reaching the nape of my neck, and then reverting to the spot I like his hand

her side of his sturdy frame. I don't feel any cloth between us; every

been asking it to go. The other hand slithers up my neck into my hair's knots, holding onto the stra

test lips. My lips are parted, and the last kisses are pressed to the corner before the end. His lips brush agai

s neck and chest. Full lips extend into a menacing grin at eye level.

le. I've seen these eyes staring at an unconscious boy in a hallwa

replacing his gentle fingertips with a firm hold. His eyes don't leave my face as

out

d, I scan the area anxiously, searching for him, his hands, his dumb ey

ut my least favorite pers

However, I'm still affected by him, whether it's from his tender touches or his attempt to screw me to

me feel vulnerable and naked. I'm not allowed to consider the reas

nt in my thoughts. His voice reverberates in my ears, so

er sister and the amusing kiss he gave her fat cheek. W

. I've never even met him. Not to add, when all I wanted was to mak

f those details, I can't help but wonder:

l. I go through the processes of getting dressed, putting myself together in the ba

g some confidential, in-depth conversations. Most likely about how much they adore one

You would assume that since they are so very intimate, I would have siblings. However, they cursed me to be

to me. If my parents are concerned with anything outside o

oach a recreational soccer team, so we need to acquire certain supplies. Once we receive the p

is face from the side. "Okay t

nd her dark hair bounces. Which mature woman laughs? I

h my keys attached and m

h too long before my dad speaks up-I guess he's only now rea

open the door, without even bother

about how long it will take my dad to realize hi

im. And it's not like I'm stealing, because h

ey say: when you dream about someone, it means they're masturbating to you

an before the first bell rings. We're huddled around Peyton's locker close to

i, who has ever said that

to her chest, "I said it. I think I just

, Hudson Zane doesn't masturbate in front of me. Probably when he looks

ed like him. And if you disagree that he is comp

ay and now you're having wet dreams about him." Violet chuckles.

ust admit, he practically yelled at me for showing care for his younger sister. Violet, it wasn't a damp dream

a wicked boy. Do you recall when, the previous year, he humiliated that one guy and was expelled? Not go

ect Peyton's misinterpre

re of Hudson's eyes from the forefront of my thoughts.

, and I know without even turning around who's behind me. Peyton tr

smile. It looks more like a grimace,

revor says, "I know your friends call you Cla, and I'd li

for him. Pretending not to notice this exchange, Violet and Peyton turn to face one another

you completed your homework for AP Literature. I just realized that you copied my AP C

him. I know deep down that Trevor completes all of his homework the week before it is d

et him down in the five years that he's been harboring a crush on me

so adorable in front of me-like a child on Christmas morning. As he take

u "Cla," you didn't answer, so I decided for us. You, that is. We are not 'we'. I'm not ma

py your AP Calc homework that one time." Taking the signal, he turns and walks out, glan

already picture Violet and Peyton's ple

say anything. Or ought we to address you as "Clara"? We may be able

she pretends to be hurt badly. "To yo

nip hurts now," Peyton exclaims as she rubs h

e the sexual annoyance emanating from him. Admit it,

shut

king. Trevor Lane is

no

you kin

hardly hear them. I'm making an effort to push the mental picture of V

likely to