It was a friday morning and you were sitting at your lab table for chemistry waiting for everyone to enter the classroom so the day could begin. The cap of your pen was in your mouth and you were chewing on it. The class begins to fill and someone sits down beside you and drops their books loudly. You jump slightly looking at the person beside you and pen cap falls from your mouth.
"You're not my lab partner." You bluntly say lifting your head up.
"I'm not?" He asks scrunching his face and looking around the class room. Students were filing in a taking their seats. "Your partner seems to be out. I think I can make class interesting today, so lets be partners."
"What if I don't want an interesting class and would prefer to work alone?" You ask opening your text book. Your eyes roll as you open your note book to prep for taking notes. "There's a test coming up soon and I can't be distracted."
"But there is so much chemistry between us." He lifts his chemistry book up and points are the word Chemistry.
"Very funny Brett." You huff and rest your elbow on the table again.
"Don't act like nothing has happened between us Bri " He leans in and you can feel his body heat. He whispers. "I know how you get. You're acting like it didn't happen."
"What is it that happened?" You bite your bottom lip and slowly lift your head up. "Refresh my memory please."
"Well.." He swallows hard staring at your mouth.
"Nothing hmmm?" You pout then lift your pen up and place your hand on your note book.
"There was dancing and some touching," Brett starts again looking you in the eye. "And some hot reactions, the hair's is extra fluffy today if you find yourself needing to grip onto to it at any given time."
Your upper lips twitches up into a snarl. Your hear was pounding loudly.
"Stupid trendy hair cut." You whisper.
"What was that?" Brett asks.
"You're that confident huh?" You ask lifting your brows.
"Oh yes." He leans in a smiles.
"Well I guess it's not going to work now since It won't be a surprise anymore."
"Don't underestimate me." He winks.
"Sure." You nod.
The teacher walks in with a draw erase marker and immediately starts writing notes on the board. Brett opens his notebook and starts to copy the information from the board. A thought goes through your mind, a dangerous thought. One that would put you into the lead in this game, would he even be able to withstand what you were about to do.You drop your pen then on your notebook and dip your hand beneath the table. Side eyeing Brett you watch him continue to look at the board then jot down notes.
"So do you remember any of the reactions you've had from me?" You whisper.
"What?" He continued writing notes.
"I'm having a hard time remembering."
Slyly your finger tips skim his left knee. He snaps his head away from the board and looks at you. Your eyes are straight a head while your finger tip slide down around Brett's knee and give it a squeeze. The air hitches at his throat and his back goes straight. With another squeeze his pen falls from his hand. You hear him swallow hard. Your hand trails to the inside of his knee and he falls forward toward the lab table loudly. You laugh silently.
"Mister Talbot," The teacher calls out. "Is there something the matter?"
"No sir," His voice cracks as your finger tips move up his inner thigh. "I'm fine. Really."
"Then don't make interruptive noises." The teacher turns around.
Still leaning against the table he turns his head, face turning red and eyes glowing yellow. He squeezes them shut. The teacher begins his lecture on a group of elements from the periodic table and you can see that Brett is struggling to to sit still in his seat. A tapping starts in his left leg, shaking his body. The pounding in your ears was the heart in his chest.
With a squeeze on his inner thigh a quiet yelp forces out of his mouth, he covers it up with a round of coughs and excuse mes. His hand meets yours making you jump, but doesn't stop you. Little whispering sounds came from his parted lips that only you would be able to hear. You dangerously run your hands up higher and skim over the front of his black jeans feeling something hard. His face drops and chair bolts backward slightly. Instantly with a blush creeping on your own cheeks, you remove your hand, grab the pen laying on your notebook, and turn your head to look like you were shocked.
"Mister Talbot," The teacher stops lecturing. "Are you okay? This is a third time interrupting class."
The class breaks away from their writing to stare at the tall boy. The boy embarrassingly smiles and nods his head as his cheeks become more blotchy with a blush. You snicker beside him.
"You sure you're okay?" You ask running a hand through your hair, removing strands from your heated face. "Because if you're going to do this again and I get distracted away from taking my notes I'm going to have to move."
"Yes I'm fine, actually more than fine," He says biting his bottom lip. "It wont happen anymore."
The class settles down and you start to write down the notes. Brett leans in and writes something on your piece of notebook paper. 'picnic this weekend?'. You quickly respond 'only if we settle this once and for all today'. He writes something back 'is this an invitation to for something extreme?'. Quickly you respond 'how much more extreme can we get other than being really public like this?'.
"I have my ways," He winks. "And you caught me really off guard a second ago."
"I know I could feel it."
Brett swallows hard.
