HIGH SCHOOL
(Nuestra Canción by BrunOG)

"Well, isn't this a surprise, blueberry?" I said, "Didn't know we'd ever have the pleasure of seeing you at a party. Nonetheless, in a dress." She stopped in her tracks but didn't turn around. As much as I hated to admit it, her ass looked fucking edible in that dress. I had never seen her in a dress before and I hated that she was so attractive. No, more than that. She was fucking beautiful! I saw her enter the party, and she took my breath away. I drank and tried, but failed to not look at her. Stare at her like a creep, like I always did. And I hated this more than the fact she scored more than me. 

"Why won't I? I'm celebrating, after all, I secured the first position that is more than you. Oh! and my outfit is none of your concern." She turned back and folded her arms, which only pushed her breasts more. Now was not the time to get hard! I hated how one look at her would do something to me. She huffed rolling her eyes and left me standing there when I didn't say anything for minutes. I followed her to the pool. 

"What do you want, asshole?" 
"Woah, we're name-calling already tonight, blueberry." I chuckled. It was funny and cute how easy it was to infuriate her. Whether I stayed quiet or spoke, it didn't matter. She took a step towards me. "Woah, you have followed me here. Poor boy lost in the second position." 

"What are you going to do with your first position grades, huh? Frame them and hang them on the wall?" I grinned wider. 
"What are you going to do with partying all day and following me like a creep, get a degree in being a creep as well?" She said as her eyes narrowed. Shit! Yeah, I was a creep. Only for her.
"Do you plan your insults ahead of time too?" I have seen her plan everything, her to-do lists and so many journals. She said it managed her things but it only made me more confused. My chest was brimming with a feeling, an urge to kiss her. An urge to kidnap her away.

"Oh please! My skills are all natural and it's about time you admit that I'm smarter and better than you." She stepped closer to me. My eyes flickered to her lips for a second.
"Oh don't insult me by comparing me to you." I leaned in. I could see faded freckles dotting around her nose. "Aww...can't reach my standards." She pouted her lips mocking me. Her full lips looked so fucking kissable. Fuck no! I know I shouldn't want her but I can't not do the rational thing, not when she was standing so close to me.

"Do your standards end where mine began?" Okay, maybe not a good one.
She gave a frustrated sigh. "I wonder how your roommates stand living with you." I smiled, "Oh, don't worry blueberry. This special treatment is all for you." I knew how much she hated when I called her that. It was evident in the narrowing of her eyes and the redness of her cheeks. 
"Oh, I'm so honored." She mockingly bowed making me laugh. Her hair was thick and fluffy, so soft I wanted to touch them. "As you should, blueberry." I leaned in closer and took a deep breath. We were so close that her fruity scent hit me. It went in my head and I hated how much I wanted it. I wanted her. 

"Again, that's creepy. You're fucking creepy, dude." She made a cute face. I know, blueberry just how creepy I was acting. I hated how often I acted like that in front of her. "Am I the only one you hate so much?" I laughed because it was funny and I hated that I found her cute. "You think too highly of yourself, creep." She smirked. She called me a creep but didn't turn away. She wanted me. "You can't even top that." Toe to toe, literally and figuratively, with me, she tilted her head upwards. I replied, "What a shame! Guess I'll have to work harder then." I lowered myself. The move more on instinct than a conscious decision. She was short and fuck if I didn't find it hot. 

She brushed her lips against mine, eyes wide as if she couldn't believe what she just did. I couldn't either and all I could think about was kissing the fuck out of her. So I did just that. She tasted like her strawberry gloss. It gave me a shudder with my heart running a mile. I grabbed her waist, pulled her in, and smashed my lips on her. Hers parted on their own allowing me in as she held on to my neck. Our tongues and teeth clashing. We kissed like we were fighting. Like we hate each other.  We pulled apart to take a breath. The look in her eyes was pure need. I was sure that mine was reflecting the same. I know she hated it and I hated how much I wanted it. But at that moment, I knew she wanted me. My hands tightened on her waist and we kissed again. This was one deeper and hungrier. She groaned and fuck I wanted more of her. I wanted her everything. I grabbed her throat, ending the fight for dominance, and guided her mouth. And she...fuck! She seemed to melt under my touch submitting to me. If we don't stop, no, we have to stop. The things I wanted to do to her, everything I have ever imagined doing to her...she broke the kiss, "We should stop. We need to stop." Yes, fuck! She was right. And I hated it. I hated it more than I would ever admit. I rested my head on her without being able to look in her eyes. I tightened my hold on her throat for a second before I pulled away from her and left without saying a word, without looking back knowing I was close to losing control. And if she knew all the depraved thoughts I had for her...I needed to stay away from her.