Never

Chapter 1

Spencer. My crush since last year. That was 8th grade. I was confused then, but now I know I'll never like girls. It was 9th grade now, high school, and I still couldn't stop thinking about him. His body is so hard to resist. His buff arms, his perfect smile, his black gelled hair, and especially... his ass. My teacher sent us to deliver something to the office. I raised my hand to go with Spencer the second I got the opportunity. We dropped off the paper and on the way back he stopped and turned to me.

"I want to show you something," he said. He winked after he said it and took my hand to lead me down the hall. I didn't even think he was gonna talk to me! My mind started racing. His voice was so raspy, yet playful at the same time. He had this swagger that no one could deny. I started looking at his walk. He swayed his hips ever so slightly to make his ass pop even more, showing it off through his heavy sweatpants which he usually wore with his Timberland boots. I could feel my blood rushing.

He paused and opened a door in the side of the hallway. I looked into a huge open room with steel pipes and machinery. I could feel my hand getting sweaty as his was warm but comforting, relaxed.

"Don't be nervous," he chuckled. How could I not?

He took me through this room and into another small hallway with three doors at the end, one labeled "staff only." I became even more nervous. Of course, he pulled me into that one, not wanting to disconnect the chemistry clearly rising. Opening it, I was completely shocked. It was a huge carpeted room with couches and tables and even a TV. What was this kind of room doing in a school?

He looked at me, still smiling as he always is, "Some friends and I discovered this place. Now I come here whenever I want to escape school."

He sat me down on the couch next to him and asked me, "Have you ever heard of this place? Any of the rumors?"

"No, never." I managed to say strongly, not whimpering. I was trying to impress him with some fake confidence. I didn't want him to think I'm scared or weak or intimidated.

"Well," he started, a smirk on his face,"some people come here to relax and others come for privacy."