Temptations

Louis met me at my locker and walked with me at the end of my class. I sorta get the feeling he actually wants to be around me. Maybe he really does like me.

I can't be so sure anyway. He makes me smile, that's all I know. The look on Harry's face when he saw us just walking together was so green. My mind was going back there again I almost forgot what Louis was saying just now. Liam was trailing along with him. I think they came in the same car or something. He would look over to me and smile. Louis was more boisterous than Liam. Far as I know he wasn't gay, though I know the Drama crowd has that reputation of variant rumors going around. These boys were pretty but I'll be hella damned if one of them smoked pickle. I digress.

We were getting closer toward the parking lot and I knew what Louis was going to ask. I suspected it.

He whipped his hair to the side out of his eyes. I couldn't help but stare again. He always smelled so good too. He cleared his throat, pulling me out of my haze.

"You sure about that ride? I know where you live." He grinned raising his brow slightly. I averted my eyes, after the day I had I didn't want to show how intense I can be.

I looked over at Liam. He looked between me and the car, maybe he was a bit on the impatient side. But at least he didn't interrupt us.

I thought about De's original offer and shook my head. "I got a ride already. Just gonna wait for a bit for her to come out." I looked around trying to spot her.

It's too early, De likes the computer room too much. Her mom comes later because she always tells her she's got a lot of homework. She likes to piss about on the computers; Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, all that bull shit. I find them all very distracting. Like Louis. But he was a good distraction. I could tell he really wanted me to ride with him. And after a day like today I wanted to say yes but I couldn't do that to De.

He gave a disappointed nod and signaled to Liam to get in the car when he unlocked the doors. He turned back to me for a moment.

"Well I'll see you in class tomorrow. Try out, I hope you do. I'd like to see you there." Louis blushed, looking down then back at me. He flashed the famous lip-bite, serious stare; I nearly drooled on the spot.

A gust of wind blew some of my hair in my eyes. I really liked looking at this boy. My mouth curved up on the side. Gah, he was making me giddy. The way he stared back at me made me want to cuddle with him and watch a movie. I hope we get to do that one day.

"Lou, let's go mate." Liam's voice called from inside the car jostling our attention.
Louis whipped his head around and quickly back at me, his eyes holding a sad look. "Gotta go. You sure about that ride? You can just text her, it's gonna get dark soon."

His saccharine words were making me dizzy. I think I need to keep my distance from the male penis until I feel safe again. You have no idea how hard this decision is for me.

"I can't. I promised her. Thank you though. That's really sweet." I gave a thin smile trying to avoid his eyes, subtly.

It's not his fault. My mood was a little fucked up and I didn't wanna bother him with it. I probably might treat him like a girlfriend and confess all my secrets of today. I hope I don't.

Louis lingered another moment just looking at me, a sly smile forming. We broke contact when we heard the tap of the horn. Louis sighed deeply, looking down then up at me. Here come the butterflies.

"Well, see you at school tomorrow, love." He flashed a warm smile, taking his time to walk to the driver's seat.

I watched all his movements. I know I was staring a little longer than I should but I didn't care. He gave a small wave after he belted up and drove off, leaving me behind. Should I have gone with him? Maybe. I wanted to. I stared after his car as I sat on the bench where the yellow bus lines wait. They were all gone. I was alone. Everyone tries to get out early on the first day since they rarely assign homework in every class.

I only wish school could be just a long lunch period where the girls can get pampered and massaged at a spa by guys who looked like Alex Pettyfer. Eh, it's a fantasy of mine. I missed Louis. I know, you're probably thinking I'm obsessing over him. Maybe in way I'm in way over my head with him. I could be reading into all his signals wrong.
Some part of me thinks he's trying to be my friend. But I really want to say fuck it, push him against my bed and have my way with him.

Not with someone like Harry. I don't know Harry. I don't know Louis, but I sure as hell like Louis more than Harry now. Harry can suck it. Actually he sucked me, but I really do wish horrible things on him. I pray nothing else brings us closer together. Can you imagine that? Dealing with another reason to avoid the new kid who finger-fucked me on the first day of school. Clearly this doesn't occur often. They don't write novels on this scenario.

I can try to avoid him. That's all I can promise.

"There you are." I looked up and saw Harry jogging toward me. Speak of the sexy devil bastard. I bit my lip.

I pushed some of my hair in my face, trying to mask the embarrassment. "Hi." So much for avoiding his ass. Try harder.

He caught up to me, that deep concentrated look making an appearance again. His confused look was making me stare anywhere else but him.

"What are you doing?"

Do I want him to really know? "Um, I just—what do you want Harry?"

I instantly moved down the bench when he came closer, it looked like he wanted to sit. God help me.

"Can we talk?" He said, simply. My blood almost steamed when he sat down; looking at me, dead serious and hard.

"What about?"

I shivered suddenly, Harry must has saw it and shrugged off his jacket, attempting to cover my shoulders. I wasn't having any of it. "Come on." I was resisting slightly. "Take it Eva."

