He knew I didn’t like making new friends and that this was going to be hard for me. I took a deep breath as the bell rang signalling the end of lesson. I sat with Clay and Tom in English which was great because they kept a lot of the unwanted attention away from me, but I wasn’t with them again until after lunch.
He blushed slightly and then gave me his usual grin, pulling me around the corner. “Hello, Clay? Two eleven, do you know where that is?” I repeated, waving my hand in front of his face. You know where that is?” I asked, looking around for it. “Don’t mess with me, Clay Preston, you never win and you know it!” I joked, winking at him as I grabbed his hand, pulling him along again. Clay was still standing there, looking a little dazed.
I stepped away quickly and noticed that everyone was staring and whispering. I laughed nervously, a little uncomfortable because of his body’s reaction. The movement actually made me catch my breath before I remembered that I was supposed to be messing with him. “Er, Riley.” Every inch of my body was pressed against him, so I could feel the stirring that was beginning to happen in his jeans. He made a little moan deep in his throat as his hands landed on my hips, his fingers digging in as he clutched me closer to him. “Oh please, Clay, won’t you give me a go right now? I want you so badly, please?” I begged in a breathy voice in his ear. I put my hands on his thighs and dragged them up slowly, teasingly, across his hips, up his stomach to his chest. I stopped and pushed him against the lockers roughly, stepping right up to him, pressing my whole body against him, our faces inches apart. Given me a go? Wow, the cocky player is so overconfident! Hmm, let’s have a little fun I know everyone’s staring at me already, so why not give them a show?
I would have given you a go,” he said cockily, catching up with me and wrapping his arm back around my shoulder.
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