Posie ~ So you're a siphoner, right?

Chapter 1: The Party

Penelope's POV

The best news I ever heard. The Josie Saltzman not only came out as pansexual, but her dumbass  boyfriend broke up with her because of it. I know I must sound horrible  cheering for the heartbreak of someone as sweet and innocent and Josie,  but god, it is the best day of my life.

Josie has been the girl of my dreams ever since I laid eyes on her  pouty pink lips, long legs and perfect perky ass. And by the girl of my dreams, I  mean that literally.

I am not proud to say that my dreams are often  filled with the innocent Josie doing not so innocent things, or mostly  me doing not so innocent things to her. The worst part is when I am  awake, it's not any better.

I find myself drifting off constantly in  class, wondering what she would sound and taste like. I know its  horrible, I am a sex-craved perv, but I can't help it. No matter how  many girls or guys I sleep with, I always think of her.

Today is particularly worse than others. Now instead of pinning after  this girl who would never like me back, I am now chasing someone I have  an actual chance with.

Now that my chances with Josie have skyrocketed,  my head becomes even more clouded with her. It's not that I am in love  with her, it's that I am so physically attracted to her it hurts. Like  actually hurts.

So sitting next to Josie, while she is wearing those damned school  uniform skirts, and is available is perhaps one of the most painful  moments of my life. I may be freaking out on the inside, but years of  being the stone-cold head bitch really are paying off because I don't  even look bothered.

Whatever movie is playing on the SmartBoard finishes, snapping me out  of my thoughts. I look down at my blank sheet. Fuck. I was supposed to  answer these questions, wasn't I? I glance over at Josie's sheet, and of  course, every answered is written neatly, taking up every line given.

"Josie, can I see your sheet? I forgot I had to answer these." I whisper, leaning into her personal space. I intently watch her reaction, seeing if  she will be annoyed with someone bumming off her hard work, but of  course, in the only way Josie can, she offers a sweet smile and slides  over her paper.

"Of course. Oh, and I wasn't really sure about question 10, so don't  trust my answer." She explains with a furrowed eyebrow, determined to  make sure I get the best out of her answer.

Today, she has been quiet, and of course, it's justified with her  recent breakup. I am surprised though to see that her pouty lip isn't  jutting out more than usual, which would have been expected.

Instead,  she seems more focused, and I don't know if it's because of the work in  front of her, or because she is thinking about the breakup. Either way,  Josie not being her cheery self is bothering me, and for some reason, I  feel like it's my duty to fix that.

I stop copying her notes look up to see her zoning out, "I am sure  it's fine, I don't think I have ever seen you get a question wrong."

She smiles but that's it, and goes back to whatever she was thinking  about. Josie and I have never been close, mostly due to the fact that  her twin hates my guts and that I never wanted to get close to her,  especially when I couldn't get her. But that has changed now, well not  the Lizzie part.

"Hey, Josie." I stop writing once again and turn my full attention to her.

At first, she looks bothered by the fact I have interrupted her  thoughts once again, but she quickly recovers with a kind, "Yeah."

I know right now it's probably not the best time to make my move. She  just got out of a 6-month relationship, which is very long by high  school standards.