Hey guys, sorry for the super late update, but I had a valid excuse, and no, it was not writers block lol. My Laptop was broken and I just got it back like three days ago. So yeah, to make up for my long delay, I made this chapter super long and yummy, especially at the end ^^ So don't forget to review and PLEASE tell me all your thoughts, feelings, and opinions. I really LOVE hearing what you all have to say. So please review. Thank you and enjoy!
"Today we will be discussing the String theory." Mr. Jillian said, scribbling away on the black board "Now, does anyone know what that is?"
As soon as the words had left his lips, Mara watched a dozen hands shoot up in the air, all waving eagerly to be picked. She sighed and turned away, choosing to stare out the window instead of watching which of of the many brilliant students got his or her chance of answering the teacher's question and getting two seconds of fame. Of course she also knew the answers, who didn't? It was a very common phenomenon that even an average bystander would know. Sure, the bystander wouldn't know the exact complications and the mechanics that are put into it by the many people who, sad to say, have virtually no lives and sit around theorizing every and anything, but he would know the gist of it. The theory of everything. That was the cookie cutter definition of it.
That being said, she had no urge to leap out of her seat like a rabid monkey, just up one on her classmates. C'mon, they were all out of the norm smart students ,(why else would they be in ADVANCE Physics?) so really, what was the point? As far as Mara was concerned, guys were just over competitive lugs. The need to out testosterone each other, even in science, was just plain pathetic. But then again, nerds had hearts too. And if you can't excel in all things manly like the rest of the population, shine in what you can. Maybe it was a feeble attempt to impress the three girls (including herself) in class. Which so far, was not going well. They too, like her, were all zoned out.
Mara propped her chin on her hand and continued to stare aimlessly out the window. It was a nice day out. She could feel the faint breeze blowing in from the tiny crack in the wooden stile. She closed her eyes. Yup, definitely much warmer than last night. She opened her eyes. Last night...Last night had been, well, a lot of things. Odd, unexpected, comforting, confusing, but mostly it was awkward. And awkward meaning that Alfie finding you in that position and making suggestive comments and gestures all through dinner. Awkward meaning, since Alfie found out , Amber also knew and was trying to give you pointers at six am about the 'right way to woo a boy'. Awkward meaning, the giant elephant in the room every single time you and that-who-must-not-be-named were in the same place. Yes, that was a lot of awkward to scrunch up in a short period of time.
"What about you, Mara?"
Mara's head snapped up at the mention of her name. She blinked. "Yes?" She could feel every pair of eyes boring holes in her. Just perfect. Another thing to add to her 'Awkward' list.
Mr. Jillian sighed and repeated the question. "I said, do you know the origin of the String theory and the original number?"
"Um, yes I do. The origin of the String theory came from the 1968 Duel Resonance model and there were a total of five major theories. But, in 1990, a combination and unification of all five major theories was made, forming the M-theory."
Mr. Jillian looked utterly joyace. "That is correct!" he boomed, looking as excited as a kid on Christmas morning "Splendid! I see that someone has been actually reading the text book." His eyes were twinkling.
"Um, thank you, sir." Mara mumbled out, feeling her cheeks burn. Honestly, why couldn't she have just kept her mouth shut? Now she would be her teacher's favorite target for a number of random scientific questions. She sighed inwardly. Now she had to actually read and memorize the dang text book. Worse of all, she had impressed the class nerds. To them, even the slightest possibility that a girl could be on the same level, let alone understand, the dynamics of Advance physics, was 'hot'. She really hoped none would approach her. She already had enough guy drama with a normal (maybe) boy that she didn't even want to think about trying to ward off super geniuses. Think of all the mischief they could up with!
She looked up at the room clock. Thirty five minutes till class was done. She could live with that. Hopefully. Surely.
"Mara, would you by any chance know the differences in the type IIA string theory and type IIB?"
Maybe not.
The sound of the bell ringing was music to Mara's ears. Finally, she thought, quickly shoving her stuff into her bag, finally physics was over. That had been the worse thirty five minutes of her life. And she had a lot of worse moments happen in her life. One after another, Mr Jillian kept asking her every single question that came into his head, blatantly ignoring the rest of the class. And of course she knew most, if not all the question. Which only further encouraged him to ask ever even more complex questions. By the end of class it was her teaching the aspects of the lesson while the teacher sat back and practically glowed at her. It was bad. Very bad.
