Montrose Academy

Chapter Eleven

"We need to talk."

Justin's Point of View:

Our mouths moved in sync as our tongues danced together. Sierra was pulling my hair roughly and I was grinding our hips together. We had gone back to her dorm after Combat Training since I needed to clear my head after the brawl between De Luca and me.

Pounding into her, I could feel her nails digging into my flesh and I groaned at the sting but kept thrusting.

"Mmm, Justin." She moaned kissing my shoulder and neck.

After a couple more thrusts, she orgasmed and I followed a few minutes later. Rolling off of her, I regained my breathing and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.

"I'm glad I can take your mind off of things." She purred into my ear, gently nipping it with her teeth.

"Me too." I replied monotonously. Standing up from the bed, I grabbed my underwear that was piled on top of my jeans and shirt. Slipping on my clothes, I saw Sierra clutching the sheet to her chest.

"Leaving so soon? I thought we were going for round two." She winked biting her once-red lip. She was going to have to reapply some more of it later.

Suddenly I got the weird sense of deja vu. Allie's face flashed in my mind and the night of the party when I had taken her up to the rooftop. She had been wearing lipstick that tasted like cherries, my favorite.

"I have to go and you have to get ready for fifth period." I replied pulling on my shirt. She pouted and I told her goodbye while grabbing my backpack that was near the door.

I past the door that led to the rooftop. Deciding whether I should go up there or go to lunch, I chose to go up to the rooftop since I wasn't particularly hungry. Walking up the stairs, I reached the door and opened it. I went to the ledge and took a seat looking down at the people who were walking on the ground. They looked so small from up here.

I wish I had cigarette in my pocket but I couldn't risk it. I was trying to break the habit but it seemed like every time that I was close to breaking it, I would just go back to square one, where I began. Bringing my backpack beside me I opened it and grabbed the sketchpad I usually carried around and a pencil. I flipped to a new page and I found myself beginning to trace almond shaped eyes with perfect dark sculpted eyebrows.

I had gotten into drawing during the summer as a meaningless past time but I soon figured out that I enjoyed drawing, and the people around me did too. Especially my grandma and mother. My mom would always ask me to draw the flowers she kept in her garden and my grandma would want me to draw the birds that would visit her backyard. Overall it was if drawing was something that calmed and relaxed me, but not like smoking.

Tilting my head to the sky, I blew out a sigh, imagining it was a thick cloud of smoke.

Allie's Point of View:

Wiping the back of my hand against my mouth I tried to rid the feeling of Ethan's lips on mine. It wasn't a bad kiss but it wasn't a pleasurable one either.

Not like Justin's. My mind retaliated and I couldn't believe I had thought that. I admit the times that Justin and I had kissed were wonderful. He was a great kisser. The way he slipped his tongue into my mouth gently and not forcefully, the way his lips would capture my upper lip between them and gently suck.

I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking of Justin but I hadn't talked to him since yesterday when he was helping me with my boxing technique. He had told me that my footing was off and offered to help me. It seemed very easy at first but I grew frustrated that I couldn't do it. Then Justin had to turn the tables against me and kissed my shoulder sensually following by him softly smacking my ass.