Chapter 6

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|Theo's POV|

It annoyed me when she interrupted me, Jenny? I think her name was? I don't know. I saw how Emily talking to her best friend. Shit... Is she jealous? Hell no, Jenny is not my type, at all. Plus, she already seems like a faker. He paused for a second then smirked, ignoring Jenny. What if I just... I reached down... Grabbing her thigh, she was wearing a medium skirt, so I know she felt my calloused, rough, big hand on her soft, perfect skin. She paused her speaking. I knew I got her attention, now... If I do this... I started to rub gently, grazing my thumb up and down and I squeezed gently.

|Emily's POV|

I was talking to Connie and then I felt his hand... Oh my god, Theo... I swear to— I grabbed his hand and gripped it tightly. He chuckled and squeezed just as tight. I held back and gripped his hand again... Then whisper "I swear to fucking god, Theo..." I looked at him. "What?" He chuckled "I want you to talk to me, sweetheart." He said smiling innocently. "Whatever.. I'm talking to Connie." I got close to my face "Not anymore, sweetheart. Talk to me." I scoff "About what?" He loosened his grip, making it gentle again. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry your upset." He said genuinely. "I'm not—" "You are." He said cutting me off, completely forgetting Jenny. "Em, Don't lie to me. You can't keep eye contact when you lie." He sighs. "How about after class I take you somewhere? Hm?" I sigh. "Fineee, only because I like tolerating you." I said, fake annoyed. I was actually happy that he wanted to go somewhere after class. I wonder where?


                    ••After class••
|Theo's POV|

I completely pushed Jenna or whatever her name is out the way, grabbing Emily's hand bringing her into the abandoned art room. I pinned her up against the wall. "are you still upset? If you are... You won't be after this." I chuckled before kissing her deeply. She gasped, but had no hesitation whatsoever. I pinned her harder against the wall, our bodies closely touching. She whimpered, meaning she was liking it. I slid my hand up and down her waist, being gentle but firm. The kiss became deeper as it continued I slowly kissed down to her neck...placing a firm but delicate kiss.

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