Cramming the last of her notebooks in her bag, Mara scooped up her text book and rushed out of the room, but before she could make it through door frame, she crashed into something with full force. The impact was hard enough to send her sprawling off course and she could feel herself begun fall backwards. Mara closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come. Except it never came. Instead she felt a strong arm wrap around her torso and that's when she realized that, that something was actually a someone. She opened her eyes. And that someone was ridiculously fit.
Strong jaw connected to an angular face, with sensual lips, dark hair, and the most gorgeous green eyes that Mara had even seen. She stared at him, momentarily forgetting that she was suspended in half fall in his arms, and just stared. And he stared back. Well, for a few seconds before he asked.
"Are you alright?"
"Mmmhumm." She nodded, unable to say anything else. Even his voice was sexy. It was a deep rich tone that, soothed over her body and made made her toes curl in her shoes. And then, Mara realized the position she was in.
"Oh my god!" She cried, mortified and jerked out of his arms "I am so sorry! I-I should have watched where I was going. It's just that I was trying to get out of class and-Oh, my book is on the floor." She crouched down and tried to gather her things. Her bang had been also fallen on impact and now lay open. Books, pencils, and notes were scattered about in the all way and people were walking all over them. Mara swore. Today was turning out to be just super fantastic.
"Oh, well it's my fault too." the handsome stranger replied, crouching down next to her and helping her pick up her things "I should have watched where I was going. But I know why you were so dead set on getting out of Jillian's class. After the stunt he pulled today, I would too if I was in your position." He handed her a pen.
Mara blinked and took the pen from his outstretched hand. "You're in my class?"
The stranger, who apparently was in her class, laughed. "It's kind of sad to know that you're the school rep, yet you fail to notice the people in your own class. And we have class for four months, so there is no real excuse for you to not even recognize me, you know."
Mara opened her mouth then closed it. "Ok, yeah, you're right. But I tend to not pay much attention in physics. Why bother if I will learn it myself?" That sounded cocky. She wasn't trying to be, but it just came out that way. Maybe she should just shut up. That might save her from further humiliation.
"Well, of course that makes sense. Ditch the teacher and stare out of the window. Who needs him when you have the text book, right?" They both stood up and he handed her a folder.
"Are you mocking me?" Mara asked, "Because that's not very nice."
"Well, not remembering who I am is not very nice either."
"I have never spoken to you in my life before! How am I suppose to know who you are?"
The stranger grinned and stuck out his right hand. "Well now you have. Hello, I'm Brandon. I am in your physics class and am very sorry for almost giving you a concussion on our very first encounter. How do you do?"
Mara giggled and shook his hand. "Well, hello to you too, Brandon. I am Mara and am very sorry for bumping into you and not remembering that you are in my Physics class. I guess I totally fail at being the school Representative, huh?"
"I wouldn't say fail, but you could be better at remembering faces, you know." Brandon joked. "And now I think you should get to your next class before-" The late bell rang "That happens. Uh, sorry?"
Mara laughed. "It's alright. It's just art. And my first time late. So it wont matter too much. How about you? Aren't you also late for your class too?"
"Actually," Brandon stated, taking the text book from her hands "I have a free period. Sooo, I can drop you off to class. Fancy a walk?"
She hesitated. "I don't know..."
"Oh, c'mon Ms. Rep, I don't bite." he gave her a sly smile "Unless, you want me to that is"
"Surely I don't bite, unless you want me to that is." Mara blinked at the sudden flashback and slightly shook her head. Where'd that come from? Maybe it was the whole awkwardness of yesterday that was making her randomly remember her past Jerome conversations. Maybe...
"Alright," she sighed in defeat "I guess it couldn't hurt to have you walk me to class."
A grin broke out across his face. "Great! Let go."
"Ok, spill now. What were you doing with Brandon Conroy? I thought you were dating Jerome." Amber asked as soon as Mara slipped into the empty seat next to her "Are you like cheating on him or something?"
"What? No! Amber, for the last time, I am not going out with Jerome." Mara stated, pulling out her sketch pad "And yes, that was Brandon. I don't know his last name so I can't say if it was 'Conroy' or not."
"Oh p-lease, Mara." Amber rolled her eyes "It was just a figure of speech. Everybody knows that was Brandon Conroy. How can anyone not know? And how do you even know him?"
"Um, he is in my physics class."
