My mom and I moved to the Southside about a week ago. She wanted a different scenery than Greendale, and she couldn't afford a house in the Northside. Thus, we're here.
There I laid on my bed with my face buried in my pillow. My arms are tucked underneath the pillow and I continue to doze off.
A couple minutes later, my alarm released it's obnoxious:
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
I slam on the snooze button and went back to sleep.
"Y/N! Get up! Time for school!" She exclaims.
I groan and lift my pillow over my head in attempt to block out her voice. She knocks on my door and says:
"Y/N, come on! I'm not going to be late for my job on the first day!"
"Then leave me here and go to work." I say back.
Oh! Not to mention that my mom's job is the English teacher. Apparently, the previous teacher quit because she couldn't take the Southsider's delinquent behavior and attitude.
She opens the door and pulls the covers off of me.
"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N! If you don't get up, I will drag you out of bed myself." She states.
I groan as I get up from the bed. She looks at my 'pyjamas'.
"Y/N, what have I told you about this?" She ask referring to my lack of clothing.
Basically, I am wearing my bra and boxer shorts; that's it.
"This is not what a lady wears to bed." She states.
"Well Mom, it's not my main priority to be 'ladylike'. If nobody want to see this." I say motion to my body.
"Then they can not look at it." I add.
She huffs and crosses her arms.
"Ma, I'm a tomboy, okay? You know this, I'm not the kind of girl who likes to dress up in curvaceous dresses and wears make-up... that's just not me." I say.
"Okay, okay. I know, I'm sorry. It's just.... you can do much better." She states before closing the door behind her.
I take a deep breathe and begin to get ready. I clean my room first, then I brush my teeth and put my hair up in a ponytail. I slap on a pair of soft, stretchy jeans, a Marvel T-Shirt and my favorite black sneakers.
I grab my book bag and hustle out the door. My mom grabs the keys and looks at me from head to toe.
"Well at least you're not wearing sweatpants." She states.
"I was debating." I state walking passed her and went into the car.
We arrive at the school and she presses a kiss to my cheek before saying:
"Have a nice day. And keep the attitude to a minimum okay? Not all teachers can deal with your sarcasm like I do."
"What sarcasm?" I ask innocently.
I laugh at the look she gave me.
"See you in eighth period." I state before walking away to my second period class: Math.
I open the door and the room silences. Silence was soon replaced with wolf whistles and comments I don't wish to repeat.
"Class, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She's transferred from Greendale High." The teacher speaks.
"Do you go by anything? Any nicknames?" He asks.
"No. It's just Y/N." I say.
I scan the room and meet the gaze of a tall, raven haired boy. His bangs falling onto his forehead. He smirks at me because he knows that he has my attention.
I snap out of my gaze and roll my eyes. I look back at the teacher and cross my arms.
"Do you have anything you would like to share about yourself?" He asks.
"Yes. As a matter of fact, I do. First thing, don't cross me. Second thing, don't mess with my mother. Follow those things and we'll be just fine." I state.
"Oh Yeah?.. and what if we do both of those things?" The raven haired boy taunts.
"Then you would face the wrath of Y/N Y/L/N. You may laugh now, but you won't be laughing when I slap you across the face." I sass.
"I like them feisty." He taunts.
"Oh, baby, I'm feisty on a whole other level." I say.
He glares at me with the a glint of amusement in his eyes. I glare at him in the same manner. Our little session is interrupted by the teacher clearing his throat.
"Well then, thank you for sharing. You can take your seat."
I comply and take out a pencil and notepad.
I hear a creaking of a chair next to me. I could see the same raven haired boys in the corner of my eye.
"Um. What do you think you're doing?" He asks.
"It's called being studious. You should try it sometime." I say still not looking at him.
"Ahh. So you're a nerd." He taunts.
"Um, correction: I'm a geek. There is a difference." I correct.
I finally look over at him and he licks his lips in a torturously slow manner. It actually makes me wonder what other wonders he can do with this lips.
