A/N: This chap. is a bit LONGER than the usual, sorry for that!
Sophia's POV
Evie took my hand in hers and led me to her table where all her friends sat at. She pulled me down into the seat right next to her and doesn't waver to fire questions at me, her friends stopped chatting and supported their weight on their elbows on the table, listening in and now attentive to our conversation.
"Did he invite you to his table?" she asked me and placed her hands on my arm, leaning in closer. Why are they acting as if I just met a pop-star? I mean, he was just another extremely fine-looking and charming yet intimidating high school boy. Right?
"Wait, did Kyle invite you to their table?" a friend of Evie asked me, looking thrilled for me. I nodded, smiling at her. She seems nice.
Most girls at the table parted their lips or raised their brows. Evie and the girl that asked me the question exchanged looks and squealed.
"Why are you still sitting here? Go over there, this is like a once-in-a-lifetime thing!" the girl exclaimed.
Evie suddenly looked a bit guilt-ridden. "That might be my fault..." she said sheepishly. "I didn't see Kyle and asked Sophia to come sit here."
"What?" the friend said, then rolled her eyes playfully and slapped the back of Evie's head. "You idiot." I giggled and spoke up.
"No, but I want to eat here with you guys." Wow, today I felt some sort of confidence I've never felt before. I like it.
"You'd rather eat with us then them?" The friend looked at me as if I came from another planet. "You're crazy," she muttered, shaking her head lightly.
"Of course, she's crazy...just look at her," a girl a few seats further said to the girl next to her, extra indiscreet so that I would hear. I recognised them from one of my classes, they were one of the many girls that gave me nasty looks.
Evie rolled her eyes. "Ignore them," she whispered to me.
"That's what we always do anyways," agreed her friend.
"But we're all a little crazy, aren't we," said Evie back in her normal tone, shoving the friend. "Have you even told Sophia your name?" she asked.
The friend gasped, as if forgetting the most important thing ever, and turned around in her chair again, her gaze now fixated on me. "Nice to meet you, Sophia. I'm Arabella, but you can just call me Bella." She put out her hand.
I laughed and shook it. "Likewise," I replied.
After a few minutes of chit chat with Evie and Bella, I rested my chin on my palm, my elbows on the table. I wasn't looking at something in particular, I was deep in thought, thinking about how comfy and warm my bed would feel if I got home.
I was about to doze off, but then something caught my eye—more like someone.
What I viewed before me confused me. Grayson sitting on a chair...and a girl...sitting on him. She was sitting on his lap, at their table, in the middle of the school cafeteria. Was nobody else witnessing this? I mean, I used to sit on my dad's lap as well, but when I was younger...
I had no problem with them being a couple, but I've rarely seen people sit on their partner's lap before, if they're in a sexual relationship, I mean. Probably because I've never paid attention to couples before in general, and I, myself have never been in a relationship before.
She was beautiful. Her strawberry blonde hair flowing elegantly down her back, like a waterfall. Her skin was smooth and glowing. I wouldn't be surprised if she were a model.
And then there was Grayson, gorgeous as ever. His hair, just like always, messily laying on his head. His dark hair wasn't short, nor was it too long for me. His eyes were on mine, there was the ghost of a smirk on his face, but he didn't show it.
Our eye contact became too penetrating and personal that I had to look away. I felt this fluttery sensation in my stomach when I felt his hot stare on my face. I couldn't help but throw furtive glances at him. But every time I dared to look, he was already watching.
It wasn't as disturbing as it sounds, I promise. It was rather frustrating, actually. I wondered why he wouldn't look away. Was there something on my face? I should seriously learn how to eat more properly.
I peeked over at him one more time from through my hair. He pulled the girl closer to him in his lap. As if they weren't close enough already, I thought and bared my teeth, almost scoffing at them, but stopped myself.
Calm down, Sophia. Since when did you become so inconsiderate? I almost mocked the girl, and for what? Because Grayson gave her attention?
