Call me Daddy

Call me Daddy

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Every high school has there stereotypes as in : Nerd, bad boy, mean girls, the 'it' girl, and the outcast. Ash is a nerd, he's 6'3, he gets to class early, he wears huge thick glasses, he gets bullied by the football team but for what? Everyone has a reason to be what they are don't they? Rachel is the 'it' girl, shes 5'2, she doesn't drink, she doesn't smoke, she gets good grades, she's never late to class, she blunt, she stands up for whats right, oh and did I mention she's country? ----------------------------------------------------------------- He pulls my lip from between my teeth "Next time you bite your lip I won't be able to stop myself" he says staring at my lip I bit my lip to see what he would do and he let out a low growl and next thing I know his lips are on mine with me on my back and him on top of me between my legs I let out a moan and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling his hair a bit and wrapping my legs around him he groans lowly which makes me hot so I move so I'm sitting on his lap instead of laying down and I rock my hips onto his he groaned and pull away grabbing my hips -------- Hope y'all enjoy
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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