Not my characters, sadly.
So, I had a lot of fun with Arrogant and this side of it has been building in my head for a couple of weeks. Plus I am in love with writing Adam!Vlad stuff!
So here it is - Arrogant from the side of Adam Giles. It won't be the same nine chapter story, I'm aiming for one chapter but I'm pretty terrible at sticking to that.
If you haven't read Arrogant yet, it's not strictly necessary but I would recommend you read it anyway, it's one of my favourite things I've done to be honest.
On we go!
-AG-
Surrounded by the usual 'groupies' he found himself with every day, Adam sighed to himself internally. By this point everything was starting to feel like a chore, an act and just another way to make his mother disappointed with him.
This time a year ago, he'd been a pale, skinny geek these girls wouldn't have looked twice at, back when he did his homework and hadn't lost a bet with his little sister to try out for the rugby team. He'd fully expected to have almost every bone in his body broken, but it turned out he was a natural and his body moved with the other players easily, and Adam had found himself surprised to have got a place on the team. Battered and bruised but bouyant on the strange success, Adam had gone home and his sister had looked at him in disbelief when he said he'd gotten a spot on the rugby team, she'd come to watch him try out but disappeared off before the players were announced.
"Rugby? Who are you and what have you done with my son?" George (Georgina, but she hated it), had laughed, explaining that Adam had lost a bet and George had told him he had to try out for the team. Their mum had shook her head, handing Adam his hot chocolate as he worked diligently through his school books. A month or so of twice weekly practices had Adam feeling muscles he didn't know he had aching, but his skinny frame had started to fill out. Pushing damp hair out of his face after he'd showered, Adam was just about to head home where he'd be alone for the next two nights - he and his sister had different fathers, and her fathers parents didn't like Adam. So when his mum took George to visit them one or two weekends a month, Adam was left to his own devices. As a geek who wouldn't know a party if it hit him in the face, Adam was a perfectly trustworthy teenager.
"You're the new rugby sensation right?" Jumping in surprise, Adam turned to find a girl in his class. He thought her name was Amy, but he could have been wrong. "I guess? I wouldn't say I was a sensation, I was as surprised as everyone to be good at it." Though it had started happening more and more recently, Adam felt shy and nervous under the dark, interested stare of the admittedly very pretty girl. At fourteen years old, Adam hadn't even felt brave enough to go on the internet to look at pornography, let alone got close to a girl. "So how'd you end up on the team?" Thinking fondly of his little sister, Adam shrugged. "My little sister bet me over a chess game, if I lost I had to try out for the team. I didn't know she played almost every day with her best friend, and she utterly destroyed me."
The girl, who had advanced closer slowly until Adam could see the mascara clinging to her eyelashes and the faded streaks of colour in her dyed hair, reached out a hand to his arm. "I'm Amelia, but you can call me Amy." Adam nodded dumbly before realising he should introduce himself. "I'm Adam, nice to meet you Amelia... I mean Amy." Her eyes, constantly fluttering eyelashes almost irritating him but he was always flawlessly polite, met his then. "I heard from the Branagh twins you get the house to yourself alot, they are always complaining you aren't a party type." Shrugging, Adam nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. But my mum trusts me, why would I mess that up?" Amy giggled, not an intensely attractive sound but Adam was floundering under her attention and supposed it was a good thing.
"You're adorable. So, is this one of those weekends?" Trying to head home casually, Adam realised this girl was following him as she... he supposed it may look like flirting. "Yes, they are off visiting family who I don't get on with. Why?" Still fluttering her eyelashes, Amy was still touching his arm as she smiled up at him. "I thought we could hang out, you can show me all your moves." "My moves?" "Your rugby moves." Struggling to come up with a reason not to as they headed down the side streets to his almost-hidden away house, Adam nodded. "Sure I guess. Come on in?" Amy followed him into the house, watching him closely as he closed the door and carefully hung his jacket and school bag on their assigned hooks. "You look terrified, have you ever had a girl in your house before?" Feeling his cheeks heat up, Adam shook his head.
