Upper Six (Completed, Being Edited)

Three: Reckless

It's been about a week since Laura has threatened me, and I think the girl has lost her goddamn mind.

First of all every day, every day, I get a note slipped into my locker saying some nasty shït, like "I'm gonna lick your clít so good, baby", or "I can't wait to have you coming on my fingers".

To be honest, I know that I should just throw the goddamn paper away - I mean I've noticed the trend - but I can't help but read the note every morning, only to shiver in fear, and, even though I hate to admit it, lust.

This morning - a Tuesday - is no different. I open my locker and pick up the piece of paper, which is folded into quarters.

"I'm going to spread your pussy lips,
And hold your clït
Pinch it,
Pull it,
Roll it,
Squeeze it,
Rub it...
Suck it,
Until you beg me to let you come.
But I won't.
Not until you've earned it.
But when you do..."

She leaves it there.

I'm wet. It feels as if she's doing that shit to me right now. I usually throw away these papers, but this little free verse poem could be put to use for lonely nights. I fold the paper up and put it in my pocket, then take out my biology text and lock my locker, but as I turn around, I see that Laura is watching me. She looks as if she has been watching me this whole time. Instead of being embarrassed, seeing her right after I read the note makes me even wetter. However, I decide that I am going to do my best to ignore it.

Eyes straight ahead, I walk straight pass her, ignoring her blatant stares as I leave the classroom without a backward glance.

***

Biology class.

That's the second thing that Laura has managed to fūck up for me.

Every single class - and I have biology four days a week - I can feel her eyes on me, undressing me, eye-fucking me; I can see her from the corner of my eye, staring at me; and when I turn to look at her, she wiggles her tongue with the naughtiest expression on her face. Usually, I can ignore her, but sometimes, it's just too much.

Today, however, she's gone too far.

I walk into the classroom and see her sitting in a chair next to my own, smirking up at me.

"No," I growl at her.

"No?"

"No. You are not sitting beside me."

I have a limit; Laura has poked and prodded and played with me for over a week now, and I don't think that I can take anymore without orgasming, killing her, or both.

"Why can't I sit with you, Fiona?" Laura asks me with the most innocent look in her eyes, the only thing giving her away is her slight smirk.

Maybe it's because I'm an idiot, but I cannot admit to this girl that she has any amount of power over me; I can't willingly let her know that I fear her. So of course, me being my dumb-ass self, I turn to her and say:

"You know what, Laura? It's fine. Sit where ever you want. Who am I to tell you where to sit anyway?"

Her smirk turns into a full-blown grin, and instantly I know that I'm screwed.

"Okay, class. Now for those of you who remember, last class, we started anaerobic respiration. Who can tell me about anaerobic respiration?"

Someone at the back of the class starts to answer, but I can no longer hear anyone, because Laura has her hand on my thigh.

I take it off abruptly, digging my fingers into her hand. She pulls it back. When my eyes meet hers, she's giving me this look... almost as if she's scolding me. it scares me and turns me on.