Ah! Chapter 15 already! Lots of good old SMUT ahead. I made sure to make this chapter extra long (6,000+ words!)for all our Gary girls out there (obviously including me, haha). This is a thank you for sticking with me and my story. Enjoy, lovely readers!

The loud shuffling of bed sheets made Amelie wake slowly out of her deep sleep. Remembering that she was still in Gary's bed made her smile and, with her eyes still closed, she reached out for him.

"Good morning." She murmured, searching for Gary's body with her hands. When she didn't immediately feel Gary next to her, Amelie opened her eyes and was noticeably startled by his absence. The sheets were empty and she could faintly smell Gary's scent still on his sheets. Where was he?

But wait... if Gary wasn't making that noise...

"Um... hi, Amelie." The voice was higher, more shaky than Gary's. It sounded vaguely familiar. She turned, still half-asleep, and saw Petey staring at her from his bed across the room. "Pete?" Amelie gasped and covered herself defensively with the covers. "Uh- we didn't..." She trailed off, praying that he wasn't silently judging her. He looked more embarrassed than she. "Oh, erm, okay..." He shifted uncomfortably.

"I know it looks bad, being in his bed and every thing. But we really didn't do anything."

Petey blushed and looked down at his feet shyly. At least he wasn't calling her a slut or anything. "Could you please not tell anyone, Pete? Please." She begged him with sad eyes. "I really don't want Gary to get in trouble."

"Why do you want to defend Gary? Don't you remember what I tried to tell you the first day you came?" Petey began, gaining more confidence in his voice. "He's bad news, Amelie. Just last year he—"

"Yeah, I heard. But I don't care, Pete. He really is a much more sensitive guy than you may think."

"That's what he wants you to think. How do you know he's not using you for something? He doesn't have one genuine friend at this school," Petey mumbled, his voice beginning to quiver. "And there's a reason for that."

Amelie sighed. "Look, I care about him, okay? And he cares about me. He's just misunderstood, is all." It sounded cliché, but it was true after all; Gary had a secret sensitive side that probably no one knew existed. But after last night's escapade, she felt like she knew the real Gary. The one that wanted her. And that was the best feeling in the world.

Clearing her throat, Amelie sat up and looked around the room. "Do you know where he is?" She asked Petey, he voice rising.

"He left a little while ago. He woke me up and told me not to let you leave." Petey shivered at the threat of Gary's wrath that he had imposed on him. "He looked kind of... happy, actually. Even while he was holding me up by my shirt." The boy let out a nervous chuckle. "I've never seen him that happy. Except maybe the time when I got shoved in the toilet by my head during freshman year and they had to cut the toilet seat off."

A sweet smile grew across her face as she imagined happy Gary; the one she liked best. And he was happy because of her. How the hell did that happen?

"So, uh, don't leave," Petey let out a laugh. "For my sake, at least."

"Okay." Amelie gave him a half smile, laying herself back down on the bed. Inhaling the scent of Gary, she brought the covers back under her and breathed in deeply. Still, she was slightly hurt that Gary would leave her so vulnerable like that without telling her where he was going.

A moment of silence passed before Amelie spoke up. "Pete... I really think I can help him." She said quietly. "It's not the pills that he needs... it's a friend."

He looked at her with confusion. "Or a... girlfriend," Petey suggested with a blush.

"Yeah. Someone close." Amelie turned her face, trying to hide her smile from Petey.

Another moment of silence. Petey wasn't much of a talker, and Amelie was just fine with that. In fact, she was the same way. Silence made her comfortable, unlike most others.

She had to feel sorry for Petey who, under a threat from his near-homicidal roommate, was to stay in his dorm on a Saturday morning. So she gave him a guilty what-are-you-going-to-do look which he seemed to appreciate. This time, Petey was the first one to break the silence.

"So... have you seen all of Bullworth yet? Are your classes okay?"

"Well, I skipped English and had to run laps in Gym," Amelie admitted with a frown. "At my last school, I was a really good student. I was in honors classes too, so the material was more challenging, you know." You sound like you're bragging. Wow, you're so smart.

