Insouciant

"You're not very sneaky. You know that, right?" His face was inches away, his eyes unwavering.
"I-I wasn't trying to be."
"Oh yeah? Then what was your plan, princess?" His finger glides down my chin, down my neck. He fingers my necklace, gently tugging,
"Andrew asked me to put this in Adrian's locker, there's no reason for me to be sneaky." I try to justify.
"This is the men's locker room, my darling, Andrew should've done it himself." The steam coming off of his body was making me sweat. Droplets of water dripped down his wet, messy hair. His body was warm and wet.
"He told me it would be empty..." My voice was quiet, like a whisper.
"He was wrong. In fact, this place should be filled in-" as he's about to finish his sentence, a bell rings throughout the school speakers, "now."
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Jordan St. Pierre
The guy I knew I could never have. Did that stop me from watching all of his soccer practices? Or stalking his socials?
No. No it did not.
His pierced ears, his dark eyes, his tattoos, his muscles, his devilish handsome looks. He was my parents' worst nightmare, but that didn't stop him.