Who She Is

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*Mature (just a little steamy)

Alyx's POV

"What kind of chat?" I nervously swallow.

"Oh, you know. Don't act like I didn't see that." She walks toward me until I'm back against the wall. I knew she seen. What if someone finds us in here? The late bell rings as soon as the thought crosses my head. Now we're late for our classes. Someone's going to notice we're skipping. "I try to take his key without him noticing to be alone with you this period, and I come back to see you getting passed a note from some girl."

She lays her hand on my stomach, making the muscles there tighten. I love when she touches my abdomen. Hell, I love when she touches me anywhere. I softly gasp when her hand moves down to my jeans. Confusion consumes me when I feel her fingers slide into my right pocket. What's she doing? She removes her hand, and I notice the note from earlier between her fingers. I don't even try to take it from her. I was going to tell her about it anyway.

She takes a step back and slowly opens it while eyeing me, like she's wondering if I'm going to stop her. She looks down and begins reading it. I swallow hard. I don't know how she's going to react.

"Cute," is all she says. She slides the note back in my pocket. I figured she wouldn't be mad or jealous. It's not like I'm her boyfriend just because she's fooled around with me. I should stop what we do; it's not right. "So, you like her? She's pretty," she says with a shrug. "I saw that you did meet up with her. She said you didn't have to if you didn't want to, but you did. So you must've wanted to, meaning you must like her, right?" She puts her hands on her hips and has a slight attitude going on. It's kind of hot. So, she is jealous? She's got it all wrong, though!

"No, I don't! I only met with her to turn her down."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I told her I... like someone else," I say with a blush.

She loses her glare, and her lips turn into a smirk again. "Is that still only me?"

"Y-yes." I take a sharp inhale.

"Good." Maybe she was jealous. She does look sort of relieved now. What does she mean by 'good', though? She doesn't want me to like anyone else?

"Wait. If you stole the key before noticing the note, then why did you steal it?"

"Like I said, to be alone with you."

"Okay, but why?" I ask.

She lifts her eyebrows. "Honestly?" She takes a step, destroying the distance between us. "I really wanted to make out with you. Even more now."

"W-what? What if someone catches us? They've probably already noticed we're not in class." Anxiety starts bubbling inside me.

"The door's locked, and the lights are off. Here, we'll go to the back of the room." She grabs my hand and pulls me to the back. "No one's going to look in here for us. Don't worry."

She takes a seat on top of her desk. She does the 'come here' motion with her forefinger. I feel the heat creeping back to my face. I take a step closer to her. We're really going to make out in an empty classroom? I feel like I'm in a teen romance.

I lean down to reach her face, and she wraps her arms around my neck. She closes her eyes before kissing me. She's so gorgeous. I close mine and feel her lips mold with mine. She turns her head some to deepen it. Her lips slide against mine, and her fingers curl in my hair. I rest one of my hands by her thigh on the desk and the other on her cheek.