Amber's eyes widened. "And you're telling this to me now? Way to keep us in the dark, Mara."
Mara rolled her eyes. "I was not trying to, Amber. I only found out today that he was. And that was when I practically fell into his arms."
"Who fell into who's arms?" Patricia asked, coming to their table with an arm full of various artistic tools. Nina was trailing behind her.
"Mara did." Amber clarified "Into Brandon Conroy's arms."
Patricia raised an eyebrow. "Really? Conroy's? That boy is fit. Not to mention popular."
"And a senior." Amber piped up, dipping her paintbrush into a blob of hot pink.
"Wait, he's a senior?" Mara asked baffled "Really?"
"Oh Mara, for someone so smart, you sure are dumb." Amber said, painting a flower on her paper. "Even Nina knows who he is and she just came this year."
"I know who what is?" Nina asked, taking a seat next to Patricia and across from Mara.
"Brandon Conroy," Patricia said, painting a bat like creature on her own paper "apparently Mara was swept away in his arms earlier."
"I was not!" Mara protested "I fell and he caught me."
"Or so you claim." Patricia mused.
"Oh, the tall dark haired dude, that's on the soccer team right? With Mick? Isn't he like a senior?" Nina asked, slowly sketching an eye on her pad "He really is hot."
"See!" Amber exclaimed "Even Nina knows who he is, Mara, but you don't. And he is in your class! You are so oblivious to the fit guys all around you, you know."
"Isn't a 'dude' referred to a cowboy, Nina?" Mara asked, ignoring Amber's outburst.
Nina froze in mid lash. "Well, yeah, if you go all literal. But in America we just use it to describe a boy. Like how you say um bloke."
"Oh, ok." Mara nodded "That makes sense."
"Helloooo!" Amber interrupted, waving her paint stained paint brush in the air "Can we please stop talking about a dude or a bloke or whatever and start talking about what's going on with Brandon and Mara?"
"Watch it Amber, " Patricia warned, eyeing the brush with caution "if you even get a single drop of paint on me, I will dye your hair black at night."
Amber flipped her hair back. "Oh please, Patricia. You know that black is a horrid color on me. I prefer brown if anything."
"I thought black went with everything." Nina asked confused "At least, I think it goes with everything."
"It does." Patricia corrected, closing one eye to see her masterpiece better "Trust me."
"Oh, ok." Nina said, shooting Mara a trust-the-girl-who-wears-all-black? Look. Mara giggled in response.
"Anyway, are you dating Jerome or what?" Amber pressed.
"You're dating Jerome?" Both Nina and Patricia asked in unison "Since when?"
Mara slammed her head on the table in defeat. "For the love of Christ, I am NOT dating Jerome!"
"But Alfie saw you-" Amber started but Mara cut her off.
"Nope"
"But he-"
"Nuh uh."
"Saw-"
"Zzz""
"You-"
"Zip it."
"Both-"
"No."
"But-!"
"Drop it, Amber. It was all a dream."
"But, Mara!" Amber huffed "I trust Alfie. Unless he was lying to me..."
Mara sighed. She didn't want to ruin their relationship by lying but still..."No, Amber, he didn't lie to you."
Amber's face lit up. "I knew it! I was right!"
"No, you weren't!"
"OK!" Patricia yelled, slamming a hand on the table "What is going on?"
"Nothing!" Mara said exasperated "Please Amber, believe me, if anything was going on, I'd tell you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Amber smiled "Ok! Now let's talk about Brandon. Did he ask you out?"
Nina blinked. "What just happened?"
"I don't know." Patricia answered, giving the bat like thing she call art, red bulging eyes "But it sound's like a truce."
"Why would Brandon ask me out, when I acknowledged his existence literally five minutes ago?" Mara stated, drawing a flower. Well, at least she hoped it would be. Right now it just looked like a mutated twig. "Does my flower look odd to you?"
"That's a flower?" Patricia exclaimed, squinting at the picture "I thought you were drawing a chop stick."
"Well, why else would he offer to walk you to class, then?" Amber pressed "He obviously likes you."
"Um, maybe because he felt guilty for making me late for class?" Mara answered in a 'duh' tone.
"Hold on a min," Nina broke in "Amber does have a point. No guy I know walks a girl to class just because he knocked her down. Mostly they just go 'my bad!' and run away."
"Maybe boys are more politer here than they are in America." Patricia teased "I mean, you Americans are pretty rude people."
