Private Display of Affection (PDA)

Don't Hate The Player Pt.2

"Oh fuck! You're the snitch?" A girl jumped up throwing her arm around me casually.

So that's how I'll be known from now on, the school's local snitch?

"Willow give her a break, she looks like she's been through it."

They all looked at me expectantly, come on Syair say something. Don't mess this up, these could be your people.

"Hi I'm Syair I just got here." Both eyes twitched simultaneously and I'm sure I looked as if I was malfunctioning.

This had to be the second most embarrassing thing in my life. The Amari incident being the first of course.

"Right, anyways come say hi to Dior."

Willow pulled me in tow heading towards the kitchen. What Dior? No, why would we need to be meeting her. If anything Dior was the last person I wanted to see. If they knew I opened my big mouth and reported her, I'm sure she had found out by now.

Look I was bluffing, I know I said I could fight the bitch in the dorm but I couldn't. I was a lover not a fighter and I most certainly wouldn't even attempt to touch Dior. She was at least seven inches taller than me and where she had muscle I had baby fat. I tried to slow down my steps and plant my feet in the ground but all this Willow girl did was yank me forward and push me into the kitchen. As in shove me right into the kitchen.

Right into the arms of Dior herself. She grunted lowly at the impact and all I could do was stand between her legs and stare back into her glistening brown eyes awkwardly. The low lights in the room seemed to make them more prominent. Her long lashes, casted a slight shadow as she looked down at me, biting her lip in contemplation.

All in all, Dior was undeniably hot, sad thing was that she knew it a little bit too much.

♥ DIOR☆

Our hands entwined as we made light conversation. I looked at Rylin signaling to the kitchen where we could get a blunt and some drinks to try and calm my nerves.