"Shit." I think as I feel his hard-on press against me as he pulls me closer into an embrace, hidden from school cameras in the stairway. I promised myself that I wouldn't fall for him again; I absolutely hate his guts, but at the same time, I want him in mine. The sound, the warmth, the sensation, of his breath against my neck, it's intoxicating. I wonder if he can feel me shaking in his arms. Things weren't supposed to get this serious, it was just supposed to be a silly game, I wasn't supposed to be feeling these feelings. I'm so confused about his intentions, he's sending me so many mixed signals that I don't even know what is real anymore and what is apart of the game. I love to hate him and I'd hate to love him, but most of all, I just want to fuck him.