Its Lust Not Love (Under Reconstruction)

Chapter 1 - Nathan Peed His Pants!

Chapter 1 - Nathan Peed His Pants!

Emily's POV

As I watched Nathan get shoved into a rubbish bin by Marcus and his fellow jocks I couldn't help but reminisce about where this age old feud between the two of us began...

It all started in pre-school. I was happily drawing a unicorn I dreamt about last night. I named him Charlie.

I drew him in candy land, right next to candy mountain. There were candy canes, sugar plums, chocolate sprinkles all over the mountain! It was sugar heaven. This was particularly exciting for me because my evil mother insisted on only ever letting me have one chocolate bar a month. Apparently she didn't want me getting fat. Something I'm very grateful for now in my teens.

Just as I was finishing colouring in the yellow on Charlie's horn a skinny little arm flicked across my vision. Then the hand attached to the arm grabbed the yellow crayon right out of my hand.

To say I was angry was an understatment.

I turned towards the owner of the hand, ready to unleash hells fury upon them.

The face was covered in freckles, and not the cute kind, the disgusting kind. On top of those freckles resided a pair of glasses even Harry Potter would be ashamed of. Whilst sitting behind the two circular peices of glass were two very mocking puke yellow/green eyes.

Then I saw the smirk plastered over the idiots face, with two very large buck teeth jutting out from the smile like a Gopher.

Seeing that smirk turned my rage into a hellish fury the hulk would be proud of.

No one. And I mean no one. Steals my crayon and gets away with it.

"Give it back Nathan!" I shouted at the horrible yucky face.

"No."

"GIVE IT BACK!" I screamed at him.

"No." He said whilst letting out a sliver and snot coated giggle. I couldn't quite comprehend his answer. After all not many people said no to me. To my young mind it was an alien word. So naturally I did the one thing I though of. I started crying.

That got him to stop laughing, his smirk turned into a look of confusion and worry.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry, I didn't m-m-mean to make you c-c-ry" The pathetic boy stuttered out.

"I don't care if your sorry now! Your going to regret this!" I cried out, my voice raw from my tears.

And with that statement I grabbed my orange juice carton and squeezed it over his crotch. Once I emptied out the drink I let out a terrific grin of triumph.

"Miss!!! Nathan peed his pants! Nathan that's so yucky! Hey look everyone, Nathan wet himself. Nathan you should try wearing diapers!" I called out as loud as possible, attracting as much attention as possible. Whilst Nathan just stood there in shock, tears streaming down his face. Whilst everyone laughed at him and pointed.

"N-n-n-o I didn't! She d-d-id it-t" He attempted to salvage any pride he once had.

The teacher came up to him.

"Nathan you shouldn't tell lies, now come on lets get you cleaned up and I will call your parents"

He followed after her. Only once looking back at me, giving me one look filled with such hate it could only mean one thing.

This means war.

And so many years of hatred and pranks later here we are. Our senior year. Me at the peak of my high school social career, as head cheerleader, president of the student council, dance captain, and loads of various other titles and formalities. Whilst Nathan resides at the bottom of the food chain. Although he is president of all the nerd's clubs I hear. So I guess hes the king of nerds.

But 'unfortunatly' for him he insists on still attempting to peice together a reputation together by trying to pull me down from the top. Which is why he's being shoved in a bin right now by my wonderful hunky piece of meat I like to call 'boyfriend' and his friends. However the boyfriend title is just a formality. We both understand we have needs that need to be sated elsewhere. We're together more for the fact we are a very strong power couple.

What did Nathan do to deserve the rubbish bin I hear you ask?

Simple. He found a photo of me in my rather cute pink frilly lace bra and thong and passed it all over the school. But what he didn't expect was it to be an instant hit with the student body in favour of me. As I'm not ashamed of my 95 pound body with 32 C's and size 4 waist. So it became a hit with most of the male students (most of whom have already had the privilege of seeing me in far less already) and the female students were all there to comfort me through this exposure.

However he did attempt to take me down and for that I needed to retaliate. Thus he ends up in a bin.

The guys were just shoving his last leg in the bin when I decided to call it a day.

"OK boys, I think he's learn't his lesson this time." And of course the stop on my call. I've no idea why. But for some reason I just hold an air of power over them.

"Alright babe." Says my hunky boyfriend and captain of the football team, Marcus. I mean he sure is one delicious piece of meat. And that's in all departments, If you know what I mean. (wink wink nudge nudge)

"Thanks for that baby" I praise him and make sure to kiss him as a reward. "Is there anything I can do for you to express how grateful I am?" I ask in that smooth voice I know he likes against his ear, whilst blowing against the skin just behind his ear. He loves that spot. And by the bulge I feel against me I know just how much he likes it.

"I can think of a few things you can do for me" He breathed out. The boy really was all hormones, I'd like to think he though with his actual head but I've never seen any proof.

"Well that's good, because I can't stop thinking about that thing you did for me last time." I cooed in that slightly pleading voice.

He chuckled, good. Let him think he's in control when really subliminally your the one manipulating his moves.

You see, when he wants me to do something for him, it normally is stuff considered illegal in most states. Hence why I turn it around so he will always be the one to pleasure me. That's just the way the cookie crumbles.

And with that said we all walked back to the lunch hall but not before I looked back at Nathen. His pathetic weak short and scrawny form shoved into the bin. That one look telling him.

I'm going to win.

Me-78, Nathan-65

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A/N Yes I know Emily is a massive Bitch. but trust me you will start to warm up to her after a few chapters.

Also there won't be much wolf involved until a few chapters in. Mainly because I find the whole explaining the wolf thing very tedious. But alas it needs to be some sometime.

You shall get to know Nathen more in the next chapter as I'm planning to alternate between The two characters every chapter.

So until next time. Peace out.

PS Its not been edited yet so if it doesn't make any sense, deal with it. I'm going to edited it soon.