Chapter Four

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She was driving him nuts.

From the generic scent of pomegranate body wash, to the makeup that simply screamed Shopper's Drug Mart or its equivalents, to the brightly-colored accessories that were obviously marketed towards tweens. Everything about her was either atrociously plain or just plain out of style. There really was no comparison between girls like Me and women who were closer to his age bracket.

Sigh. And yet.

There was that annoyingly perfect swirl of the hair. That irritatingly lovely smile that made him want to praise the parents of her orthodontist. The gravitational pull of those big, green Bambi-eyes that she fluttered around like a stripper looking for tips. And above all else that drove him absolutely insane—there was the part where she was candy he couldn't have, and candy who wanted it.

It was the pheromones. Yet, that was most definitely it—released into the air from the post-pubescent seniors who were into looking good, being flirtatious, and acting adult. Then again, there was also the part where he found her innocent face coupled with her devious personality and bombshell body all but a turnoff.

Glancing up from his desk and discreetly scanning the rows of bowed heads leaned over their pop quiz papers, he laid his eyes on Meg for just a moment longer. He had somewhat expected her to be fawning over him, like most teenage schoolgirls do. Or at least be giving him supermeaningful looks, or failing that, he expected her to at least be giving him a little bit of extra attention. But no, she seemed completely unfazed, as if what happened a few days ago had never happened.

He tapped his foot against the ground underneath his desk. Maybe this was a good thing. No, it was definitely a good thing. The less temptation he received from her, the better it was. If she faded into the background, then she would just be nothing more than another one of many under-aged faces he would have to see every day.

And he was not just a creepy old man, Meg was just an exception.

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"This is absolutely gorgeous!" Serena exclaimed as she put an extravagant diamond ring on her slender wedding finger. "This is going to be mine one day, you'll see."

"Keep dreaming." Rei, a student from a neighboring school, leaned over the glass cabinet and eyed the jewelry. "You're seventeen-years-old! I don't think marriage is on the table until another ten years later. Not to mention, who knows how long you and Darien will last?"

"You're just jealous. You don't know anything about true love!" Serena complained. Meg snickered, before taking her mother's ring back and putting it back in its rightful place in the display cabinet. Ordinarily her mother didn't like it when her schoolmates loitered in their family store, but she was not going to be here much longer.

"Perhaps. But I'm not really excited at the prospect of seeing any ring on this particular finger. There is something so unappealing about the thought of being tied down to one man... forever." Rei shrugged. Meg watched her admiringly. Of all her friends, Rei was probably the most similar to her in personality given that she was mellow and not overly girly.

"Serena, you do realize you're completely blocking the way, right?" Meg walked over and teasingly bumped Serena over with her hip on her way over to cash out a customer. Working at her mother's store was never really the highlight of her day, but it did offer her something to do and some extra money. Plus her delusional friends loved looking at the merchandise.

After the customer left, Serena looked over her shoulder to make sure Rei was still across the room. "Have you decided what you're going to do about Mr. Dreamy?" She asked in a whisper. "I tried to detect some kind chemistry between the two of you today, but my Spidey sense felt nothing."

"That's because there is no chemistry between us." Meg replied simply, trying her best to sound confidant and absolute in her decision. "You were right, I don't really know him. That makes it even less worth it to risk my academic place at school over a teacher."

That is, of course, unless he made another move on her first. She approached him last time, it was only fair.

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"Man, I'm tired! You were so late picking me up, I bought another pair of shoes." Melissa moaned as she piled the bags into the back of Maxfield's red convertible, sliding into the passenger seat. She gave Maxfield a kiss on the cheek, then rubbed off her lipstick with her hand.

But Maxfield wasn't looking at her. He had spotted someone across the intersection.

Was this even real? The one person he had been actively trying to avoid, and there she was walking down the sidewalk on the outside perimeter of the mall. She wasn't carrying any shopping bags—just a large-sized Louis Vuitton purse that she doubled as a schoolbag.

"Who is that girl?" Melissa asked, startling him. Maxfield flicked his eyes in her direction.

"What?"

"That girl. You were staring at her just now. You nearly ran that red light." Melissa replied calmly, as if his hazardous driving was no concern of hers.

"No, I wasn't. I was just checking to see if she was going to cross in front of me or not." Maxfield lied, looking from the red light to Meg's figure walking merrily along. She was not dressed in her school uniform now, instead she was dressed casually in dark blue skinny jeans and a green chiffon tank top that had a black ribbon tied around her waist. With her figure and no-nonsense expression, she could easily be mistaken for a college student.

All of a sudden, one of the tall boys that had been congregating in a group tore away, ripped Meg's purse from her hand, and began bolting down the sidewalk as if she were a hell hound on his trail.

"What the f-!" Just then, the light turned green at thte intersection, and Maxfield pressed hard on the acceleration in the hopes of catching the perpetrator.

"Dude! Are you trying to kill me?" Melissa screamed angrily, grabbing onto the interior of the car and shrinking into her seat in a panic. As far as she knew, her boyfriend had just gone crazy and accelerator-happy. "Stop the damn car! Now!"

To his surprise, instead of standing there in shock and waving her arms helplessly like he could easily see Melissa doing, yelled something that was likely derogatory and began sprinting after him. Who the hell was the girl, a track star?

"Go faster, damn it!" Maxfield honked angrily at the car in front of him, trying to get the cars to move faster so he could at least follow her. As it was now, she had ran past her car and was following him into the alleyway.

