cannibals [slow updates]

xi | bad blood

Once he stopped in front of the locker, he spun the dial and opened it. He reached up on the top shelf and pulled out Oakley's shorts and handed them to Lennon.

She examined the shorts and paled. "This is way too short. These are daisy dukes."

Harvey rolled his eyes. "C'mon, live a little, they're just shorts. It's not like anyone will see you."

"Except you."

"Especially me."

She bit her lip in embarrassment. "If I weren't mistaken, I would say you're flirting with me."

"Maybe I am," he replied, smiling at her playfully.

Taking the shorts, Lennon stared at her shoes and swiftly turned to head to the bathroom.

As he waited for her against the lockers, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking at it, it was a text message from his mother.

It read: suspended, really Harvey?

He chuckled, and typed back a response. I only learned from the best.

Harvey could envision his mother's amused expression when she responded: that's okay with me, it just adds another worry line to the worthless scumbag called your father.

He scowled at the mention of his father. He still hated him, and he was lucky he didn't limit to calling his dad "sperm donor."

The bathroom door opened and Harvey's eye widened.

Lennon stepped out of the doorway while tugging the shorts down her toned legs. "Is it alright?"

He couldn't get any words out of his mouth, so he simply nodded. Her legs were so long, they seemed to go on forever.

How would they look wrapped around your neck, her heels digging into your back, hands gripping your hair as she moans in pleasure while you-

Harvey halted his thoughts before he caused himself an erection. He ready felt himself growing.

Grinning in response to head nod, Lennon spun around and made her way back to the art room. "Alright, so let me just get my stuff and you can head home."

"Do you need a ride?" He asked her.

She shook her head. "It's okay, I'll just take the bus."

The bus? "Where do you live?"

"Nickerson Gardens, over by Compton Avenue," she replied, still walking as she tossed her hair into a messy bun.

Harvey's eyes widened. "You live by Compton? Are you serious?"

Lennon spun around and glared at him. "It's my fucking neighbourhood, you don't have to talk about it like it's this gum on the bottom of your shoe."

He held his hands up in defense. "I wasn't trash talking it. I'm just surprised, that's all."

Lennon looked at him sceptically, before fixating her eyes on the dirty hallway floor. "Sorry, I'm just defensive about where I grew up."

"It's alright, I would be too," Harvey replied, continuing to walk down the hallway.

Lennon knew better, though.

"You can't agree with me as if you know where I come from," she whispered, fingering the bottom of Oakley's shorts.

Harvey caught her comment, but decided to change the subject. "Lennon?"

"Yeah?" Her head snapped up when she heard her name.

"Are you, um, doing anything Friday night?" He asked, nervousness creeping into his tone.

Lennon's stance changed from intimidated to teasing in a matter of moments. "Harvey Taylor, are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yeah, I am," he responded confidently, taking a closer step towards her.

"Tell me, why should I go on a date with you?" She teased, twirling around him in a circle.

"Because," he said, as he stopped her from spinning by her waist, "it's gonna be a night to remember."

"And why did that vaguely remind me of a High School Musical 3 reference?" She quipped, with a slight chuckle.

Harvey laughed before twirling and dipping her ballroom style. "Because it was, and you never answered my question."

"I would love to-" she stopped abruptly, before swearing. "but I can't."

"Why not?" He asked, bringing her upright, but still holding her hands in his.

"I have a basketball game," she explained with a groan.

"Easy, I'll come to the game and we'll go out after," Harvey resolved, with a grin.

"You'd do that?" Lennon questioned, sincerity clear in her voice. When she saw him nod, she broke out a huge smile. "Oh my god, thank you!"

She engulfed him in a hug, which he gladly returned while taking a whiff of her hair.

He was falling too fast, and too hard for this girl in his arms.