Sylvia Torres has always had a crush on Alex Jones until she kissed quiet Patrick Jamison to prove otherwise. Now to keep up with her lie, she must be closer to Patrick or else be humiliated by Alex's girlfriend. But what happens when real feelings set in and there's more to Patrick and Alex than just total opposites at school?? Find out in this emotional rollercoaster. This is one highschool love story you wouldn't want to miss. .
Sylvia's P. O. V
Class was going on and everyone seemed to be paying attention to what the teacher was saying. Well... Everyone except me. It was much better to sit down, all starry eyed and daydream about him.
Him?
Who's him? Alex Jones, the only guy who could put most Hollywood celebrities to shame with just handsome looks. It's hard sometimes to think he's just an highschool sophomore. That dude belongs on the runway. Although he wasn't in school today, I was quite content staring at his empty seat, hands on my chin, giggling to myself as I daydreamt about him being my boyfriend.
Out of the blue, an idea popped into my head and I brought out my special notepad, tearing a piece out and began writing a love letter, with hopes delivering it to his locker later in the day. Something I've tried to do in the past but it always proved unsuccessful.
With a dreamy smile plastered to my face, I filled the paper up and made to write his name when it got swiped from underneath me.
" And what are you doing?" A voice asked, sending chills down my spine. My eyes shot up and I gasped, widening my eyes. Oh no.
" Oh.... It's a love letter!" Tasha announced and the entire class turned to my direction. All the color drained from my face and I bit my lips so badly it could've bled, my heartbeat racing.
"N-no it's not." I stuttered.
" Really? Who it's for? "
" N-no one? " I muttered, hoping I sounded convincing. Tasha raised her brows before snickering. I was holding my pen very tightly, my knuckles were showing.
" And who would believe you?" She asked no one in particular, then walked closer to me till I could almost smell her bubble gum breath on me.
" You had better tell me who owns it or I'm going to read it for the entire class to hear! " She threatened and I widened my eyes in fear. There's no way I'm saying this letter is for Alex Jones, the most handsome and popular guy in Rocksville who is also her boyfriend! That's like me signing for a death sentence!
I looked around till I spotted someone who seemed uninterested with what was going on around him. His head bowed and focused on the book he was reading, he looked out of place in this room. I don't even think I've seen him before.
" It's for him!" I announced and everyone gasped, he too raised his head from the book he was reading. Tasha had the look of confusion on her face.
" This letter.... Is for him?" She asked and I quickly nodded.
" Do I believe you? No." She said and made to read the contents of the letter. I panicked and snatched the letter from her.
" Please believe me... It's really for him."
" Well then, prove it! " She ordered. I stood up from my feet and hurried to his side, placing the letter on his table. He looked at me, then at the paper and tried passing it back to me but I quickly stopped him, my eyes pleading. Eventually he gave up and for added effect, gave him a quick kiss. Another gasp erupted from the class and he stared at me gobsmacked. Tasha glared at me, disappointed at the fact that she wouldn't be able to humiliate me any further. She gave me an ' i'll get you look' before sashaying back to her seat which was closest to Alex. I let out a sigh before dragging myself to mine and gently lowering myself into it.
Phew! That was close.
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It was break and I hurried out of class before Tasha and her gang had the chance to pick on me again. Getting to my locker, I quickly placed my books in it and locked it securely. I was really hungry but I didn't feel like going to the cafeteria just yet. I wanted to find the guy who helped me earlier, probably to thank him and to tell him what happened earlier wasn't meant for him. He should be in the cafeteria, I guessed and went in that direction.
A few glances at the cafeteria and I noticed he wasn't there. This is weird, where could he be? I left the place and began searching the entire school. Eventually I found him at the library, staring out the window, probably lost in thought. I gulped and brushing my bangs away from my face, threading softly to his side.
I cleared my throat. " Uhmm... Hi." I greeted. Turning away from the window, his gaze settled on me. At first he seemed confused but realisation soon dawned on his face.
" Hey." He replied almost inaudibly and looked away again. I took in a deep breath and continued.
" Sorry for interrupting you." I said, shuffling my feet. " I just wanted to say I'm..."
" Nevermind." He muttered, cutting me off. What? Guessing he must've misunderstood me, I tried explaining myself again.
" N-no, it's not what you think. I actually want to..."
" I said, nevermind." He repeated, his voice louder this time. I didn't know what to say a few seconds so I just kept staring at him.
Eventually he let out a sigh and stepped away from the window. Sparing me glance, he made to say something but eventually stopped and walked away, leaving me there. I watched him go.
This guy though.... What's up with him??
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"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
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