Chapter 15

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Finally it was Friday so a few days later after me and troys... uhh.. thing. I was in my second period with Troy. Of course we were sitting next to each other and of course he was copying off of me. He was texting on his phone and he grinned. I looked to see what he was smiling at but he turned his phone downwards quickly when he saw me looking. I was confused. I felt his eyes on me. I looked up at him and I forgot about the phone, and my mind flooded from that night. He gave me that same look... lust and.. hunger. My cheeks heated and I looked down. I was writing down the notes and Troy grabbed my hand. I bit my lip as he moved his and down towards his pants. 

"Troy not right now." I whispered. He smirked at me. I bit my lip even harder. He leaned in close to me. Then he brought his fingers up and grabbed my bottom lip and pulled it out of my mouth. I stared at him with wide eyes. Then he leaned in to my ear, 

"Keep biting that lip of yours I'll do you on this table in front of everyone and I really don't care what anyone says." He whispered. My breath hitched and my cheeks flamed red. "Got it?" He said. I nodded. I started writing down the notes again. The rest of that class went through without Troy doing anything again. When the bell rang I hurriedly put all my stuff in my bag and walked out the classroom. Troy usually goes and talks to his friends so I don't say bye to him. I was walking down the hall to my next class when someone pulled me into a classroom. I squealed and looked to see who it was. 

"Troy?" I gasped. "What are you doing!?" I said still breathing hard from being scared half to death. He grinned at me and looked down at my lips. 

"You drive me crazy you know that? Biting your lip in class Sophi not a good idea." He sad running his lips along my neck. My heart was hammering in my chest. 

"I'm sorry.." I whispered. He was kissing and biting my neck now. Then he looked up and smashed his lips onto mine. I moaned in surprise. We were messily making out. He picked me up and set me down on the lab table. My hands were in his hair pulling and grabbing. 

"Mmmm Troy... I have to get to class." I said in between kisses. He either didn't hear me or was ignoring me. I grabbed his hands and removed them from my waist. He groaned in annoyance. Then he pulled his hand away aggressively. I scoffed at him. "What the hell Troy I cant have sex with you in the classroom..," I said annoyingly. ".. besides... we've been doing this way to much." I mumbled. It was true ever since I told him I love him we've had sex at least once a day if not more. He rolled his eyes. 

"Isn't that the point of a relationship... when you love someone... you make love." He said simply. I glared at him. "What?" He asked. 

"That's what you think the point of this relationship is?" I scoffed. I walked towards him. "You think that I told you I love you so we could have sex all the time?! No! I told you I love you because I see myself having a future with you and I care about you and you make me want to get out of the bed in the morning! But now I don't know if you feel the same way..... do you?" I asked. I looked up at him. He didn't say anything. He looked down. 

"Look Sophi I don't know if I love you.. love.. it's such a strong word." He mumbled. 

"You don't love me?" I whispered water filling my eyes. 

"Sophi I like you a lot but I mean we haven't been together that long and-"

"No no... I get it Troy you don't love me and you said it because you wanted to get in my pants.. is that right?" 

"Sophi I-" 

"Who's the person you were texting Troy?" I blurted out. 

"What?" He said. 

"The person you were all happy with and smiling because you've been very suspicious this is like the 10th time I've seen you texting and then I try to look and you click out of the messages.. who is it?" I asked. Everytime  we would have sex I would walk out and he would be on his phone then turn it off real quick and now that I think about it the last week he's been coming to my bedroom like at 3 in the morning. 

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