I huffed and grabbed my books out of my locker, for my first period class. It was Monday, so it's already a bad start. I also have Physics first. I HATE my teacher, and I HATE Austin Mahone, my lab partner.
Austin Mahone was the school 'cool kid'. He had all the friends, teachers hated him, and always tried to get him in trouble, reckon it didn't work, but anyway, and all of the girls wanted him. I can't lie, he is hot. You could get lost in his deep, brown orbs. When he stared at you, you could really feel it. He was muscular, and very fit. He went to the gym almost everyday, and I found that extremely sexy. Though I would never dare tell him that. Despite the fact that I hate him, I would still fuck him.
No problem.
I walked into class, when Mrs. Francis looked my way.
"Good, you're not late, for once." She more so muttered the last part to herself. I rolled my eyes, and went to go take my seat. Good, I thought to myself. Austin isn't here.
Soon enough class started. We were about a half hour into the course, when the door flew open, to reveal a sexy Austin Mahone. He wore all denim (A/N - picture at top), but he could pull it off, everything looked great on him. His everything was perfectly defined, you could basically see the muscles under his jacket. Such a turn on. His brown eyes were bright, with the way the light shone on them. (A/N - what I mean by the eyes)
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And his hair, ahh. That little dangling piece made him look so doable. I could fuck him right now. My eyes soon fell to his lips. I wish they hadn't. His pink, plump, kissable lips were slightly parted while he was listening to the teacher talk, and his front tooth came down on his lip as he bit it.
Fuck, that was hot.
His brows furrowed in concentration as he was listening to her.
It was, well...sexy. What more could I say?
I couldn't help but imagine what his lips would feel like on my clit. His tongue deep inside me, as his long fingers moved in, and out...in, and out...
I could feel my panties getting wet, so I immediately stopped thinking about that, and tried to focus on my work.
While they were talking, I caught him sneak a few glances at me. At first, I thought he was just looking the clock, longing for the bell to ring. But then, our eyes met, and there was...tension.
Sexual tension, it seemed.
His eyes were filled with...lust, was it?
His eyes kept flickering from mine, down to my breasts. I smirked. I was wearing a tight white button up blouse, and a plaid skirt and matching jacket, with knee high socks and heels (A/N - like in clueless but a little different).
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