After chemistry class you bolt out of your seat and rush out of the classroom. Brett bolts after you. Giggling you dodge pass rows of lockers, students and teachers who were shouting loudly threatening detention. You pass Liam with a deep set frown and a confused Scott and make your way toward a quiet part of the school that is rarely used. You creep down the hallway slowly keeping close to the row of lockers and hear Brett's boots still clacking against the tiled school floor. The running stops, but the clacking only gets quieter and closer together.
"Where are you?" He laughs. "Are we now playing a different game? I'm sick of these games."
The lungs in your chest were burning and the blood in your veins was pumping fast through out your body by the hyper active heart pounding against your ear drums. You drop your back pack to find a better hiding place. Scanning the area you decide on a classroom, but right as your were about to open an empty classroom's door Brett pops up behind you. He playfully grabs you by the waist and pushes you against the nearest wall.
"I've found you," He cocks a brow. "That didn't take long. You wanted to be found."
His hands grab your wrists and hold them up to the side of your face. He looks down at you breathing heavily trying to catch his breath. Your eyes look him up and down taking in his tall figure, long torso and broad shoulders beneath the fitted, short sleeve, v-neck t-shirt tight against this chest. Everything about him at that moment was causing you to feel strange, tired, drained, and on fire at the same time, but needing of something. Your eyes bounce to his mouth, locked on the curving of it's corners. He licks his lips noticing your gaze and soon fell to the front of your t-shirt.
"Kiss me," You boldly demand trying to lift up off the wall. He smirks and looks to the side for a second. "I'm done with these games too. You started them, you finish them."
"I can do more than that." He walks in leaning closer and presses himself up against you. His chest meets yours, the front of his legs touch yours. Quickly he drops your wrists and his hands find the sides of your face lifting your chin up. You go in for a kiss and he draws back playfully smiling. He then goes in for a kiss and you draw back resting your head against the wall. Slightly growling his hands lock your face into place and his mouth skims yours. Your muscles relax and your back meets the wall again, eyes closing. His lips begin to move slowly and you follow. You reach your arms up and wrap them around his neck bringing him closer and you cautiously open your mouth to deepen the kiss. He responds back instantly with his tongue grazing your lower lip then dipping between and you tilt your head to keep the kiss going strong accepting the invitation.
His hands find your waist and push up the bottom hem of your loose fitting t-shirt. The kiss breaks and the t-shirt is pulled off exposing a coral pink lacy sports bra. You go for his shirt and practically rip it off of him eager to see what is beneath. The shirts are discarded across the dark and empty hallway. You run your hand up his torso, over his pectoral muscles, and wrap your arms around his neck gain.
A deep chuckle enters your ear and Brett's hand lift you up by your thighs and wrap them around his waist. His lips find your mouth again opening, going aggressive, deepening the kiss again. Suddenly his pelvis rocks against your core and you squeeze your legs around his waist.
"Holy shi-" You break away from the kiss and snatch his hair bringing his upper body closer to you. He laughs again and attaches his lips to your left jaw alternating sucking gently and aggressively. Your words become breathy. "Brett I want to..."
His kisses continued until you pulled him away, gripping him by his hair tilting his head to the side. His eyes flash yellow and you feverishly press hot kisses to his defined jaw line. His breathing become unsteady. They trail down as far as you could go with the stance you were in. He rocks against your core again and break away from his skin biting your bottom lip.
"I remember in the locker room how you reacted and I must confess it's what I think about before I go to sleep at night." You whisper.
"Really?" He laughs then takes in a deep breath. "You know what keeps me awake at night sometimes? What I really want to do to you."
Your heart stops for a second and then starts speeding up circulating hot blood to a certain lower region of your body. Your imagination starts to stir in your head and you image yourself lying on a bed with Brett hovering over you. His hair is wild and his cheeks are flushed. You blush and stop everything that you were doing. Brett notices.
"What's wrong?" His face scrunches up. "You're not going shy are you?"
"No I.." You unlatch your arm look away smiling. "I just thought of something that's it."
"What?" He inched in curious.
"What you would possibly do."
"Of course you would," He winks. "I want you to."
Foot steps are heard walking down the hallway. They stop near the two of you.
"Put your clothes back on right now Miss Bri and Mister Talbot!" A woman's voice ordered. "This is unacceptable! Get dressed and get prepared for a weeks worth of detention. There is no running in the hallways and there is no PDA!"
Brett drops you and places you behind him as he retrieves your shirt. He faces his back to you so you can pull your top back on. He dresses himself and the two of you start out of the hallway.
"Saturday?" Brett asks.
"Saturday." You nodd.