"Okay, geek. We don't 'study' here." He states.
"Mmm. That's sound like a you problem." I sass.
He laughs at my statement and asks:
"So what's a smart, witty, attractive girl like yourself doing in a place like this."
"That's for me to know." I say.
"And for me to find out?" He finishes.
"Nope. Just for me to know."
"I like you." He states.
"I know. I get that a lot." I say flipping my ponytail over my shoulder.
He places one hand on the back of my seat and the other on my desk. He cages me in and I can feel the heat radiating off of his body. A heat that I crave on my body. I lean back into my chair and feel his muscular hand on my back. I softly gasp and I look at him. His lustful eyes examine me. I take a moment to look at his plump, dark pink lips, his tan scar on the right side of his face as well as his Serpent tattoo on the left side of his neck.
On my way to lunch, I was pulled into a closet and pressed against the shelf.
"What hell are you-"
A pair of soft, plump lips collides with mine. I cut the kiss short to see the same raven haired boy in my Math class.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" I say.
"What do you mean, I thought-"
"What are you doing pretending that you're the dominant one?" I interrupt.
His eyes are daring and he steps closer to me.
"Damn straight, I'm going to be the dominant one."
"Listen, bad boy... if this friends-with-benefits thing is going to last. You have to submit to me." I say running my hands down his well toned chest.
With that, I push him off of me and press his body against the shelf. He groans and press my lips to his. His hands instantly find my hair and he pulls out my hair tie. My hair flows passed my shoulders. He licks his lips at the sight of me. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. His hands find their place on my inner thighs.
I hum against his lips and I run my fingers through his soft, raven black hair. He grind his semi-hard member against my core. I moan out and his lips attack my neck.
** Five months later:
Sweet Pea and I were like rabbits; banging each other on every piece of furniture in every single room. The couch, the kitchen table, the kitchen floor, the living room floor, on his bed, on my bed, against the wall... There are countless places and positions.
On the contrary, my mother-bless her soul- thinks that him and I are 'study buddies'. She thinks that when I come home late at night, it's because him and I we were playing video games.
Nope, sorry Mama, this isn't the case.
Currently, Sweet Pea is pulling my hair back as he takes me from behind. My walls clench around him and he pulls out to cum on my back. The warm liquid trickles down my back. He lets go of my hair and I collapse onto his bed. My hair sticks to the sweat on my forehead and my heart pounds against my ribcage. My nerves tingle from my waist down.
My body slumps in exhaustion. His body collapses next to me and he pulls me to his chest. He presses a kiss behind my ear and says:
"You drive me crazy."
"I know I do." I say.
He flips me over so I could face him. He tucks a curl behind my ear and looks at me adoringly.
Uh-oh. I fear this would happen. You hang around a guy too much and they get attached.... and I don't want to get attached.
I regain feeling in my legs and hop out of bed with the covers wrapped around my bare body.
"Y/N." He states.
I look over my shoulder and say:
"Yes?"
"I've been thinking.... about us... there should be an 'us'." He states.
"Sweet Pea. Don't." I say.
He slips on his boxers and walks to me.
"Why the hell not?" He asks.
"You know how I feel about relationships." I defend.
"What happened between you and that douche shouldn't dictate who you date." He states.
"I can treat you better than he ever did, baby. I can treat you like the Queen you really are." He adds.
He cups my cheeks and presses his forehead to mine.
"I'm sick of keeping us secret, from my parents, your mom, our friends... I want to show everyone that you are mine." He says.
"Baby, please say something."
"I..." I trail off.
"That sounds like a nice thought." I finally say.
His chest falls as he releases a breathe he didn't know he held.
"Just... don't hurt me, okay?" I say looking up into his adorable, chocolate brown eyes.
"You make me happy, Y/N Y/L/N." He admits.
"And you make me feel alive, Sweet Pea." I admit.
He leans into pulls me into a slow and passionate kiss.