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My relentless alarm woke me. It was way too early to get up since I didn't need to bring a girl home today. I laid wide awake in my bed, feeling fully rested after a full night of sleep. It'd been a long while since I had one. Flinging the covers away from me, I eased my body out of my immense bed and went straight to the shower.
My normally curly hair was all flat and sticky, standing up wildly in all directions. I quickly stepped in the shower and let the warm water run over my body. It was immediately soothing but my frustration from yesterday kept creeping in the back of my mind. My hand traced my body until it gripped its destination. Resting against the cool shower tiles I started letting my frustration out the only way I knew. My hand started pumping slowly, up and down, then faster and faster, setting up the pace. I tried thinking about the busty blonde from yesterday but all I could think about was the duff girl. Her eyes and all the swirling emotions I could see there. My hand found itself going faster, harder and my body felt on fire still pressed against the cool tiles. All I could see was brown hair and pale skin in my mind as my body grew tense, muscles tight in anticipation.
Then all my frustration exploded out of me in a beautiful arch , landing on the floor, slowly washing away down the drain.

My body felt exquisite and my mind was still flip flopping in its own ecstasy as I took my time to finish washing myself and getting ready.

School was erratic as always. There were kids running around everywhere, balls being thrown and lost, girls gossiping in high pitched voice were strewn here and there. As I made my way through the mass of people milling around, I could feel all the moony stares and the beckoning glances that were thrown my way. I was fully aware of the way girls (and some boys too, I'm pretty sure) were looking at me all the time, how they wanted me. I never really rejected anyone if they were willing and attractive but most of those girls wouldn't even dare say hi to me. Much less ask me out on a date or just plainly ask me to get in their panties.
It didn't really matter, I told myself as I sat in my English class, because if I really wanted someone I would have them with only a look.
The teacher started the class just as the late bell rang and started on with the usual greetings. As she took out the roll call sheet, I looked at the back of the class where my little spitfire from yesterday normally sat and waited for her name to be called. I had to know if I wanted to continue on with my little plan. Even if I lost yesterday I could still try again today.

Bianca Piper.
Bianca.
So that was my little Duffy's name. Maybe I could call her name in the middle of the hallway, in front if her friends, it would make me look interested. Or maybe go lunch with her today? I didn't know what to do anymore with this girl. She reacted differently than the others. She made me lose all my bearings.
I spent all class sending her side glances, just to see, but the rare times our eyes met all I could feel was the hatred she was shooting me, like arrows, with her eyes. I really felt disgruntled.

At break, I tried to catch her in the hallways but each and every time I went near her it was as if someone cranked her up. Her legs would suddenly carry her short body at an inhumanly quick pace and she would disappear, using the mass of people to her advantage.
At lunch I decided it was a lost cause. I would let her run from me, she would get tired of avoiding me all time. And Wesley Rush doesn't chase girls.

I went to the Nest every night that week, trying to catch Bianca, but as in school, she was eluding me. I was starting to feel like I was loosing my time and like I was being played by that little bout of a girl.
Frustration and caffeine overload from all the coca-cola was slowly gnawing at me and as I decided to leave and never come back for her, I had this feeling. Like someone was looking at me but more, more intense or with passion. I looked around the club one last time before leaving and there she was, leaning against the bathroom wall, looking small and miserable. Changing direction abruptly I made my way to her. As if she was a bird and I a predator, she floated away through the crown, almost as if her body was made of liquid. Seeing my prey disappear, I pushed my way through the mass with my muscular arms and caught up with her just as she was trying to order a cherry coke from Joe, who refused.

Finally, I sat on the stool next to her, grinning like an idiot. I quickly schooled my features, smirking now as I looked at her.
- Hello, Duffy, why such a long face?, I asked her. Clearly it really wasn't her night tonight.
- Oh fuck off Wesley, I hate you. And don't call me that I have name you know, she answered in a huff.
- Hey don't bite, I told her jokingly, and by the way I might have called you by your first name if you would have introduced yourself already, I retorted back while glaring at her. She was really testing me this one.
- It would have been nice if you would have remembered my name since we've been in the same classes for years, she answered back with daggers in her eyes.

I looked at her then. I mean really looked at her, and in those chocolate orbs were a multiple of emotions swirling around angrily. But those emotions could not have been triggered by me. I didn't really know this girl but suddenly concern flooded me for her. I had to ask.
- Are you alright, Bianca?, I asked as my eyes were roaming her face for signs of distress. Like the glass of coca-cola las time, I didn't see it coming. This was way more pleasant though and as soon as I got my bearings back all my body went in full motion. I instantly grabbed her, bringing her body closer to mine. Our lips were crashing wildly together like tidal waves, our limbs more tangled than Bob Marley's hair. Her kiss was hot and wild,her hold on me strong but delicate. Her hands were buried in my hair, pulling at it fiercely.
Suddenly my body was moving on it's own, on instinct. My hands were looking for a firm hold, grabbing everything they could, moving up her body.
Suddenly, she was ripped from me like a band-aid. My body felt cold and like it was missing a part, my lips were still searching for the soft wetness of her mouth but she was already running back out of the Nest.

An intense feeling of treason washed over me like an heat wave. I was infuriated! How dare she run away from me again! She was the one to kiss me first, much more launch at me as I see it, and she got scared like the stupid Duff that she is. Now because of her I was too much in a bad mood to do anything else tonight and she also left me badly needing a long, cold shower.
Rearranging my pants the most subtly possible I got up and went to my sparkling Porsche, got in and drove slowly along the small streets until I reached the mansion. I took one of the longest showers of my life and even playing with myself didn't help me vent out my frustration for this girl. I was screwed. So totally screwed.
I think I finally found someone who could best me.
I think I'm scared.