"Wait a minute... are you a virgin?" Adam choked on his bottle of water, spluttering and feeling it soak through his jumper. "What?" "You heard me, are you a virgin?" "Uh, yes? Does it matter?" Amy actually laughed at him and Adam felt a strange kind of sadness inside him, this girl pointing out another reason he wasn't like everyone else, the way he always felt. "No, I suppose not. Still, it's a bit strange. You're what, fourteen, fifteen now?" "Fourteen. It's illegal before you're sixteen, so why is it strange?" He felt like he was regurgitating the facts they'd learned at the sex education assembly, but Adam felt truly out of his depth now. "Nobody listens to that, you silly boy." Amy advanced on him again, the feeling of a girls body against him when it wasn't his mum or sister giving him a hug making Adam feel nervous, and he could feel his palms start to sweat.
"How do you mean?" A hand was now on his waist, feeling the new muscles Adam had started to develop through the thin cotton. "I'll put this simply for you, which bedroom is yours?" Shaking his head, Adam was sure he was dreaming as he answered. "Uh, the one with my name on it?" Amy wrapped a hand around his wrist, pulling him along and Adam stumbled over the staircase, nerves pulsing in his chest as she found the door with "Adam's Room" painted on it, the letters cracked and fading as he'd done it when he was nine. He felt his cheeks burn again when Amy stopped, looking at his bedroom. His bedcovers still had cartoons on, there were faded posters of TV shows on his wall and his desk was flawlessly organised, extra books on his school subjects stacked neatly to one side.
"Wow. Wasn't expecting this." "Well it's not like I get company in here." Amy turned back around to him then, shedding her coat and hanging it over the back of his desk chair. Mastering the impulse to straighten it Adam waited quietly, dying to take off his dampened jumper but his hands were frozen at his sides. "Have you ever even kissed a girl before?" Adam shook his head, certain the flush of his cheeks would become permanent under her amused gaze. He froze completely when Amy moved closer, leaning up to press a lip-gloss flavoured kiss on his unresisting mouth. She pulled back, looking at him and Adam fought the urge to wipe the sticky, chemical tasting substance from his face lest he offend her. "Are you nervous, dense or gay?" Feeling his eyes widen in surprise, Adam shrugged stiffly. "Nervous I guess? Or dense. Depends what you mean."
"I'm in your bedroom trying to kiss you, and you look like I'm taking you to your death." A spike of irritation filled him then, Amy had come at him like a missile with no returning signals. Growling slightly, Adam barely had time to enjoy the look on her face before he kissed her. He had no idea what he was doing, and her lip gloss still tasted foul but Amy melted against him anyway. "Wow. Wasn't expecting that either." He felt Amy push him against his bed, looking down at the straining front of his trousers and wrapping a hand around the tented fabric. He rarely even touched himself this way, the crude way the boys spoke in the locker room made it feel dirty. "Well, you are a surprise all around Adam." Gasping in surprise when the hand around him squeezed, Adam found himself panting.
"What do you mean?" Amy moved her hands, making Adam feel torn between relief and loss of contact until she started pushing his jumper up. Lifting his arms to help, Adam pushed the fabric away and felt her hands trace over his developing muscles. Amy looked at him for a moment before sighing slightly, lifting his limply hanging hands to the buttons of her uniform blouse. Trembling fingers pushed the buttons loose, and Adam felt a strange tingle in his stomach as her top fell away to reveal the only real pair of breasts he'd ever seen. "I wasn't expecting this to be a lesson, but you certainly feel worth it so here." Looking at Amy in confusion, Adam had no idea what she meant as she pulled his hands to her back. Her steady fingers guided his, something giving way beneath his hands and the material holding her breasts fell loose.
Pulling back, Adam tugged at the loosened underwear until the straps fell down her arms, feeling his pulsing erection twitch and throb as nervous hands moved to touch her breasts. The nipples peaking them hardened when he touched them and Amy made a sound of pleasure, pushing his confidence a little higher as he added more pressure. "Quick learner." Amy gasped out, but then she was pushing his hands away and Adam wasn't happy with that. He soon changed his mind as she fumbled at his trousers, pushing them down and grasping his erection again. Feeling his hips push into her grip automatically, Adam whimpered and felt his boxers grow damp. Hoping Amy didn't notice he'd gone off already, he went back to touching her, pushing her trousers down and turning her to lie across his bed.