Nina quirked an eyebrow. "Says the one who was a total bitch to me when I first came here."
"Alright, alright! I admit it, I was a bitch. But can you really blame for that?"
"True enough." Nina laughed "I'm just glad you finally admitted it."
"Yeah, yeah," Patricia grumbled "So what are you going to do about Brandon, Mara?"
Mara blinked. "I'm suppose to do something about him?" The three girls nodded "Why?"
"Becauseeee, he is totally yummy looking." Amber said dreamily "And he is showing interest in you. And since you are available, why not go for it?"
"Hey! I'm single too!" Patricia pointed put "What about me?"
"What about you?" Amber asked.
"Set you up with Jerome?" Nina laughed "I see the chemistry between you too."
"Oooo, yes! You both would make the cutest couple!" Amber squealed "Right Mara?"
"Yeah," Mara answered weakly "the cutest." For some reason she felt uncomfortable with the thought of Jerome and Patricia, even if they were only kidding.
"EW! NO!" Patricia shot up "That is the most disgusting thing that I have ever heard!"
"Patricia!" The art teacher hissed out "Sit down and be quiet."
"Er, sorry Miss," Patricia said, slowly sitting back down in her chair and shooting the three girls a dirty look "Won't happen again."
"It better not." The teacher muttered darkly "It's always the Anubis kids, I swear."
"Duh, because we rock." Patricia whispered, sending her house mates into a fit of giggles.
"I swear she has a giant stick up her arse."
"Patricia!"
"What Mara? You know it's true. Why else would she be so darn uptight?"
"I guess," Mara hesitated "But it's still not very nice, Patricia." They had just gotten out of art and were heading off to history. Amber had to the rest room for her 'lip gloss' break and dragged Nina along with her for company.
"Whatever Mara. You're too nice for you're own good."
Mara rolled her eyes. "That's not true. Anyway, I need to switch textbooks. I'll meet you in class."
"Sure thing. Just don't be late because of a boy again." Patricia waved, walking away "Or I might have to report you for unstudently conduct, school rep."
"Oh, shut up." Mara grumbled to herself, jingling the locker door "like that 'll happen twice. Stupid locker, open!" She pushed the door again.
"You do realize that yelling at the locker won't make it open any faster, right?"
Mara froze at the voice next to her and jingled the locker once more. "Go away Jerome. I'm in no mood to put up with your sass today." She jerked the locker and with a loud clack, it opened. Finally! She shoved her physics book in.
"Oh? Not in the mood today? It must be because of Conroy."
Mara pulled out her History textbook, slammed the locker shut, and stared at Jerome. "Excuse me?"
Jerome crossed his arms and leaned back on the lockers. "Didn't you know? Apparently you are the lucky girl who's dating Brandon Conroy. It's the talk of the school." He raised an eyebrow at her stunned expression. "But judging from your fish like expression, I'm assuming that it's false."
"W-what?" Mara blurted out "How did this happen? I only met the bloke today!" She started pacing "This is not good, not good at all!"
"Do you always quote American cartoons when you're stressed?" Jerome asked, watching her wear a hole in the floor.
She suddenly spun around and pointed a finger at him. "You! You probably spread the rumor. Admit it!"
"I admit of feeling rather awkward that your finger is right in my nose. Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to point at people, Mara?" Jerome stated, looking down at her finger "And why do you always assume it's me who does the worst of things around here?"
Mara lowered her arm. "Well, that's because more than half the time it is you."
"True, but this time it wasn't me. And I was surprised."
"That it was me that Brandon was dating?"
"No. That you were dating. After I head that, I knew it was false. And of course I was correct." He cocked his head "Plus, as if you'd actually know Conroy. He isn't exactly the type of bloke someone like you would hang out with."
Mara felt her annoyance flare up. How dare he look down on her? "Someone like me would know? She hissed out "What do you mean? That I would only know pathetic losers like you?"
Jerome pushed off the lockers. "My, my, looks like someone's getting fiester and fiester by the minuet." He took a step toward her "What's wrong Mara? Can't keep your cool anymore?"
It wasn't that. It was only around Jerome that she was slowly beginning to loose it. But no, she wouldn't back down. Not from him. She took a step closer, narrowing the distance between them. She saw him sightly stiffen at her unspoken challenge.