Despite her tone, Petey seemed impressed. "That's cool! Have you thought of joining the Academics Club? It's like a decathlon where they practice different subjects and have competitions." Petey wanted to make a good impression on Amelie as Head Boy and secretly wanted her to like him. She seemed to be nice and actually acknowledged his existence, unlike everyone else at Bullworth.

"No, I haven't heard of that, do you think they want new members?" Another opportunity to meet people. And more importantly, like-minded people who loved learning as much as she did. Besides, Bullworth didn't seem like the most academically stimulating environment, so this would be a good way to keep up her studies.

"I could ask Algie. The Nerds are pretty close knit, but the cliques pretty much dissolved since last year. At least, I hope they have."

The Nerds? Amelie was used to be calling a nerd, so it didn't affect her much to be associated with them. Nerd was just an insulting term for 'smart student'. "Okay, that would be great." Her smile returned. "Thanks, Pete."

Petey nodded at her and smiled. Maybe this year he would have a friend other than Jimmy. Preferably someone that didn't always get him in danger.

"We should go down to the library and meet them later... if you want," Petey added shyly.

"Sounds good."

Just as Amelie was responding to Petey, the door to the room swung open and a dark figure stood in the doorway.

"What sounds good?" He asked with a slight mocking voice, looking at Petey.

"Nothing, Gary. Just talking to Amelie."

Gary strut into the room, looking as vibrant as ever. Last night seemed to have a profound effect on him, making him bounce a little more in his step. His brown hair was freshly showered and still slightly wet, the top sticking to his forehead.

He set his dark eyes onto the girl who lay on his bed, curling his sneer into a smile. "Oh, were you now? Amelie, don't tell me you're leaving me for Femmeboy, It would break my little heart."

Amelie half-frowned and adjusted herself to sit up on the bed. "Well, at least he didn't leave me in the morning without telling me where he was going." Frown lines appeared on her forehead. "I thought you wanted me, Gary." She whispered his words from the last night, secretly tingling at the memory.

Gary raised an eyebrow and made a low rumble in his chest. He was holding his arms behind him, Amelie noticed, and then he revealed himself to be holding a pack of cigarettes, a coffee cup, and a donut. "Well, I was going to give you some morning-after breakfast," he drawled sensually, "but now I see that you're upset with me. Why is that?" He dropped the food and cigarettes and strode over to where she sat, lifting her chin up with a long finger. "Would someone who didn't want you get you breakfast in bed?"

Am I still dreaming? Amelie gazed into Gary's warm brown eyes, and suddenly she felt so oddly at ease, like she could say or do anything around him and he could respond with an ever sharper wit. It was so unpredictable and she loved and hated it. After all, Amelie was a person who thrived on predictability.

Momentarily forgetting Petey's presence, Amelie reached up with her hand to tenderly touch Gary's cool face. "You could have told me," She whispered quietly. Amelie searched Gary's face with her eyes, looking for any discernible expression. He looked happier than usual.

"Yes, but you look so good when you sleep," Gary's voice dropped as sweet as sugar into her ear. "Especially in my bed." He added in a husky whisper, then chuckling at Amelie's shocked reaction. She leaned away from him and tried to distance herself.

"I look even better when I'm not hungry." She grumbled, making Gary cackle. "So, could I have that donut now?"

Without missing a beat, Gary leaned himself over Amelie, placing his hands on her hips. "Don't I get a 'thank you'?" When Amelie ignored him, he tried again. "You know, I need my sugar rush too," Gary breathed, putting his lips dangerously close to her ear.

Amelie stay still, wondering what he meant. "Hm?"

"Those lips are too sweet," He muttered, moving his mouth to Amelie's bottom lip and tugging gently with his teeth. This made her shiver in delight. "And that tongue..." A wet warmth skimmed across Amelie's lip and forced entry. Her mouth opened as a reaction, allowing Gary to suck on her tongue.

"Mm..." A small moan escaped Amelie with pleasure. Once Gary pulled back for air, he smirked at her. "You're going to have to earn that breakfast, young lady." He told her sternly, the hint of a smirk peeking at the side of his mouth. "Time for your second lesson."

His eyes grew wide with desire, and a full grin stretched across his lips showing his white teeth. Two strong hands gripped the underside of her dress and Gary toyed with the soft fabric. He cast a devilish grin to Amelie then turned his head sharply to grimace at Petey. "Close your eyes, Petey. Wouldn't want to ruin two people's innocence in one day."

