Curry Munching with the French Boy

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AN: THE FABULOUS DEEPIKA PADUKONE AS MALIHA'S TRASHY SISTER HAHA

I had French last period and ever since Devin arrived I had been sitting next to him at the front of the class, leaving my spot next to Ryder vacant. Today though, Ryder had asked me to sit with him in the back so I ignored Devin’s pressing stares as I entered the classroom and made my way to my old spot. Ryder was already sitting in his chair with a smug look on his face and I chucked my books down onto the desk next to him.

“He-llo sweet cheeks.” He cooed.

“Hey Ryder.” I murmured. Before I could take my seat Ryder yanked me towards him and pulled me down onto his lap so that I was straddling him.

“Did you really think I’d let you sit down without giving me a kiss?”

“I don-” I was silenced by Ryder pressing his lips to mine. He had one hand on my waist and the other cupping the back of my neck. His lips moved against mine fiercely and it took a few seconds for me to respond. I hadn’t kissed a boy this intensely in 2 years so I was a bit rusty, but after a minute my hands were in his hair tugging his face closer. He expertly kissed back, licking my bottom lip. I let out a slight moan and parted my lips for his tongue to slip in. The kiss quickly became more passionate as he grabbed onto my hips to hold me in place while our tongues clashed together. Gee, I had forgotten how good making out felt. I involuntarily began to grind against Ryder and he let out a throaty groan as he nibbled on my bottom lip.

“Excusez-moi.” Ms Pinard’s voice interrupted us. We both pulled away slowly, me with a look of absolute horror on my face and Ryder with a sly grin. I was still straddling him and he had a hand wrapped around my waist as Ms Pinard glared at us from behind her snippy cat eye glasses.

“Take your seat, Miss Jhadav. Mr Johnson, refrain from doing such things in my class.” She drawled making her way to the whiteboard in front.

“Ma’am, we were just practising our French kissing.” Ryder smirked.

I spilt from Ryder instantaneously and took my seat, cursing my existence profusely. What was I thinking, making out with a boy during class?

Ms Pinard glared back unimpressed and continued with the lesson. I shook my head and tried to concentrate on work, but how could I when Ryder felt it necessary to stroke my thigh under the desk? Even though I was wearing jeans his touch was sending shivers through me, but I couldn’t figure out if they were shivers of disgust or pleasure.

Regardless of that, Ryder was a damn good kisser and my lips still felt hot and swollen from our intense making out. From the corner of my eye I could see him smirking and I bit on my lip trying to rid my mind of the thoughts I was having. Hell yea, I wanted to have a kiss like that again, but I wasn’t so sure if the person I wanted to kiss was Ryder.

After a few minutes of his relentless stroking I placed my hand over his to stop him. He looked over at me with an innocent pout and I just shook my head lightly.

“Fine,” he whispered, “I’ll just wait for next week.”

His hand left my thigh and I couldn’t help but feel more relaxed after his touch was gone. His words sent a chill running through my spine, but not in a good way. What the hell were he and his goons planning for Friday? I dropped the thought when I realised Devin had been shooting daggers my way the entire period and I sheepishly stared back. He shook his head with a menacing stare and I flushed before looking down at my fumbled fingers.

“Monsieur Ford?” Ms Pinard called out.

“Oui Madame.” He replied in a flawless accent.

 The next few sentences I didn’t quite catch because Ms Pinard had flew off in a flurry of fast French and I couldn’t understand. Devin replied in equally fluent French, and his gaze drifted off towards me, midsentence. Ms Pinard’s eyes also found mine, before she replied. She replied with such vigour and passion that I thought she might be scolding him or something. After Ms Pinard’s rapid speech Devin shrugged and muttered an “I don’t know,” before the lesson continued as normal.

When the bell rang signalling the end of school, I hopped up to leave, but was dragged back by Ryder gripping onto my waist. He pulled my back into his chest, and brushed his lips across my neck up to my ear.

“Your friend Avril invited me to come watch your volleyball practise.” He murmured, his hot breath fanning my ear.

“Sh-she did?” I gulped nervously. Damn bitch! I was so going to grate her nipples after this.

“I have football practise till 4:30, but I can assure you I will be there to watch you scamper around in those sexy shorts the last half hour.” He grinned before nipping my neck and sauntering out of the class. Devin was standing over Ms Pinard’s desk, glaring at me. We were the last two people in class with the exception of Ms Pinard who was tapping away on her computer.

“What is it Devin? Why do you keep giving me these looks?” I huffed in annoyance. Devin seemed to try and get his features under control and put on an impassive look before replying.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mumbled.

“I’m sure.” I replied sarcastically. “If you have a problem with me and Ryder, shove it up your anal cavity, okay?”

“Now who said I had a problem with you and the walking STD?” Devin asked, his face curling up in a sneer. “Lea.” He added.

“Don’t call me or him that.” I snarled through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to him.

“Oh yeah, why not Lea?” He scoffed taking a step towards me.

“Because it’s rude!” I shrieked jabbing my forefinger into his rock hard chest.

“Lea loves the walking STD.” Devin sang, taunting me as he moved his face closer to mine. My chest was heaving up and down in anger? I don’t know, but I was pretty pissed off and Devin and I were right up in each other’s personal space. Just then a squeak from the door interrupted our glaring contest. My head snapped up to see Avril standing there, already changed into her volleyball kit. She seemed taken aback by my fiery expression and started nervously.

“Erm, we have to go Lee, otherwise we’ll be late.” She murmured.

“Right,” I nodded adjusting my bag on my shoulder. “Screw you Devin.” I said in a mock sweet voice as I exited the classroom, middle finger raised in his direction. Just as I left though, I caught a fragment of what Ms Pinard was saying to him.

“You seem to like her a lot.”

What the actual fuck? I thought.