"I'll have you know, Mr. Clarke, that I can very well keep my cool." She took another step forward "And, I know who Brandon Conroy is. In fact, what the rumor says might not be that far off from the truth." She whispered in his ear and backed away; enjoying the flicker of shock shoot across his eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a history class that I don't wanna be late for."
Mara tried to get around him, but his hand slammed down behind her head, barricading her in between him and the lockers. She glared up at him. "What the hell, Jerome?"
"What did you mean by 'what the rumor says might not be that far from the truth', Mara? Explain."
"And why should I? Who are you to be nosing around in my personal life? Again."
He leaned down, his lips dangerously close to her's "I ask again, Mara," he said in a low voice "what did you mean?"
"And I repeat, it's none of your business." She answered, staring back into his eyes. Those beautiful, endless eyes. Suddenly it got harder to breathe and Mara finally noticed how close Jerome and her really were. She gulped and looked away. The late bell rang, indicating that they were both late for class and were the only ones in the hallway. Her heart thudded loudly and she could feel his gaze run down her exposed neck.
He suddenly reached out, grasped her chin firmly, and turned her face back towards his own. "Don't look away. And answer me."
Mara swatted his hand away from her face. "Don't manhandle me." She said "I'm not your doll."
"Mara?" A new male asked, startling the both of them "What are you doing here...with Clarke?"
They both turned to see Brandon, standing less then a foot away, staring. Mara blinked. How ironic was it, that out of all the students in school, Brandon would be the one to find her, cutting class, with a boy. Well there goes her school Rep position...
"Well, well, well," Jerome mused "if it isn't the man of the hour. Tell me Conroy, what brings you out in the halls at this time? Strolling perhaps?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Clarke," Brandon asked, walking toward them "what are you two doing?" He looked straight at Mara, who was still trapped in between Jerome and the lockers "Don't you have class?"
"I could also ask you that, " Jerome mocked "don't you have class?"
Brandon ignored him. "Mara, what's going on?"
"Oh, so you do know her. And here I thought she was making it all up." Jerome's icy look landed back on her "At least this one is one can think. I applaud you on your refined taste, Mara. Bravo."
Mara glared up at him. "Shut up, Jerome. Stop being such a prick." She gave him a little push "Get off."
"But of course, " He whispered in her ear before pulling away "can't give your new boyfriend the wrong impression, now can we?"
Mara bit her lip, a bitter respond waiting to just be spat out. But Brandon was there, and it wouldn't be appropriate to have a spat out in front of him. She sighed and turned towards him.
"Nothing was going on, Brandon. We were just talking."
"Oh, ok." He didn't sound too convinced with her response, but she really didn't care.
"What are you doing here, Brandon?" She asked.
"Oh, well I actually was going to the office to drop off something from my teacher," He waved a hall pass and a yellow folder "and I saw you both." His eyes slowly lingered to Jerome, and Mara could see the distaste in them. Oh boy, what had Jerome done now?
"Oh good, so your'e the errand boy," Jerome stated cheerfully "I see that football practice does come in handy at times. I'll let Mick know."
Mara elbowed him just as Brandon glared. "I see your humor is just as colorful as I remember it last, Clarke."
"I see you're looking a bit more together from the last time I saw you. Tell me, did the puking provide as a wake up call or was it the fact that you lost all your money to an underclassman?" Jerome asked.
Mara blinked, confused. "What?"
"Oh, didn't Brandon tell you? He was so wasted at this party that he lost over £200 in a gamble to me. Talk about stupid." Jerome snorted.
"Um, well..." Mara had nothing to say. What could she? "Well, it happens..."
"It was a party, Jerome." Brandon said through clenched teeth, his green eyes glittering dangerously "you were suppose to get drunk. People were all drinking."
"Ahh, so we're going with the 'everyone's doing it' argument. Brilliant advice, don't you think Mara?"
"Shut it Clarke, I don't even know how you were invited. Probably snuck in."
"There is a reason why they call me 'King Clarke', Brandon." Jerome mused.
Brandon snorted and crossed his arms. "A self acclaimed title holds no credit, Jerome." He stated dryly "And no one calls you that besides you. So you fail pretty far."
Jerome glared. "And what do they call me, Conroy? Do mind sharing?"
Brandon smirked. "Con artist, wanna be player, the list goes on. But the bottom line is, that at the end of the day you're nothing. Just the troublemaker with a few pranks under his belt. Nothing more."