Kneeling over her carefully, Adam decided to start where he already knew and kissed her. The lip gloss flavour had started to fade, or perhaps he'd gotten used to it and Amy seemed to respond eagerly. Moving further down, Adam wiped his mouth in what he hoped was a discreet manner and pressed his mouth to her fluttering pulse point. He wasn't certain he'd ever get another chance to be this close to a girl, and given how he needed to distract her while he recovered from his embarrassing early ejaculation, Adam decided he was going to get everything out of this encounter he could. Amy arched into him, more sounds of surprised pleasure falling from her mouth as he mouthed over the sweep of her collarbone. "Fuck Adam, you wouldn't know you were a newbie." Feeling his ego swell a little, Adam moved down to her breasts. This close to his face, Adam felt confused but tried to go with it, licking and sucking at the taste of her nipple while his hand went to the other, rubbing at her still-hardened nipple there.
Hoping Amy wouldn't freak out at him, Adam let his free hand move further down and a strange anticipation curled in his stomach as he found her... wet. He knew from the Sex Ed that meant she was aroused, to make it easier to penetrate her body and his cock started to twitch at the thought he had done that, he'd actually turned on a girl. Amy wasn't pushing him away so Adam touched her more, stroking over the damp fabric and her legs widened, shaking and rocking into his touch. She actually whimpered desperately when he stopped, eyes widening when Adam moved to push his boxers away. "I thought this was what you wanted?" Wiping the sticky residue of his earlier climax away, Adam thanked teenage hormones for his renewed hardness as he tossed his boxers aside.
"It is, but fuck you're bigger than I thought." Looking down, Adam had no basis for comparison to know where he was average or not. "So, you've changed your mind?" Amy shook her head, scrambling to push her own underwear away. "Do you still have the condoms we got at Assembly?" Adam nodded, moving to pull them from the drawer he'd shoved them away in, blushing hotly when George mocked him. Amy took it from him, pushing him on his back and rolling the latex over his cock with an ease that made him slightly uncomfortable, wondering how many guys she'd done it to before him. The thoughts left his mind as she straddled his hips, the wet slide into a soft, tight heat a sensation Adam was certain he'd never tire of as Amy rested flush with his hips.
"Fuck!" Amy smiled in what he supposed was supposed to be a seductive manner, raising and lowering herself on his cock and Adam couldn't help making pathetic sounds as she did so. Amy wasn't quiet herself, the sounds somewhat appealing as she squeezed tighter around him. He could feel her thighs start to shake against his and he wondered if she was getting tired, but then she was moaning louder and shaking all over, the wet heat around him clamping down and "Fuck, Adam!" falling from her mouth. The intense feeling was enough for him, and Adam felt the slightly sticky sensation of spurting into the condom as he came again. Amy lay limply against his chest, panting over his racing heart for a moment before hissing as she pushed herself off his softening cock. "Jesus Adam, are you sure you're a virgin? Or were?"
"Definitely. Why?" Amy giggled, the high pitched, girly sound irritating as the fog in his mind left him. "Because that was actually amazing. It's always the quiet ones." "What's always the quiet ones?" Feeling sweaty and sticky now, Adam fought his still shaky muscles to stand up. Amy looked up at him as he pulled off the condom, grimacing at the feeling and dumping it in his paper bin. "That are great in bed." "And you'd know would you?" Her face quickly melted to one of annoyance. "Are you calling me a slut? I just did you a favour!" Raising an eyebrow, Adam looked down at her and hoped his face showed contempt. "Throwing yourself at me like I'm some kind of special case? Seriously?" The girl climbed off his bed, pulling her clothes on and scowling at his still naked body. "Yeah, well it won't be happening again!" Pulling on clean boxers and already dying for a shower, Adam followed her to his front door. "You say that like I'd want it to."
Amy stormed out of his front door and Adam fumbled to lock it quickly, practically running to the shower. Guilt, regret and more than a little shame climbed into his chest and settled there as he scrubbed his skin clean, both for the act itself and for the way he'd treated Amy after. All he knew was he wanted to get away from her the second his hormones had cooled and it was probably unfair to have taken that out on her, though she was quick to change her tune when Adam didn't act like she'd done him the worlds biggest favour. Sighing as he dressed in his pyjamas, Adam meandered to his kitchen and pulled out one of his many 'just reheat' meals - it was either that or pizza whenever his mum was away and Adam didn't feel like eating much right now.
