The University of the South

The President (1 of 4)

I ran as student council president for a reason.

I loved to help people.

It was what I genuinely enjoyed doing.

Helping people seemed fulfilling to me. It was as if a hole in my heart was filled and I loved to see people happy or relieved after they had been worrying or something like that.

I became president because of the willingness to help.

My willingness to help however, backfired on me.

The reason I was stuck in this mess was ironically because of that drive to help every type of person.

And I meant every type.

Why couldn't I just leave him alone?

Why did I have to go and help him in the first place?

You are definitely better than this Penelope Rhodes!

You can definitely do better than him.

. . .

"Fuck!" I scream as he drives into me for the hundredth time today.

Shit! Why was he so good at doing what he does?

"You like that huh?" He says into my ear as he thrusts into me from behind.

The supply closet wasn't the best place to have sex honestly.

There was barely any space.

I also had to hold onto the door for support which could result into people hearing the door creak as they passed by.

It was a good thing everyone had class while I didn't. I was excused for the day for taking care of the freshmen party.

Look how great of a job I was doing.

I feel his hands wrap around my hair as he tugs my head backwards, pressing my back against his chest.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum." I tell him as he cups one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing roughly.

He was always this rough with me. There was never really any gently fucking between us.

"Fuck, baby." He grunts and peppers kisses down my neck as I finally let go and I hold onto the door to support my legs.

Shit!

He pulls out suddenly and guides me to a kneeling position on the floor, letting me get on all fours before entering behind me again.

Now I didn't have to support my legs as much.

Did he notice that?

"Fuck, baby cakes!" He groans and that triggers another orgasm as we finish together at the same time.

Ughh, did he really have to use that horrid nickname? I had a name for a reason.

"Oh shit!" I moan and feel myself cum around him, as he releases inside of me.

I'm stuck in my bent position as I wait for him to finish and whimper when he pulls out of me slowly.

He groans and I take a piece of tissue from my purse, sitting up against the door.

I wipe at the mess he made and jump at the contact of my still sensitive center.

I hear him chuckle as he watches me clean myself up and I roll my eyes at him.

"What?" I ask him in annoyance and he smirks down at me.

He continues to stare down at my center and chuckles.

"I'm never gonna get tired of seeing that." He says with an overly exaggerated moan and I roll my eyes at him.

"Shut up." I say and he chuckles, taking the tissue from me and pulling me closer to him, peppering kisses down my neck.

Shit.

"I wanna go again, baby cakes." He says with groan as he cups my center.

I push away from him and sigh, shaking my head.

"Get your horny ass away from me. Besides, don't you have chemistry class right now?" I ask him and he thinks about it before nodding his head.

He smirks right at me and presses a kiss to my lips.

"You got my schedule memorized or something?" He asks and I instantly turn red at the thought.

Did I have his schedule memorized?

"N-no. I just saw Holden walk into that class earlier while I showed the new girl the way to it. I know that you guys always have first period together, always everyone in school knows he's your best friend. I'm just observant." I tell him and he nods, smirking at my attempt to think of an excuse.

Garrett Peters.

He infuriated me to the core.

This whole thing started when I attended a party thrown for me for winning my campaign as president. Almost everyone in the school attended.

Unfortunately, he was there too.

He started trouble, beat someone up or something like that and I got into the middle of it.

I was slightly tipsy and offered to talk to him about it upstairs.

As president I wanted to fix everyone's problems and I guess Garrett needed helping.

He was drunk, I was tipsy.

I found his badboy demeanor hot and we slept together for the first time that night.

We tried forgetting about that night for a while, but another party had happened and I guess the spark reignited.

We couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

We decided to keep it a secret from the rest of the student body.

The president with the worst troublemaker in school?

What would people think of me?

Garrett agreed as well since he didn't want his reputation ruined. He didn't want to seem soft by committing to one girl.

The student council president for that matter.

So we agreed to act as if nothing happened, as if he was still someone I was trying to control.

When no one was looking, it was a different story.

It was purely sex between us however. It was nothing more than that.

I squeal in surprise as he picks me up and places me on his lap with ease.

I hold onto his shoulders for support and he spreads his legs on either side of me.

He peppers kisses down my neck and I close my eyes as I relax in his touch.

"Who's the new girl? Is she hot?" He suddenly asks and I glare back at him, shoving him away from me as I end up looking for my underwear.

Why do I even put up with him?!

"You're a pig." I say and hear him chuckle.

I feel his arms wrap around my waist from behind and I instantly stand straight up.

I try to pull his arms away from me, but his hold is tight on my waist as he rests his head against my neck.

"You're jealous, baby cakes. You're hot when you're angry, fuck." He says with a groan and I sigh, leaning into his touch.

I slowly pull away from him after a while and sigh, searching for my underwear.

"Looking for these?" He asks, as my underwear dangles from his pinky.

I snatch them from him and quickly wear them under my skirt as he watches me with a smirk.

"Get to class, Garrett. I mean it." I say and walk towards the door.

He was nothing but trouble, I needed to move on from him soon.