She still don't exactly know what they are to each other, of who she is to the white haired boy who has been nothing less but kind and patience with her for as long as she know him. It doesn't make sense, especially since he have no reason to be so nice with someone like her. A rough and tomboyish girl who has been sort of less than nice to him with her incessant 'teasing' being targeted at the unsuspecting boy who has weirdly enough caught her attention when she first got there.
It might be the white hair with how rare it was, though Ronnie Anne can't really say for sure since she found that unique trait of his to be more on the cute side than weird like some people teased him for. Which is already a problem since she kept finding herself looking at him even when she didn't mean to with how easy it was to find him among the crowd. She didn't even need to wait for long as her bored eyes would already be going to him in curiosity, to know what he was up to and who he was hanging with. It's not like she was looking for him or anything alright, he just stood out too much like a lost traffic cone for her to ignore him, especially when some of the girls in their class were comfortably asking him for his help with something. Of the way he was smiling back at them as they giggled at him when he made a stupid joke. Which kind of irritated her a bit for some reason. Fine! She just can't stand looking at his dorky face alright!
Okay, maybe she was also the one to blame here since she don't exactly know how to approach him at first, but it was still his fault for always being so annoying most of the time that she don't want to embarrass herself by being anywhere close to him. Just like those rumors he heard about him having a kissing practice with a bust adorning the picture of a girl who used to be in the same class as them. Even when it was also hard for her to do so since she can't stop thinking of how cute his stupid smile was whenever he was laughing with his friends. That she can only watch him from afar since she don't want to put herself in a position that would only hurt her in the end like it has always been.
For some it would even be unfortunate considering her fearful reputation only getting worse at their elementary school, and she can't blame them either for thinking so, to have their scrutinizing gazes on her as if she can only bring nothing but trouble just with her presence alone. She just can't say the same about the white haired boy who somehow found her to be more of a nuisance in his daily life than someone he should be afraid of like the rest of the students there since she moved in. But she also can't say that she didn't see it coming from him, growing in a big family has probably make him more tolerable with the way she was unfairly treating him at school.
Which kind of worries her sometimes whenever she thinks about what he need to do to survive in his own house, of what he need to deal with daily from his many sisters that even her teasing could barely bother him anymore. Honestly, she don't think she can survive having ten sisters to live with under the same roof. And having Bobby as her older brother is already suffocating enough as it is with the way he was constantly getting on her back with his unnecessary questioning as if she can't get through one day without causing trouble.
Which she can't say it wasn't her fault that her own brother would think so about her.
She understand where his worry was coming from, that he was only doing his job as her older brother, but she also wasn't a little kid anymore, at least not the same little girl he knew of that he need to keep looking after her like a fragile glass waiting to break under the lightest of pressure in the right spot. He need to understand that she also can take care of herself just fine even without him always nagging her ears off. After all she also don't want to worry their mom more than she already did. Moving wasn't easy, it has never been, but it was also an opportunity for change and growth. A chance that she also couldn't afford to waste. It is easier to fight what you can see than what you can only fear. And you never see betrayal coming even from the worst of your enemy.
But you also don't know of the enemy living inside yourself. Of the enemy other people see you as.
Though even with all of that, she still can't see herself as someone who deserved redemption, especially not from someone like him, the boy who choose to see the kindness in people. It just wasn't fair.
And as much as she wanted to think that he was only being nice to her because Bobby was dating his older sister, she know it wasn't true. Not when he didn't even know that she was related to Bobby in the first place until his sister told him about it. That unlike her who has always known of their relationship, he was unaware of why she kept bothering him more than the rest of the students there. That somehow she also stupidly thought he already knew who she was from his sister considering how long their older sibling has been dating each other.
Even Bobby had told her about the white haired boy more than once during their many conversation, saying how much he would like to have someone like him as his younger brother.
It was still kind of hard for her to believe with how ridiculous it was but the white haired boy has always been like that even before she met him, that she was the one at fault for doubting his intention at first. Even if it did take her by surprise when he suddenly decided to kiss her one day out of nowhere.
That it was also the same day where she had gathered all of her courage to apologize to him for putting gum in his hair and explain everything, only to end up giving him a black eye instead. She wanted to be mad, and she had every right to be after suddenly having her first kiss stolen by him. A white haired boy who she honestly don't think she know much about, and yet she still found herself somewhat, how should she put it, she wasn't attracted to him or anything alright, he is just too much of a dork for her to like him.
She just hope he also wasn't intentionally being too cute with her whenever she was teasing him.
Knowing Lincoln, she can't say he wasn't doing all of that just to humor her either.
Seriously, he is just such a stupid dork...
...
