Pleasurous Pains

Prologue

Why does it always seem like time can never go by fast enough while you're in class? I find it hard to concentrate on a lecture when Ms. Johnson is so vague and dull. Maybe that's why I'm seventeen and still a sophomore. Besides, how could I with Monica sitting two to the side in front of me?

Damn, Monica... The definition of a real woman. She was a year younger than me and as fine as can be. She stood about 5' 6", short hair with a long bang to the left and tucked in behind her ear, and dark skinned. She's real cute, I'd give her an eight out of ten. Yea, she bad and all. I wonder if she her number was still the same. I pulled out my cell and text her up, 555-6375. I kept my phone on low light and under the desk.

"Monica went ghost on ya'boy. What up Stranger?"

I went back to ignoring Ms. Johnson. My mind began to gradually wander, as I blanked out. I glanced at the board and just so happened to notice Monica's phone light up in her lap. She reached for it and sat it back quickly. She didn't reply, hell she probably ignored it completely.

Monica turned around and glanced over her shoulder. She gave me that "too good for you" look before facing forward. Her movements were taunting.

I laughed under my breath. I could tell she was smirking after she turned around. I probably told her I'd text her a while back and forgot. Couldn't help but wonder what was going on through her mind. I'd find out in a few minutes, the bell was about to ring for lunch.

I sat up and packed all my stuff. Quickly dumping everything in my pack. I slowly got ready to take off from my seat. The anxiety was killing me. I grew so impatient waiting on the bell. It got to the point where I started counting down like New Year's, 5-4-3-2-BRRRR!

By the time the bell had rang I was out the door. I posted up on the wall outside the classroom waiting for Monica. When she came around the corner I figured she must've known I would be there. She had the biggest smile on her face before she even made it to the hall. She tried to pretend I wasn't there, until I smiled at her.

"Wha'chu want", she asked in a ghetto rhetorical way.

"Guh stawww", I mocked in a high pitch tone. She couldn't fight it anymore and started laughing. "I know you got my text, why you ain't text me back?"

"Because if you wanted to talk to me you'd do it face to face. You know, like a REAL man. " She rolled her eyes in a mocking manor.

"Oh, word? So it's like that? Funny, I always thought I was more man than you could handle. " I couldn't help looking her up and down from head to toe. A white button up, and khakis with a fit like an angel was her tailor.
"Oooh really? And how you figure that", she replied in a smart ass (yet flirtatious) tone. Her eyes fell over easy. The look she gave was curious and seductive. She played with her mouth, running her tongue across her teeth. Her tone dropped low and was serious. But how serious?

"I could prove anytime, anywhere." She rolled her eyes and her mouth dropped in disbelief. "Say i won't, i dare you." Within seconds her expression melted into a smirk.

"Well, my parents are gone til six. And I don't have to be into work until five. Want to come over... watch Netflix and chill?"

"Or I could prove you wrong right now. We got like, what, about an hour til the next block, and lunch ain't even start yet..."

Monica went quiet on me. She looked like she was debating with herself hard, weighing her options. She began chewing on the side of her mouth. She wanted it. I could tell by how hard she was staring at me. The iron was hot, I had to strike before she changed her mind. She clutched her books tight to her chest, eyeing the ground. She thought I hadn't noticed her sights fixated on me from the corner of her eyes.