Something caused my eyes to crack open and I took a glance at a digital clock on Jayven's bedside table.
6:45am
I was wrapped in a comforter that I had become familiar with the past month or so. Jayven's bathroom door was cracked open and the sound of water cascading onto tiles led me to think that Jayven was showering. I walked into his bathroom completely uninvited and went to take my morning pee. After I flushed, Jayven stepped out of the shower ass naked. And I must admit it was a nice sight to see.
His athleticism really pays off.
My marveling at his hot body caused him to chuckle aloud. He reached over to grab a towel that he wrapped around his waist. I cocked my head to the side and bit my lip as I watched him strut his fine self into his room. I shook my head and removed Jayven's tee from my body and headed into his steamed up shower.
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After Jayven and I arrived at school, he kissed my lips and we went our separate ways. There has been little to no conversation between us since last night. For me, I just guess it's kind of awkward. I've never been that intimate with anyone and it's kind of embarrassing. I don't even know how he felt about it. I didn't even ask him if I did a good job. I headed into the pool of high schoolers that gathered in the cafeteria in the morning. I usually entertained people but I had decided to escape to the library. Even though I can never get myself to read there, it is a good place to chill and skip class or something.
Once I got there, I was greeted by the school librarian, Ms. Gresham. There were literally like four people in there who were probably doing last minute homework or something.
Homework...shit.
It had just crossed my mind that I'd left my book bag in Keith's - I mean Mr. Powers' car. I huffed and turned around to leave and I headed towards the third floor, room 307.
Mr. Powers' English class.
I knocked on his door and his rough morning voice that was rather sexy allowed me to come in. Pushing the heavy wooden door out of my way, I entered his class. Mr. Powers looked up at me and oddly smiled. Giving him a blank stare, I simply got to what I was here for. "You have my bag?" my voice was a bit hoarse, most likely from all the screaming I engaged in last night.
"Yes, I have it right here," he said reaching under his desk. He pulled out my stylish backpack and handed it over to me. I muttered an insincere 'thank you' then went about my way. In all honesty, I have nothing to say to him. His accusations of my boyfriend were completely irrational. If that were the case then I would've see red flags in the beginning.
Right?
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Everyone finds it difficult to pay attention at times. But for me that's almost never the case, especially during school. I've just been noticing subtle changes in my behavior lately. I haven't really been paying much attention in any of my classes. I sighed giving up trying to understand my teacher and dug through my bag. At first I was going to beat my face out of boredom but a slip of paper fell out onto my desk. I curiously unfolded it and scanned it.
***-576-9377 - K.P.
With fury, I crumbled the paper and clenched it in my hand. I wanted to throw it out but instead, I threw it in my bag and zipped it up. Forgetting about the makeup, forgetting about this lesson, and forgetting about me losing my virginity.
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Lunch came in no time and although I was hungry, I didn't feel like standing in long line just to get a slice of half assed pizza. So I sat at the lunch table with the people I usually sit with mindlessly thumbing through my law textbook.
"So, Maliya," I heard Aubrey clear her throat.
I lifted my head and looked in her direction. Aubrey was a nice looking girl. She was on the chubby side and I think she's biracial. Most likely Puerto Rican and Black.
"Are you and Jayven really a thing?" she pried.
Everyone at the table stopped what they had been doing to listen.
"Yeah," I said nonchalantly.
She raised her brows and smiled like she was proud of me or something then dug back into her salad.
I went back to law book and studied for a possible pop quiz next class. I was behind on studying in all my classes to be honest. I was just finishing up on page 122 when my vision went dark. Someone had placed their hands on my eyes.
"Guess who," I heard the voice of Jayven say.
I giggled and threw my head back. He removed his hands and placed a kiss on my lips. In front of everyone. I heard the "oohs" and "ahs" coming from my peers. He whispered in my ear saying that he wanted to take me somewhere. I agreed and he took my hand and we were off.
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The way Jayven made it seem, I thought he was going to take me to the roof where a beautiful lunch awaited us and a band member he paid played a violin or something. But no. We ended up making out in a stuffy utility closet. His hands were placed firmly on my waist as he left sloppy kisses on my lips, chin, and neck. I wasn't as into it as I thought I'd be. I don't know. Maybe I'm just being ungrateful. Here I am with the most desirable guys at Cooley High, probably in the entire town, and I wasn't enjoying it. I like to kiss and what not, but he lacks this passionate and spontaneous side I adore.
"You alright?" he paused, to whisper into my face.
I nodded, biting down on my lip, "Yeah, I'm just a little paranoid."
"Don't worry," he chuckled lowly, "I do this all the time."
I drew my eyebrows together as he went back down to kiss on my neck.
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I got questioning looks as I sat in Mr.Powers' class with fresh and old love bites on my neck. My mind was somewhere other than the lesson and the people whispering and staring. I had just failed my second pop quiz today and I wasn't feeling too hot. Jayven relentlessly tried to grasp my attention but I wasn't feeling him. He most likely thought I had an attitude so he moved and went over to his group of friends who received numerous warnings for being too talkative.
I rolled my eyes and put my attention on Mr. Powers as he leaned on his desk with his arms crossed giving a lecture. His muscles poked out like every other day and I noticed. He noticed my attentiveness and our gazes met. Quickly, he nodded his head in acknowledgement and returned to his lecture.
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"Ms. James," Mr. Powers called out. I was almost out of the door but I decided to turn back.
"You didn't do well on today's quiz," he pressed.
"I know, that happens sometimes," I sassed.
"Yeah, but not with you."
I shook my head and looked away. I looked at the ground as he stepped towards me. I felt his warm and rather large hands find their way to my arms. I let out a breath as a feel of relief wash over me.
Tyra
I had some time on my hands so I decided to walk around school, mainly to talk teachers down to round my grades and whatnot. I was on my way to my eighth period class taught by like the hottest teacher ever, Mr. Powers. I flipped my fiery red hair and bounced towards his class. I was right outside his door and ready to walk in until I spotted the thorn that has been in my side since like forever. I moved out of sight and peeked through the door. I couldn't hear the dialogue but the convo looked hella serious. I almost got bored and walked away until I saw Mr. Powers place his hands on Maliya's arms. Then he pulled her into an embrace and I gasped, but quickly covered my mouth. An idea sparked in my head and I quickly pulled my phone out and snapped pictures of the ordeal. When I didn't think things could get better for me or worse for her, Mr. Powers boldly kissed her and she kissed him right back. I happily snapped pics of that too and headed off to the field where the football players practiced.
You may have won the battle, Maliya, but I assure you, the war is just as good as mine.
A joyous laughed erupted from my throat as I walked down the hall.
I saw Maliya's little indian friend as I turned the corner. I hate her just like how I hate Maliya and she knows it. I only hate her little ethnic ass because she doesn't like me because Maliya and I have beef. But whatever.
"Ew, witch, what are you cackling at?" she scrunched her nose up.
"Who are you calling a witch? Ho." I clapped back.
"You called yourself a witch cuz I said bitch," she rolled her eyes. "Damn your ass really is dyslexic."
"Yeah, whatever, you ignorant gypsy." I spat.
"Shut up, Typo," She flipped me off and I rolled my eyes and went back to doing what I was doing. I was going to expose Maliya for who she really is.
A dirty little slut.
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Sorry guys I know I said this chapter was gonna come earlier but I had no way of writing the past few days so I guess I already took my vacation from writing. It was unintended but but I am no focused and the next chapter will be up in the next few hours. We are at the middle of the story right now so please pay close attention to subtle details and the pov changes because they will be happening more often with different characters. Thx for reading peeps and please don't forget to vote, comment, and shareee.