Petey looked at the pair in shock and jumped to his feet, edging towards the door. "Aw, come on, Gary. You're sick."

"And you're a hopeless, closeted virgin. So get lost, Femmeboy. Wouldn't want to waste your precious Head Boy time exchanging pleasantries, now would you?" He laughed as Petey shook his head and slammed the door behind him.

Amelie sat up and touched Gary's arm lightly. "Hey," She cupped his chin to face her. Gary still had the maniacal look in his eyes. "Thanks for getting me breakfast." Sincerely, Amelie kissed the tip of Gary's sloped nose. "But you don't have to be so mean to Pete."

Gary kept his hands glued to the dress. "Yes I do." he groaned as his hands slipped under the cotton fabric covering Amelie's buttery smooth legs. "How else was I going to get him out of here? By asking politely?" As he talked, he lay Amelie down on the bed slowly and slipped his hands further up her legs, feeling the entire length.

He continued without pause. "That's not how you get what you want, Amelie." Gary sang out each syllable of her name. Amelie's breathing hitched as his hands smoothed over her thighs, past her hips, and onto her stomach. When he reached her navel, she pointlessly tried to slap his hands away. He chuckled to hide his groans. "Tease." Gary accused her.

"Gary, s-stop." Resistance was futile. The sinful touch of Gary had made her lose her mind once again. But this time, she had almost no regrets. Only that her stomach was rumbling at the thought of food across the room. But Gary seemed more tantalizing.

"You don't mean that." He stated knowingly. Damn, you've become too easy to read.

Gary placed one knee between Amelie's legs and leaned both of them back down on the bed so that Amelie was lying on her back and Gary was nearly on top of her. The blue dress had been pushed up past her thighs which exposed her whole lower body to her captor. Gary leaned on his elbows to take in the view.

Slightly embarrassed, Amelie attempted to cover herself with her arms but Gary was quick to grab her wrists in one hand and pin them over her head. It shouldn't have felt so right, being so defenseless.

"Gorgeous." Gary smirked as his free hand traveled around Amelie's body. "I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

He wonders? Hadn't she just stuck her tongue in his mouth a minute ago? She looked at him with confusion.

Looking at the pure innocence in Amelie's expression made Gary lose it. She really has no idea, does she? Suddenly, a pang of guilt went through Gary. He would have been fine doing this to any other girl—but he had never known a virgin. Regardless if he had been with virgins before or not, he couldn't fully render himself to the girl under him. His inner conscious raged inside Gary. She was too good, too naïve, too smart.

Why does she have to be so goddamn sexy and innocent at the same time? Deep in thought, he stroked his long fingers down Amelie's thigh. It almost physically hurt to pull himself away from tearing her up. He was so close... but he couldn't. Great time to finally develop morals.

Amelie noticed his furrowed brows that knit in concentration. "Gary?" She began slowly. Yep, you've turned him off. And now he realizes that he can't be with someone who doesn't know what the hell she's doing.

A soft hand escaped Gary's grip and fell on his distraught face. Gary followed her with his eyes as Amelie smoothed out the worry lines forming on Gary's forehead. "Did I do something wrong?"

Gary took a deep breath and wiped off the wet hair that was stuck to his face. "You really are a virgin. I've never been with a virgin." He continued to breathe deeply as Amelie stroked his face.

Fuck. You knew this would happen. She began to well up her eyes, only slightly, hoping that Gary wouldn't notice. But he did. Gary never missed a thing.

"Yeah, as if I hadn't made it glaringly obvious by now... I should have known that you wouldn't want to be with me. No one does! Obviously there's something wrong with me." Amelie couldn't contain herself and began to cry a single tear down her face. "Great," she muttered as she wiped the tears away. "Now I look like a huge cry baby."

Gary frowned and took hold of Amelie's hand in his. "It's all new to me too, remember? Look, Amelie, I told you I'm not the best at..." he gestured to them, "whatever this is. All I know is that..." His eyes darted around, searching for the words. This was obviously hard for him, not that he wanted to show his weakness. "Is that... I really like you. And I don't want you to do something that you don't want to do."

