The Buddy System

Chapter 1

Being called out of class is usual for me. No, not because I'm a bad kid, but because I'm the person to show new kids around the school. That's mostly because I can speak every language fluently and I am very personable. It's really nice getting out of Mr. Boynger's lovely history lesson on how milkshakes were invented. Every single day, we learn about a new food or beverage's invention; I guess that's what I get for having a fat teacher. The good thing is that I pass every test with flying colors. I walk into the main office and see a tall, gorgeous, stylish boy with golden brown hair talking to Mrs. Eiffer, the oldest but sweetest secretary at our high school. She kind of reminds me of Betty White because they have the same personality.

"Hi, Taylor! Come on in, honey. I was just telling Paul about how he will be in such great hands when he's learning the ropes," Mrs. Eiffer informs me.

"From where I am standing now, it looks like it," the mystery boy, Paul, I think she said, half grins at me and it is the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life. Part of me wants to be good girl gone bad just for him. Then there's his accent. Oh, hot damn, his accent! It's so strong and confident and, dare I say, sexy. I'm getting hot standing here and I want to just tear off my clothes and rip him to shreds in the best way possible but I can't do that. Not here, at least. I should probably say something in reply to him.

"Shall I show you around, Paul, is it?" I ask, even though I already know for sure.

"That's my name," he reaches out his hand and I take my opportunity to shake it. He pulls me toward him and whispers in my ear. "You can call me Tiger in the bedroom." With that, he backs away and releases my hand. I feel butterflies in my stomach as we walk out of the office and I can tell that Mrs. Eiffer knows there is some chemistry between us. Ironically, we have chemistry class together first period.

"So, Paul, tell me about yourself," I try to make small talk.

"My parents named me Paul, I go by middle name which is Brayton."

"Who all calls you Brayton? Obviously Mrs. Eiffer didn't get the memo."

"Only the people I find special enough." He half smiles at me again.

"You know, I don't feel like going back to class. I have access to all of the rooms in the school, including the private senior's lounge. Would you maybe want to go there and get to know each other a little better?"

"With you, hell yes!" We head for the stairs where no one is allowed because it's reserved for "special personnel." At-hem, that'd be me. I want to know him on a personal level, like I've never known anyone else before. We squirm our way through a lot of crevices to finally reach our destination. I guess after being at the same school for four years, you learn how to kiss teacher's asses and learn how to get to the best places for getting to know someone on a deeper level. This isn't like the boiler room where you will find condoms everywhere. In the senior's lounge, you'll find hidden beer bottles and red solo cups. We walk in and shut the door, locking it behind us. The windows are all one way so we can see everything, but nothing can see us. We turn on the light and sit on the bean bag chairs so our knees are touching.

"Brayton, tell me about yourself."

"Okay, well, my name is Paul Brayton Warner, I was born and raised in London, England, I'm seventeen years old and I'm one of six kids. Your turn."

"My name is Taylor Haylen Thompson, I was born and raised here, in Manhattan, I'm seventeen and I'm the oldest of five."

"Tell me about your younger siblings."

"Well, there's Kaylen, he's twelve, Hayden, he's nine, Elliot who's seven, and Lilly who just turned three. What about yours?"

"We have Ryle, he's nineteen, me, then Philly, he just turned fourteen, Jenny, she's twelve, and Mila is ten."

"We both have large families with wide ranges of ages."

"That we do, yes." There's a long pause then Brayton opens his mouth. "Taylor, have you ever been with a British boy?" He moves his hand up and down my thigh, making me need a new change of undies.

"No, would you like to be my first?"

"Only if I can be your last, too." He grabs my face and pulls me into the most amazing, steamy kiss I've ever experienced in my life. We immediately begin moving our lips in motion and wrestling with each other's tongues. He really knows how to sweep a girl off her feet! I'm anxious to see where this leads.