He ate mechanically in front of the TV, unable to even enjoy Doctor Who like he normally did and nausea spiked in his throat when he went up to his room, the smell of what he realised was sex heavy in the air. Pushing his window open, Adam stripped his bedsheets and threw them in the laundry with his uniform. He almost added George's out of habit, but realised he couldn't bring himself to let the shame of what he'd done near her. Resolving to wash hers in the morning, Adam curled up on the sofa under a blanket and cried. Hoping it was all a bad dream, Adam felt it all weigh down on him again when he realised his sheets were waiting to be dried in the machine. Tossing them in the dryer, Adam refilled his water bottle and changed into suitable clothing, heading outside to run until his legs ached and his chest burned. It didn't help, and cold resignation took him when he returned home sweaty and sore.
On Monday, back at school after trying to forget what had happened when his mum and George returned, Adam could feel a mix of looks directed his way. Amy was looking at him like she'd quite like to ram something large, pointed and deadly through his face, but the girls around her were looking at him with a mix of curiosity, disdain and if he wasn't mistaken, interest. Shaking his head, Adam tried to get on with school. He didn't miss more than a couple of girls he hadn't seen show up before turning up at his rugby practice, and most of the boys on the team showed themselves up, making crude comments until their coach threw a shoe or ball at them. Feeling more confused than ever, Adam went to shower off after getting knocked into the mud multiple times. When he came out, towel wrapped around his waist (there was zero modesty in these changing rooms, most of the boys strutted around naked) and pulling his boxers on below it, Adam realised there were only two other boys in the room by now and wondered how long it had taken to remove the stubborn mud from his skin.
Walker left as Adam was pulling on his jeans, his school trousers damp from the wet day. Michaels cast a glance around to check they were alone while Adam buttoned up his shirt, sitting down to pull on clean socks. "Yo, Giles?" Looking up from his shoes, Adam wasn't sure what the boy wanted. "Yeah? Did I mess up at practice or something?" The other boy chuckled, shaking his head. Lacing up his other shoe and shoving his dirty kit into it's own seperate bag, Adam waited. "My girl told me you upset her friend Amy on Friday, and I am sadly honorbound to ask what it is you did and give you a good tellin' off. So, what happened?" Feeling his cheeks burn with the memory, Adam turned to pull his jumper on. "The girl is loopy, she followed me home and threw herself at me, then suddenly started saying I called her a slut or something and stormed out of my house." Michaels laughed heartily as he tied his own shoes then.
"Sounds about right. If Lacey asks I really gave you what for, and stay away from Amy, the girl really is insane." "That would have been handy advice three days ago. But sure, I won't get you in trouble with your girlfriend." Michaels clapped a hand on Adam's shoulder, laughing as he left. "You're alright for a geek Giles, see you tomorrow!" Adding a goodbye and feeling thoroughly lost, Adam shook his head and went to head home. There were still girls in the stands, even though it was freezing and the practice - and school day - had ended a while ago. When Adam came out there was giggling, and the sounds of gossip filled the air. "Rough practice moonshine?" George called out to him as he got into the house. "Not the worst I've had sunshine, you'd know that if you still came to laugh at me." Their mum chuckled at the daft nicknames they gave each other, based on Adam's pale skin and George's love of any kind of outdoor activity, preferably one that involved the sun and getting covered in mud.
Dumping his kit bag by the washer, Adam hung his uniform out to dry off over a radiator and got a swat around his ear from his mum. "I've told you about leaving that bag there!" Smiling, Adam pointed out his uniform. "I was about to put that in the laundry, I was just hanging up my damp uniform!" Receiving a fond smile back from her, he went on to shove his filthy rugby kit in the washing machine, taking his rugby trainers out to the garden to rinse off the caked on dirt and leaving them on their special mat by the back door. "Mum I think Adam must be ill, he's been home almost fifteen minutes and hasn't read a book!" Throwing a sofa cushion at his giggling sister, Adam sat down next to her and stole the remote. Friday seemed like months ago as he sat watching daft tv with George, indulging her love of documentaries before they were called for dinner.
Escaping up to his room, Adam sat down to do his homework and resolutely ignore the memories Michaels had brought flooding back after rugby earlier. Having never had an interest in girls before, or even thought about it, Adam felt a little confused by the whole thing. Remembering to set his browser so it wouldn't save what he was looking at, Adam typed in 'understanding teenage girls'. There were literally millions of results, and Adam's maths homework sat mostly ignored as he read through floods of bizarre information. Feeling it all whirring in his mind, Adam barely managed to fall asleep. Never being a huge fan of the taste, both George and their mum were surprised to find Adam drinking coffee in the kitchen the next morning. "You alright moonshine?" Ruffling his sisters hair affectionately until she squealed and moved away, Adam nodded. "No worries sunshine, just didn't sleep that well and got a test this morning, I needed mums magic wake up drink!" Ducking as his mum aimed a spoon at him, Adam laughed along with George as they got ready to be dropped off at school on their mums way to work.
