A/N

Happy Saturday!

It is Saturday, right? We're on lockdown in the UK, so the days are just blending into each other lol.

It seems as though a lot of you think the Jessica thing is nothing but a rumour ... I guess we'll find out ...

Thanks, as always, to Jemster23 for pre-reading, and you guys for sticking with me.

Enjoy!

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I walk into biology, feeling his eyes on me as soon as I walk through the door. Sitting down, I don't look at him, busying myself with my books instead.

"Do I need to break any fingers today?" he asks as soon as Banner finishes his usual start-of-class speech.

I pretend to think about it, tapping my pen against my chin. "I don't think so, but the day is still young."

"Hmm," is his only reply, and I can't help but turn my head to look at him, finding his eyes already on me. We're silent as we watch each other, neither of us in any hurry to look away, appreciating one another unabashedly.

Nearer the end of class, I can't take the silence anymore. "How's Jessica Stanley?" I ask, my words scathing -the jealously I feel showing itself, much to my dismay. His answering smirk is knowing, smug; I want to punch him and then punch her.

"She's good. Really good," he chuckles darkly.

"Yeah," I scoff. "I've heard."

The insinuation isn't lost on him, his eyes narrow minutely, but his face remains passive. "You know what I haven't heard?" He leans forward, his face dangerously close to mine, his minty breath fanning my face. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "Anything about you." His eyes trail slowly down my body, before raising to meet my eyes again. Cocking his head, he licks his lips. "I think someone's a lot more innocent than they're leading people to believe ..."

I roll my eyes, turning back to my notebook. "Or," I offer, not looking at him, aware that his eyes haven't faltered from my face, even though I've turned away, "I don't feel the need for validation by sucking of the cock of every male that breathes in my direction. But maybe that's what you prefer?" I turn back to him, offering him a playful smirk. "Easy women ... and men."

Leaning into my personal space again, he whispers seductively, his lips brushing my ear, his hand grazing the inside of my thigh under the table, working upward. My heart rate increases exponentially, my breathing shallows. "My sexual preferences are none of your concern." The bell makes me jump, the shrill noise breaking my lust-induced haze, and then he's gone -up and out of his seat before I can blink.

Damn it.

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Another short one, so I might update again later ...

Thank you!