The tension in the room suddenly spiked. Mara could feel it. She looked between the two boys. It was suffocating. She had to do something to break it.
"Um, as much as I want to stay here chatting, we have a class to go too." She tugged on Jerome's sleeve "Come on, Jerome, we need to get to class." When he didn't budge, she pulled a bit harder. "Let's go."
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Jerome broke away from the glaring contest, grabbed her hand, and yanked her away. "You're right Mara, we must be going. Nice chatting with you, Brandon. Maybe we can sit down and discuss your tragic partying lifestyle another day, ok? Come on Mara." He started walking, dragging her along.
"Um, I'll see you around, Brandon," She shouted over her shoulder "Or tomorrow, bye!."
She heard him reply back or at least say something, but she wasn't sure. Stumbling along after Jerome, they both turned the corner and Mara found herself once again, pressed against the lockers.
Jerome glowered down at her. "Stay away from him, Mara. He's no good for you."
Mara gave him an annoyed look. "What is with you and pressing me into places? I mean seriously Jerome, stop it."
"Mara, I'm being serious. Although he's not a total meat-head like Mick, he is far worse than him. Like Ten times as worse. Trust me on it."
She yanked her arm back from his grip. "Oh? And how would you know? Does he have a bad reputation?"
"No, but-"
"Is he known around the school as a wank who pulls every girl, and don't you dare lie to me, Jerome."
"No, he's not but-"
"Is he known as a cheater and a liar?"
"No-"
"Then what's the problem? Sure he drinks, but so does everyone else, Jerome. It's not a big deal."
"Listen to me, Mara." Jerome stressed, leaning down "He is no good for you."
Mara was silent for a few moment. "You know what I think, Jerome?" she said quietly "I think you're just jealous. Jealous that I actually like Brandon in that way and not you." She was bluffing. She didn't know, but it was a better than nothing.
Jerome narrowed his eyes and she continued "You're just mad with jealously that I think Brandon is fit and smart and sweet. And that he actually likes me back. Jealous that I actually found someone with looks that also rival the brain. Jealous that he is a complete package and that you're-"
She was cut off when Jerome suddenly slammed his lips on her own. Shock passed through her, shock and...delight? The kiss was rough, unlike the one they had shared a couple of nights before. It was raw. Passion and heat coursed through it and Mara found herself being plunged full force in it.
Her eyes fell shut automatically and she tugged him closer to her as possible. She felt him kissing her, his lips meeting her's in a series of fast, lingering, pecks. Suddenly, she felt him graze her bottom lip with his teeth and felt his tongue glide over her lips, asking for permission. Mara moaned into him and granted him access. Their tongues rubbed each other, both battling for dominance.
Mara felt his hands wander down the length of her body, each caress igniting a hot flame down it's path. She groaned again, feeling her body on fire. She was hot. Her body was hot and she needed more. She ran her hand down his own body, wanting to feel the bare flesh that lay right in her reach below the stupid uniform.
Tugging his tie loose, Mara snaked a hand under his shirt and felt his tone, flat stomach. She could feel him shudder against her touch and slowly maneuvered her hand to his back. She slowly dung her nails down, causing a low growl to rumble though him.
She felt his hand trail up her bare leg, gliding over her smooth thigh, and finally grabbing it and hooking it over his waist. He hoisted her up, keeping one arm securely underneath her right leg and the other at the back of her head. Mara responded by pulling him even closer and wrapping both of her arms around his neck. And they kissed.
Mouths devouring each other, body interlocked, the passion grew into now a wild frenzy, and she knew that neither one of them wanted to stop. It was all new, all so foreign to her. And Mara liked it. Like how Jerome's touch made her whole body ache, or how his kiss shook her down to the core. She liked how his looks made her shudder or how the presence of him made her witty self come out. She liked what he did to her. Liked it a lot. And she didn't want to stop.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, they broke apart; both gasping for air. They both huffed, eyes glazed over with lust and stared. She could feel her heart steadily thump in her chest, scared that it might jump out and fall to the floor. And she could feel his. His heart, also beating at the same pace as her's. He leaned his forehead against her's, not bothering to untangle himself from their twisted position on the lockers.
"I want to kiss you again, Mara." He whispered "I want to kiss you senseless." And so he did.
That was, until a cough interrupted them both again, and to Mara's complete surprise, there stood Brandon, holding one of her blue folders and staring at them in complete and utter shock.
This was not good. Not good at all.
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