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Her soft hands graze down my side, eliciting the tiniest of moans from our joined lips. Her fingers dance delicately on my aching stomach muscles before they ascend back up my body, causing an array of want and need.

Mouth hot and heavy as I'm pushed firmly against the wall, kept in place by her insistence and my unusual nervousness. I have lost my confidence and charm that I seemed to have been blessed with since birth and I am completely at her mercy.

No other person can render me in this way with just a brush of their tongue.

Her warm breath is now moving somewhat slowly but with still a hint of urgency from my jaw up to my ear. My lobe becoming a victim to the searing heat.

My eyes close, while hands push at the material covering my quivering torso.

I shiver when skin is exposed to the slightly chilly air and to her wanting gaze. They flick over me, causing the tiny hairs on my arms and neck to stand on end. Green eyes are back on my face in an instant, before she leans forward and claims my lips once again.

The look I received is still playing through my head and I suddenly find some courage and begin to tug on her clothing, indicating what I wanted.

Taking the hint, she pulls away with a smirk and drags her top over her head gradually, revealing the soft skin beneath.

I bite my bottom lip, while she discards the clothing and just watches me momentarily.

With little self-control, I push her hair back behind her ear and pull her to me, resuming our much anticipated dance.

"So beautiful."

I hear the words breath through the air and I'm slightly surprised to find that they are wrapped in my own voice. I had thought I had lost that sometime ago.

Her reaction; she hesitates for briefest of seconds. Maybe unsure of the sincerity and willingness of my statement. She shouldn't question what I tell her. Never. I tell her daily how much I love her.

Obviously, it would mean something entirely different now.

Her mouth travels down my chest, inch by inch.

My nails gently wander her back and shoulders, before my hands take residence in her hair.

I find myself grateful to have the wall behind me, as her lips kiss, her tongue licks and her teeth nip. She circles my navel and then all actions stop, but I can still feel her fingers lightly resting on my waistband.

I glance down and there she is looking back up at me.

Moments pass before I gently guide her hands from their resting place and move them to the button on my jeans.

"Brooke!"

I blink. Twice. Three times.

"Brooke!"

My eyes widen with that sudden yell and I glance to the person beside me, who had interrupted a less than average daydream. With the abandonment of my speech, I raise an eyebrow at Nathan, hoping he would not notice my sudden lack of comfort.

Instead of a verbal answer, his eyes flicked to the front of the classroom and all the pieces finally sunk in place.

I had clearly been caught. Only I hoped no one in this class were mind readers. Jeeze, would they have a field day.

I plaster on an innocent smile and hesitantly turn my attention to Nathan's indication of where it should already be.

"Miss Davis, glad you could join us again."

Ladies and gentleman, Mr Fox. Balding, history teacher and probably one of the only ones who does not appreciate the value of a cheerleader. He's not very forthcoming with my requests to ditch his class for a much needed practice session.

To be perfectly honest, his class just bores me. This would explain my detour into Lustville.

"Never left, sir." I smile with a politeness I knew was see-through.

"Really? 'Cause you seem rather vacant. Care to share?"

Sure, I'm going to tell you about my raging hormones involving a certain blonde, especially with the not so dream version sat on my right, two rows down. Speaking of which, she has now turned to face me and by her expression, she's a little concerned but mostly amused.

That's right, Goldilocks, you got me into this situation, might as well enjoy it.

I offer a tiny smile, causing hers to grow just that bit wider, before my attention focuses back on Mr Fox.

"Well, sir, I was kinda wondering what you were like…back in the day that is?"

You sure as hell had some sort of run in with a cheerleader, that's for sure. Maybe even more. Actually I bet you had a thing for the head cheerleader and she barely knew you existed. Poor bastard. I feel ya, buddy. Even if it's a little different.

Still think you had it easy though.

"Miss Davis." his voice cuts over the student's mummers and laughter as a warning.

"It's valid. I mean it is history, Mr Fox." I'm kinda on a roll now and I know my next words will not go down well. "Tell me, did you live up to your name, you know, Mr Fox?"

Laughter reigns supreme, as the poor man turns a deadly shade of red. It was deserved. He should have let me ditched when he had the chance.

My eyes find hers and, once again, that shred of concern flickers through even as she grins at my behaviour. I know why the concern is there and I'm momentarily grateful someone cares about the consequences but right now, I'm not one of them.

"I will see you after class, Miss Davis."

I kinda feel a little sorry for him. Just the tiniest bit.

I meet her gaze and roll my eyes with a smile. She smirks characteristically, while still facing me, as the class calms and returns to normal.

"Miss Sawyer, turn around, unless you wish to join Miss Davis."

Now that could be fun.

She, like the good student she is, does as she is told and I'm slightly disappointed to say the least.

This class has been a bit of a let down today. I mean the daydream was great but the reality kinda sucks. Here I am in the back row, purposely I might add, so I can watch her without it being creepy. If there is such a thing.

I'm pathetic, huh? Lusting after my best friend.

Why me? Why do I have to become the cliché? Why is she Dawson to my frigging Joey? Why can't it be the other way around? All these questions and I don't know if I like what I'm becoming.

She's glancing over her shoulder right now, considering ol' teach is busy, as if knowing what is running through my head. She smiles sympathetically and all I can do is gawk until she turns back round.

I wonder if she knows what she is doing to me.

Urgh!

I miss when things were uncomplicated. When a glance was just a glance. When a brush of skin was just a brush of skin. When I could go an entire class without having to stare. When my heart wouldn't race when she would stare back.

All in all, I miss being just best friends.

But I think I would miss the new changes more.

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