E + A

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We're a thing. It's been a couple of weeks now. That pretty, long-haired, soft girl. Eyeing me during class. Sweet smile. Pretty girl. I smiled to myself, zoned out. The bell rang and I looked up, snapping out of it. I got up and put my things away, looking around for her. There she is.

"Hey," she smiled. "I couldn't focus at all," she laughed, then continued. "Would you mind me coming over today?" I froze.

"Yeah, I don't have anything else to do," I chuckled. She smiled at me with amusement. I smiled and bit my lip slightly. So pretty. She took my hand and walked me to the next class. I gripped onto it firmly. Small.

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She regularly comes over now. Ever since about two months ago, I get to see her. Alone. She shifts. I look back up, tightening my arms grip around her waist. Her thighs tighten around mine. She's distracted. I bury my face back into her shoulder. She tries not to look back at me. I bite the inside of my lip.

"What did you get for this question, Eric?" she breaks the silence.

"What makes you think I did the work?" I teased, tapping my fingers against her side to fidget. "I can't focus either,"

"Whatever," she sighs. I sit my head up at her sudden change of tone. Her shoulders drop again.

"What is it?" I ask. She keeps her eyes down. I press the side of my face into her hair, watching her hands.

"I wish you could help," she said, seeming irritated. I stopped, watching her hand tighten around the pencil. I let out a heavy breath.

"Sorry," I say shamefully. "I wish I could, too," 

She suddenly smiles, "I know," she paused, reaching her hand back and softly caressing my cheek. "I know you try your best, don't worry," she gently finished.

I stopped for a moment, leaning into her hand slightly. Her mood changed so fast. I blinked a few times, brushing it off, barely grazing my lips against her palm. Her waist moved, leaning back and looking up to admire me. I stare. The light in my room compliments her eyes so well. I felt myself smirk. She turned slightly and leaned closer to my face. She undressed me with her warm eyes again. I narrowed my eyes slightly, pressing my lips against hers. Closing our eyes, I lean forward, her back hits the blanket. Pulling away, I lean into her neck, dressing it in soft kisses.

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I stretched slightly, turning my head. I exhaled, being greeted by consciousness. I fluttered my eyes open, rubbing them tiredly. Long, black hair spread out on the pillow. I blinked a few times again. Shit.

There she laid topless, the blanket barely covering everything but her shoulders. I stared before urgently sitting up, looking down at her, then at myself. My collarbone and her shoulders up covered in markings. I stayed still for a moment, suddenly feeling her shift.

"Al?" I mumbled to her, watching her sit up. She stretched her arms out, then rubbed her eyes. The blanket slipped off from her. I glanced away.

"Eric?" her eyes widened quickly. "What time is it?"

I looked over, "...8:47," I replied with hesitation, biting my lip.

"Oh, of course," she muttered. "We're late!" she finished. I looked down with guilt.

"I can drive you, if you'd like," I started, "You can wear some of my clothes,"

"Yeah, sure," she said sarcastically. She got up, searching for her things. I stayed still, watching her walk around the dark, warm room. "Are you just gonna sit there?" she demanded.

"Sorry," I quickly replied, getting up and picking up my things. Jesus Christ.