Tuesday was as confusing as Monday, the variations of emotion across girls faces as Adam rummaged through his locker for his spare games kit making him feel like he was under a spotlight. Having gotten a little more co-ordinated since he got on the rugby team, Adam didn't struggle with the basketball game until he realised the girls weren't playing their side much, just stopping to look at him. The ball hit him in the face in his confusion, and Adam dropped to the floor clutching his bruised cheek in surprise. Getting sent to get looked at just in case, Adam left the nurses office with an ice pack to return later. He realised he'd missed the end of the lesson, the PE area almost deserted but for a cleaner and he could hear a teacher nearby. So when a voice sounded nearby, Adam was a little surprised. "How's your face Adam?" Feeling the bruising start to come in on his tender skin, Adam shrugged. "I think I'll have a black eye by tomorrow, but the ice is helping." Vaguely recognising this girl as one of the ones who'd been at rugby practice yesterday, Adam swallowed heavily.
"Let me see?" Feeling confused, Adam lowered the ice pack. "Does it hurt?" Nodding dumbly, Adam had no idea where this was going and could only think to blurt out "So, who are you?" The blonde girl smiled, and it made Adam's stomach turn slightly but he couldn't find words to tell her to go away. "Not really important, come on." It all felt remarkably similar to Friday in his house, a small, feminine grip on his wrist pulling him into a currently disused office (Stokely Grammar was chronically understaffed, two teachers ran almost the entire PE department including after school and school teams) and Adam found himself backed into a wall. "What are you doing?" This close, Adam could see the bright green eyes filled with mirth as the girl pressed lips to his sore cheek. "Seeing if I can make you feel better."
A hand pressed against his shorts, having not had time to make it to the changing rooms between his nurses visit and this girl all but kidnapping him. "I got hit with a ball, not in the... you know." That got him a laugh, again reminding him of his naivety in his bedroom days previously. "Still, I bet I can take your mind off it." His body betrayed him in spite of the nerves, a warm hand slipping beneath the fabric to grasp his hardening cock. Hoping he didn't embarrass himself again, Adam could only watch in wonder as the essentially-a-stranger knelt down in front of him, tugging his shorts down and stroking his cock until it filled out fully. He felt like his heart would stop suddenly as the girl placed her mouth around the head, tongue stroking over the sensitive join beneath until Adam's hips bucked. Everything increased tenfold when her mouth moved down, surrounding his length with a warm, wet feeling that was both like and unlike being inside Amy.
He wasn't so naive as to not know this was called a 'blowjob', but Adam was rapidly understanding with clarity why the boys went on about getting them as the intense feelings sparked in his gut. Her tongue stroked up and down with her bobbing head, fingers wrapped around the base moving up and down with her so Adam was never short of sensation. Scarcely able to contain the feelings, Adam knew from the rugby boys not every girl 'swallowed' and managed to gasp out "Close" amongst his whimpers of pleasure. This didn't slow his new... friend, who's cheeks hollowed and a harder suction was suddenly on him. Adam felt his knees shake as he came, whole body trembling as the girl swallowed around him. The motions of her tongue didn't stop, and Adam felt the pleasure start to edge into pain as he grew oversensitive. Backed up against the wall as he was, Adam had nowhere to move from the girl until she finally let him go.
"Well, does your face still hurt?" Realising he hadn't thought of the twinges of pain for the entire time the girl was sucking him off, Adam shook his head. "Good. Amy was right, you are... bigger than you look. Later!" The girl peered round the door, flashing him a smile and hurrying off. Tugging up his shorts and dashing to the changing room, Adam stripped away his clothes and showered off. So apparently, he was the topic of gossip with girls already, and the girl who's name he still didn't know had brought up Amy again, making him feel dirty as he rinsed himself off. Barely taking the time to actually dry himself off, Adam pulled on his uniform like it could protect him from those feelings and went to return the ice pack to the nurses office. By this point it was part way through lunchtime, and Adam felt too sick to eat as he sat outside on a bench, getting odd looks that confused him until he remembered his bruised face.
