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"What did you tell him?" Loren asked, from her seat on Harvey's lap.
"I sort of told him I'm different because I'm not "not falling at his feet" and then some,"
She tilted her head and sighed, "he's basically in love with you, and you told him you're not falling at his feet?"
I nodded and frowned.
"There he is," she pointed. "Go speak to him."
I looked back, and sure enough he was sitting with his friends and the cheer squad.
After some convincing, and a few pep talks. I finally stood up, and made my way over to his table.
Half way through my walk, I stopped.
I can't possibly do this. How am I supposed to explain to him why I was such an ass?
It was a spur of the moment type thing, I can't just tell him that.
"Fallon," someone yelled, knocking me out of my train of thoughts.
I looked in the direction of the noise, seeing Harvey and Loren pointing at the entrance of the cafeteria. My eyes were practically falling out of their sockets, as the picture of me and Aaron at the party was displayed above the doors.
I looked at Aaron and he looked at me, he immediately got up and he made his way to me. He dragged me out the exit, while everyone's eyes stayed glued to me.
"I-I- this is bad, that photo looks so wrong. Aaron, I'm-"
"We're dating, it's fine. Just maybe stay home for a few days." He said, obviously panicked.
"Aaron," I said in a serious tone. "I will not run away from this, you're popular use that to a benefit."
I just sounded like an asshole. Oh, god.
"Stop bringing up the fact that I am popular. Yeah, I get it. Fallon, do you even know what they say about you, little miss. suck a dick for popularity?"
"Aaron, I never mean to use that as a bad thing. Yes, I said some stupid stuff, but I wasn't thinking, okay? I was just upset."
"I asked you if you were upset." He yelled. "I asked you, and you didn't tell me, instead you acted like everyone said you would."
"What do they say about me Aaron? Please appall me,"
He got super close to me, dragging me into the nearest empty classroom. "Say you like to be dicked down, say you like to give head for popularity. It's a known fact, the Fallon Nicole is into that kind of thing. Am I wrong?"
I wanted to punch him for being so rude, but I didn't. It definitely wasn't true but he just sounded and looked so hot, making me want to kiss him.
"Said you were super hot, but kind of a, uh, what's that word they used?" He asked, then smirked. "Oh yeah, a cock slut."
I almost moaned just from him saying it, but stopped and had to compose myself. "Aaron, would you like to see if that is a known fact, or a rumor?" I asked.
He smirked, backing me up to the teachers desk, "prove it's not fact."
I bit my lip, fiddling with the zipper of his pants, "kiss me first." I said.
He did as told, kissing me roughly, while he pushed me to lay down, knocking all the papers onto the floor. I felt his growing bulge press against my thigh, and I pushed against it. He groaned, before kissing down to my neck.
He moved back to my lips as he unzipped his pants, and before anything could go further, the door to the classroom was being unlocked.
I internally freaked out, and pushed Aaron aside. Before we could hide, the teacher was already walking in.
She stopped, and stared. Stared some more, then groaned. "I wish you kids would have sex in any other classroom, stop choosing mine." She continued to mutter incoherent things as she walked towards her desk, to clean her papers and probably use her Lysol wipes.
"We are very sorry, miss. If it would make you feel any better, we didn't go all the way." Aaron said, smiling.
I rolled my eyes and looked at her, "we are very sorry, for almost doing the do on your desk, and for this idiot."
"Can I give y'all a little advice?" The teacher asked.
We both nodded, expecting a lecture on safe sex, instead getting a, "go to the abandoned classrooms in the basement."
She shooed us both off and the locked her door, while she followed us out.
"Also stay safe," there it is.
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Popular ➳ Aaron Melloul
Fanfiction"You're Aaron Melloul, Mr. Popular, you don't really care." - Or in which a girl named Fallon falls for the popular boy with a reputation of not giving a damn.