Alright, it's official; this couldn't get much sweeter. Gary couldn't get much sweeter. And just like that, her mood turned around. Gary's hot-and-coldness was rubbing off on her. Amelie pulled Gary down next to her on the bed, keeping their hands entwined. "I like you too, Gary. And I do want to do this."

He smiled his rare genuine, happy smile and kissed her lips with a nice softness. "I just think that if I touch you like that," The smirk returned to Gary's scarred face, "that I wouldn't be able to stop myself."

She gulped and reminded herself to smile. This is what Gary wants. And this is what you want. Right?

The door was locked. The blinds were shut. Petey was still out of the room. The rest of the dorm had probably gone to downtown or the beach. They were safe. It was safe, Amelie reassured herself.

Gary likes you. You like Gary. No problems here. What wrong could come out of this?

While fighting the voice in her mind, she saw Gary across the room adjusting his sweater and picking lint off absentmindedly. He was gorgeous—the deep brown hair and eyes to match, the tall, strong body that was slender at the same time, the sheer intensity and strange attraction she felt towards the large slash on his face. Like he was damaged, and only she could save him.

For once in her life, someone not only wanted her, but needed her. And she needed him. It was almost perfect. So she was going to give him what he wanted and what she had been missing out on all these years. Forcing herself to smile, Amelie tucked her long brown hair behind her ears and took small steps up to Gary. Once she was about a foot away, Gary reached out and touched her hip lightly.

"Amelie, really. You don't need to do this." Oh shit, why did you say that? Those hips, that adorable little blush...

She looked at him with those big, golden eyes under her lashes. "But I want to. Please, Gary." She said quietly, trying to hide her nervousness. God, it was so hot. Amelie, the innocent little honor student, begging to be fucked by him. It was like a scene from a bad porno. The only thing that would make it better is Amelie dressed up in a too-tight school uniform, being punished by him for being a bad girl. He felt himself get hard just thinking about it.

Unfortunately, his wasn't the case and he knew it. For once, Gary felt a real connection with someone. And it just so happened to be the girl that made his heart race faster just by the thought of her.

But she seemed into it too. And he wasn't going to deny her the thrill of her life. It made him especially glad yet frustrated to know that he would be her first. He wasn't good enough for her. But somehow, for some reason, she wanted him.

"I want you." She murmured, almost as if she had read his mind. Amelie took a step forward, keeping her chin up high. Gary half smiled.

"Just like I said before, Amelie," Gary said carefully, moving towards her with precise movements. "I'll take care of you. Just trust me." His voice could not possibly be any more seductive and longing. A nod from Amelie was all he needed. Gary prayed that he was right.

In a blur of movements, Gary picked up Amelie by her waist and lifted her up in the air, pulling her up to reach his lips. They engaged in a fiery, passionate kiss that quickly involved tongues from both partners moving almost desperately onto the other's. Amelie swung her legs up around Gary's waist to get a better grip on him and she rubbed herself onto Gary's crotch. She could feel something hard under herself but figured that was just his leg.

Amelie continued to grab and kiss Gary while he slowly moved them to the bed, allowing Amelie to rest on her back while still keeping her legs wrapped around Gary's hips. Gary pushed himself further onto the bed without breaking the passionate embrace.

After a few minutes, Amelie's legs got tired of lifting up so she spread them slightly and rest her feet on the bed. This was Gary's cue. He broke the lip lock but didn't take his lips off Amelie, wanting to taste all of her. He moved his lips to brush over her jawline, down to her neck, sweeping across her shoulder. Here, he was met with the dress' strap and decided it was time for it to come off.

"Off." Was all Gary managed to say, and Amelie immediately understood. She tugged on the underside of her dress until it got caught over her head. While she struggled against the collar of the dress, Gary tried to conceal laughter at the ridiculousness but he simply couldn't. He let out a loud laugh and even Amelie started to laugh too.

"Did I just ruin the mood?" Amelie laughed from under the dress. Gary helped her pill it over her head and gazed at her intently. She couldn't possibly be any more beautiful.

"On the contrary." He planted a row of kisses down her shoulder while softly chuckling to himself. "You don't even know." I guess I never will. Amelie thought.