"Moonshine, what happened?" George and a couple of her friends found him there, his sisters miniscule hands touching his face gently. "Disagreement with a basketball in PE, it looks worse than it is sunshine." George gave him a hug, and split her chocolate bar with him with a bright smile. Not wanting to upset his sister, Adam ate the chocolate and ignored the nausea gnawing at his gut. Her friends, too young to be the giggly gossipy types (though George probably wouldn't hang out with such people if they were like that) all waved happily at him as the end of lunch bell went, George stopping to give him another hug and saying she couldn't wait to hear what their mum thought of his face. "Cheers you little terror, go on, get to class before you're late." George skipped off, her dinosaur-skull shaped backpack bouncing along as she caught up with her friends. Smiling fondly at his sister, Adam dumped his lunch quickly so his mum wouldn't worry and hurried off to class himself.
"Jeez Giles, you'd think you were in a fight with a big muscly guy, not a basketball!" Some of the boys who'd seen him get hit laughed, but Adam took it in stride as they settled down for class. As predicted, their mum was not happy that Adam had gotten 'badly injured', she hated him playing rugby as it was but this wasn't even from that. "What were you doing, you never get that distracted playing a ball game son?" Adam shrugged, unsure how to explain it. "I bet he was checking out a girl. Or a boy. Either way, maybe Adam's in lurrrrve!" Flicking his sister on the ear where she was sat in the front seat, Adam laughed. "I was not!" "Now son, you know I've always said I don't mind if you like boys so long as you're honest with me." "Mum! I wasn't checking anyone out, the ball came at me and my face got in it's way. George is just a pest!" His sister giggled happily, always bright and joyous when Adam was a little bit irritated but unable to resist the fond affection for his bonkers little sister.
Throwing his games kit in the laundry now his other one was dry, Adam shuddered inwardly as he remembered being dragged and touched afterwards. He let his mum gently apply bruise cream over his face, and took the painkillers she handed him dutifully - he would probably want them when it came to going to bed, he often slept on his front and that wasn't going to be easy tonight. He ended up being kept off school the next day, as the soreness around his mouth made it hard to talk, eat or do much other than drink through a straw. George promised to take his note to the rugby coach, and Adam spent the day by himself trying to process this sudden... shift with the girls at school. A week ago he was the scrawny, geeky virgin boy and now he'd been practically attacked by two different girls, and apparently was the subject of hot discussions.
By Thursday his face was almost back to normal, a shadow over his pale cheek and a smudge of bruising under his eyes the only indicator of his injuries. By Friday, Adam was thoroughly confused but his body more than accepting when he was dragged into the art supplies classroom - mostly empty but for occasional students working on projects and drying classwork. This girl was definitely part of Amy's friendship group, he'd recognised her as one of the girls looking at him with 'interest' on Monday, and the dark haired, brown eyed girl barely introduced herself as Charlotte before Adam found himself with his trousers pushed down, Charlotte producing a condom from nowhere and rolling it over him before pulling him against her body. Hormones took over sense as Adam let his body go with it, hips rocking against hers until the pleasure swept over him. Charlotte hadn't yet came, but Adam let her guide his fingers to stroke between her thighs until she arched in pleasure, crying out against his shoulder to quiet the sounds. "Did you get a haircut or a growth spurt or something recently?"
Looking up in confusion as he ditched the condom under some screwed up paper and buttoned up his trousers, Adam was surprised the girl was now initiating actual conversation. "Not that I know of, why?" Charlotte shrugged, checking her reflection in the window and fussing with her hair. "Because this time a month ago, you were some geek no girl really noticed. Suddenly, you're this mad cool rugby guy and word is getting around that you're packing heat." Eyes widening in surprise, Adam almost moved his bag to cover his groin as Charlotte blatantly eyed him up. "I have no idea why, I'm just a teenage boy who isn't stupid enough to say no." Charlotte brushed a kiss over his cheek, this one much better as she didn't wear sticky lip gloss, then she simply winked and left the room. Shaking his head, Adam made sure his uniform was straight and headed off to class. Things were getting weird for him.
-AG-
I was right, I got so into writing this it was too much for all one chapter.
I'm going to carry on writing this now, but it's no longer a one shot. Oops.