Obsessed over the Popular - a high school romance diary

3- The stalker

TW: MILD SMUT - have fun
Next morning, Alyah woke up with the biggest headache ever, due to the hangover. She sat up in bed, clinging to her head as she sighs, calling over her maid to help.
"Carla! Please come here!"
She yelled at the air, but it only made her head hurt more. The little old lady walked through the door the next minute, holding a glass of water and a pill.
Alyah sighs happily, thanking the nice woman who has helped her whole life. Carla is more her mother than her mother. She was the one who taught her about periods, boys, and everything else. She was truly a blessing in Alyah's life.
"Thank you, you sweet sweet woman."
She says, her voice almost a whisper as she takes the water and pill as Carla stands next to her bed.
Carla pats her head as she takes the aspirin, lovingly smiling as she walks away.
"You've got to hurry. The car is picking you up in 30 minutes."
"Thank you Carla, but I believe I'm gonna skip today."
The woman stopped in her tracks and turned around, walking back to the side of the bed. The fluffy white sheets were pulled off the bed as Alyah whined, laying back down.
"No..!"
Carla smiles as she pulls Alyah out of bed.
"The principal has already called your father more times than I can count Ally. You have to go to school."
She said, with a stern yet sweet voice. Carla always had a way of making Alyah care about things.
"Fine...I guess I'll go."
She smiled as she slipped off of bed, getting ready to school before walking out of the house.
She waved back at Carla, who stood in the doorway waving at her.
"Call if you need to!"
Alyah smiled and nodded as she got in the car.
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Simon spent all morning boring away in Science class, his nose buried in his notebook. The little black notebook laying on the lonely desk in the back of the class was the most precious thing to Simon.
It contained all his drawings, his internal thoughts he hoped no one would ever see. Private... Thoughts.
The bell rung and he stayed down, waiting for everyone to leave so he could pack away in peace. Everyone was so loud and he couldn't help but despise the feeling of being squished by someone to get to the cafeteria.
So he waited.
Once everyone left, and the halls were a messy, loud and obnoxious place, he slowly and calmly packed his belongings back in his bag.
Everything had gone quiet when he heard the door slam open. Simon, startled, jumped a bit and stood still while he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.
He was quick to hide in the supply closet in the back of the class, going expertisely unnoticed by Alyah and her hook up.
'It's lunch for god's sake.' Simon thought.
The supply closet was a tiny room adjacent to the classroom he was just in, and he peeked out the tiny holes on the door.
Once he saw who it was under the football player guy, his eyes widened in horror.
HIS Alyah.
He saw red in this moment, and his heartbeat skyrocketed at this sudden revelation.
The football guy, Justin, as it read on the back of his shirt.
Simon was angrily watching as the guy propped Alyah up on one of the desks, kissing her roughly on the lips and keeping his dirty hands on her waist.
She smiled against his lips, her arms wrapped around his neck with her hands dangling off his back.
All that could be heard were their little noises, her little moans and his stupid stupid whimpers.
'Such a dick.'
Simon watched as the bastard started removing her clothes, leaving her only in her bra. A simple nude bra, with rough lining, fairly used.
Simon took a mental note of this. For later.
She kept making these noises that deafened Simon for only one reason.
She should be making those for him.
But that was far from happening, so he just... stood there. Watching. Creepily watching.
Justin struggled with the zipper in his pants as he kept kissing her. She was sat on one of the desks in the room, looking down at Justin's boner.
She helped with the zipper while he kissed her neck, and Simon nearly jumped out of the sully closet to kill him.
But he kept quiet. Kept still.
Alyah threw her head back when Justin started taking her pants off, sliding them off her as she helped him, lifting her hips for him to pull her pants from under her.
She smiled as he grabbed her thighs, squeezing, spreading them apart slowly and she gasped, as quietly as her pretty little mouth could.
He was furious, but...
At least he was able to see what he wanted to see without breaking his own rule. He took note on how she had a dimple on her lower back, how she wore black panties, how the mole on her shoulder looked like a star. All that.
Justin took out a condom and slid it on, looking at Alyah as he grabbed her face, squeezing it in a disgustingly loving manner. She smiled, and spread her legs further apart.
Oh.
Simon's eyes widened again, focusing on the stupid Justin advancing in between her legs.
He couldn't let him do this. He couldn't let Justin the dumbass football guy do this.
She was his.
Unbeknownst to her, but still.
Simon felt awful for spying on her in this intimate moment, but... it was his job to protect her, and this Justin was no good for her.
He didn't want to cause a scene or hurt the guy, he just wanted them to stop. He wanted Justin to stop thinking about Alyah that way, and he wanted Justin to get away from her.
He clenched his fists tightly by his side, still just watching through the holes in the door.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm down, his anger building up inside him. How could this asshole, no good, pathetically unintelligent being be so appealing to sweet, dreamy and perfect Alyah?
He couldn't understand it.
That's when a loud moan came from Alyah, and he opened his eyes again, scrambling to look out.
Alyah had her hands behind her by her side, holding her up while Justin thrusted into her, that filthy pig.
He kissed her roughly, while his thing slid in and out of her.
Simon couldn't hold it in anymore, and devised a plan. Yes, it would compromise his position and possibly his whole life and reputation but...
She was worth it.
Alyah and Justin stopped when they heard a big thud inside the supply closet, and Justin hurried to get dressed and leave.
Alyah called him again but he was already far down the hall, not wanting to get caught with the school's whore.
That's what she was, fucked half the football team and was known in the community for it.
Alyah didn't mind. But she did mind when Simon barged out of the supply closet, standing in front of her as she got dressed back up.
"You fucking pervert! Were you fucking watching?!"
Simon turned around, looking away from her as she slipped on her pants and top again. She was furious. Furious the nerd had been watching, furious Justin had just left.
She got dressed and walked up to him, punching his back. The guy didn't even move.
"What were you doing you pervert?!"
"I-Im sorry," Simon stuttered, not turning to face her. He knew she was mad, enraged even.
And she had that right. To be mad at him.
But he was so happy...
"You're a fucking creep!"
He swallowed, keeping his arms clinging to his side, facing the wall instead of her.
"You don't think I notice your stares you asshole?! You think I'm dumb, you fucking prick?!"
She grabbed her things off the floor as she spoke, and was shoving Simon and slapping the back of his head repeatedly.
Behind, Simon was grinning so widely she'd feel weird watching his expression. He was so happy. First, she was talking to him, second, she was touching him, third, he got Justin off her.
No bad things.
"If you tell anyone about this I will personally murder you, you hear me?!"
She turned him around, and he changed immediately into a more ashamed and scared expression, just for her to not find him creepy.
"Understand?! Not a word!"
She looked up at him, her tone threatening. He nodded, keeping his mouth closed, and she pushed him away.
Simon ran out the door, his palpitating heart was jumping out of his chest with so much thrill and excitement.
Alyah punches the bridge of her nose, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. She felt so ashamed and angry she couldn't see straight. She paced around the room, and then turned her head to the supply closet Simon jumped out of.
Her eyes lit up with a sense of success out of this world. On the floor, something that would make this all worth it.
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1536 words - I like it.
As always, please have fun. Because the person on the train reading over my shoulder probably did.

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