I pouted my lips and crossed my arms over each other on the table. Was I...? Could I be jealous? I didn't know, I've never really been jealous before, not like this. But I barely even know Grayson, it has to be something else.
I sighed and wanted to change the topic in my mind and focus on anything and everything else, but couldn't when I saw him whisper things in her ear, sometimes while looking at me. I imagined his rough yet gently voice whispering generous thoughts to me. Okay, this has to end. Now I was the one looking like a creep!
I watched as she giggled at his words in a high-pitched tone and nuzzled deeper into him. She slanted her head upwards, gaping at him from in his lap, and leaned her head closer to his.
What I observed burned my holy eyes and made them go eclectic. She kissed his jaw and I swear I saw the tip of her tongue touching it, too! "Gosh, could they at least not do that in public..." I muttered to myself. I know I'm being judgy, but I can't help the thoughts.
I jumped in my seat when Evie responded with, "What? What are you staring at?"
Bella looked over too and searched the cafeteria, then her mouth formed an 'o' shape. "You mean who was she gawking at."
I fiddled with the bottom of my shirt with one hand, the other went up to cover my face in embarrassment. They laughed and said, "It's alright, Sophia. We won't judge you, but...do you like Grayson?"
I froze in place and rubbed the back of my neck, mumbling, "No-No, of course not. I don't even know him." They nodded slowly, a look of doubt covering both their faces, but they let it go, I thanked the Lord for that.
They went back to having their own conversation and I subconsciously peered over at him again. Bad idea. The girl's mouth was on his, her hands around his chest, closing the oh so little distance that was between them.
The kiss escalated after a moment, he opened his eyes and they went directly to mine. I desired to look away, but his gaze was capturing, his eyes spellbinding. Why was he looking at me like that? He was in the middle of a fudging kiss! An intense one at that.
While we eyed each other, the girl pushed her face in his again and he snuck his tongue into her mouth. She gave herself completely to him. I felt something pool in the bottom of my stomach. Something I've never felt before. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign. This is getting a little 18+, don't ya think? I told myself.
I couldn't handle the heat and, as much as I disliked to admit it, the sexual tension between us was too much. I turned my head away from them and set it on my folded arms on the table, closing my eyes.
That felt wrong. So, so wrong. I just watched a full make-out session. I don't know how to explain it, but it felt like he was cheating on her by making that domineering eye contact with me.
I shook my head; this is going to be a long day...
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Grayson's POV
A few moments back
How the hell can someone be so oblivious? It annoys the shit out of me! She doesn't notice all the lust-full stares she gets from guys or the looks of pure loathing and greed from the girls. That I don't mind as much, but the fact that she didn't, and probably still doesn't know what that little fucker and his friends were planning on doing with her.
I literally hear people talk about her in the boys' locker-room. Bets, dares, everything, I hear it all. But most of them would try to do it anyway, even without the money.
She's so unmindful, she didn't even fucking see that Kyle was flirting with her. And yes, it was that obvious! I don't even know why I'm getting so worked up about this.
What annoys me as well is that she's doesn't think of herself as beautiful. She's insecure, it wasn't hard to see. The way she made herself so small and sometimes wanted to be invisible. Yes, she could just be shy or have social anxiety, which she also has, but the way she looks at other girls...admiration, respect, longing.
She had a longing feeling of how it would feel like to be pretty. Except she doesn't know just how beautiful she really is. I know this because I once knew someone who felt the same. She had the same look in her eyes.
I personally think that she is beautiful. A lot of girls in this school are, all of them, but I have my preferences. I usually am attracted to the 'mysterious' and darker girls, who are more mature. But there was something about her, something that lured me in.
It kind of scared me, to be honest. She was the complete opposite of my type, yet she still knows how to run around my mind all the time. She's cute, adorable even, and a bit clumsy. I've seen her stumble over her own backpack on the floor before. It's quite entertaining to watch her.
