I'm super happy! People reviewed this story! I didn't think anyone would because on my other stories ppl reviewed within the first few days that i posted the 1st chapter and no one reviewed on this one on the 1st , onward to the next chapter! [This is the first verse to Stay which is the name of the song I mentioned in the first chapter of this story. I put this up for all of y'all who don't know the song. This is the only part that so far pertains to the story. As the story progresses I'll put more of the song.]
I've been sittin' here starin' at the clock on the wall
And I've been layin' here prayin', prayin' she won't call.
It's just another call from home.
You'll get it and be gone and I'll be cryin'.
And I'll be beggin' you baby, beg you not leave.
And I'll be left here waitin' with my heart on my sleave
Oh, for the next time you'll be here
It seems like a million years and I think I'm dyin'.
What do I have to do to make you see
She can't love you like me?
Angela slowly opened her eyes, the sun shining through the curtains of Alex's room being too much for eyes at so early in the morning. Soft snoring reached her ears and she looked up at the person who was lying on top of her. Curly blond hair obscured the face of the male, but Angela knew who it was. Her personal fuck buddy. Aaron Abbott. Gently, Angela moved Aaron's hair out of his face and smiled. She had to admit, when Abbott wasn't being a total duesche he was nice to look at. He actually had a pretty gentle looking face. Too bad he didn't actually know how to be gentle. That was one thing that Angela had learned within the first few times that they had met up to fuck. Aaron didn't know how to be gentle when it came to sex at all. He was rough and hard in bed. Most of the time Angela would wake up with bruises on her hips, boobs, butt, wrists, pretty much wherever he grabbed. She would also wake up incredibly sore in every aspect of the word. She didn't mind though, he was a good sex partner. The whole rough thing was his only flaw. Angela figured that was probably why Kira held out on him so much. She was probably too 'fragile' to handle Aaron's lovin'.
Angela was pulled out of her musings when Aaron rolled off of her onto his back and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. She couldn't help but smile at the cute scene. He really was adorable. "How come you always end up waking up before me?" Aaron yawned again before looking over at her. The brunette girl shrugged.
"You do the majority of the work so you need more sleep than me?" Angela guessed, turning onto her side so her back was facing Aaron. She felt his arm slip around her waist and pull her close to him. Angela laughed. "Already ready for another go?" she grinned, feeling his very hard dick pressed against her butt.
She felt him shrug. "What can I say, I'm always ready to go," he said before Angela's phone started ringing.
"Ugh," she grumbled crawling towards the edge of the bed to get to the nightstand where her phone was. "It's a text message from Alex. 'Try to keep it down a bit. I'm tired of having to lie to the neighbors why they're hearing loud moaning and banging from MY room'," she read aloud.
Aaron started laughing and pointed at Angela. "She's talking about you."
Angela looked at him indignantly. "I'm not loud."
He snorted. "Yes, you are. You don't know how to keep your mouth shut and your voice on mute when we're doin' it."
The brunette glared at him. "I'm not that loud."
He laughed again. "You don't think you're loud? You don't think 'oh god Aaron! Yes, yes, right there! Shit! Please, harder, faster!' is loud?" Aaron said in a voice that Angela assumed was supposed to be hers.
"I don't sound like that," she frowned at him.
"You want me to record you the next time we're doing it? Will that prove it to you?" She just glared at him. He grinned. "Aw, come on Angel, don't get all pissy now."
"I'm not pissy," she said with a bite to her voice. That only made him grin more.
"You know you're pissy. And you know I can get you unpissy fast," he said with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Not this time," she said sitting up in the bed and putting her cell phone back on the table. "Wanna bet?" Aaron said before grabbing Angela and putting her on her back, positioning his lithe hips between her spread legs, and putting her legs over his shoulders so that her ankles almost crossed behind his head.
"Stop," she growled, her eyes angry.
"No," he said, and with one thrust of his hips, he penetrated her deeply. Angela let out a long groan of pleasure escape her before she quickly covered her mouth and gave Aaron a look that said to shut-up. Aaron only grinned and kept thrusting in and out of her, making her move her hips against his in hopes of more friction. He watched her as she squirmed below him, loving every second of it, wishing that they were allowed to make noise so that he could hear her express her pleasure. He loved how vocal she was, his bitch of a girlfriend, Kira, was too good and proper to be noisy during sex. After Angela and him started to have their little affair, Aaron tried to get Kira to be vocal when they were doin' the deed but every time he suggested it she would just cancel them having sex. He'd learned to just leave it alone and just enjoy how vocal Angela was when they were together and now he couldn't even enjoy that.
Angela squeezed her eyes shut as she pressed her hand firmly to her mouth in hopes of keeping herself quiet. Despite how good everything that Aaron was doing felt, she had to stay quiet at all costs. She wouldn't give that asshole the satisfaction of knowing that he was right about her being unable to stay quiet during sex. Her body didn't care about whether Aaron was right or not though. She could feel the need to moan and voice herself building up inside and the need to do it was beginning to overpower her need to prove Aaron wrong. She began to remove her hand from her mouth when suddenly a loud rock song started playing.
"Damnit," Aaron muttered and started to pull out of Angela.
"No," she said, grabbing his hips and holding him in place and keeping her ankles crossed behind his head.
He grinned at her. "You just love having me fuck you, don't you?"
She frowned at him. "Shut-up." Aaron's ringtone continued to ring much to Angela's annoyance.
"Sorry, but I gotta get that. It could be my parents. Or worse-"
"The Wicked Bitch of the West?" Angela said with a sour tone.
