Crave you||Chapter 1
She carelessly flipped her book open and that’s when the sheet fell out and drifted to the floor, landing right by her four inch, red heels. Leaning over, Lydia reached down and gingerly picked up the notebook paper by the edges between her thumb and index finger, inspecting it with curiosity. Tilting her head to the side, she opened the folded sheet of paper and read the four lines scrawled on the paper. She studied the handwriting first, not recognizing it but recognizing it as clearly masculine.
“There are times I desire you,” she read under her breath, her cheeks blushing. She looked around the classroom, her eyes meeting the eyes of other students, but there was no recognition in any of them, no sign that they knew what she was reading. She turned back to what she was reading. "In a lovers arms. Sometimes I want you making fierce love, with moans like thought bubbles." Well, now, that certainly did it. Now she felt herself becoming aroused and it wasn’t even noon yet.
Lydia frantically shoved the piece of paper in her Chloe bag and placed it on the floor under her seat, out of view. She looked around the room again, picking up her pen and tapping it against the edge of her desk in agitation as she studied everyone. Her suspicion first fell upon Aiden. Could it be him? There were many reasons it could be him, but there were also many reasons it couldn’t. First of all, they had broken up. After all these months, why now? Second, had he even ever read any erotic poetry? Dismissing the idea of it being him, she moved onto her next suspect: Stiles. Leaving erotic poems in a girl’s textbook didn’t exactly seem to be his method, so she quickly dismissed him as well. Scott? No. He’d never shown interest in her. He was too busy pining after Allison. There were some new kids that were a good possibility.
She felt someone staring at her rather intensely, but when she turned to look she found herself gazing at nothing. She shuddered, unease washing over her. Who had been gazing at her so intensely that she’d felt it and how had they disappeared so quickly? Lydia looked around the room again, slowly traveling her eyes over each face. She paused by the door and thought she saw someone she knew standing outside watching her, but then just as soon as she had seen him the figure had disappeared and she wasn’t sure if what she’d seen had been real or just imagined.
Shaking her head, Lydia turned back to the front of the class and continued to go over in her mind who could be her secret poet. It could be any number of boys at the school. It could be girls, too. She was everyone’s type. Boys and girls wanted to be her and wanted to be with her. But the writing had been masculine, so she could rule out the possibility of her secret admirer being a girl.
Lydia tried to focus on the class, but her mind remained on the piece of paper in her bag on the floor. It was like a magnet and her mind the piece of metal, the two being pulled together against their will. She had the poem memorized. There are times I desire you in a lovers arms. She recognized the poem from somewhere, remembered reading it years ago.
After class, Lydia leaned against her locker and surveyed the hallway of students, eyeing them all as her culprit. Allison came up beside her and said, "Looking for fresh meat?"
“Sort of. I received this today,” Lydia added, handing over the poem she was holding onto. She looked over at Allison and watched as her best friend read it, smiling delightedly as Allison’s eyes widened. "What do you think?"
“I think someone’s very desperately creative to get laid.”
Frowning, Lydia reached out and yanked the piece of paper out of Ali’s hands and slipped it back in her jacket pocket and let out a little hmph at Allison’s response. "I’m trying to figure out who it is. I’ve crossed Aiden off the list. Romance was never his forte. He was more the type to, get in and out, if you know what I mean. The faster the better. And eroticism just doesn’t scream Stiles to me. And Scott’s too busy pining after you -"