Lastly, her innocence... The way her eyes lighten up when she gets excited or when she blushes repeatedly. I guess that's what attracts me to her the most. And oh, how I wonder how she prevented me from getting into a fight. No one has ever dared to stop me before, not that they would have succeeded anyway. But like I said, she's different, on a whole other level.
I was still furious at the fucker for acting like that toward me, but I didn't want to create a violent scene right before Sophia's eyes—her innocent eyes—so I put my anger inside that punch I threw at the locker. It hurt me when I saw her flinch. I felt my heart clench, a feeling I haven't felt in a long time.
Back to the topic, there was only one person before her that could do such things to me. But she's gone now, never coming back. God, everything about Sophia reminds me of her.
Not a lot of people have that pure kind of innocence anymore, especially in this world. I guess that's why I feel this need to protect her. Keep the darkness away from the light. But the thing is...in all my stories, I am the darkness that overtakes the light.
To distract myself from all this drama and ruckus going on inside my head, I called over Josephine from a few tables further. Josephine is, what they call, the school's 'Queen Bee'. She's nice-looking, yes, but annoying as hell? Big check.
"Hey, Babe!" she said cheerily. I didn't bring any earmuffs, so I prepared myself for the upcoming noises that sounded like screeching to my ears.
At first she was alright. We had a one nightstand, but she took it too seriously. Okay yes, I've had sex with her a few more times after that, but I needed a stress-relief. And no, I am not an asshole. I may be 'using' her for my self-pleasuring, but she knows about it.
I've said it more than a million times. "We are not in a relationship—"
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. You don't do these kind of things." She'd imitate my voice and tell me what I always told her, but she still didn't seem to understand as she always called me names, which I hated.
She sat down on my lap, as she regularly did, I think it was to make me hard. Let me tell you, it didn't work. Like I said, she was hot, and at first she could turn me on, but after the second time or so, she became too attached and was starting to get more annoying than anything else.
By the way, if you're wondering, my bros don't mind us, they've seen it before and don't care at all.
During the time she sat on my lap, I felt a pair of eyes on us. I scanned the room and found what I was looking for. A pair of big, blue eyes. She was drowsy, but when she snapped out of it and came back to reality, she looked more than alive.
She flushed and put loose strands of hair behind her ear to keep her busy. She made sure not to look my way again. But she failed miserably, it was humorous to watch, honestly.
As she kept sneaking glances over at us, I didn't even blink to look away from her. I leaned back comfortably in my chair and observed her every move.
I didn't know why, but I kind of wanted to see if I could make her jealous, see if I could get a reaction out of her. I know, what a 'sick' mind I have.
I felt Josephine start to discreetly bounce on my lap. I knew what she was trying to do, so to satisfy her—mostly myself—I whispered sweet nothings into her ear. They didn't mean anything special to me, she didn't mean anything special to me, but I wasn't lying when I told her she was hot.
I used the word 'Josie' as a nickname when I whispered in her ear. First of all, people are more attracted to you when you use their namesin conversation, and secondly, she likes it when I call her that. I think it makes her feel superior.
I kept my eye contact with Sophia and watched her squirm in her seat and flush a bright red. In some way, I kind of wanted her to get jealous of looking at us making out. Don't ask, I have no fucking clue why.
Maybe it's like a teasing game I like to play. And right now I sound like a perverted psychopath, great.
I found satisfaction in the way she tried to hide her face behind her hair when I caught her staring. I liked that I could do that to her.
When Sophia stopped trying to avoid the sexual tension in the air, I knew she felt it too, she gave in and watched us, watched me, as I watched her. Her eyes were hypnotic and I couldn't look away, nor did I want to. I trapped her eyes into mine, daring her to shift her gaze.
I finally stuck my tongue into Josephine's mouth when she pulled impatiently on my hair, telling me she wanted more. And that was the last straw for Sophia, she couldn't take it any longer and turned around to close her eyes.
I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, although the smirk never left my face that day.
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