"Harry, no thank you." I said firmly. Least I think I did, it was hard to get the words out clearly. My teeth began to chatter when I protested the warm jacket. I wasn't a very good actress at hiding it. "Take it back."

Harry was a lot stronger than me as most guys are and basically forced the jacket over my shoulders. It half turned me on. I tried to bury the other 50% somewhere else.

He fastened the jacket tightly so it was basically a second blanket and stared into my eyes. Jesus. "Come with me inside my car. I'll take you home."

"Harry, I—" I already said no to Louis, "the nice one" out of the two. What makes him think I'm going to agree this time?

"I have a ride. No thank you." I said sternly earning a roll of his eyes.

He sighed deeply. I heard him groan along at the end. Pussy, stop twitching. "Why are you being like this?"

I fidgeted in his jacket. It was so warm and exactly what I needed. It smelled like him, especially earlier when his chest was nearly touching mine—No, I can't do this.

"I'm not being any way. Please," I tugged at the jacket but his hands went to stop me. I could feel his breath over my cheeks. "Harry, please."

Harry swallowed. I could hear every muscle in his throat contract and it terrified me. I gulped in return.

I pulled his head toward me; my heart pounding hard against my chest. I could feel it nearly tear open my ribcage it was so fucking strong. I pulled away, resting my forehead against his gently. My eyes were closed then I opened them slowly. What the hell was I doing? I despised him.

"Eva, come to my car. Tell your friend you have a ride already, with me." He whispered, with every word I felt his warm breath smothering my face. Jesus fucking Christ.

I sucked in my lip. I smell like Harry Styles. I wanted to finish what we started after lunch in the lockers. I was conflicted.

I grabbed his face, kissing him with a force I didn't know existed in me. God fucking aye I wanted him. I had a desire to rip off all his clothes and finish everything we both wanted earlier.

I pulled away harshly when I felt him kiss me back. The look on his face was nothing but shock and lust. Jeez, I'm a horrible person. But god damn it! It was his fault.

I let go of his face and gave him a hard slap across his cheek. He didn't care, that only turned his eyes darker. Like a vampire, he lunged across and straddled my hips on the bench, oblivious to anyone watching. I didn't even think of it either. He dove for my neck, making tiny trails of kisses and I brought my arms tightly around him, holding him harder against me.

"I'm so fucking angry at you." I moaned when his tongue darted out, licking the spots he kissed, making my moans more predominant.

"I know. I don't care." He breathed against my chest, his lips kissing the tops of my breasts above my shirt. "You drive me fucking crazy."

Cursing always sounded sexier in an English accent; especially Harry's. I grabbed the back of his head, a handful of his curl in my fist, bunching them in a raw fashion. His head rose up to meet mine. He licked his lips and brought them closer to mine. "Relax, just relax." He said against my lips before capturing my mouth in a swift kiss that hit me throughout my entire body.

He was getting softer now, taking his time with each kiss, looking at me as he kissed a new spot. I couldn't believe what was happening. Somebody would probably catch us eventually. Didn't he think of that? Maybe he didn't care, but I did. Only a little. His hands were grabbing my breasts, making me care a little less about outside noise.

He was about to close the gap again, feeling his lips brush against mine.

My phone beeped and vibrated. He felt it too and sighed, giving that sexy groan as his head buried itself into my neck. "Fuck." Don't fucking curse.

As good as this feels I knew I had to stop it. My only good excuse is academic explosion.

I finally found my strength and pushed him halfway off of me; reluctantly looking at him. "I have to go."

"I know." He sounded angry. But in reality we were doing something so naughty I didn't think we would get away with it this long.

Harry looked at me, cupping my cheek. His face softened as he gave me a small smile.

Wait. Wasn't I mad at him? What the fuck? How does he do this? I shook out of the cloudy lust and abruptly slipped out from under him. His jacket was still on me so I immediately took it off. The chill hitting my skin the instant I threw it back at him. He threw me back an amusing look easily catching it.

"You're welcome." His tongue licked the bottom of his lips.

I rolled my eyes, checking my message. It was De. Her mom is here. I scoped my bag up, wincing at the weight I carried. "Well, goodbye Harry."

I wanted to make it short and light. Nothing that will give him any clues. I didn't want him to get the idea I was "that girl." This is why I avoided guys in the first place. The ones that actually showed interest anyway.

He chuckled deep into his throat. Stop. Fucking. Doing. That. "It's not goodbye love, it's goodnight."

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, the twinkle in his eyes noticeable even in the dark shadows of the evening.

De's mom came from the parking lot entrance. I turned around, not saying anything. Damn it. I looked over and waved her mom closer. I didn't turn around to stare at Harry because I knew he was waiting for me to say something. In all honesty, I couldn't find a retort. The usual sarcasm vanished from vocabulary.

I ran over to De's mom's car parked and opened the back seat, getting in. I stared forward; my eyes were glued to the back of the passenger's seat.

I think Harry Styles is the first guy to make me tongue-tied. Shit. I was fucked.

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