The sexy vixen I can't have.

Chapter 9

Bra sizes and Drawing.

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And now on with the show…

Previously….

"Oh I'm a fashion designer and pretty much loads of things on earth"

What the fuck? No shitting way!

Now.

Stella`s Pov:

No way! Blooms a famous designer, nah she`s probably bluffing just to try and get us jealous. I don't know why I was her friend, let alone her best friend. I mean she was so innocent, I hated how she always used to walk around in her frilly skirts and play all innocent and nice but what I hated more was how sky was with her, with me he`s always so tense and snappy but with her he was… well he was fun, nice, kind, and he looked at her with love shining in his eyes. Anyone with two eyes could see that.

Looking at bloom now I could tell she was an important person down on earth, the way she stood was posh and I hate to admit it good looking. Looking at her clothes tells me she isn't lying about being a designer. (Blooms Outfit on profile)

Oh great Miss Faragonda is hugging her! She was always the favourite student out of the whole school.

No Ones Pov:

After Miss Faragonda hugged bloom and bloom had ended the conversation on her phone. Bloom went to find her room.

An Hour Later.

All the girls and guys, except from bloom, were in the lounge talking about bloom. The guys kept saying how fit she was and started guessing what bra size she was now. The girls were talking about her fashion career and asked if she would make them a dress or two.

They stopped their conversations when the door opened to reveal bloom in a tight white tank top, which clearly you could see her black lacy bra and tight black short which did covered her ass and pink Pokka dot socks.

She didn't look up as she sat down on one of the recliners and opened the book she had in her hands, it was a sketch pad and a pencil. She took out a pink iPod and white earphones; she put them in her ears and turned on a song. She immediately turned a few pages and started to draw, a dress probably.

After a few minutes Paul (image on profile) asked her not knowing she could still hear them, "What bra size are you?" everyone choked on a laugh while sending him death glares. Bloom looked up and smirked at him.

"Why don't you come over and see?" she asked him with an eyebrow raised. Everyone was gobsmacked, they didn't know bloom was listening and would say that.

Paul smirked back at her and stood up, everyone was looking back and forth at them, "Why don't you stand up then? So I could get a better view." Paul said and he crossed his arms over his chest thinking she wouldn't do it.

To everyone's surprise bloom got up, walked up to him and grabbed his hand, winked then pulled him out of the room.

"What just happened?" Musa asked to nobody in particular. Then they noticed that blooms iPod and sketchpad was missing.

Paul`s Pov:

Bloom pulled me into a closet in the hallway and shut and locked the door. I was going to apologise when she kissed me. I put my arms around her and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and she runned her hands up and down my chest. We fought for domance in her mouth but of course I won.

She runned her hands down to the end of my shirt and ripped her lips off mine and took off my top. She threw it somewhere in the corner but I didn't care. I started to kiss and suck her neck when I decided to pull off her top. The sight of her glorious tits sealed in the black lacy bra nearly had me undone.

Bloom kissed me and then wriggled her waist down until her groin was on top of mine and grinded down hard. I groaned into her mouth and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Once I had it off she stopped moving on my dick, confused I stopped kissing her to see her now swollen lips smirked at me.

"What?" I asked her going to kiss her again when she stopped me. Even more confused and I must have worn a funny expression on my face because she giggled.

She unwrapped her legs from around my waist on pushed against my chest, I moved back to give her room and she put back on her tank top. She started to unlock the door and was going to leave when I grabbed her wrist. She turned back and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

She must have realised what was on my mind and said, "Oh yeah. Did you really think I would go that far with the guys in the lounge, let alone you? You all hurt me by not saying anything about them and in my eyes you all picked them over me. So no." she ripped her wrist out of my hand and walked away. I leaned down to pick up my top from the corner when I saw her bra. I picked it up and walked out of the closet. I saw her walking up the stairs to her room and shouted out, "Bloom, your bra." She turned around and looked at it and smirked, "I thought you wanted to see what size I am, so keep it." Then she walked up the remaining steps.

Whoa, I get to keep her bra.