Amelie tossed the dress carelessly to the floor, focused on Gary. She was left in her black bra and striped underwear which she had worn the previous night. Of course she wasn't matching.

This didn't seem to bother Gary, however. He pushed her back down on the bed and kneeled in between her legs, taking in the sight of her nearly naked body. The curve between her waist and hip was perfect just like an hourglass. Her breasts weren't huge but they were round and full all the same.

She kept her doe eyes on Gary's face, taking in his reactions. Gary's face twitched and his scar moved a little. "My little Spelling Bee's got a body. Who would have known." It was corny, but it got a giggle out of Amelie.

Amelie ran her fingers through Gary's tufts of brown hair and looked at him for any sign of discomfort. He nodded at her while tracing his fingers on her inner thighs. Amelie jumped at his touch. It was like a bundle of nerves that just went off.

"God, you are so hot." Gary breathed, moving his face onto her neck. He lightly grazed his teeth onto her skin, making her yelp in pain and delight. "You like that?" he sneered against her. All she could do was nod and try to control her breathing.

He kissed down her shoulder, temporarily stopped by the bra strap covering it. Gary flashed his eyes at Amelie and she immediately moved to take off the bra. "Ah ah ah," Gary scolded with a husky voice. He took the strap in his teeth and pulled down, dragging across Amelie's soft skin. Her hips bucked as an indescribable warmth overtook her body.

He brought up one hand from her thigh and unhooked the bra in a swift motion, throwing it across the room carelessly. Amelie's breasts popped out of their confines. Gary gawked at them in awe, admiring the plump and round shape of the perfectly designed breasts. Oh, how he wanted to just take each one in his hands and pinch her perky nipples and make her scream. But he needed to do something else first.

The feeling of a warm wetness spread across Amelie's remaining underwear onto Gary's knee, which drove him nearly mad. "You want me so bad." He purred, licking his lips. Amelie could barely answer him, merely responding with a muffled "Mmh."

"I can tell." Trailing off, he let one hand slide to her hips and kept the other hand over her bare breast. Gary took the breast and knead it gently with his full hand. "Oh my–oh..." Amelie mewled like a kitten. It felt so good, Gary rubbing over her chest, feeling every nerve in her body on fire.

She hadn't even noticed she was almost completely naked in front of Gary. At that point, it was hard to notice much else besides her body's reactions to the gorgeous boy with her. It was unlike anything she had felt before. One moment her body was chilled by Gary's cool breath, the next she felt an inextinguishable flame rise inside of her.

Gary ran his eyes down her body, admiring her form. Luscious pink nipples had become erect and pointed sharply at him demandingly.

"Here–lemme help." Amelie reached up breathlessly and tried to pull Gary's sweater off over his head. He smiled at her strained efforts and sat back as she eventually pulled the article over his head. But there was still a button up shirt.

Gary smirked at Amelie's groan as there was another layer of clothing blocking them. This didn't seem fair that she was almost bare while he was fully clothed.

Slowly, Gary lifted himself up from the bed and stood back on the floor, leaving Amelie sprawled on the bedspread. She whined slightly at the loss of contact.

There she was; laying in her underwear, a bit sweaty, and beautiful. The way she looked at Gary... God, he could take her right there. Forget waiting—he could barely contain his excitement at the image of just pulling out his member and fucking her hard. It wouldn't be difficult either. She would submit willingly to him, like a good little slut.

No, no, no. She's not a slut. This is Amelie.

And she wants you. Badly. Look at her sweet little pussy drip. There's no way she'd back out now.

He studied her body while Amelie simply smiled at him with half-lidded eyes. It took all his will power not to jump her right then and there. Gary's pants tightened painfully against him, making the boy groan.

If you fuck her now, you'll be attached forever. You'll be connected to her. For her first time. And you, you piece of shit, you'll just fuck her up. Like you do to everyone. Get away now.

But his body was protesting. Just imagine how tight she is. You can't back out.

The voice of reason rang out clearly amidst the slur of thoughts: You need her. Perhaps she doesn't need you. But she's not backing out. And neither are you.

