said recognizing one of my school textbooks.

Next I took out the notebook hoping that it would have a name or something and the contents shocked me.

I did find a name but there was a lot more in the notebook that interested me .

A lot of compositions and poetry written and all of it was about me. Acute descriptions and a sensual style of writing describing me in a flawless manner that I ...….

"Thank goodness! I was wondering if you were ever going to be done with your shower!" Someone interrupted.

I quickly put the book in the bag and stashed it away.

Valerie walked up to me and placed her arms around me.

"You didn't even let me join you in the shower." She said sulkily.

"Yeah. I wanted a moment to myself." I answered in my usual gruff tone.

"We are missing you out in the garden, come join us." She said and then added with a smirk as her fingers moved playfully on my chest. "Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?"

Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was.

I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

I don't care anyway, I know I'm not available to everyone and that's enough for me.

"Maybe some other time Valerie. Come on, let's join the rest." I said leading a disappointed her, out to the garden where my other friends have been hanging out since we got back from school.

I joined them but my mind was still focused on the name in the notebook .

Alana Delaware.

(LANA'S POV)

I turn around and throw his shirt casually on the bed and I walk slowly towards him. I place an arm around his wet and muscular chest which prompts me to stand on tip toes so as to bring my face close enough to his for a kiss.

He plants his lips on mine and as our lips move together in sync, shivers run up my spine and his hands wrap my body as he leads my hand right where his…..

My eyes fly open welcoming the early morning sun light that streamed in to my room. I groaned as I woke up in bed internally scolding myself for waking up at such a crucial moment!

I mean, why couldn't I have waited even a second later, or perhaps ten minutes later?

My dream was a reminder of how clownish I had acted yesterday and remembering made me want to dip my head in to a cold bucket of water because I deserved it and also to wash the memories away.

As I got ready for school, the events of the day before flashed in my head and I sent another prayer to God hoping I had not ruined my mother's job.

What if Atlas reported what happened? And then the thought of my notebook made me cringe so hard so I felt sick. What could I do? What if Atlas has found it already? Could he report me to the police for obsession and stalking?

These troubled thoughts followed me to school that day and I avoided Atlas as best as I could. It was never hard to find him. Somehow my eyes just knew where to go.

In the halls, the classes and finally in the cafeteria where I sat distracted as my friends chatted away .

"And what about Atlas, Lana?" Paige's voice pulled me in to their conversation .

I froze.

"What? I mean? We've never spoken, he doesn't know who I am, it was just a mistake…." I stammered until I noticed my friends looking at me with confused faces.

"What are you talking about?" Daisy asked.

"Um…. Sorry I was not listening." I said with a nervous giggle.

"We were just talking about people with girlfriends for the upcoming dance and since you both have some classes together, we wondered if you had seen him anyone in particular. We don't know what it is with him and Valerie Wilson." Paige said.

"I heard Atlas dates only models. I mean drop dead gorgeous models. Did you see the issue of him printed on the stylish magazine? He went for a Teen's award night with Martha Kropwell on his arm. Martha Kropwell is not only the most successful teen model might I add? She is two years older than he is." Daisy said with her eyes wide open in excitement.

Jealousy gripped me as they discussed. Another reminder that all I really had was my daydreaming and Atlas would never be with someone like me. I am short and smallish with wide hips, a big bottom and boobs that are not small either.

"Hy guys!" A voice interrupted my friends and I as our eyes landed on someone before us. Travis Connor.

Travis is also among the scholarship students here, he is very good in mathematics and he is really nice.

"Hy Travis." We chorused.

"You guys plan on coming for the students submit this weekend?" He asked.

We looked at one another and then turned to him with a guilty smile.

"No, Travis." We said to him kindly.

"That's fine. I thought Lana would like to come seeing as there's a special piece on English." He said.

"Oh, I have to work with my dad at the restaurant this weekend." I said.

I smiled at him. "Maybe next time?" I added and he nodded with a smile.

"Sure." He said. "See you guys around".

"Bye Travis." We chorused.

Immediately Travis went away, my friends turned to look at me with a knowing look.

"What?" I asked them.

"Travis is so inlove with you." Paige says

"Oh please. Don't start that again." I tell them as I pack up my books.

"Yeah Paige let's not start that again. Lana's too blind for boy love except the love we give her ." Daisy says and she pulls me close to her and kisses me on my cheeks.

I sighed as the bell rings and we get ready to return to our classes. I had English and I was prepared to miss it because of Atlas . I had never missed a class in my life not to talk of my best class but there was no way I could face him.

After the hallway cleared, I was headed to the gym, when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to a corner .

"Well, Well, if it isn't my biggest fan."

I was faced with Atlas. No smile, No smirk. Just his plain ever handsome face and beautiful eyes focused on me.

I swallowed. This was definitely not a daydream.