MALICIOUS PLEASURES.
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(Mitchie's P.O.V)

As I brushed my long hair I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn't done my make up yet and to sum it all up, I looked like crap. That party last night was insane… And I had one killer hangover. My mind was still all over the place. And for the first time, last night, I got cock-blocked and somewhat rejected.

And spoken incredibly rude to by a boy.

I wondered if I'd see him today at school. Nate did say one of his brothers was a senior. And this boy, Shane, acted like he knew all about me… So he must be the brother that goes to our school. I planned to approach him today… I was still fuming about the rude utter bullshit he spat at me last night. I wanted to know his deal and stat.

"Mitchie!" I heard my mother's voice echo from downstairs. "You're going to be late, if you don't hurry!"

"I know mom, I'm not dumb." I yelled back. I sighed. Ugh. School. I quickly threw on some light face make up and some false eyelashes and threw on a pair of short, cropped, light washed denim shorts and an old band tee. I left my hair down and somewhat messy. I grabbed my handbag and skipped off downstairs to see my mother sitting at the kitchen table going through bills. "See you later, mom." I said as I walked towards the door.

"Hey, hey wait." I turned around to see my mom standing up. I looked at her questionably. "What about breakfast?" She asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Not hungry." I said with a shrug as I turned around and walked out the door. I got tired of her pestering me to eat all the time, when I just wasn't damn hungry! I walked down the steps out the front of my house and ran over to my car, opening the door and jumping in as I threw my handbag onto the passenger seat. I checked the time. Well shit. I was 20 minutes later already. "Fuck." I mumbled to myself and started up the car, reversing out of my driveway.

As I reached the front doors to the school and entered, seeing the hallways were empty as all hell, I sighed and slowly dragged my feet to my locker. I had music class up first. It was a new kind of music class they had just started at our school and I had just signed up, it was my first day today and of course I'm late. I grabbed a notebook and pen out of my locker, shoved it closed and walked towards where my class was to be.

"Oh nice to see you've joined us Mitchie." I heard the teacher say smartly as I walked in.

"Sorry Mr. Byrne, my bad." I said with a smile as I walked in. I found an empty seat and walked over to go sit in it.

"Oh I don't think so." I heard a male voice say. I looked up and saw who fucking other than Shane. A split class, two different grades… in one class. Great. They tend to do that when they cannot get enough students from one year to participate in a class. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

I looked around the class room… Here was my only choice. "It's the only seat left, stop being such a girl." I spat as I sat down right next to him. He was about to retaliate when the teacher came out with the worst possible news I could have ever heard.

"Okay class, so for your first assignment basically all we will be doing is working in pairs to see what level your music knowledge and talent is at. The person you're sitting next to will be your partner, I don't care if you have a problem with that, just deal with it." I heard Shane moan and I rolled my eyes. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face. It made me extremely uncomfortable actually. I kept my eyes on the teacher. "You will be writing a song, using what instruments you know how to play and then performing it to the class and then explaining what the meaning of the lyrics are and how you came up with them." Writing a song with somebody who hates me? Well I can totally see how this is going to play out. "Okay, begin your brainstorming."

I turned to Shane slowly to see he was still burning holes, like it was for fun or something. "Uh…" I began.

"This is bullshit. I'm not okay with this." He said angrily cutting me off. This angered me to the point where I felt my blood actually boil. How can one be so aggressively rude to another?

"Look, I'm not going to let you hating my guts effect the grade I'm going to get, don't screw this up for me I need to keep my grades good." I said calmly. He looked at me and scoffed.
"Please." He said with a laugh. "Why do you need good grades, what are you going to do with your life?" He asked. I shook my head and looked at the floor; I didn't owe him an answer anyway.

"You're a real asshole you know that?"

"You're a real slut, do you know that?" My jaw slightly dropped with confusion and shock. Boy was this boy raw. There is no hope with this boy; he really just wasn't worth it in the end. I sighed in defeat. I looked at him.

"How have I never seen you here before, did you just transfer or something?" I asked changing the conversation to something that hopefully won't end up in me getting insulted. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and stretching his legs out, crossing them at the ankles.

"Mitchie, I've always gone to this school. You just haven't noticed me or probably any other guy that isn't a jock because you're always to wrapped up in them."

"Okay my bad." I said simply. "So can I ask what I ever did to you for you to hate me so much?" I started plaiting my hair out of boredom and due to the fact I get quite fidgety in awkward situations.

He slightly threw his head back and scoffed. "You were cracking onto my little brother! I know where you've been and what you've done and who you've fucked. Obviously I wouldn't allow someone like you near Nate, he's a good kid."

"Someone like me?" I asked, slightly offended. He ran his fingers through his hair, getting slightly frustrated with all of my questions I'm guessing.

"Let's just get this damn project over and done with. I'm going to need your number so we can arrange a time to meet up and rehearse, because I don't think we're going to get much done in these classes."

"Now look who's cracking onto who!" I said playfully.

"Ugh, dream big."

