Don't Think They Know... ||Mindless Behavor Love Story Series||

Chapter 4

Aaliyah's POV

The bell to go to 5th period rang and I was on my way to the front office for Office Aid. When there was just 2 mins left until the tardy bell rang I saw Erica come outta the janitor's closet with her clothes inside out. It was clear she just had sex but that typical for her to look like that. She looked at me and smirked then ran to class.

But I'm not sure who she was with in the closet and I could care less really (Why do I even bother lying to myself.) When the tardy bell rang Prod flew outta the closet either the same stained white shirt.

"PROD!" I yelled.

"H-Hey beauty. You skip class now?" He said walking towards me.

"No actually I'm an Office Aid. This is kind of a free class period for me."

"Oh co-cool." He said putting his hands in his pockets.

"Ummm I could get you another shirt if you want." I offered.

He looked down at the blue stains.

"That'll be nice." He said smiling.

"Okay well go hide in the closet and I'll be back." I said smiling back at him.

"Thanks beauty." He winked as he closed the door.

I headed to Diggy's locker and got his extra white shirt for Prod. On my way back to his locker I thought to myself.

Why in the hell am I helping him? He just had sex in a janitor's closet! And he's tardy for class. What is wrong with me? I shouldn't even get him a shirt. I should just keep him waiting in that closet. And make him look like a dumb ass.

But that's just my anger speaking. I can't help but be nice to him. I like him too much. Even tho he has a girlfriend and now seems to be happy with his relationship, I still can't help but think what if he was with me. But it'll never happen, I'm not like Erica. I'm not the type of girl who'll have sex in a public area like her. I'm not sure I'm even ready for sex.

What am I even talking about?! Me and sex has never been in the same category. Am I losing it my mind? I'm letting imagination get the best of me. Time to snap outta it.

Before going back to the closet I went by the office and wrote him a pass to class. When I got to the closet I knocked on the door.

"Prod it's me."

He open the door with a smile on his face. I handed him the clean shirt and he started to take his old one in front of me. I stared at his body for a second and I felt my body starting to shake. I reached my hand out to touch him, but I caught myself before I made any skin contact and turned around still shaking.

"You okay Aaliyah?" He said laying his hand on my shoulder.

My knees got weak.

"Y-Yeah. Umm here's a pass to class so you won't be counted tardy." I said turning around facing him.

"What?" He said looking at the pass." A huge grin grow on his face. And he hugged me."You didn't have to do that beauty."

"It's cool. But you'll owe me." I said blushing.

"Owe you what?" He asked.

"You'll think of something." I said patting his shoulder before walking away. And he ran to class.

*After School*

I was at my locker putting up my books when I looked across the hall and saw Diggy in his. He looked like he was looking for something. And my heart dropped. If he found out that I gave Prod his shirt me and Prod will both be dead.