My bad girl, her player

Chapter 2

She was feisty I loved that. She was definitely going to be a challenge and I couldn't wait to have her begging my name and for me to fuck her brains out. I'd get her demanding I please her, all I had to do was make her squirm. She'd come running eventually.

I grinned removing my arm from her waste and stood up just as the bell rang. I had an appointment I planned on keeping, a cheerleader who always enjoyed it rough. At least I had something to visualise now, I grinned and walked towards the door.

"What you late for class?" She asked smirking at me.

"No babe, but I'm late for a very important meeting. It will take me the entire period, but I think she'll ne well satisfied. I like girls who are rough." I smirked, winking at her. I expected her to be repulsed instead her grin widened.

"Good, so that can be my excuse when I punch you between the legs next time? I was only playing rough." She replied sarcastically.

I walked towards her, wrapping an arm round her waste. "Now, if you did that you'd have to kiss it better." I warned her.

he grinned. "Only in your dreams baby."

"Evidently," I replied. "You will feature in my dreams tonight, and tomorrow you'll be the main feature in my bed." I replied.

"Ooh Snap!" Mason chorused causing all the boys to laugh.

"Anyway, better go, dont want to keep her waiting now do you?" She replied, her eyes sparkling.

"Well, only if there is a better offer." I hinted.

"Nice try player, but this is one girl your not going to get that easy."

"We'll see."

Megan's pov

I growled, first day back and I had already been sent to the detention room. I had promised myself that this time things would be different, but then you know what they say, once a bad girl, always a bad girl. I opened the door carelessly, listening as it hit off the wall behind it. There was a group of guys sitting and they all looked up at me in anger, that quickly turned to smirks. Yeah, yeah, I'm attractive, get over it.

"Hey there gorgeous, sure you've got the right room?" One asked me.

"That depends, can I fuck your mom from here?" I replied, which greeted me with a chorus off ooh and 'burns' from the guys sitting around him. I grinned, winked and sat down in the seat next to him.

"I'm David, whats your name pretty thing." He asked.

"Megan." I replied. "So varsity, let me guess, football?" I asked him and he snorted.

"Not in this or even the next lifetime. I was born in Scotland honey, it would be an insult to my herritage to play a sport that is not only mediochre at the best of times, but is two seperate sports played together." He replied.

"Ahh, Scottish, soccer team?" I asked and he grinned, nodding in approval.

"So where you from?" Another guy asked.

"Michegan." I replied.

"Cool." Just then a guy walked in and I felt my heart rate begin to beat twice its normal speed. He had dark hair and green eyes, his jaw was well defined and he was, without a doubt the most attractive guy I had seen in a long time. He walked towards me and leant down on the desk.

"Bitch, your in my seat." He said, smirking at me.

"So sit somewhere else." I replied bluntly. Just when I turned away, he picked up the entire seat, moving me out the road and placing another chair at the desk I had moments ago been occupying. I growled as he flashed a smile at me and then I grinned. Steriotypical player, we'll see who will win. I picked up a dictionary from behind me and walked slowly and seductively towards him. He looked up as I leant over him and whispered. "Can I sit on your knee then?" I asked.

"On you go baby." He replied and I jumped up, sliding the dictionary under me and sitting ontop on it, causing the full weight to land on his crotchj. I got up, dancing away as I laughed and waved the dictionary at him. He growled, but his face relaxed and he stood up, offering me his seat. I narrowed my eyes at him hesitantly and sat slowly down. When I realised he wasnt planning on doing anything I relaxed.

Damn, this boy was gonna be the death of me. With him about, there is no way I'll be playing Miss innocent this time. Just then the bell rang and after a quick banter on my part and endless shamless flirtation on his, he disappeared to meet some chick.

"So," I said, turning to Mason. "Walk me to class?"

"What are you in?" He asked.

"Mechanics."