Sluts and Bad Boys

06: Bōob Sizes and Dates

To the glittery kids who make connections through song lyrics.

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"He's been staring at you for a while now," Tasha observed, turning back around and fixing me with an accused stare.

I shrugged. "So what? I'm attractive. Sue me."

"Girl, you have to be more than just attractive to get Ace Trainer's attention," Lottie nudged my shoulder. "Is there something goin' on between you two?"

"If there was, Tasha would be the first to know," I replied, digging around in my bag until I found my round makeup blush and opened it. There was a mirror in it too so I tilted it in a way where I could see behind me. As I applied the blush on my face, I also scanned the school cafeteria in the mirror.

I saw Ace sitting on a table with some other guys who were laughing about something. I saw him chuckle too and shake his head as he said something. He licked his lower lip, unconsciously, and my heart throbbed.

As if sensing my stare, he glanced directly at me and I snapped the little round box shut abruptly, ignoring the way his eyes still sent shivers down my spine. Lottie noticed this and nudged me again.

"Meg, you need to spill."

I sighed out loud, brushing my hair back, as I wondered if he was still staring. "Girls, I can tell that he's interested but that's about all. If he was really interested, he would've approached me by now."

"So you're just gonna wait and see what happens?" Tasha frowned, folding her arms. I could sense a bit of venom in her voice and wasn't surprised.

"Nope," I smirked at her. "I'm gonna speed things up."

And with that, I pushed my chair back and nearly laughed as Lottie and Tasha watched me in surprise. Grabbing my bag, I started walking towards Ace's table making sure to sway my hips to add a little flair to my miniskirt.

The other guys noticed me first before he did and he leaned back in his seat, as his eyes travelled down to my legs and then back up again.

My heart was constantly fluttering because of the way he looked at me but I had a collected and confident expression on my face. I came to a stop in front of him and he looked up at me with his eyes, his face not completely turned up.

"You know it's rude to stare, right?"

The corners of lips tugged up in a familiar manner and he spoke in a slow drawl, "And since when do I give a shìt about what's rude and what's not?"

"I know you don't," I replied, not looking away from him. "But you could've just as easily asked me instead of staring at them for days, you know."

I paused, and noticed that the guys at the table were taking an interest in our conversation too. Somehow feeling flattered that I had an audience, I leaned down towards Ace and didn't miss the way his eyes shifted from mine to pause at my cleavage. I moved closer to him but he was frozen and I whispered into his ear, "They're size D."

I slowly moved away and stood up, inhaling his scent. He smelled like sweat and cologne and smoke. I couldn't help but smirk when I saw that his eyes were still glued onto my chest, my cleavage no longer visible. When his eyes met mine again, I didn't miss the raw hunger in them and I involuntarily shuddered a little. This time, it was my turn to wink at him and then I turned around and left, fist pumping the air inside my head.