AVALON

Chapter 7 - this is war

I can't help but smirk as Avalon bolts off to the bathroom again, clutching her stomach with both hands. She obviously knew that I was going to do something...but not what. Our parents don't even notice they are so absorbed in talking about investments, latest hairstyles or some crap like that.

This revenge thing is really fun. I seriously could have killed her for that YouTube thing though; I had to beat up quite a number of guys already over their smartarse remarks about it.

I shake my head in wonder, who in the hell would do that to someone they didn't even know?

Honestly like what the hell did I do to deserve that? She blurred the girls faces on it but left mine clear as day. Maybe something is wrong with her in the head I muse as she comes back and looks me straight in the eye as she walks past and sits down, I hide my smile behind my Coke can as I drink.

Avalon is different from most girl...okay every girl I know. She really doesn't care what other people think...I think anyway. And this thing we have going now...this tit for tat battle... it's her reaction that is most intriguing...I'm a little bit shocked that she doesn't seem angry about it...instead she looks at me with a considering gaze now and there's a little gleam in her eye that wasn't there before. Maybe she finally will see me as someone to be wary of like every other normal person.

I don't have the reputation I have from being a nice guy believe me...and I need to maintain that so I can dominate the good waves. That is my main focus in life. Surfing and being the best at it.

Having a hard arse rep allows me to get the best waves without someone contesting me. I worked hard for this and I won't let some girl pull it all down.

It's strange having a girl not after me for...the normal things. My rep, my surfing status, my looks...sex...whatever. If she was a guy I would know how to handle her ...I would punch the crap out of her until she was a bleeding bag of pulp.

But not her...the little brat.

The hot little brat.

Hmmm....she really is quite beautiful. In reality she kicks ass of any of the girls at school and that's without doing her hair or plastering make up on. She has such an innocent angelic look about her...and I find I'm  repeatedly sucked in to think she has must be really sweet and innocent...then she opens her mouth and I remember...but hey I could think of ways to keep that cute little mouth occupied.

I feel a...stir down below just at the thought.

What the hell?

Crazy. May as well go with it.

I wink at her and send her an interested smile.

Maybe our parents are on to something. Not that I'd want to be with a girl in a relationship...but the other fun part of it...looks almighty inviting at the moment. Long as she pisses off afterwards, I hate girls that hang off me, I only really tolerate the ones in our group at school because I know they are happy with whatever and won't demand more when I don't want to give them anything.

I imagine those eyes gazing up at me glazed over in pleasure, her hands running down my back. Ugh! Those thighs....I would be happy to have those wrapped around me again...but in a more of a front piggy back position with her back against a wall.

I imagine the way she would say my name, her breath hot against my ear...begging me for more.

Whoa there. I move a bit to get more comfortable but even that serves to excite ...little Seth... a bit more.

This is unbelievable, I have never reacted this way about a girl before...never been physically excited at just the thought of her and now it happens to the one girl that wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire.