Melanie

Five

Four weeks had gone since the fall season began, and the weather had turned cold. I was in an AP History class. I was paying close attention to what the history teacher was saying, but Melanie easily distracted me sitting just next to me. She was staring at me with her mouth open. She looked to be sighing softly, but the teacher couldn't hear her. When I glanced around her skirt, I noticed she was masturbating. What the eternal damnation am I staring at?! She talked, but there was no sound. I could see by her lips that she was horny and weary.

It was mildly disturbing to me at the moment, but how come the history teacher didn't see it when she was covering it with some books? Melanie and I were in the very last row of seats. Several other students were dozing off because they were fatigued. Melanie let out a little groan, and I immediately wanted to leave this classroom. I was trying to concentrate on what our second exam would be like, but it drew my gaze to her. She was smiling at me, which I found creepy as well. She and I hadn't been talking, but I had the sense she needed a dick or was completely fascinated with me. She couldn't get over me like an obsession.

I rolled my eyes at her coldly and endeavored to ignore her. "Fuck," she said softly. She was meant to cuss in front of a motherfucking class. I put my hand over my face and chose not to look at her. I overheard her say she was already cummed. This crap was repulsive.

When the bell rang, first period class had ended, and I left while she was rushing to avoid the teacher noticing what she was doing. I wished she would leave me alone. I'm so sick of her. This time, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.

The football season has been going quite well lately. Since the first game, my team and I have gone undefeated. I applied to Harvard and other Ivy League schools such as Columbia, Cornell, Brown, and others. I had heard nothing about the results until I received the email.

However, as I entered my locker room, there was a female standing immediately next to me. Something different from Mel. "Hey Daxton," a young lady remarked.

"Hello, Amanda," I said with a little grin. Amanda was in every one of my AP classes. She was adorable. She was pleasant to be around since she was intelligent, respectful, and compassionate. She was also my chemistry partner, but when Jake fucked Rosalia, she was a relative.

"I can't believe our time is rapidly up," she murmured, crossing her arms. I laughed since I had known her since middle school. I'd never spent time with her before.

"I definitely agreed.,"Have you submitted any college applications yet?" I inquired of her. She smiled and glanced at her. Her hair was light brown, and her eyes were hazel. She had freckles across her nose as well. She was one of the nicest persons I'd ever met. I knew Amanda, and I had a chemistry project that we needed to work on together.

"I applied to Stanford, Harvard, and Penn State," she said.

"Oh shoot, I guess I know why you're here," I admitted.

"Is it because of our chemistry project?" She giggled.

"Yes, Amy," I said mumblingly. I nearly forgot. I've been incredibly busy lately, and I've been having issues with this annoying bitch."

"Oh, Melanie Vivian?" She continued. "Jake Quinones' younger sister?" I gave her a head nod.

"Yes, her," I confirmed.

"Thank goodness I'm not the only one," she grumbled. "She appears to be a baffling person, seeking to be the brightest and friendliest. I believe she is obsessed with you." Finally, someone says something about her. Melanie is very captivated by me. She never talks to or flirts with other males.

"I agreed with you," I said. "Anyway, do you want to come over to my place for a study session?" She was startled, but I could tell by her expression that she didn't want to say no. She grinned and then nodded her head. I flushed her cheeks from blushing at me. She used to tell me face to face that she had a tremendous crush on me, but didn't want to be like the other females. And first, I really wanted to get to know her better this time. What I liked about her was her gentle manner.