Spinning Circles

Chapter 4

Rigs was a little confused, what had he really done to deserve having his precious man parts held in a hand-vice? He hadn't really said anything too bad and she reacted way over the precipice of what would be considered normal. A big grin broke out across his face as he had an epiphany – she liked him. No one would react that strongly and place their hands on his meat and potatoes if they weren't interested to some degree. Yep he was going have his wicked way with Miss Judy, crap, Julie Taylor very, very soon.

He had to give her credit, she had been the first chick to really capture his interest. To make him want to chase after her. Rigs wasn't fooling himself though, he wanted her. He wanted to know what she kissed like, felt like and moaned like. It was purely animalistic interest and no one was going to stop him. Street had voiced some concerns as he was pretty tight with the coach but Rigs threw them aside. This was about winning over the challenging chick in the school.

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Julie was sitting in the middle of the cafeteria reading her dick book some more. Again she was completely unaffected by the chaos that was swirling feverishly around her. She was intent on the written page but he was going in, he was going in hard, fast and determined. He took a deep breath, braced his tray of passable lunch food against his torso and surged forward. He sat down opposite her, clanging his tray onto the table distracting her minutely and swinging the chair around so he could sit astride the chair's back. She hadn't looked up obviously intent on ignoring him. Rigs smirked, she wouldn't be ignoring him for long.

"So I still think you're still hot and even better, you like handling my balls," he teased. She still didn't look up but he noticed her knuckles turn a startling shade of white. "So how's about you come out with me on Saturday night?" She still didn't look up. Yeah he wasn't all that smooth but anger was better than no emotion whatsoever. He got her blood boiling. He smirked. He knew another way he could get her blood boiling. He chuckled to himself.

Nothing. No reaction besides the knuckles and the slightly hostile page turns. She'd rip them if she wasn't careful. He doubted she was reading anymore, the pages were turning 

with sharp cracking sounds at a very frequent pace that indicated there was absolutely no reading occurring at all. As she turned the newest page, the tension of the page itself plus her aggression tore it straight from the spine. She looked up at him horrified, like she had put down a kitten or something and he was judging her.

"It's only a book," he remarked, that made her look at him again. Her face showing horror and disgust, this time directed at himself.

"Only a book?" she spluttered. "If you hadn't come to MY table and interrupted MY reading YOUR pathetic pick up line I wouldn't have done that," she gestured at the book.

"Chill. You did it, don't blame me cause you have anger issues," she become more and more indignant in front of his eyes. The hands rose to the hips, the scowl become deeper and her eyes were flashing fire. She abruptly turned around and walked out with his chin raised high, her hair floating behind her like a war banner with no time for Rigs. He sighed, this sweet talking of his wasn't working all that well. He got up and walked out after her leaving a crowd of confused, shocked and utterly astounded faces behind him.

She was striding down the hall with a strong clippity clop sounds from her heeled boots. It was a defiant walk with an oddly grating sound that sounded like a clock ticking down the seconds he had until he truly blew this opportunity into 'never gonna happen' territory. It was time to make a decisive move as his sweet talking was doing nada. He skipped/walked up behind her to catch up and gently but quickly directed her towards the lockers lining the hallway. Her back up against the locker he locked him body up to hers, put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her hard but with passion.

Julie stiffened up immediately, sucking in a breath against his mouth, her hand rising to his chest to pry him off her. The surprise of the sneak attack has rendered her shocked but that was temporary and now she was reacting. Her mouth opened in protest and he snuck his tongue in stealth bomber-like. His efforts were focussed on getting a response and he wasn't getting one. Her hands were on his chest though but they had lessened their force considerably and then he heard a sigh and then a sensation on his bottom lip. She was nibbling it. Julie Taylor was sighing, nimbling and finally acting a little girly. He renewed his attentions, bringing his body in closer sandwiched her between his warmth and the cool, bumpy steel. Her arms slithered up over his chest, over his shoulders and around his neck. 

He felt a sharp, painful tug on his ear. He broke contact and saw a smile on her face, she had the top rim on his ear captured between her thumb and forefinger like a school headmistress. Except she didn't wear a bun, glasses or anything dowdy. She was the hottest disciplinarian he had every encountered and he had encountered quite a few.

"That was nice Timothy, but never do that again you hear? Otherwise..." she paused pinching his ear more and leaning in close to his body, her lips at his ear "...I will tell my father." He gulped, he had made light of it to the guys and in his head but her father could do him some serious damage with or without weaponry. And she had called him Timothy that was much worse than Tim even. He stepped back as she let go of his ear, raising his hands in the universal sign of surrender as a smirk blossomed on his face.

"You want me Taylor, don't deny it," he taunted as she stood there staring at him in the eyes. He saw a flicker as her gaze momentarily flickered from his eyes to his mouth and back again. Yep she wanted him, she wanted him bad.

"Whatever," she hissed. He stepped into the space between them, grabbed her chin between his fingers and kissed her quickly on the lips. She inhaled a breath of air and outrage.

"Whatever? And there was I thinking it was heat. As in hot or steamy. As in we could have a very good time Taylor," he retorted as he strode away. He licked his finger and notched at point in the air. "One all," he laughed at he walked further down the hall. He didn't both turning around to see her reaction. He didn't need to look to know she was quaking with anger, desire or both. The tide had changed and Rigs was working it all the way to the shoreline.

AN – Thanks to Kareene and Jodes for helping with the storyline and critically looking at what I have written. This version of Julie and Tim are kinda on steroids and rather aggressive with one another.