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I smirked seductively as I trailed my fingers down his bare chest. He was great. Big and just great. "Are you sure you have to go?" I asked in a somewhat like 5 year old pouty voice. "Can't we just go again?" I giggled pressing my stomach against his and intertwining my fingers through his soft hair. His hands wandered from my waist and down on my ass. I was only wearing some lacy black boy shorts and a bra while we stood in my bedroom, readying to say our goodbyes for the day. Hey, I had had a tough, shitty day at school. Shane was a rude dick to me all through music class and even at lunch, he just stared daggers at me. I needed to let off some serious steam… and what better way to do that then…

"You know I have to leave Mitchie." Ugh, the worst possible thing you want to hear after the best possible thing has just happened. I pouted.

"Damn." I said sadly. I could so have gone for round two right now. "Well I'll walk you to the door, Ben." Ben Hoffman. Football jock. Totally gorgeous. He has one of those innocent, angelic faces, with one of the biggest, whitest smiles you'll ever see. He seems so gentle and kind, but I'll tell you right now, in bed… He is one hell of an animal. Like, you know when you get a guy that just knows what he is doing. And it's amazing? He's like that.

I stood on my tip-toes and crashed my lips on his, pulling him closer by placing my hand on the back of my head, the other hand… I let trailed down to his basketball style shorts.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, Mitchie, tomorrow?" He asked laughing. I pouted again.

"Ugh, fine!" I said with a giggle. I reached over to my bed and grabbed his shirt playfully throwing it at him. He smiled and chucked it over his head. I walked over to the doorway and stood there looking back at him. I smiled. "After you." He shook his head and laugh, walking out the door and down the stairs. I followed. As we reached the front door, I grabbed the door knob and looked back at him, I got on my toes again and placed my lips on his, slipping my tongue into his mouth, massaging his with my own. I slowly opened the door, while we continued to finish our kiss and then we broke it off. I smiled at him seductively and looked him in the eyes about to say something dirty when I heard a cough. I looked out to the open door.

Shit.

"Shane! What the hell!" I screamed, confused out of my mind.

"See you tomorrow, babe." Ben said, smacking me on the ass as he walked outside and to his car. Shane's eyes followed him carefully. He turned back to me and looked me up and down.

"Nice look." He said with a degrading laugh. I rolled my eyes and then remembered I was wearing next to nothing. I folded my arms across my chest trying to cover as much as I could.

"Fuck off." I spat. "What are you even doing here?" I asked.

"Well," He started, and then walked into my house. I rolled my eyes and closed the front door once he was in. "Seeing you were too busy to answer your phone… now I know why. I was trying to tell you that we should try getting some lyrics down. Like, get this over and done with as soon as possible."

"Good. I agree." I looked up at him and he was just staring at me, weirdly. Like, I couldn't even read his expression. "So uh…" I started. "Just come upstairs we can work in my chill room." I said simply, walking towards the stairs. I could feel his eyes all over me and not usually would a guy staring at my body ever make me feel uncomfortable but for some reason with Shane… It definitely did. After I walked up the stairs I walked into room, which was quite dark from the previous activities going on in here. I walked over to the window and opened the curtains. Shane followed me right in, leaning against the doorway, folding his arms smirking.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked rummaging through some clothes on the ground. I found a plain white oversized shirt and threw it on, then slipped into my beautifully warm and sort tan colored, ankle length ugg boots. Shane just stood there watching as I changed. I rolled my eyes when I received no answer. I walked towards the door, he blocked the way out just as I got only centimeters away from leaving this room. This intimidated me as my face was almost touching his chest. I looked up at him slowly. Next thing I know he put his hands on my hips firmly and spun me 180 degrees around so I was looking back into the room. He moved his body closer so his chest was against my back. He towered over me, height wise. He moved his mouth towards my ear, breathing softly. He placed one hand on my inner thigh, grabbing my skin… easily turning me on, and the arm was wrapped around my stomach keeping me close. My heart was absolutely racing, and for a second I thought his was to. I tilted my head, letting myself feel his warm breath against my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying every bit of this. He lightly brushed his lips down my neck and then closer to my ear again.

And with his lips pressed against my ear he said, "Told you, you were a little slut."

My face dropped, and I instantly got angry. I ripped his hands off me turned around and pushed him, hard. He stumbled back about a meter and laughed. I frowned, ready to blow up with anger.

"You're a fucking jerk, Shane!" I said angrily. I shook my head and walked out of the room and towards my 'chill' room. He followed along, laughing.

"Far out, ease up turbo." He said playfully. I didn't find this situation very funny… considering this dickhead had got me all hot and bothered for nothing and the fact he's an ass.

I walked into my chill room and went over to the study desk in there and a couple sheets of paper, and two pens. I ditched a pen and some paper at Shane and then proceeded to sit down on one of the beanbags I had lying around. He walked over and sat down on one of the couches, leaning back into it and stretching out his legs, making himself right at home. This guy didn't have a care in the world. He just said it how it is, no questions asked. He was opinionated, annoying and all-round rude.

But he was also gorgeous, intriguing and raw.

Fuck him though. He was a tease and he knew it. He knew he was hot, and he knows how to get a girl wanting more and he used that to his advantage on me. He was a jerk.

I looked at him, studying his face and body. I put the pen in my mouth unknowingly, chewing on it while my mind raced. He looked up at me and slightly smiled… Like didn't want me to know that he wanted to smile… Like he was trying to stop it. He looked at his pen and paper and then up at me and then said,

"Alright shit tits, let's get started."

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