Emison: Unsteady

4- Arrogant Jackasses

Short filler chapter

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Alison's POV

"Emily!" I call out to the brunette, who has been ignoring me since Saturday morning. It is now Monday afternoon and she seems to always have somewhere to be judging from her long strides down the congested hallway opposite from my direction. She has been playing this game all day, it's tiring always running after her.

I hug my books to myself, tugging down at my short cheer skirt with one hand as I try to catch up to the brunette. "Oh my god, move out of the fucking way" I shove through a group of freshman boys who whistled after me while cackling at my clear mood. Boys.

I finally get to a clearing, my head whipping around in search for her tall 5'7 ass. "Seriously" I grunt, running a hand through my dirty blonde hair.

I sigh, glancing to the right to be faced with the impassive-looking brunette. "What do you want?" She frowns, leaning her side against the metal blue lockers as she stares down at me blankly.

I let out an exasperated breath. Fucking finally. "Why are you avoiding me?"

She looks away before shrugging nonchalantly. "I'm not"

"So running the opposite direction from me whenever I turn the corner isn't considered avoiding?"

"Look, unlike you, I have classes in opposite ends of the campus. I don't have time to fuck around in the halls" She huffed, gripping the strap of her backpack on her one shoulder. "So don't worry, it's not about you"

"So, we're good?" I frown, studying her careless demeanor.

"Yeah, we're good" She glances to the side for a quick second. "Meet me here after third." She flashes a quick smirk before turning and walking off in the opposite direction.

Ok?

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"Jesus, Alison" The brunette above me sighs out, biting down on her bottom lip as she stares down at me with her hooded eyes. My lips wrap around her thick member as her one hand pushes on my head quite gently, her fingers wrapped in my blonde hair.

I take more of her length into my mouth as short pants began to escape her lips, signaling her close release. My tongue trailed up her shaft, tracing the prominent vein as her head tilted back against the door of the janitor's closet. Her release came in quick spurts as I swallowed every drop, wincing at her firm hold on my hair.

"Fuck" She grunts out, her breathing quite labored.

I wiped at my lips, raising to my feet and straightening out my skirt. I watched my best friend let out short breaths as she pulls her underwear and ripped jeans back up, buckling her leather belt. "Fuck, you're so good at that" She smirks to herself as she ran a hand through her tousled hair.

"Clearly" I state, smacking my lips after I skillfully reapply my lip gloss using the reflection of a tin can in the dim lighting. I toss two mints in my mouth from the container I always keep in my bag.

She stares at me with a certain look I can't distinguish before she reached down to hoist her black Jansport backpack onto her shoulder. "Guess I'll see you at lunch" She says, glancing down at my skimpy cheerleading uniform.

I allow my eyes to take in her lean body, frowning when I spot something unexpected. I squint my eyes through the terrible lighting, spotting two dark marks on her neck that definitely weren't from me. "Where'd you get those from?" I point at her neck where the collar of her long sleeve has slightly rode down.