"Gary?" Amelie said softly, rising from her position. She kneeled on the bed in front of him and felt her boobs softly settle beneath her. A deep look of concern filled her eyes.

Gary exhaled loudly. His pants were still strained against him as he fixed his eyes on Amelie's beautiful chest displayed in front of him. Noticing his gaze, Amelie looked down at her breasts, wondering if something odd was there. Nope, just her same old chest. Same old small boobs. She looked back up at Gary carefully and stuck out her chest a little more, signaling that she was okay.

After a few moments, Gary reached out his hands and began to rub his thumbs over the sensitive pink area. She moaned lightly and stared at Gary in the eyes. He made her feel so unafraid.

"Is the lesson over?" Amelie gave him a small smile. "I think I need some more help with the material." Playfully, she grabbed hold of the sides of her underwear. Oh God, did you just make a pun about taking your clothes off? Real sexy.

However, it made Gary let out a groan of laughter. "Fuck, Amelie. I didn't know you could be such a little temptress." Yes, it was sexy, but he couldn't help but feel guilty, like she was corrupted by him. Would she still be the same if they did it?

"I learned from the best." Amelie winked at him. "You're teasing me, Mr. Smith. Now come here." Gary stupidly stood still in shock and Amelie took matters in to her own hands, literally. From her kneeling position, she placed her hands on Gary's dark pants and began to unzip them.

For once, Gary shut up. He knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth would not be pleasant. He stood there and let her tug his pants down his legs, signaling him to kick them off.

Now for the shirt. Amelie reached up and started to pop the buttons on Gary's long shirt, then eventually got restless and simply pulled it over his head greedily. And there he was in all his glory: Gary Smith. Although he was slender, he had muscles and abdomen that begged to differ. She ran her hand over his chest slowly, feeling the smoothness of his cool skin.

Throughout the ordeal, Gary, in merely his underwear, could feel a painful tent forming down there. Either Amelie hadn't noticed, or didn't care because she was too focused on his chest. Whatever the deal, Gary felt moronic just standing there, so he lunged for Amelie's neck and sucked at his favorite spot.

While he explored her neck, Amelie whimpered and dropped her arms from his chest. He sucked at sweet skin getting every sensation of her he could ingrained in his memory. Then he couldn't take it anymore.

"Lay down." He commanded the girl in front of him. She pushed herself back towards the headboard and lay spread eagle. Gary loped on to the bed and positioned himself in front of her entrance, holding her hips down with his hands.

Amelie trembled and felt an intense thudding down there. "Oh m-my God, Gary," she breathed. She groaned again and was met with a breathy laugh onto her opening. She lifted her head up and could see Gary's short brown hair in between her legs.

"I haven't done anything yet, Amelie." He chuckled at her. Now he was head on with her entrance. He nearly yanked her soaked underwear down her legs in anticipation. Without warning, he stuck out his tongue and, in the same way as the previous night, teased her slit. This got the greatest reaction from Amelie so far. Although he couldn't fully appreciate the fact that she had thrown her head back in pleasure, Amelie's hips bucked against his hands wildly, and he knew that this was what would drive her ballistic.

Juices began to flow out of her and on to Gary's tongue. Entranced by her taste, he dug deep for more. He expertly flung his wet tongue in and around her lower lips and was delighted to hear Amelie scream back at him. "No-AGH! Gary!"

He removed his tongue momentarily to cheekily reply to her: "You're cute when you're frustrated." Gary maneuvered his wet lips in between hers and began to lap at her wetness. He had to press down hard on Amelie's hips to keep her from jerking him off of her. His tongue swirled inside of her, stretching her impossibly tight walls.

"Shit," Amelie cursed. Her body was on fire and Gary's tongue was fueling the flames. His mouth continued to suck and taste her juice hungrily, growling into her. Then he latched his mouth onto her swollen clit and grazed his teeth ever so gently.

Amelie, who had her hands on Gary's soft hair, nearly ripped it out with her force. Her breath was coming short and she bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. Gary ate her out masterfully. She was so delicious, all of her juices flowing to him in need.

This is wrong. You can't help her. you're only going to hurt her.

Since when do you give a fuck about hurting people?

