A Lovestruck Haze

chapter one

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Light kisses travelled from my navel to my breasts, leaving my whole body quivering in response to her touch. I could feel her long brunette hair brushing against my side, bringing tingles to the surface of my skin wherever it touched. I was acutely aware of her fingers trailing up my arm, her mouth lingering above my nipple, her hot breath making me release a harsh moan-

I awake to a hand shaking my shoulder lightly, "Morgan. Morgan wake up."

I turn over to face my girlfriend, and even through foggy vision I could see concern and perhaps excitement in her face, "You've been tossing and turning for the last hour, breathing hard and moaning," she says, tracing a finger against my cheek, "could it be that you were having a dirty dream about me ?"

Barely even hearing her, I groan and reach a hand to rub my eyes, before nodding groggily. She pulls me closer beneath the sheets.

"We still have an hour until school starts," She says with a smirk, "maybe we could... recreate that dream?"And despite the tiredness, I manage to flip her over and stare right into her gleaming eyes.

The kiss I offered was answer enough.

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30 minutes later we'd both finally slipped from bed to get showered and changed.

"Kylie!" I mumble through a mouth full of toothpaste, "Are you ready to go? We need to leave soon or we're gonna be late."

A few seconds later a confirming call was heard and I spit into the sink before stopping to briefly check myself out in the mirror.
Ripped black jeans, a tight fitted red top stopping just above my belly button showed off the piercing I'd recently gotten.

It was the first day back to school- I wanted to enjoy it, and I aimed to start that off by dressing nicely.

Turning away and grabbing keys from the bedside table, I walk outside our room to meet Kylie in the kitchen. She quickly presses a cup of warm coffee into my hands before we both race outside and into the car.

"You excited for our final year of highschool?" Kylie asked, setting her cup between her thighs as she puts on her seatbelt.

"Mm more or less." I reply absentmindedly, beginning the short drive to school and I hear a small slurp from beside me.
"Yup same. But think of it like this: our final senior year before we're free!" Her voice hitches on 'free' and I can't help but smile.

To be honest, I was looking forward to a life away from the stresses of school... A life with my girlfriend.

I also wanted to travel the world; after being trapped in this small town since birth, I felt the need to 'spread my wings and fly'. Without my family.

"That's true. And no more crappy teachers either." I note and I can see Kylie nodding in my peripheral.

"Mr Garter was such a pain in my ass last year," I cringe in response to his name, "if I have him again this year I won't be happy." She finishes with a frown and I hide my smirk.

After a short trip we're pulling up in the schools parking lot and I take a final sip of coffee before placing it in the cup holder.

"Why isn't anyone else here?" Kylie observes before opening the car door.

We both exit the car and lock up, before I snake an arm around her waist and pull her closer.
She turns her head and I press a kiss to her lips.
"Here's to another year of this shit hole!" I cheer sarcastically and she pulls a face .

"Sorry Morg but that's really not something to toast to." She giggles, and I laugh with her.

"Knew you'd say something like that." Shes smiling as we walk into the school.
Everything was exactly the same as the previous year, too small corridors, lockers scattered and enough classrooms to make finding your own a mystery.

It was still fairly early, and yet I was eager to find my class.
"Hey Kylie," I nudge her shoulder as she stares at her phone, "wanna go find my class? I've got math up first." She murmurs and I nudge her once again.

"What do you want?" She groans, putting the phone she had out away.
I lift a brow,
"You didn't hear a single thing I said just now huh." I say, more of a statement than a question. She gives a shy smile and I sigh.

My arm was laced with hers before she could object, dragging her through the hallways, on a mission to find that class.

"So what class are we looking for?" She asks after a few minutes.

F1 ? F3? Which room and block was it in again? F2? Wait no... F5?

My thoughts were halted as i was pulled to a stop, Kylie's hand now gripping my arm.
"Morgan! You're not going to get anywhere running around like some crazed animal- you need to stop and think." I turn to her and offer a tight lipped smile.

"You're right.. i'm sorry." She waves a hand to dismiss my apology before motioning for me to check the school journal.

After flipping through what feels like 100 pages, I finally find the true location of my classroom: in G block, or more specifically, G3.

I inform Kylie of this discovery, "You wanna come drop me off?" I ask, but a shrill ringing interrupts her answer.
Suddenly I notice all the students around us, seemingly having appeared in a matter of seconds.

"Sorry Morgan, I gotta find my own class now," She shrugs her bag over her shoulder, leaning up to plant a kiss on my cheek, "have fun in maths though, I'll meet you at our usual spot for lunch."

She squeezes through a group of students, disappearing through the now crowded halls. I walk towards G block.

I look to the side, noticing a water bubbler that was definitely not there last year.

I suppose this schools moving up in the world, I think with a smirk. I then notice the second bell ringing just as I find myself outside a blue door.
With a quick look upwards, I find "G3" written in white paint. I pause before grabbing the handle, sending a prayer that this teacher wouldn't be a total bitch.

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