This is a work of fiction loosely based on my life. Names, characters, places and incidents are all made up by me. Any resemblance to actual places, events or people (living or dead) is coincidental. If you are not 18 and it is not legal to read this in your state do not. This story is mine; please do not take it without permission.
Chapter 3:
"If I had known I had an audience I wouldn't have sung so awful." I had to play this cool, I wanted this girl, or at least wanted her to know that I existed.
"You weren't that bad. At lease you have good taste in music, Alex Turner has an amazingly whiny voice. You sing him well. Maybe you should think about joining a band." She said smiling at me, her hazel eyes drinking in my embarrassed form.
It was rare to find someone let alone another girl who knew of good music. I was so focused on my crushing rejection and sub sequential pick-me-ups I hadn't noticed just how beautiful she really was. Her body was banging but there was more than that. She had an edgy look that drew me in even though I knew she had the power to cut me deep. Chocolate brown hair with electric blue highlights fell in waves down her shoulders. Soft honey eyes, full pouty model lips, tattoos scattered on her body, peaking out from under her very tight top. This girl was too hot to pass up, there was no way I could not have her.
"Haha, nice! A lot of people here don't know about the Arctic Monkeys, it's pretty sad. As for joining a band, yeah I've thought about it but finding other slightly talented music aficionados is harder than it seems. Do you play anything?" I moved my hand to rub the back of my neck, a subtle way to flex my bicep against the tight sleeve of my shirt.
I saw her eyes flicker with mild interest to my arm before she locked eyes with me once more, "I play a little guitar and I'm not to bad at it. I saw them in concert a few months back. I almost creamed by pants when Turner locked eyes with me."
"He's definitely a pretty fellow. I play guitar, drums and a bit of bass. We should jam sometime, it's rare to find a lady with good taste these days." I smiled and started to back away towards the office, " I should get going... unless you needed help with something... I'm obnoxiously late to my Calculus class, I'm getting a late pass for the fifth time this week."
"Coincidentally I am also late and very lost. It just so happens I can't find Jonson's Calc 2 class. What are the odds, we're both going to get chewed out eh?" She sort of laughed out; I noticed she didn't stand in once place but sort of dance on her feet as if she would flutter away at any moment. This girl was cute and by all that is wonderful in the world it was fated that I had to have her.
"Well if follow my lead fair maiden no harm shall befall upon thee um... I'm sorry I didn't catch you name." I realized how dorky I sounded; I internally cursed the corny line that had just left my mouth. Come on Alyx you can do better than that.
"My name is Samantha Wright, but you can call me Lady Sammie." Sammie suited her more than Samantha in my opinion, more edgy. She smiled at me and I could feel my pulse race. This girl was making me drool and it was barely 10:00 a.m.
I watched her hips sway as I held the office door open, she happened to glance back at me and it took every muscle in my body to try and quell the heat I felt rushing to my face. I quickly fell into my routine of charming the front desk ladies, commenting on Connie's new haircut, Deb's 2lb weight loss from yet another diet and a wink thrown to the newest secretary business as usual for getting a late pass. They each cooed and giggled, something about having me around turned these middle-aged women into schoolgirls. Everyone needs a bit of attention sometimes; it's only human nature. Soon we were walking out of the office with two very excused passes.
"My lady, kindly allow a lowly knight such as myself to escort your highness to the land of infinite integrals. I shall ensure someone of your great majesty will make it at the utmost haste." I winked at her and shifted my books so I could offer her my arm.
She laughed and I couldn't help the way my heart skipped. I was becoming addicted to this sing songy laugh of hers. Sammie linked her arm with mine and we set off to the second floor.
"This is normal for you isn't it?" Sammie said suddenly, I was debating the on which route to take, I had promised I would get her to class quickly. I jumped a little and prayed she hadn't noticed/.
"Yeah, I'm late almost everyday, sometimes multiple times per day. It's kind of just expected by now."
"No, I mean you charming people to get what you want. That's normal." She said thoughtfully.
Maybe it was because she was devastatingly beautiful or maybe it was that no one had ever asked me that before but for the first time in a long time I was speechless. I was a smooth talker; there wasn't a moment I didn't not know what to say. My brain scrambled for something to say for some semblance of a sentence to form on my lips. Fuck.
"Sorry, that was the wrong thing ask wasn't it? I have that problem where you just blurt things our when you're nervous... word vomit. I have word vomit. It's a pretty serious condition. Could be terminal we aren't sure yet." Sammie laughed and I felt her shift against me. She was fluttering again, like she would fly away at any moment.
"I... no you didn't... It wasn't wrong." I took a deep breath and started my sentence over. "It wasn't the wrong question. No one has ever asked me anything like that, I guess. I don't charm people I just... like making people happy?" It wasn't that I didn't have a real answer, I did. It just wasn't a good one. One that I just wasn't ready to face.
She laughed, "Is that a question or an answer? It's okay you don't have to answer it. At least not now, but I heard about you earlier. Well I heard about a smooth talking debonair lady-killer. I assume you are the one everyone talks about. I'm just curious as to what makes you tick."
"I'll tell you when I figure it out. And for the record most rumors about me are false." I mumbled taking her hand and leading her up towards the stairs.
She giggled a bit before saying; "I heard you made a girl cum from foreplay, fully clothed. I could see how that wouldn't be true that is insane. It isn't true, is it?"
This girl had no shame. What the fuck are you getting yourself into Alyx. I couldn't help but laugh. "Is that what people say about me?" I laughed again, "That is interesting, we're almost close to class." "Wait, you didn't answer the question. Did you make a girl cum without taking her clothes off? That is impossible by the way and you said most rumors were false."
I didn't say anything. Now is the time to play it cool Alyx, this is either going to intrigue her or repulse her, take the plunge man. I simply shrugged and opened the door to the classroom.
As she passed me to enter the room I whispered, "I suppose not all rumors are false."
I saw her face color lightly in red. You have a chance don't blow it.
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Mr. Jonson caught me staring at her ass as he waited for us to enter, I flashed him one of my award winning smiles before handing him our excused passes.
"Another 'excused' tardy Ramirez, three days in a row? Is it so difficult for you to enter this room on time? I hope you aren't instilling any of your atrocious behavior on our transfer student." Mr. Jonson sighed as he went to mark the attendance.
"My apologies sir, I was going to be on time today. I really was, but then I saw this beauty wandering aimlessly in these unprotected halls. How could I let someone this radiant miss the opportunity to witness your fantastic lecturing skills sir? After all I am a gentleman above all else." I smiled again at him and shot a wink to Sammie, who, to my surprise, blushed a little.
"Well if that is how you truly feel Ms. Ramirez I am sure you will not mind offering your seat to our new student."
My face dropped immediately, "Of course I wouldn't mind Jonson, but I think our lovely Sammy deserves a better seat. Someplace where she can really take the lesson in. Wouldn't you agree sir?"
"I think she'll be just fine. Samantha why don't you take a seat next to Rachael? Ms. Foster would you please raise your hand."
Fuck, right next to Rachael.