He smirked. "Ya." He pulled out of her and got off the bed, searching for his discarded pants. He found the pants and dug through the pockets for his phone, attempting to put on his pants with one arm. Angela sighed and got off the bed in search of her own clothes, knowing what was coming. "What do you want, Kira?" he asked in an irritated tone. He stayed quiet for a minute before rolling his eyes and yawning. "So, you called just so you can bitch to me?" he said before wincing when Kira started to scream at him through the phone.
Angela couldn't really make out what the Ice Queen was saying but she knew that Aaron would be leaving soon. She frowned and put on her bra and panties, slightly annoyed that they weren't matching today.
"Whatever Kira," Aaron snapped before closing his phone and shoving it in his pants pocket. He turned and looked over at Angela who was now wearing her Spenser uniform skirt and a pink bra with small black polka dots. She was bending over to pick up her shirt that was next to the bed. He felt his dick twitch in his pants at the sight. He was getting a very nice view of her black and white lacey underwear and of course her bra was providing very little covering for her breasts. Why did fuckin' Kira have to call now of all times? At that moment all he wanted to do was grab Angela, bend her over the bed and screw her 'till they both couldn't stand or think.
Angela caught Aaron checking her out and stood up, her shirt in hand. "Take a picture, it lasts longer."
The blond male rolled his eyes. "So original. But I was thinking of doing that," he smiled going up to her and kissing her, his hand slipping under her bra to cup her breast. He felt her mouth open beneath his as he stroked her nipple with his thumb, a soft groan escaping her lips. He grinned and unfastened her bra before lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth, Angela tangling her hands in his hair when one of his hands went below her waist and slipped into her panties. She moved her hips against his hand when he slipped two fingers into her and started a repeating motion of in and out of her. The things he was doing to her were becoming too much for her body to handle for she could feel the slow building of tension and pleasure low in her stomach.
"Yes, Aaron, there. Oh, God, yes," she moaned clutching his hair in her hand in desperation to reach her climax. She felt Aaron's lips curve into a grin against her breast and she wanted to smack him for it. She hated and loved it when he got all cocky. It was something that made him that much hotter but that much more infuriating.
The rock song started again and Aaron let out a frustrated growl. He reluctantly pulled away from the piece of ass that was looking at him with an expression that was practically begging for him to ignore his phone and fuck her. It took all of his willpower to pull away from her and answer his phone. "What the hell do you want now, Kira?" "I know you didn't just talk to me like that, Aaron Abbott," the voice on the other end of the line snapped.
"I'm your girlfriend and you don't talk to me like I'm ruining your day or like talking to me is the worst thing in the world. Now, I know you're already on your way to come pick me up. Or did you forget in the five minutes since I called last?" his girlfriend snapped.
Aaron rolled his eyes. "Ya, ya. I didn't forget. I'm just doin' more important things right now." He glanced over at Angela and to his dismay he saw that she was almost fully dressed, though she'd left her button up shirt unbuttoned and her skirt was still a bit ruffled up from when he had slipped his hand into her panties. Fuck, Kira always ruined his good time. "I'll be a bit late, but I bet you know all about that since your last pregnancy scare with... What was his name again? Daniel? Dave? Dylan? Somethin' like that? Sorry, you just get around so much that I forget who you last screwed." He saw Angela give him a surprised look at what he'd said before she nodded her approval and smiled. He grinned at her and shrugged. Hell, he knew that he'd pay for what he'd said later, but he didn't really give a damn. If it wasn't for Kira, he could've been fuckin' Angela right then and there on the bed at that very moment. But no, Kira had to ruin everything. So, no, at that moment he could give two shits about the consequences.
Silence. It was all he heard on the other end for a while, and for a moment he thought that Kira had hung up. He was wrong. She was just preparing a big enough breath to yell. "Aaron, get your ass over here, right now! And when I say now, I mean now!" she yelled at him, and he held the phone away from his ear. He clenched his jaw before he finally ground out, "fine," and he saw Angela's face fall.
Angela turned away from him and headed to the bathroom. She knew it. She knew it'd been too good to be true. She thought that Aaron had finally had the balls to stand up to Kira. Obviously, she'd been wrong. She didn't understand why he was with her. Kira was such a bitch and a ballbuster. It didn't make sense why they were together. Sure they were the bitchiest and the biggest assholes at their school but it still didn't make sense. Kira treated Aaron terribly. She was always giving him orders and was always yelling at him or telling him how much better her other boyfriends were than him and that the only reason she was with him was to keep up appearances. Aaron wasn't much better either, though. He used her for the same things and he also always brought up how much of a slut she was. He obeyed her orders for some reason unfathomable to Angela and he always came at her beck and call. It just didn't make any sense to her. Why would two people want to be together when they were both so obviously completely wrong for one another? She shook her head and finished buttoning her shirt.
Hell, her and Aaron would be a way better couple than him and Kira. A furious blush suddenly fell over her face at the thought and her stomach did a little flip. She blinked in surprise before she frowned. Hell, no. Fuck no. Her and Aaron were fuck buddies. Nothing more. They were just purely fuck buddies. She took a breath and tried to ease the sudden feelings out of her. She absolutely, one hundred percent, could not at all like Aaron Abbott. No, she couldn't. Then why had her world suddenly felt like it had gotten brighter when he had smiled at her or when he had pulled her close to him as if he was embracing her when he had awoken? She shook her head. She couldn't like Aaron Abbot. She just couldn't.
I'll try to update more often. :) Alright, so I hope this chapter wasn't to disappointing or crappy. I really didn't know how I was going to approach it. Well, I hope y'all like it. Revews=Love :p
So, I love that y'all are alerting and favoriting this story, but come on, I know y'all can do better than that on reviews. Lol.