His Good Girl

Chapter 6

A/N: I just want you all to know this story will get very intense sexually and if you aren't into that stuff then please do not read on.

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Ryder Blake.

That's a name I never thought I'd be thinking about so much.

Ryder Blake.

I can't get the feeling of his lips on mine out of my head.

I mean sure I've kissed people before but that was different. Mainly they were just pecks or terrible make out sessions but his kiss. There was something behind it, something hidden and begging to be let out. It was soft and rough, his hands gripped me so gently but tight at the same time.

I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him touch me everywhere. For him to kiss me everywhere.

It's gotten so bad I've dreamed about him. I've dreamed about him kissing me, pressing me up against that class room wall and grinding him self against me while my hands were restrained in his own.

A blush crawled its way up my cheeks, I shook my head to clear it of those explicit thoughts and focused on what Mr. Kreg, my government teacher, was saying.

I couldn't really pay much attention to what was being said, mainly because his voice was so low and monotone it was heard to listen to, so I settled for just writing whatever was in the power point he was showing.

I internally groaned dreading gym class.
Not that anything big was happening I mean it's just gym class.

The bell rang and I dragged myself to the locker rooms.
I walked in and opened up my locker as Ashely put on her gym shirt.

"Any idea what we are doing today?" Ashley asked.

I snorted(attractive I know) and shook my head.

"They're just trying to find a million ways to embarrass us."

She nodded in agreement.

After we dressed, we went to the gym.

People stood together in groups while the coaches were discussing something amongst each other. Ashley and I stood off to the side and just talked about random things like if she watched any more episodes of Stranger Things.

The coaches split up and gathered their classes to take role. Some of the coaches started to group up each others classes.

Oh no.

You're kidding.

"Well class today we are pairing up with coach Patrick's class." Coach Carie announced.

We all groaned in response. Ash and I looked at each other with dread clear on our faces.

This was the dumbest time of year in gym class. We either played dodge ball or badminton. It was incredibly boring.

"Ten bucks says it's dodge ball." Some guy behind us whispered.

The guy next to him chuckled in response.

Coach Patrick  and his class walked over to us. His class was the opposite of ours. His was full of obviously active people while ours was full of nerds and the most active we are is getting up to go to the bathroom or get food.

Coach Patrick and Coach Carie definitely seem like they'd date. Coach Patrick was a middle aged muscular man who looks like he takes regular trips to the gym and Coach Carie was a tall, lean woman with brown hair and high cheekbones and seemed like she goes to yoga everyday.