Not So Unwilling

Not So Unwilling: Chapter Twenty Eight

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So this is a pretty awesome chapter I think. I hope you think so too.

Sorry that it's kinda short :(

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                Chapter Twenty Eight

                I was sitting in Statistics class all by myself waiting for Mrs. Davidson and all my classmates to arrive. I was confused at why no one was there when class was supposed to start in less than a minute.

                I tapped my fingers on my desk and stared at the door. A few seconds later, Tim walked in and smiled at me. "Hello, Jazz."

                Tim looked so sexy. His hair was tousled and flipped to the side and his eyes were bright, bright blue. He was wearing a black t-shirt that really complemented his skin tone and made him look even more toned and his ripped jeans hung low on his hips and showed off his blue and green plaid boxers. I wanted to jump up from my desk and ravage him like I was a gorilla.

                "Uh... hi," I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

Tim shut the door of the classroom and locked it while looking at me the entire time.

                I was startled. "Why did you lock the door?" I asked, fidgeting with the ring on my finger.

                Tim smirked and came closer to me. "So no one can get in."

                "Why don't you want anyone to get in?" I asked, suspiciously.

                Tim smirked even wider and stood right over my desk. I could smell him from where I sat and oh, my lanta, did that boy smell amazing.

                He took my hands and pulled me up from my chair so that I was standing right in front of him. His lust filled eyes burned into mine and all these feelings rushed to the parts of my body I hadn't even known were there. "So no one will interrupt us," he whispered, tilting my face up and touching his lips against mine so lightly it felt like a butterfly just landed on my mouth.

                That familiar fire burned again and I surrendered to Tim. When he was touching me like that, there was no possible way to resist him. He was so gentle. So soft. But, yet, so hot, it physically hurt me not to have him touch me.

                Tim rested his hands around my neck and deepened the kiss. He tasted so good. I opened my mouth and let his tongue roam. He moved his hands from my neck down the back of my thighs and lifted me up on top of the desk so he didn't have to lean down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in between my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

                He groaned and linked his fingers through the front belt loops of my shorts and pulled me closer to his crotch. I could feel how hard he was getting.

                I dug my hands into his hair and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. All I could do was kiss Tim and I never, ever wanted to stop.

                Our lips broke away for a breath and I kissed all around Tim's jaw and neck and sucked hard on his jugular like he had done to me at the park. My fingers brushed along the soft skin of his lower back. He moaned when I gave him a hickey and started too grind his hips against mine. I tightened my legs around him and moved to his rhythm.

                Tim took my head from his neck and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Jasmine, I lo-"

                "Jamsine! Jasmine!" Exclaimed a voice, jolting me awake from my deep slumber.

                "Huh? What-?" I muttered, sitting up and running my hands through my hair. I was so confused. First I was practically having sex with Tim on a desk in the math room and now I was lying on a soft bed with a huge comforter wrapped around me.

                I looked up at the person who had woken me up.

                Lauren was standing in front of the bed in her monkey pajamas and her hands on her hips. She smiled at me. "Good Morning, or should I say, Good Afternoon, sleepyhead," she said.

                "How... How did I get here?" I asked, looking around. The last thing I remembered from the night before was making out with Tim and then being confronted by a cop. I didn't recall even arriving at Lauren's house, or even getting out of Tim's car.

                "You fell asleep in Tim's car, so he carried you up to my room because he didn't want to wake you," she said, walking over to the side of the bed and sitting down next to me, "It was probably the most awkward moment of my life, by the way, Jasmine, so you owe me big time."

                I groaned. "Why didn't he just wake me?"

                "He was being a gentleman."

                I scoffed. The last thing Timothy Lenoir is, is a gentleman."

                Lauren clucked her tongue. "Well, he was sure acting like one. When he carried you up, it was like looking at a new father carrying his newborn daughter. He kept making sure that he wouldn't accidentally slam your head into the wall and when he put you in my bed, he made sure that you were all tucked in and warm. It was rather cute."

                "Yeah, well it's all an act," I said, sitting up all the way and resting my head on the backboard of Lauren's bed, "He kissed me last night. We were just standing there talking and then all of a sudden, he attacks me."

                OK, well I was kind of lying. I was as much of a culprit as Tim was. He asked me if it was okay and I went all horny panda on him and smashed my face against his. But, Lauren didn't need to know that.

                Lauren smiled and started to jump up and down on the bed. "How did it feel?"

                "It felt like I was making out with a God, but that's beside the point, Laur. I made out with Timothy Lenoir, the biggest asshole, player, heartbreaker in the world- the guy who took your heart and stomped all over it- they guy who's so good at getting girls, he has slept with almost the entire female population in West Chester, Pennsylvania- the guy who found out about my dad abusing me and is black-"I stopped in mid-sentence as I realized what I had said.

I quickly covered up my mouth with my hand and watched as Lauren's eyes grew wide. "Jasmine... What the hell did you just say?" She asked.

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