Meg must have chased that son of a bitch down at least three blocks, and das Maxfield pulled up to the curb in the alley he could only watch as Meg literally made a flying leap right into the thief's ungarded back. It was the single, most gutsy thing he'd ever seen a female do. If it had been Melissa, she would've bellyached about it for a day and then go shopping for a replacement purse.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" Meg shouted, grabbing her bag back from him and flinging it triumphantly over her shoulder while the man lay trembling on the ground from the unexpected impact of her tackle. "I work hard for my money, it's time you do the same!"

She was so sick of these idiot country boys who thought they could just do whatever they want wherever they want to whoever they wanted to in the city. She was sick and tired of these chauvinistic males who thought they could just bully women and get away with it.

Taking her cell phone out of the front compartment, she leaned over and snapped a perfect picture of his face, gasping hard since he had the wind knocked out of him. "I've got your ugly mug in my phone. Come near me again, and I'm going to show this to the cops."

She wasn't one of those girls who just cower and hide when bad things happen. So when this bastard grabbed the purse that she spent two weeks of full-time summer work paying for, she did not have a moment's hesitation before tearing off after him.

Meg made a face as she snapped her phone shut, then turned and began walking back towards the entrance of the alleyway when she saw this gorgeous red Corvette that she vaguely recalled seeing parked outside of Maxfield's home. Was he here? Why?

She'd been trying to avoid him all day. Serena had a point, Meg would be better off staying away from him. She peered over her shoulder, and saw that the scum of the earth had taken off given the chance. This means he must have seen her incredibly unladylike maneuver. Walking over to the car, she stopped in her tracks when she noticed that there was an absolutely stunning girl sitting in the passenger seat.

"Mr. Stanton?" She asked with a gentle smile, just in case this woman was the sister he had referred to. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

"I saw that... student grab your purse." Maxfield replied hesitantly, feeling grateful that she had enforced the appropriate formality when addressing him. So maybe this was not his best display of genius: driving after his almost-conquest while his committed girlfriend was in the passenger seat. But since he'd already gotten out of this situation once already...

"This is Melissa." He continued, gesturing to the beautiful woman beside him. Melissa leaned across the control panel to shake Meg's hand. "She is the one I told you about the other day. Melissa, this is Meg, one of my brightest students."

"Too bad she is subjected to such subpar teaching quality." Melissa joked, leaning her head against her hand. "Still, it's very nice to meet you. And what a stellar performance that was! I couldn't believe you nearly knocked that punk out!"

Meg blushed, and looked away sheepishly. She was glad that Maxfield's sister seemed amiable in nature, cracking jokes and such—she didn't seem like she suspected anything between the two of them. Although, short of catching the two of them in the act, this was probably the most embarrassing situation where Melissa could have met her in.

"Darling, we'll give you a lift. Who knows how far away from home you must have had to run. Right, Max?"

Maxfield looked over at her, startled. "What? Uh—"

This was just what he didn't need: prolonged interaction between these two. Fuck, why didn't he just call the police and tell him the main intersection so that they could take care of the mugger? Hell, what was he even planning to do if he caught up to the guy? Run him over?

He'd been lucky so far; Melissa had had not shown any public displays of affection or called him by those lovey-dovey nicknames that would have made the alleged relationship of siblings implausible. She had even been teasing him in a way that could be easily passed off as brother-sister banter.

"A=Actually, my house is not far from here. It's a bit of a detour, but I can get there on foot in no time." Meg replied hastily, already beginning to step away. It was as gesture that actually made Max smile. She was so transparent, like a little girl.

Wait.

What the fuck.

Not like a little girl. She was a little girl. A little girl with... C-cup tits. And a nice, round ass. A thin waist. Perfect hair. And in schoolgirl uniform...

This was beginning to get too complicated, he was feeling nauseated at this point. Maxfield switched his car into reverse. "You heard her. Let's go." He said quickly. "Be safe on your way home, Meg. I will see you in class tomorrow."

"That was so nice of you," Melissa commented sarcastically as Maxfield pulled away from the curve. "Leaving her on the side of the road like that after she'd just gone through such a traumatizing experience. Still, I would have never imagined you running right in with guns blazing to save the damsel in distress like that!"

She paused for a moment when she realized her boyfriend had pulled into the empty parking lot of a recently closed down school. "What..?"

"Get in the back seat." Maxfield ordered, as he tore off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. Melissa's previous amusement disappeared and was replaced with a coy smile.

"In a school parking lot, Max? It's a bit too much, Teacher, even for you."

"Would you rather I fuck you inside the school? Over the teacher's desk." Maxfield's low, gravelly whispered into her ear as his hand ventured up her sinfully short skirt and began fingering Melissa's nicely shaven pussy. Mm, girls going commando.

His mind immediately flashed back to when he'd done this to a panty-less Meg, but just for a second. He tried to shake the memory as he slid his fingers inside Melissa, eliciting a loud moan from his girlfriend. "That was fast." He mused. "You're so wet already."

Ripping open her blouse with his free hand, Maxfield lifted up her bra and licked in circles around her hardened nipple. Indeed, her breasts were smaller than Meg's...

He hesitated. What the hell was this? When he was with Meg, he'd made comparisons to Melissa in his mind. Now that he was with Melissa, he was constantly making comparisons with Meg.

What was going on?

He let his mind wander back to that afternoon, when she'd been sucking him off. Putting both of her small, delicate hands on his huge cock and too shy to handle it all with her mouth... at first. Her luscious lips pursed around the tip, and her large eyes looking up at him.

"Damn, baby, you're so hard." Melissa commented, unzipping his pants and straddling him. Normally, Maxfield loved it when Melissa took charge and rode him, but today he was not in the mood. Lifting her up and moving her into the doggy-style position, he entered her and began fucking her like nobody's business. With Melissa's hair curled into delicate swirls, it was so easy to pretend...