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1.10; The Game

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Okay, so I lied about there being a part two to that chapter, so instead, here's chapter ten.

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Songs for this chapter

Irreplaceable by Beyoncé
Adore by Ariana Grande
Love Me Like You Do by Justin Bieber
Little Bad Girl by David Guetta
Baby Boombox by The Handcuffs

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Ariana

Think about the person you can meet up with after years of not talking and reconnect like there was no time lost. Perhaps they were a lover, a fuck buddy, a long lost cousin, or just a simple friend. Whatever it is, you had so much love for that person that whenever you met up again, it was beautiful. And he was just that.

Zayn gave us a small nod before leaving us in the classroom alone- which I'm sure he did on purpose to give us time alone. "Rescheduled. Detention, tomorrow."

Nathan tilted his head at me as I lifted myself onto one of the desks and licked over my lips. He stood between my legs and rested his hand on my thigh; hitching up my skirt slightly before stroking his thumb over my skin. "Hello, Miss Grande." He muttered, his british accent ringing in my ears like soft bells. His lips attach themselves to my neck, kissing it softly. "What a lovely surprise."

My eyes fluttered for a moment, closing while my lips part slightly. The way his hand inches up my thigh slowly, pausing to stroke or caress my skin; the way his lips know my own body better than I ever could. No one could know me like he can. "Nathan, how'd you find out my class schedule?" I whispered, my hands reluctantly pressing against his chest to put space between us. "Nate, I'm sort of seeing this guy on campus already."

"Yeah, I know." Nathan scoffs quietly before pulling himself away. "Sort of? What the fuck does that even mean, Ari?" He asked, disbelief dripping from his tone as he runs his hand through his hair.

"I- He- well, we never really talked about what him and I really are." I mumbled, tumbling over my words in embarrassment. "We had sex at Aaron's party, Nate. We tried to ignore what came out of it-"

"What came out of it?!" He whisper-shouted, making me jump slightly. "Are you.."

"What?" I gasped, and stared at him, my mouth agape. A moment of silence washed over us; his arms crossed over his chest and his glare on me hardened and focused, and my mouth opened wide enough to catch flies. I finally shook my head quickly. "I- no, Nate, of course not."

"Oh."

I groaned, and rolled my eyes. "I meant feelings. Feelings came out of it, Nate." I explained, and my bottom lip began to tremble slightly. God, please don't cry in front of him. "That's why I wanted you to come." I whispered, looking down at my hands on my lap sheepishly. Nathan scooped me up into a tight hug, his face burying itself in the crook of my neck as soon as he saw the salty hot tears spill out of my eyes. "Nate, I'm scared."

"Shh, Ari, you're okay." He ran his hands through my hair, pushing it back gently so he could see my face clearly. "Babe, relax. I just don't get it. What are you afraid of? This guy clearly likes you."

I couldn't say what I wanted to without sounding completely stupid. Everyone else was fooled but I wasn't. "Nate, I think he just likes me because of my sex." I mumble sheepishly, sighing softly.

Nathan raised an eyebrow at me, and gawked. "You think he's just saying he has feelings for you because your pussy's good?" He asked, and all I could do was nod. "That's.. absurd. But a reasonable theory, considering you both just met." He rationalized, tilting his head right and left slowly as if weighing circumstances.

"Finally, someone gets it." I rolled my eyes, chuckling bitterly. "I told Alexa, and she's just infuriated." And if I remember, her exact words were, "You're finding every excuse to fuck around, A!" But of course, I wouldn't tell Nate she said that because he'd get pissed.

"But, if this is the case, what are you going to do about it?"

I shrugged, swinging myself off the desk and standing on my feet. "I honestly don't know yet. I like knowing what will happen next and yet this is the first time I don't. And that's the scary thing about this." I admitted, shaking my head mostly at myself.

Nathan furrowed his eyebrows and nodded. He stayed quiet, studying me for a moment and I already knew he was coming up with our next move. Finally, he spoke. "Well, I have one idea. And I know you'll love it." He said, smirking slightly. I scooped all my hair over my right shoulder and latched my hand into his.

"Enlighten me." I replied, and led him out the classroom. As we walked down the halls, the very few other students that wandered the halls began to whisper amongst themselves as they saw Nate and I's hands knitted. "Ignore them." I mumbled, and he nodded; letting out a throaty chuckle.

"Well, word's gotten around that there's a huge frat party. Some kid named Mikey-Michael, or something, is throwing it. Everybody's going to be there tonight."

I had to laugh. "Nate, I already knew that."

"Of course you did." He muttered, rolling his eyes. "Miss Queen."

I almost gagged, and slapped my hand on his chest. "You make it sound so disgusting. I like Miss Grande better from you."

"Whatever. But anyway, chances are, your precious little 'Lukey' will be there."

And there it was. I had to smack him again. He laughed loudly, his eyes squinting slightly as he did. "Don't call him that, dumbfuck. Hell, I don't even call him that." I couldn't believe I entrusted my therapeutic needs into this dipshit. "No one calls him that, actually."

Nathan shook his head and glanced around the now empty hallway, before pushing me up against a locker. I yelped in surprise, and set my glare on him. "Well, princess. Guess what?"

I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at him. "Was that necessary?" I whispered, irritated. "But what?"

"You're little gorgeous ass is my date tonight. And your little Lukey's going to have to display his true feelings because we're going to push him to it." He mumbled, pressing his body up against mine; pinning me in place. He always did this. And surprisingly, as a joke. "So tell me, precious. Are you in?"

My tongue glided over my bottom lip before I grasped it between my teeth. My devilish brown eyes met his mischievous ones. "When do we start, Mr. Sykes?" I whispered, my arms snaking around his neck while his hand braced against the locker beside my head to hold himself up.

Suddenly, a familiar set of voices approached from down the hall, one more familiar than the others. Nathan's smirk broadened, and his other hand gripped my waist firmly. "Now." He whispered, before crashing his lips against mine roughly. I immediately responded, my lips moving against his. His fingers squeezed my waist tightly for a second, causing me to gasp into the kiss; allowing his warm tongue to easily slip into my mouth. The way it slowly studied my own, brushing against my tongue; fighting for dominance and it never failed to last almost five minutes. A little kiss war was always his forte anyway.

"Holy fuck, Hemmings. Check it out." I heard, but ignored it and continued. The game is always more fun then just plainly talking. The worst in a man is better than the best.

But now that I've started, I wasn't so sure this game was appropriately chosen for this particular player and yet, it's just began.

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A/N- As promised, a new update. Also, go check out my new Ariana Grande fanfiction, Witch of Los Angeles for more Ariana porn in the most magical way. If you do, I'll write more sex chapters for Lariana in here. I promise. (':

Horny little shits. I love you.

-itsallbocanow