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After we finished the rest of the lengthy and tiresome school day, what helped me get through it, was the sexual and heavily heated moment JJ and I shared. His warm and thick hands which were covered with cold and bulky rings, imprinted into my skin, his soft lips kissing mine, his blonde hair ruffled all over his face, his blonde eyebrows furrowing ever so often, his mouth opening and allowing his moans and low groans to flee and allow me to listen to him.
So it could've been worse.
Nonetheless, I know my boyfriend had an amazing school day after our long moment. He sent me many text messages, flowering me with compliments, reassuring, and praising. You name it. I peeked over at my lowly lit phone almost every ten seconds, attempting to read the new flirtatious message without getting caught by my teachers.
His words all day made me feel special to him like he actually cared for me. I always knew he cared for me, even when we were best friends, but that confirmed it. He actually loved me. Or in John b's words, he was pussy whipped.
Now all of the pouge, except for the blonde girl, Sarah, met up on the chateau's messy front porch, discovering the curly-headed girl, sipping one of the beers, completely ditching school after she told us she would meet up with us. After we asked her about her weird actions, she just shrugged her shoulders in apathy. Seems like school wasn't in her top three anymore. Not like it used to be.
I was gently sitting on JJ's lap, on a small brown coffee chair, while I felt his fingertips dig into my sides, keeping me firm in place. My toned back was leaned up against his muscular and tan chest, feeling his heavy and minty breath touch and pass my slim shoulders. Slightly touching my neck.
Everyone else was scattered around the messy and chilly porch, seated anywhere that caught their eye as Pope unraveled the Denmark Tanny letter, Mr. Sunn gave us, which was folded in his cargo pockets.
"Maddie, you know there are two other seats left on this porch. You don't have to sit on his lap." John B spoke up, glaring his eyes into my boyfriend and I. "I don't know... I'm just...comfy on here." I awkwardly told my best friend, feeling all of the attention on my boyfriend and I.
"She can sit wherever she wants, John B. Leave her alone." JJ instantly came to my defense with a small scoff, resulting in my plump lips twisting into a pleased smile.
"I don't know...you guys have been acting extremely strange all freakin day." John B pointed out, leaving no reply coming from either one of our mouths. "Leave them alone, B. Before they give us unnecessary details." Pope told him, shooting his dark brown eyes into the kid.
