My first crush (COMPLETED)√

Chapter 5: Dirty Sharon

I stood up and left the hall, my steps echoing in the empty corridor. I needed space, air, time to think. I slipped into an empty classroom, grateful for the solitude.

But solitude was short-lived. Stephen appeared in the doorway, leaning casually, his presence immediately making my chest tighten and my stomach flutter.

"Sharon, why are you doing this? I thought we had... a thing."

"What thing? I don't know what you're talking about." I kept my voice steady, even as my heart hammered.

"That day... you and me. I thought you liked me?"

"No. I don't. Don't be deceived." I avoided his gaze, desperate to end this conversation. But he stepped closer.

"Then why have you been attracting me all this time? Besides, you kissed me back that day... and today too." He raised an eyebrow, teasing yet serious.

"It was just a game. It meant nothing," I insisted, though the words tasted bitter in my mouth.

"You're sure about that? All we did... meant nothing?" His voice was low, deliberate, probing.

"Yes. You forced your way in."

"But you kissed me back," he reminded me, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer.

Too close.

My chest tightened. My mind screamed at me to step back, to run, to resist. But another part of me—the reckless, unrestrained part—wanted him. Wanted his hands, his lips, his touch. Every nerve in my body ached for him.

I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the desk for support. I had to resist. I couldn't show this side of myself. Not to him, not to anyone.

"You want me to kiss you?" His voice was a whisper, soft but sharp, reading me like a book.

"Huh?" My pulse spiked. I wanted him to say it again.

"Just say it."

"You're crazy, Steph." I tried to step away but he blocked my path, closer than before.

"Really? You called me Steph. I've been waiting for someone to call me that." His voice was low, intimate.

There was barely any space between us. My body refused to pull back. Why was I letting him control me like this?

"Stephen," I murmured, almost breathless.

Before I could think, I kissed him. Hard. Urgent. All hesitation melted. I pushed him onto the chair and straddled his lap, the world narrowing down to the rhythm of our hearts and the intensity of the kiss. Every instinct screamed at me to stop but desire had taken over.

A sudden flicker of sanity returned. I stepped back, lowering myself into a nearby chair. My hands trembled.

"I... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," I whispered, shame burning my cheeks.

"What? You're sorry?" His grin was teasing, victorious. "Come on, Sharon. This is you. This is what you want. To be... active. Sharon, we can do this."

"Do what? You're mistaken. I don't know what came over me," I said, desperate to convince myself.

"That's what I'm saying. When I get too close, you lose control."

"No." I moved closer, almost to prove him wrong. But he was right. My restraint teetered on the edge. I wanted him again—but I didn't give in. Not yet.

He leaned in and kissed me anyway.

"Steph..." I moaned, caught between protest and pleasure.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against my lips.

A sudden voice pierced the tension.

"Oh my gosh! What the heck is happening here? I thought the game was over!" Mara's voice shook, disbelief laced with amusement.

I pulled away instantly, stepping back from Stephen.

"Sharon! Sharon!" he called, frustration echoing.

"You never seem to change," Mara muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever," he muttered, ignoring her.

Stephen followed me out, calling my name as if nothing else mattered.

I hurried to my classroom, trying to regain composure. Bella was there, studying.

"Where have you been?" she asked casually.

"Doing... something," I muttered.

"Like what?"

Before I could answer, Stephen rushed in, ruining my attempt at normalcy.

"Sharon! I'm sorry. I know Mara wasn't meant to see us," he said, panic creeping into his voice.

I groaned and pressed my hand to my forehead. "Oh no..."

"So... that was what you were doing," Bella said, her voice sharp, disappointed.

"Right! You got me. But there's nothing going on between us," I insisted.

Stephen edged closer, trying to grab my attention.

"I know she wasn't supposed to see us kiss. I'm sorry," he whispered.

"You were kissing!" Bella flinched.

"Accidentally," I shot back, glaring at him.

"You don't need to explain to her. Let's go somewhere else to talk," he urged, reaching for my hand. I pulled away firmly.

"Forget it. What happened meant nothing."

"Don't tell me that. You're lying."

"What do you expect me to say? That I like you? Or love you, Stephen? In your dreams," I snapped, shaking my head.

"I'm going to tell everyone what happened that day," he threatened, arms crossed.

"Oh my gosh! Are you serious?" I covered his mouth, dragging him outside.

"You said you didn't care. Neither do I," he hissed.

"Please... don't make this harder. If there was something between us, it's over," I said, walking away.

"I never said it was over," he called after me, his voice carrying a dangerous promise.