It was a late sunny afternoon. Birds were chirping, Sun was shining. This was before...all of the madness😏
I remember me and him sneaking looks at eachother in class. Not that you're so pretty look but I want to fuck you. It was so crazy to think in about 30 minutes we would be fucking on the bathroom floor of the school😝
(Sneak peak) he shoved me against the wall. Slowly moving his hands all over me. I could hear his breath get more and more shaky. He needed me. And I needed him. WARNING VASELINE USEAGE
(Flash back) I could feel his gaze on me through the back of my head. Why was he making me feel like this. Do I...like him? Nono I could never like the bad boy if the school, or could I. The better question is does he like me? "AMY JANE" I hear from across the room. The teacher. "I asked you a question Amy jane, are you even listening?" " yes sorry the answer is Obama care" I blurted out. She gave me a side eye and continued to teach. Now more than ever i was embarrassed. He walked by me and placed a note on my desk. I hesitated then opened it slowly, trying not to make noise. "Meet me at the 69th floor bathroom in 5 minutes". Oh no it's happening. Is he going to call me out infront of the school? Or is he going to hit me and call me his little cum slut.
