The Boy Next Door.

5. Jared

Jared stays quiet most of the time, only engaging when talked to. Louise is all over him, but he almost seems bored with her, an atmosphere of brooding surrounding him.

His hair is hanging loose now, parted down the middle. When he looks down, it covers part of his face, masking it in shadows. Every so often, he would use his right hand to push it back, only for it to fall back over his forehead again.

Sitting opposite me, dressed all in black still wearing his cut, he wears a look of rebellion, and yet I sense there's much more to him than what you see on the outside.

When he does engage, he comes across as highly intelligent with the same wacky sense of humor the rest of the group has. His voice has a husky quality to it that evokes images of sexual intimacy in my mind. Very disturbing to my mental health, to say the least.

His broad forehead is marred with lines of disapproval, especially when he's looking at me. He's brooding emerald green eyes, making me wonder what dark thoughts are going through his mind. His beautiful mouth is pulled up in a grimace of distaste.

At one point, I catch him with his eyes locked on my boobs. Looking down, I realize that my shirt is gaping every time I lean forward, giving him a perfect view of my bra covered breast. I instinctively put my hand up to cover myself, making him realize that I saw him looking. When he looks up, I am startled to see the look of lust in his eyes, in such contrast with the air of hostility emanating from him. It sends shivers running up my spine, goosebumps erupting all over my skin. To my utter embarrassment, my nipples start to pebble into rock-hard little buds. Letting his eyes travel slowly down my face again, he fastens his eyes on my now hardened nipples, a smug smile appearing on his face. When he looks back up at me again, the lust I saw moments ago had been replaced by annoyance.

Jared:

Sitting opposite Cassy, I have to force myself to ignore her. Listening to her laugh and joke with the rest of the group, I almost feel betrayed by my friends. Except for Louise, we've all been part of this group since the beginning of high school, and there has never been another person we wanted to welcome into our inner circle. Cassy seems different. Despite her appearance, because face it she dresses like my grandmother, she seems to fit in seemlessly.

To people like Cassy, we might look like scum, but the average grade of the people sitting at the table is 85% plus. We also have a sense of humor most people don't get, but Cassy seems to get it. I've never seen my friends take to an outsider like they've taken to Cassy.

My attention is drawn back to her when she laughs again at something Justin said. Fuck, she's stunning when she laughs, I reluctantly admit to myself. Looking at her makes me feel things I don't want to feel, so I lower my eyes, scared she might see the affect she has on me in my eyes. That turns out to be a big mistake when my eyes come to rest on her small firm breasts.

Leaning forward to say something to Tanya, who returned with Neil five minutes after they ran out of the cafeteria, her shirt gapes just enough to give me a perfect view of her beautiful bra covered breast. The swell of her breast a rich olive, making my fingers itch to put my hands on her. Fuck what I wouldn't give to feel the weight of those perky little mounts in my hands.

When her hand goes up to cover herself, I realize she saw me looking at her boobs. When her pupils suddenly dilate when I look up at her, I know she's seeing the lust in my eyes. For just a second I want her to see what she's doing to me.

Wanting to see if the rest of her body is also as reactive to the look in my eyes, I let my eyes travel slowly down her face, seeing the subtle darkening of her skin. Her neck is long and slender, making me want to bury my mouth in the hollow between her head and shoulders. Small little goosebumps marring the smoothness of her skin. When my eyes inevitably gets drawn back to her breast, it's with a smile of satisfaction that my eyes feast on the now rock hard little beads showing through the material of her shirt.

My dick starts to react to the sight of her hardened nipples and it pisses me off something bad that I have no control over my dick when it comes to Cassy. I decide when and how my dick reacts and this sudden inability to control my dick, is a very unwelcome concern.