panties♕ -n.m & s.w

Part Four♛

Nathan Maloley♛

"Yo Skate, wake the fuck up." I groan, throw a pillow at my fucker of a roommate, also my closest friend; Sam. My head hurt from drinking last night, but I met a real baddie so it's not all bad.

"Shut up." I groan, covering my face with my arm.

"No, we got class," He chuckles, walking over to his half of the wardrobe to pick out his clothes for today. "You up for the gym after lunch? Maybe a jog?"

"Yeah sure bro, but please shut up now." I reply, rolling over to block out his noise.

"No can do Skate, you gotta' get an education." He laughs, pulling me out of my bed.

After showering and getting ready Sam and I walk to class, checking every girl out to see if we can find the baddies from last night, they must go to college here - why else would they show up just the two of them?

"Man they're not here." Sam sighs, getting his gym bag out of his locker which is conveniently beside mine.

"It's only been ten minutes, give 'em a chance." I reply, casually leaning against my locker.

"Are they new or something?" He asks. "I've never seen them before."

"They must be, or just have different classes than us." I shrug, walking along to my class.

Sam splits off to his class whilst I go to mine, I sit in my usual seat at the back and rest my head on the desk, my head still aching from last night. The chair scraping across the floor beside me makes me lift my head to glare at whoever caused my headache to get worse.

But it's her, Melanie.

Or Elody. What's her name?

"Oh, it's you." She mutters, sitting down with a semi scowl on her pretty face.

I chuckle and look over at the teacher, she's reading from a book. Nobody pays any attention and to be honest - I don't think she cares.

"How's it going?" I ask her, peering over at her schedule in her hand.

Melody! That's her name.

She looks up at me and scoffs, resting her chin on her palm. "Great." I reply awkwardly, checking the teacher isn't looking before quietly shuffling my desk over so I'm closer to hers.

We're in the back corner so it's not as noticable, only if the teacher stands up and looks directly at us - which she won't.

"What are you doing?" Melody hisses, shuffling over in her seat.

I don't reply, smirking as I lay my hand on her jean covered thigh. Her expression turns blank as she looks ahead, furrowing her eyebrows.

Does she mind or not? What is this girl's game?

I push my hand up further to her button and zip, she doesn't seem to mind otherwise she would have stopped me by now. I carefully unzip and unbutton before slipping my fingers in, a grin on my face.

Her hand wraps around my fingers, squeezing them together so much that it hurt, really really bad. "L-Let go." I beg, squirming in my seat as the pain begins to get unbareable.

"Next time you want to touch a girl, ask her, or does that not process through that thick skull of yours? Asshole." She snaps, shoving me away before fixing her zip and button.

The teacher stands up, our fuss didn't go unnoticed. "Mr Maloley! Principal's office right this second!"

Melody just laughs as I try and regain feeling in my hand.

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I actually really love this story (: