A Lovers Revenge

Chapter Three

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Chapter 3

“I give you allllllllll of meeeee” Isabelle sings, shaking her head to the beat of the music pounding through her headphones.

“Shut up” I groan and pull her headphones out her ears.

She swats my arm and puts them back in.

I roll my eyes and watch as she hums the lyrics to “drunk in love” by Beyonce.

I grin and she takes out one of her ear buds.

“Why are you grinning?” she asks.

I look up at her.

“You’re teasing me with the song babe” I bring her hand up to my lips and press a sweet kiss to it.

Isabelle stands up and sits on my lap, her bottom pressed against my erect crotch. She takes my surprise as her hips move to the beat of the music. I pull out her headphones and the music blasts through the empty room. Free period couldn’t get any better. I hiss as her ass moves over the one spot bound to spiral me out of control. I press a kiss to the back of her neck, goose bumps rise on her arms due to my touch. I run my hands up and down her arms, my hand grabs her waist and I twist her. She’s straddling my lap, I trail kisses along her jaw line before plunging my tongue into the heaven I call her mouth. Her tongue comes out to play; “Just give me a reason” plays in the background to our saliva swap. She turns her hips over my cock, making me groan as she hits that spot. A knock on the door interrupts our sensual moment. Isabelle jumps off my lap and straightens her clothes. I grab her iPod to stop the music, and fix my trousers.

“Come in” I call, getting up to unlock the door.

“Mr. Stone and Miss Swan, You are called to the principals office” Mr. Matthews, the physics teacher who is secretly dating Mrs. Auld the deputy says.

“Yes sir” I look back at Isabelle who is blushing for obvious reasons.

We got a warning, Mr. Jackson, the principle, told us to stop with the public displays of affection as other students are complaining it makes them nauseous. I argue with the fact that she’s my girlfriend and I can do what I want. He’s appalled at my behaviour as I’m usually a well behaved student who now just spoke ever so rudely to the principle of all people! I apologise and agree to just keep my hands to myself when she’s around. Isabelle is red in the face by the time we walk out.

“That was so awkward” Isabelle quietly says.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop” I reach for her arm and pin her back against the wall. I bring my hand up, trailing over her collarbone before pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck. She’s gorgeous; I can’t believe she’s actually going out with me.

I bring my mouth to hers, her tongue darts out as they move in sync to one another. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I close the gap between us as much as possible, her hands fist in my hair, grabbing and pulling as she kisses a path towards the side of my neck. I bury my face into her soft brown hair and inhale her strawberry scent. I kiss her goodbye before letting her legs go and watch as her ass sways when she strolls up the stairs to art. Her skirt is just above her thighs and flows in with her button up black shirt. The first three buttons are open showing a hint of cleavage; making me and every guy with a working dick drool. Her long soft blond locks pulled into a bobble to the side.

At 3 o clock, I race up the stairs to collect Isabelle from drama. Last period always tires her so I make a quick stop to the canteen and buy her the biggest hot chocolate available. I hear her asshole teacher, Mr. Dickson lecture them on their plays on Romeo and Juliet. I love Romeo and Juliet, their love story is magnificent. Isabelle literally drags herself across the corridor towards me, her eyes light up when she spots the hot chocolate in my hand. She leans up to kiss me before grabbing the hot cup out my hand. Fuck, its like giving candy to a baby. She tells me about her boring day, I pretend to be interested but really I just want to kiss her and hold her all day.

“So how was your Wednesday?”

“It was good, I got an A in my English exam and tomorrow I’m sitting my Maths exam”

“Does that mean you’ll be busy revising?” she looks up and pouts at me.

“Yeah, I’m sorry babe. I can’t have any distractions” I clasp my hand in hers as we walk.

“So I’m a distraction?”

“Well…yeah, I can’t help but touch you in some way and that’s really distracting” I admit.

“You’re amazing” she whispered against my cheek before kissing my dimple.

“I just care, and I do my duty as a boyfriend” I smile.

The rest of the walk home is silent. Her hand still in mine by the time I drop her home, she gives me a quick kiss before heading inside.

I spend the rest of the day revising; it’s frustrating because she’s all I can think of. Nothing seems to get in my head and it’s infuriating, I itch to pick up the phone just to hear her sweet voice just once. I fight the urge but end up giving in. I dial her number, only to have it go to voicemail. Hmm…that’s odd. She’s probably sleeping, poor thing was knackered.