Colin
I have never met someone as fiery as this girl. I know she’s angry, but the way she bites her lip, which I’m positive she doesn’t realize she’s doing, is making me think of her mouth, and the way she talks to me makes me want to push her against the wall and cover her mouth with mine.
She is one big tease and she doesn’t even mean to be.
Walking down the corridor, my eyes keep landing on her fine ass. I love that she is so accident prone; I’ll take any excuse to have her body pressed up to mine. I love touching her smooth, soft skin. It’s like feeling silk.
She knocks on Mr. Atkins door and he calls out for us to enter. We all walk in, well Sasha storms in, and I lean my body against the wall as I watch her take out her frustration. Poor Mr. Atkins doesn’t know where to look or how to act.
“I swear to God, this isn’t acceptable. The talent show is literally around the corner and now you let them take part? They’re going to find any way to do nothing but take credit for the work being put in. I will quit the whole entire thing before I let these nimwits ruin it.” Her chest rises as her voice gets higher and my mind wanders off; thinking of her in my bedroom. If she is this passionate about a show, I bet she is a wild horse in the sack trying to reach her next orgasm.
“Miss Bennett, please take a breath, you know I am relying on you to make this show one hundred percent perfect.”
“Then get rid of those two.”
“It’s not just us two,” Aaron adds in with a cheery tone. “We have two other guys helping out.”
“What?” Sasha shouts. “Are you trying to sabotage this?” She waves her hands in the air and I’m enjoying watching her; it’s taking so much not to laugh since I know she would kill me on the spot if I did.
“Mr. Baxter is being punished and he is making up for what he did by lending a hand.”
“Make him do something else.” Mr. Atkins stands and looks out his window.
“I tell you what, since you are in charge, Miss Bennett, I am going to let you be the boss over them, they have to do what you say when you say or the alternative punishment will stand.” He looks to me. Panic already starts to kick in again.
Fuck.
Sasha folds her arms and looks up to the ceiling. “Fine, but if any of them think they can slack off, they have another thing coming.”
“They won’t.” She nods.
“Okay, right, let’s head to the gym and get this over with.” She walks past us all and leaves the office. I watch as Aaron and Karen do the same, and I am right behind them when Mr. Atkins calls out my name.
“Remember, Mr. Baxter, if you mess this up, you won’t be playing the next game and that suspension will be in place.” I sigh and leave without saying a word.
“Fuck, man, Sasha is our boss. Already I can tell she is power mad. She is fucking crazy.” He shakes his head, staring at her.
“Let’s just do what she says and the next couple of weeks will fly by.” God, at least I hope they do.
We all head to the gym where half the room has been closed off for the stage area. I see lights placed on top of it, sheets blocking the back of the stage, which I’m guessing is for people to be ready for when they do perform.
I see all the music nerds working away, setting things up, or making stuff. I see Karen and Sasha head towards the stage and a guy, I think his name is Phillip, jogs over to them and gives Karen a hug before twirling Sasha around causing her to squeal and laugh.
“I bet they’re fucking.” Aaron laughs, pointing at them. I push him, not wanting to get that image in my head.
Maybe she isn’t a virgin. That would make my life so much easier if I do decide to make my move. I just hope she isn’t fucking this idiot.
“You think everyone is fucking.” I head towards Sasha.
“Most people are, and if they aren’t, they should.” Karen turns and looks Aaron up and down. He gives her a wink, causing her to blush and look away. “She wants me.”
“Of course she does,” I say sarcastically. “Sasha, where do you want us?”
“On top of her,” Aaron whispers and I push him again.
“Ummm, well, I hope you're good with DIY because you will be putting things together.” I nod. “Please be careful.”
I place my hand over my heart. “You’re worried about me.”
“I’m worried about the stuff you’ll be making.” She puts her hand on her hip, giving me a stern look, and I know she is trying to be serious but, damn, all I’m thinking about is being inside her. Karen whispers something in her ear and she rolls her eyes and climbs on stage, going through random things, and Phillip leads us to the side of the stage where we need to be.
* * *
An hour or so have gone by and me and Aaron made sure we did what we were told and worked hard on what we are doing. I am a little pissed off with Danny and Nathan since they should be here helping out but never showed.
The pricks.
“Okay, that’s enough for today,” Sasha shouts out. “Let’s get some lunch.” She claps her hands and people start putting away whatever they were working on and start leaving the room, heading to the cafeteria.
“You coming, man?” Aaron asks me.
“I will in a bit.” I continue finishing off getting the old lights to work.
“Okay.” He walks away and I stay sitting on the floor. This piece of shit in front of me is starting to annoy me; why can’t we get some new lighting?
“The school money always goes to the athletic departments,” Sasha says behind me, knowing what I was thinking. I turn and look up at her. “We have to make do with what we have.” She sits next to me. “Even though a lot of important people are coming to this, we still need to make do.” She looks to her hands.
