Living With The Bad Boy

7) Too Much Sexual Tension

S A M

"Oh my god," was the first thing I heard when I opened the door of Riverdale High. Looking down at my extremely six-year-old girlish outfit, I cursed that blue eyed girl who shares a bathroom with me. None of them remembered that they were supposed to dress me up. Why did she have to?

"Nice outfit bro," Ace Torton, our sophomore goalie mocked. The little fucker clapped my back and looking over my tight My Little Pony shirt, pink tutu, pink fluffy hoops, a million faded rainbow loom necklaces and bracelets, and heart stickers that covered every single fucking inch of my body. They hurt like hell when you peel them off, speaking from experience.

"Thanks dude," I sarcastically said, clapping his back harder. He was too busy chortling to notice, the little fucker.

'WAIT WAIT WAIT!" Lauren screamed, rushing over with a large bag. Speaking of the she-devil. Taking out a shoe box, I already know where this is heading.

"We forget something extremely crucial," she dramatically explains to the crowd. Slowly removing the top of the shoe box, she shows the crowd pink huge and wide sparkly ballet slippers exactly my size. Oh fuck no.

On cue, Luke and Liam grabbed my arms to prevent me from going anywhere, settling me down harshly on the chair Nena grabbed. Lena and Chase tied my legs to the chair, preventing me from kicking their asses. This is fucking child abuse.

Marce pulled the flats and handed them to Lauren. "Will you do the honors sandwich?' she asked. Sandwich? "I shall wannabe burger," Lauren responded evilly, taking slow, menacing steps with the disgusting flats. Wannabe burger? What the fuck is wrong with these people? Everyone else didn't look as confused as I was. Why am I the only one who never knows what's going on?

Carefully slipping the flats on, she worked her way up my legs, tying the strings in a complicated matter with multiple knots. I'm going to have a really hard time getting these off.

After she got up, Luke and Liam let go of my arms and untied my legs, those traitors. Slowly turning my head towards the she-devil, I cracked my knuckles. She raised an eyebrow, not dropping the smirk of her be- annoying face and taking out a large can of pepper spray. Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"I'd like to see you try," she challenged, holding the can out in front of her. I smirked, lunging at her. She quickly moved to the side and sprayed the can so I landed on the ground. She quickly straddled my behind and pinned my arms. I should have known by now that she's no bark and all bite. Scratch that, she is all bark and all bite.

"Now, if I let you, will you do that again?" she whispered in my ear. I nodded, ignoring the chill that crawled down my back. "Good boy," she said, ruffling my hair.

"Shows over everyone!" Nena yelled. Nobody moved an inch. "NOW!" Everyone quickly rushed to their classes, not wanting to face the wrath of Nena. "Let's go guys," I heard my sister say, dragging everyone away. I noticed Lauren hasn't gotten off my back.

I quickly roll over, so her thighs were on top of my hips. Hopefully she doesn't feel little me shifting down there. Since when did I get that excited easily? She was playing Temple Run on her phone. I used my elbows and lifted myself up, supporting myself against the lockers. She slid downwards a little but still hadn't noticed him.

Smirking to myself, I placed my hands on her hips, rubbing gently. She still hasn't moved, how unresponsive. Her fingers were working really fast against her phone and her thin eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. Moving my face closer to hers, not looking at her lips, I rested my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. She smelled fucking good.