His rough and calloused hands pushed me back to lie on the bed and kissed me with those plump and perfectly shaped lips then pulled back, running his hands up my thighs and spreading my legs just before giving me that damn half smirk of his.
"Kendall," his tongue caressed my name and his husky voice led me craving for him. "Kendall.."
"KENDALL!" Mrs. O'Brien, my history teacher snapped at me, slamming a text book down on my desk. I jolted awake at the sound.
"Wha-what?" I stammered, feeling my face heat up as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. I squirmed under her harsh gaze.
"You feel alseep in my class, Kendall. I will not tolerate that. Out of my classroom. Maybe you can catch some sleep in the principals office." She lifted her chin as if she was superior to me and I was nothing but dirt under her shoe. I growled in frustration and picked up my backpack, refusing to meet anyone's, especially jace's, eyes. After that dream I could never look at him without blushing again, I was sure of it.
I stalked into the schools empty hallway, counting the cracks in the tile floor to stall making my way to the principles office.
I made an oomp sound as I walked into something hard and fell on the floor. As I looked up, my face flushed with anger. It wasn't a something that knocked me down, it was Jace.
"What do you want?" I snap coldly, getting up and dusting myself off.
"Oh, Jace! Oh yes!" He says in a high pitched voice, obviously making fun of me. I wanted the ground to swallow me up whole. It was bad enough I had the dream, but of course with the bad luck I had, I just had to go and moan his name in history class!
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Your blush tells me other wise."
"Fuck off Jace." I hiss, trying to shove him out of the way. He grips my wrists with the speed only an alpha had and pinned me up against the old rusted lockers.
"I'd rather fuck you." He murmurs huskily against the skin of my neck. I shiver in pleasure. "Besides, I think it's pretty hot you dreamt about me."
I bit my lip holding back a moan when he kissed the sweet spot on the curve of my neck. I reminded myself that he started this war. I smirk, if he wants to play dirty, fine.
I moan his name and press my body against his and feel the bulge in his pants grow, with my new found confidence I flip us around so he's the one pressed against the lockers.
I leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to under his ear, and whisper "You know who else is hot..?" He smirks and cockily puts his hands on my ass and says "Me? No I'm kidding, you are cutie."
"Actually Jake is, he's really hot, he asked me out after English. While you were busy with Vixen." I say with a smirk and with that I painfully turn on my heal and keep walking to the principals office.
Looks like I'm catching up.
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I'm At War With My Mate
Teen FictionJace pushes me against a locker before smashing his lips against mine and I'm trembling everywhere and he's so gentle, so careful, touching me like I'm made of porcelain and I want to shatter. He's running his hands down my body, running his eyes a...