“I didn’t realize.” Her eyes connect with mine.
“Why should you? Anything creative or artistic isn’t important in this school, these lights are probably over fifteen years old, but with a bit of tweaking they work just fine.” She grabs one of the lights Aaron was working on and gets to work. After a few minutes, it switches on.
“You’re good at this.”
She giggles. “Loads of practice.” I smile at her and she smiles back. “I’m sorry if I acted like…”
“A crazy bitch?” I interrupt and she laughs.
“Yeah, one of those.” She shakes her head. “I just want this to be perfect. Like I said, a lot of important people are coming to this, they probably aren’t interested in the show and just feel obligated to be here, but I want to try and make an impression, even if it’s with one person.”
“Why?” She leans back on her hands and I follow suit as we both look to the stage.
“All this will look good on my college applications, of course, but music is my life and if I can get a toe in the door to let it be my actual life, I will do whatever it takes.”
“You’ll be playing?”
She nods. “Yup.” She pops her p. “I hope I’m good enough, enough to impress someone.” She looks to me and then stands.
“I’m sure you will be great.” I smile.
“Thank you.” I am so enthralled with her eyes that when I lean forward to get the screwdriver, I don’t look at what I’m doing. I flinch when I feel something sharp slice my hand and it instantly starts bleeding. I must have touched something sharp on the lighting. “Hurry, come with me,” Sasha says, grabbing my other hand. We jog out of the gym and to the nurse’s office where she just walks in, without knocking or anything, and pushes me on the slabbed bed as she grabs the first aid box.
“Won't we get in trouble for being here?” I look around the room. Sasha opens the box and starts rattling through it.
“No, she’s gone for lunch, and besides, no one comes in here during lunch period. Now hold still, this will hurt.” She uses a wipe which has something on it that causes a sting when she cleans the cut.
“Fuck.” I groan.
“Don’t be such a baby.” She bites her lip as she concentrates and the pain I was feeling is gone as my eyes focuses on her mouth. She looks back up to me and we both pause, just for a moment, before she shakes her head and grabs a bandage, wrapping it around my hand. “It doesn’t look like it needs stitches or anything.” She puts the first aid box away and puts the used stuff in the trash.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.” She starts to head to the door.
“Sasha,” I call out and she turns, giving me a questioning look. I jump off the bed and walk towards her. “I was wondering if you’ve ever watched me play.”
“Sorry, I don’t watch football. I find it very boring.” I chuckle at her honesty.
“Well, maybe you should watch me train sometime. Tomorrow, come to my practice.”
“Why would I do that?” She crosses her arms.
“Because you want to see what the fuss is all about,” is all I say as I walk around her and head to the cafeteria. I really hope she does come.
I walk into the cafeteria to my usual table, glaring at Danny and Nathan. They wear apologetic faces while Aaron has a shit eating grin, knowing I’m going to give them an ass kicking.
“Where the fuck were you guys? Do you want me to get suspended? Do you not want me to play in our next game? If that’s the case, just tell me now and I’ll let Mr. Atkins kick my ass out,” I grunt out.
“Hey, man, we’re sorry, there were a couple of cheerleaders, you know how it is.” Nathan chuckles and I just glare at him.
“Do you think those cheerleaders will be all over you if you lose the next game? We are a team and we need to help each other out. Stop thinking with your dick, you get me?” He nods.
“Bros before hoes,” Aaron says, leaning back and I roll my eyes.
“How was working with the music nerds?” Danny asks me. I don’t mean to, but I look over the room to where Sasha is laughing with her friends and when I look back to the guys, all their gazes are on where I was staring.
Shit.
They all give me knowing smiles and I inwardly groan.
“She is a nice piece of ass.” Danny looks back over to her. “She has that sexy, nerdy, librarian look to her. Is she your next conquest?” Before I have a chance to answer, Aaron starts laughing.
“He wishes.” He continues laughing. “She can’t stand being around him. You should have seen her before, stomping over to the principal’s office because she didn’t want us jocks to be anywhere near the talent show. He has as much of a chance with her as I have with our English Lit teacher.” Nathan and Danny chuckle with him.
“I think if he wanted to, he could bag her,” Danny says.
“You didn’t see how she was around him.” Aaron leans back in his chair. He didn’t notice that she was actually nice to me once we were alone.
“I agree with Danny boy, if Colin wanted to fuck her, it would happen. Come on, it's Colin. Who says no to Colin?”
“Guys…” I try to butt in.
“You wanna bet?” Aaron sits up straight.
“If you are prepared to lose.” Danny smiles.
“You are so on.”
“Guys, you do know I’m right here, right?”
“You think you could get close to Miss Goody, Goody?” Aaron asks me.
“If I wanted to, but that’s not the point…”
“Right, let’s see how far Mr. Player can go then. If he can get her to sleep with him then you win,” Aaron says, interrupting me again.
