Temptations

I took my seat next to Louis and wondered over some things.

What the hell was up with that dream? Did it mean anything? Do dreams ever tell the future? Like that premonition shit Phoebe Halliwell can do on Charmed?

"Hey babe, how are you?" Louis spoke in my ear. I could smell his cologne and nearly closed my eyes, smiling.

We were in the auditorium so the students were sitting in the audience area, watching the teacher yack away about breathing, marks and punctuated speech. I heard every other because Louis kept mocking the teacher and his noticeable Maine accent. It was just pure awesome. I could count on Louis to bring the funny.

It's a shame I didn't have more classes with him. His cologne smelled like heaven and I wanna fuck you in god's golden gates. Well, it seemed that way.

Every so often I'd catch Louis glancing at me even though we were already so close our elbows are practically touching. Louis can touch me; it's a major green light over here.

Why can't he see that? Does he need a little encouragement? Not all guys are Harry, going for the ones with a pulse. Louis was different. He actually talked to me and listened. I dug that. I'm pretty sure he has a penis from what I've seen in the shows but he has girlies traits. If more guys were like Louis then I'd put all this unused, pent up flirting to good use.

I dropped my pen from the fast writing and went to pick it up quickly. Louis dove when I did and bumped his head against mine.

We both whispered our ouches and the teacher gawked at us. We looked at each other; Louis bent down to grab my pen quickly before I could think and presented it like it was a wand from Hogwarts. He made sound effects to which the class laughed at then some ugly looks were thrown from some equally ugly faces on a few girls. Jealous bitches.

"Sorry." He whispered again. He looked over my paper, raising his eyebrow. "You're taking an awful lot of notes love."

"I never took the class before. You're supposed to be writing notes too." I reminded him and he stuck out his tongue crossing his eyes and went back to writing.

"Probably, but I never take notes. He never tests us. He talks a lot but it's all natural for us when we get onstage. Of course we need to know our marks and cues but you can't fail acting."

I really liked listening to Louis talk about his passions. I never knew he was so into this. You'd think he was gunning for a junior SAG card fairly soon. That's something I like to hear about. People having goals and ambitions to be something in life. As young we are this is our time to just play and work really hard to see what we're good at. I looked at Louis with green eyes, more envy than color. It sounds like he has it all figured out.

I always approached school as something I had to do. It wasn't that it was completely boring, but I don't know, I keep changing my mind a lot when it came to what exactly it was I wanted. Boys would often distract me as they are doing right now. But this boy was not lost like everyone else. You ask the average high school boy what he wants to do in life and he will choose business. Why? Business involves no real imagination. No arts. And guys will never be specific, it's always some shit like they want to do what their fathers want them to do. Choosing business as a life path is almost self-destructive.

"You're probably right." I snuggled into the seat, my elbow bumping his. "Sorry."

"You're good." He winked at me looking over my shoulder like an obnoxious kid would. His lips curved in a thin smile. "Wow, you write a lot."

A habit I can't break. "Yeah, I know you probably can't fail the class but I still want to get a good grade."

Louis waved his hand off at my comment. He propped his feet on top of the empty chair in front. "You worry too much babe. Enjoy it. You're with Louis now. It's just the first week. Have fun."

I got a little turned on the way he said fun. Stressing his accent on the word. Louis had a sexy accent my god. I almost feel like a fangirl being so close to him. It's a miracle I kept my composure and haven't scared him away just yet. He may like me after all.

There was only 15 minutes of class left and the teacher was still rattling on about the history of acting and Shakespeare's famous Globe Theater. Even boys back then played the girl parts. No women aloud on stage. Well isn't that sexiest? Good to know times have changed and females can act in plays with guys who look like Louis. Goody.

I sighed and folded up my note pad, putting it inside my bag. Maybe Louis was right. I should just enjoy myself more in these types of classes. I felt him take my hand as I came up. He was holding onto it so loosely, turning my palm over to draw circles around it. Um, hell yes. I acted like nothing out of the ordinary was going on as he continued his little gesture. Shit, why do I get the feeling Harry would be livid if he saw us touching, even if it's the most innocent of touches. Is Harry even the jealous type? Probably not.

I started closing my eyes but shot them back open when I felt Louis' index finger draw circles beyond my hand. My wrist was being touched slightly; I couldn't help but sink into the chair. My reaction was written all over my face. Louis was never this touchy before, holy shit. I'm gonna squeak. Please don't. I held in the crazy noises that wanted to come out. So badly they did. God Louis, keep doing it. Whatever the fuck it is you're doing to me. My pulse was getting more erratic when he reached my elbow, tracing it with his fingers.

My jaw was hanging low and the soft moans were getting harder to keep in. The teacher's back was turned as he was writing something on the board ahead. I ignored it and turned my face, sinking further in the chair, leaning the back of my head against the top part. I felt like I might slide all the way down now.

Louis looked over and briefly smirked. He knew exactly what he was fucking doing to me. "So tense love. So bloody tense." He looked at me longer this time, his eyes locking to mine. "This feel good?"

I closed my eyes, hiding in the chair now so the teacher couldn't see me anymore. My moans were about to release when he drew a line with his finger from my elbow to my wrist and back to my fingers where he laced them together with mine. "Yeah " Was all I could really say. Fuck, this shit was making me shake like a car motor.

"Louis." I breathed out. That stilled his motions, making them slower.

"Yes, Eva?" He stared back at the teacher innocently, glancing at me from the side.

"I like this, a lot. Hmm, but the teacher could catch us." I sounded like a poor man's Marilyn Monroe. Thank you Louis.

"You think so? He's barely looking at us love. Relax." I felt him drop his warm hand from my hands now to my thigh, inching closer near my inner thigh. Jesus H. Christ.

I stopped his hand before he reached toward my heat. And it was indeed hot; you could feel it without touching it. Louis laughed softly. It was music to my ears.

I licked my lips, "Not here."

He took my fingers, lacing them again. "Where? When then?" Holy shit, was the hottest drama geek propositioning me?

"Outside. Let's get out of here." I looked at the clock and nodded to him. Class was shuffling out and Louis and I ravenously grabbed our things making our way out.

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