Temptations

Drama class was decent. I'd never taken it before but I was open to it. It was mostly the teacher talking our ears off and the students just listened. I find it odd on the first day. It seemed like we needed a lot of preparation because the drama crowd takes their work seriously and of course you have the drama queens. The method actors have their own little group, but it was OK because I got to sit to next the sexy smile known as Louis-please-just-fuck-me-with-your-blue-eyes-Tomlinson.

Let me take a second here to gush…actually going to need more than that. He and I never had classes together, but I'm starting to get used to being near him now that I finally had the chutzpah to sign up for drama. I've performed in front of a class before but acting wasn't really my thing. Louis just loved it and you could tell. I watched his face when our English class attended the school play last year. You couldn't take your eyes off him or his massive bulge. Hey, his lack of clothing in that one scene was enough to send me straight to horny heaven; my vagina reacted. I probably could stare at him all day and you'd find a puddle of drool on the ground near my seat.

De always said I was too chicken to really talk to him. I'd like to think of it as, well, if he likes me then he should be the one to show it. Well, maybe that did sound a bit on the chicken side, and alright, OK, she was right about that, but hey, I'm starting to think he really does. But then there's a part of me that's thinking he's just being a nice neighbor. Maybe his mom, the school nurse put him up to it. Ugh, well, he's being really nice now. He even offered to help find my acting books since he got his early. Damn him. If only it were easy act on these urges. This coming from someone who hasn't even had her first kiss yet, figures.

Gah, he makes me crazy. I never know where his head is. He's not a dick, he has one and I might like it. OK I'll love it, whatever size it is; which I can assume is big. He's not an overly flashy guy. He has a subtle sexiness that only a writer can base mystery guys on. He seems like he writes poetry and hides it. I just don't know. He's so friendly it could just be all in my head behind all this hair. I'm just making shit up. Damn it.

I don't know him, that's the point, but I so want to. Louis seems more attainable than the new kid, Harry, Mr. Mars Bar. Jesus, now I sound like a stalker giving him personal nicknames. He said five whole sentences to me and already I'm thinking so ahead of the game. But do boys ever let you in?

I thought of that as I walked to my locker. Alas I didn't have Louis here to spot me, even though I didn't mind at all, but I remembered what he told me. After the combo was set I gave it a good tug then banged on it hard. Shit that might have been a little too hard. I feel like I should take up karate with this right hook.

"You OK?" A deep chuckling voice said. Wait, I know that voice. My eyes went wide as I stared at my Math book in front of me. Oh no, Mars Bar.

I whipped around to see Harry's smiley face presented itself two lockers away from me. Was he following me? Then I noticed the books in his hand, shit. The locker in front of him was open. Not only does he have nearly all his classes with me, but, Harry Styles has his locker two feet right from mine. Holy fuck balls.

I found my voice suddenly. "Yeah, just, these old lockers, gonna wake em up." I sounded so red neck valley I wanted to crawl in a hole and stay there.

Harry just looked at me, I couldn't place it but it seemed like he was amused. "I see. Well, looks like the school put us next to each other again."

He gestured to his open locker then swung it closed with a loud click, making me jump.

I nervously bit my lip. "I guess so." Shutting my locker the same way.

That's it? How could I have nothing to say to that pretty face? Jesus, I need to get out of here before I make things worse.

I started to leave when he called my name. I turned around and waited a minute. Harry can't possibly know I exist. This is not the way it goes. Hot guys like him associate with whores like Debbie and Janelle. Why am I judging Harry so early? Good god, he's giving me that hard stare again.

"Do you, I mean, do we have next period together?" He held out his schedule to my face.

Why did Harry need my help all of a sudden? He could ask the administration where to go if he was lost. I don't get it. Why me?

I sighed and checked out his list. "Not this one."

"Oh." He said, staring at the ground. Was he spacey too? Yeah right.

I cleared my throat. "You know how to get there?"

He shook his head and I could have sworn I saw his bottom lip pout. Shit, that was fucking delicious. I wanted to nibble on it for hours.

I walked with him carefully and showed him to his next class. It was close so the duration wasn't too long. I smiled warmly and was about to turn to leave again when-

"Um, lunch is coming up; you got some mates, I mean, friends you sit with then?" I felt like he was purring in my ear as he said this. Maybe it's just a fantasy of mine. Who am I kidding? Of fucking course it is.

"I keep a small group of friends with me." He nodded, I paused. My eyes crossed into confusion. "Why do you ask?"

Harry shrugged; again I couldn't read his eyes. His lips twitched into a lopsided smile as his hand reached for the door. He looked at me.

"Good to know." Wait, huh?

I almost started to giggle at the random reply until my face held a complex expression. He stopped, smirking slightly as he leaned toward my face and turned serious.

"Don't worry, I'll find you." His long finger traced down my now pink cheek.

He pulled the classroom door open before I could respond. How could I talk anyway now? It's funny, I am never good at talking to attractive guys in general but with Harry, it's almost like I didn't need to. Shit. Oh fuck me this is not good. What if he's a player and just really good at playing dumb with me? Girls have been fooled before by a guy's charm and Harry, well, he personified the kind of charm I just wanted to sink my entire body into. By that I mean my pussy sliding down his cock.

My god, I'm 16 and I've never felt this boy crazy before. What is it with this day? I've creamed myself how many times now? Fucking aye.

My thoughts out of nowhere reverted back to the other guy who had my stomach in knots. Louis. He is definitely someone with potential. If he would show anything more than a friendly gesture then the entire game would change.

I'd have him. My fantasies would come true. No more flirting games.

But what if this is a game? If this is true then who is the player and who is getting played?

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