Suddenly the throbbing pain of his hard cock could not be ignored anymore. He lifted up his head swiftly from in between Amelie's thighs and got up from the bed. He turned his back to Amelie and silently cursed himself for getting up from the bed.

Amelie lay there, mouth slightly agape. "Gary?" She wobbled to get up from her position, get off the bed, and stand on the floor in front of him. Her hot center was still thumping and almost painful from being pulled away from Gary's sinful tongue.

No response. I thought you were a temptress. She stared at Gary's pale, strong back that had a few freckles scattered about.

Somehow she figured the best thing to do was to leave him to his thoughts and not prod him annoyingly about what he felt. All the while, she was burning with desire to be with him. If only he knew.

While still facing the wall, Gary slumped his shoulders slightly. "I can't do this to you."

Huh? Is this coming from the same person who put his... well... you know what in your... huh?!

"What?" Amelie couldn't hold in her surprised tone. "Why not?" It sounded like a whine which embarrassed Amelie.

"You're a good person, Amelie." Gary looked over his shoulder at her with an angry glare. "Why should I ruin that?" He crossed his arms and paced to the other side of the room. With a turn, Gary slumped down in the desk chair facing Amelie.

"You won't ruin it." she said quietly, looking down at her feet. He sounded like her mother or perhaps her health teacher: 'abstinence is next to godliness!' And she had believed it before she felt this way towards Gary. She not only wanted him, she needed to have him close to her. It wasn't an option.

"I'm still me, see?" She padded across the floor to meet him at the chair. He lifted his head to look at her, an unreadable emotion across his features. "If anything, you've made me better." Gary scoffed at that. "And how exactly have I done that? Don't lie to me."

Without hesitation, Amelie placed her hands in Gary's hands that lay limp on his lap. "You were there for me when no one else was. And you're still here. I can't think of anyone else that would have done that for me." Amelie smiled her gorgeous, stupid little smile. It made it so much harder for Gary to resist her.

Yeah, I threw myself in front of a bunch of wild boys to secure my place back in the hellish school that sent me to Happy Volts. In order to foolishly regain my place as 'King'. And you just happened to be there. Gary cringed at himself and realized, for once, how stupid that had been.

Amelie lifted her legs one by one over Gary's lap, sitting herself on top of him in the chair. Now there was only one piece of clothing separating them. He could feel the wet warmth radiating from Amelie's entrance onto his lap. Gary curled his toes and bit his tongue to try to focus on anything else but her, hoping that his body wouldn't betray him.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't long before his stiff boner became obvious to Amelie as she looked down and noticed the bulge. She blushed and Gary could feel himself growing even more if that was even possible. "Please, Amelie." He begged. "You don't know what you're doing."

"Why don't you teach me, Gary." She said bravely. With that, she leaned in and kissed him tenderly. There was nothing holding Gary back now. He let go of Amelie's hands and wrapped his strong arms around her, getting rid of as much space as possible between them. Amelie smiled against his lips, knowing she had won.

Just as Amelie reached for Gary's waistband blindly, passionate in the kiss, she heard the door creak open to the room. Her heart plummeted to the ground and she removed her face from Gary's to look towards the source.

Petey stood there, mouth agape, his cheeks as red as his hair. Gary turned to look at the door, but Amelie noticed he didn't look at all embarrassed to be seen in that compromising position.

After Petey stood in shock for a moment, he averted his eyes and spoke in a trembling voice. "S-sorry.. I, um... I—"

"What do you want, Femmeboy?!" Gary snarled at him.

"Crabblesnitch wants to see you, Gary." Petey whimpered out, slamming the door as soon as he could. The two teens looked at each other in confusion before Gary hugged her close once more and brought his lips to her ear. "I've been a bad boy already?"

She let out a nervous laugh and felt the warmth of Gary envelop her body. She never wanted to leave his embrace. But Gary peeled Amelie off of his body and stood up wearily, leaving her in agony. "Go eat, dear. You've earned it." He moved in quickly to give her a peck on the cheek and began to dress himself quietly.

"Don't be long," Amelie said as Gary had his hand on the doorknob. With a turn, he gave his usual smirk and winked. "Don't worry about me. I'll be back before long."

She mimicked his smirk the best she could and put her hands on her hips. "I'll be waiting."