Wrong Number

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Norrie's POV

"Norrie" my best friend Natalie called from down the hall. She ran over to me out of breath. "You need to get in better shape" I said laughing.

"Fabian was looking for you. He wanted to ask you something important" she said with a smile on her face. I've had a crush on Fabian for years. "Where is he?" I rush out. "The lounge, fourth floor" she informs me.

I get to the lounge and no one is there but Fabian. "Hey, come and sit down" he tells me. As soon as I sit down he lays his hand on my leg. "Natalie said you wanted to ask me something". "Ya, so you know how I'm awful in class? I was wondering if you could tutor me". "I don't know. I'm quite busy". "Come on, please. I need your help and I want to spend time with you" he says with his perfect smile. "Alright" I say defeated.

"Great, I'll see you later then. Come by my house after school." he says getting up and walking away. Spending time alone with Fabian at his house? Almost a dream come true.

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After school I go over to Fabian's house and knock on the door. It's opened by a middle aged lady. "Hello dear, come right in" she says. She closes the door and Fabian comes down the stairs. "Hey" he says hugging me. He guides my down to his basement and sits down on the huge couch. I sit down next to him and open my textbook. He lays his hand on my thigh and we go over the section we're learning. He leans over and kisses me. "stop" I say pulling away.

"What's wrong?" He asks. I look in his eyes before smiling. "Nothing" I say before kissing him back. Before I know it, we're in the other room on a comfy bed. He starts to unbutton my shirt and I realize what he wants. Am I ready? If I don't do this, will he ever talk to me again?

I pull away and tell him I don't want to. "Come on, what's wrong with me?" he asks. "Nothing's wrong with you" I blurt out. "The only reason you don't want to have sex with me is if you think your too good" he snaps. If I don't do this, he'll hate me. Possibly even tell the whole school that I'm prude or whatever shit sounds bad and is not true the least bit. I unbutton my shirt and take it off. He smirks and kisses me again.

A few minutes later, there is a knock at the door. "Fabian, your mother just called. She is going to be home late tonight but she said she didn't want anyone over." a woman says.
He sighs and gets up. "Alright Martha, go back to your chores." he says. "The girl must be gone in 10 minutes" Martha says before she walks away causing her high heels to click.

"Norrie, I guess you have to go" Fabian says cupping my face. I pull my shirt back on and stand up. I feel hands on my arms rubbing up and down. "Maybe you could stay longer next time" a seductive voice whispers in my ear. As I walk upstairs I notice a picture of Fabian and some girl sitting on a couch. "Who's that?" I ask stopping in my tracks. "My..sister" he says awkwardly. "Alright, bye Fabian" I remark pacing through the front door.