𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream un...
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Bailey
"So, are you seeing your girl this weekend?" Blake Jensen, my best friend, asks, catching me off guard as his lips curve into a playful smile.
"My girl?" I repeat, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, as we continue walking down the corridor that leads to my locker.
"You know who I'm talking about... correct me if I'm wrong, but I think her name's Millie?" Blake teases, his straight white teeth gleaming across his face. I stop dead in my tracks at the mention of Millie, as I chew the inside of my cheeks while trying register his words.
Why does the thought of owning Millie Hart sounds like poetry to my ears?
Truth be told, I've been intrigued by Millie since the moment I laid eyes on her a few years ago. There's something special about her that makes me crave and ache for her. From that moment on, it seems like I can't stop thinking about her. She's the only one I think about, even when I shouldn't.
I shouldn't be thinking about her every time I'm fucking some random girl with my strap...
"She's not my girl, Blake. Why can't you mind your own business though?" I speak, clearing my throat, as images of Millie moaning and screaming my name, like a good girl, fill my head.
Fuck, I need her.
"You're right. She's not your girl, yet." My best friend lowers his voice to a whisper, his words making my cheeks burn.
"Blake, if you don't shut up, I swear to God I-" I start speaking as my heart pounds dangerously in my chest.
"She's already wrapped around your finger, don't you know that? I mean, come on, Bay!" Blake cuts me off, his choice of words sending a pleasant chill down my spine.
"What do you mean?" I voice my thoughts, as I cross my arms over my chest.
"Please, don't tell me you didn't you notice the way she stares at you in awe? The way she stares at you every time you're not looking at her. She seems to only have eyes for you." Blake explains with a confident gleam in his eyes. My heart skips a few beats as I carefully ponder his words in my head.
"Well, she told me she's straight. She also hasn't tried anything yet. I mean, if she was into girls, how could she resist me? She's simply nervous around me." I state after straightening my spine. The thing is, she's always telling me she's straight, but her words don't match her actions. I wonder if she's just trying to convince herself.
But if she was truly straight, she wouldn't be squeezing her thighs every time I tease her.
"Whatever. I wonder if she's gonna handle you though..." Blake speaks, before blowing a deep breath.
"I think that's enough for today. Whatever happens between Millie and I, it's none of your fucking business. Know your place, Blake. You're getting on my last nerves." I blurt out, glaring at him, before slipping past him and making my way to my locker.