“What do we get if we win?” Nathan asks.
“Guys…” I try and stop this.
“Two hundred bucks.” I get ignored again. Danny and Nathan laugh.
“Not worth it.”
“Fine, five hundred.”
“Deal.” They shake hands and I put my own up in exasperation.
“Aren’t you forgetting one thing?” They all look at me, confused.
“What?” Aaron asks.
“For me to agree with this childish shit. I am not going to try and fuck someone because you guys made a stupid bet.” I stand up and head towards the doors. I hear my name being called out and a few girls bat their eyelashes as I walk past them.
“Come on, don’t you want to see if you really are God’s gift? To see that you can really have anyone you want?” Nathan pleads to me.
“Even though in the process we are fucking someone over?”
“You fuck and ditch all the time, so why would this be any different?” I hate how he is describing me. I’m not that bad. I look back to Sasha and yeah, I would love to get between her thighs, feel her tight cunt around my dick, but knowing I’m doing it for my friends to earn money seems seedy.
“I think deep down he knows he won’t win,” Aaron tries to goad me. “He knows she will turn his ass down.”
“See, you have to prove him wrong. Let’s do a bet on how far he can get. Each base he gets to, one hundred dollars is added. One hundred for a passionate kiss.” Aaron rolls his eyes. “Two hundred for under the shirt feel up, three for a hand-job, four for a blowjob, five if she lets him go down on her, and six if they fuck.”
“What do I get out of all this?” Aaron complains.
“You scared he will be able to do any of those things?” Nathan chuckles.
“Sex is harder than a fucking kiss.”
“Fine, he has a week to reach a certain base. Week one, he needs her to kiss him, the second week for her to let him feel her up, etcetera. If he doesn’t manage that base on that certain week, you win the money for that week. Makes sense?”
“I think so. Okay, you’re on.” They shake hands again, I groan.
“You still need me to agree to this.”
“Come on, if she does let you get that far, just think how good the prize will be. All that money and you get your dick wet by that tight ass.” Danny pats my shoulder. I really don’t feel right doing it, but with all the guys looking at me, I groan and nod in agreement and they all cheer.
“Well, your first week starts now. Good luck.” Aaron smirks at me. I am already starting to regret this.
I watch as Sasha leaves through the back doors and, without thinking, my feet start chasing after her. I don’t know what I’m doing but I call out to her, and when she stops and faces me, her face is all scrunched in confusion, I can’t help but smile at her cuteness.
“What’s up?” she asks me, her head turned to the side a little.
“I was wondering if I could walk you to class?” I see the wheels turning in her head before she shrugs.
“Okay.” She starts walking and I fall in beside her. The walk is silent, no words are forming and I have no clue what to say. My friends are betting to see if I can fuck you, what do you think of that topic? Yeah, I can’t say that. I’m still trying to figure out what to say when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull out my phone and see a text from my dad. He’s working late.
Again.
“Are you okay?” Her voice pulls me out of my trance.
“Yeah, fine.”
She nods. “Your forehead was all scrunched up, that’s all.” Out of reaction, I press my fingers to my forehead.
“It was my dad.”
She nods again. “And you don’t get along with him?”
“I hardly see him. The only way he communicates with me is through text messages.”
“I’m sorry to hear that” We walk in silence again.
“What about your dad? Are you close?” Her eyes dart to the ground as she walks.
“I was close to my dad. He passed away four years ago.” I feel even shitier than I did before.
“I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t know,” She whispers as she swats away a stray tear. “God, look at me.” She chuckles. “Bet you didn’t plan for this on the walk to class.” I stand in front of her and grab hold of one of her hands.
“I’m glad that you opened up. If you ever want to talk, depressing or not,” we both chuckle, “I’m here.” She looks up to me with her big eyes and I know I should walk away, leave this poor girl alone, but her eyes are drawing me in, trapping me.
“Good to know. Might hold you to that.” She smiles.
“Please do.” We walk in silence again.
“So, are you going to watch me practice? See what your talent show is investing in?” I eventually ask and she laughs.
“I’ll think about it.” Her smile is so contagious that I can’t help smiling with her. We get to her class and stand there facing one another. “Thank you for walking me to class.”
“Anytime. It was fun.” She shakes her head.
“Liar.” She chuckles and I move closer to her, lifting her chin so her eyes connect with mine.
“I enjoyed walking with you.” My eyes train on her mouth when she licks her lips and I’m dying to press my mouth against hers. “There’s a party this Friday. Come.” I want to spend more time with her. The more I’m around her, the more I’m fascinated by her.
“Is that an order or a request?” she breathes out, making my whole body vibrate with pure want.
“Both.” I step back.
“Maybe.” She smiles and heads into class. I watch as she sits in her seat and she looks surprised when she notices I’m still standing there. I probably look like a weirdo but when she smiles brightly at me, giving me a little wave, it makes it worth it.