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Ronnie Anne placed her arms on her desk and used them as a makeshift pillow to rest her head, barely registering her classmates currently talking with each other at their tables while waiting for their teacher to arrive. Their combined chatter lingering annoyingly in the air like a garbled mess of background noise much to her irritation with how suffocating it was getting in there. More than once, she glanced at the round clock hanging against the wall above the whiteboard, seeing that even a minute didn't pass yet while she was uncomfortably sitting there, doing nothing as always. But it's not like she wasn't used to this feeling already. And counting the ticking second of the clock would only drive her crazy with how much slower time would definitely be for her. With how everything was going on at the moment, she would like it better to not be left alone with her thought without something to distract her.
The day is only beginning and yet she couldn't help but wish for it to be over already with how much she would prefer doing something else instead at the moment. But she also know what would happen if her mom know that she was skipping class or school again. And she would definitely prefer not having that conversation ever again. It's not like she can't just pretend to be sick and take a day off, but her mom is a nurse, which would only make everything worse when she figure out that her own daughter was lying to her. Luckily, she wasn't stupid enough to put herself in that situation.
A small yawn slipped loose from her lips, and her half lidded eyes unconsciously going to the empty table beside her. The only single person who was either brave or stupid enough to be anywhere close to her at the back of the class where the rest of their classmates clearly avoided for obvious reason, and yet also the one who bothers her to no end since they changed their seats arrangements in the class due to some complaints and concern from the parents. A well known secret that was more than obvious enough for her no matter how much those teachers are trying to hide it. The truth has always been so simple, it was just hard to accept.
A testament to what her mom need to do just to convince the school committee to let her stay in there for her education. And she couldn't afford, couldn't even imagine herself ever wasting all of the effort and sacrifice she had done for her.
Dang it!
She don't want to think about this. Seriously, why did her mind need to keep doing this to her when she already know how it would end? To linger in this thought she know can't get rid herself from. And why can't their teacher just get in here already!?
At this point, she would rather listen to their endless mumble than being left alone with this horrible and ugly mess of her guilt and regret only taking more space in her stuffed head.
He isn't here...
He should be here already...
Just where the heck are you?!
Gritting her teeth, Ronnie Anne clenched her eyes shut, feeling her heartbeat sinking lower into her empty stomach twisting her inside.
And she was only getting more and more aware of the obvious lack of his presence with each passing seconds taunting her to sit still in her seat. He would usually be here by now, sitting beside her while complaining about whatever stupid shenanigans his sisters dragged him into. He might be annoying at times but she would rather be dealing with him than confronting her thought at the moment. Anything to distract herself from the stuff she don't want to think about. Lest she would only be reminded of how horrible and selfish she was. Of how happiness is only something she can dream of. That it would be arrogant of her for wanting to be happy when she can only cause trouble for other people.
People who don't need to deal with her...
It just... wasn't fair.
And as strong as she claimed herself to be, pride herself even as the toughest girl feared by many, to believe herself as, in the end she was just hurting herself like she always does.
To avoid being hurt, you keep yourself safe by being alone, but then you risk hurting yourself by being lonely.
...
"Okay class, why don't the rest of you get to your seats already." A familiar yet foreign feminine voice softly spoke, signalling the arrival of their teacher for the morning. "I know I'm a little bit late, sorry about that but Ms Johnson need to take a sick leave today, don't worry though, she had already prepared a little revision math test that she specifically asked me to give out since your next exam is getting close." The woman reluctantly added. A round of weak groan came from the students as they eventually returned to their tables. Though most of the boys there also suddenly started getting much quieter than usual.
"No complaining now, this is just a revision test for the subject you already studied, you can still check your notes and textbooks for reference to solve them, you can also ask me if there's something that you don't understand." She clasped her hands together before turning her head to look at the white haired boy placing the stack of papers on her desk.
"Thanks for helping me carry the test Lincoln, you can take your seat now." At the mention of the name, Ronnie Anne quickly lifted her head and looked at the front of the class where surely enough the white haired boy was smiling back at the beautiful tan woman with long and wavy dark brown hair slightly bending down to pat his head. Not at all realizing how close his face was to her impressive bosom filling her light blue button down shirt. Her red skirt snugly hugging the curves of her waist, down her barely covered thighs and shapely legs into a pair or black heels clicking against the concrete floor.
"It's nothing Ms Dimartino, I'm glad I can help you." Lincoln simply replied while rubbing the back of his neck. If he was trying to hide how nervous he was, he was not doing a good job at it with how hard he was trying to look away from the beautiful substitute teacher currently giggling in amusement while praising him.
"You've always been such a sweetheart aren't you Lincoln." She gushed with a small smile.
"Wha-" He blurted out. "R-really Ms Dimartino, it's nothing, I just, I mean... "He frantically mumbled, getting a chuckle from the teacher.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to tease you Lincoln, please have your seat." Ms Dimartino joked, all the while unaware of the latina girl fuming at her desk, her sharp eyes burning holes into the white haired boy nervously laughing back at the beautiful teacher blessing him with her smile which could easily melt the hearts of many man and woman alike, he of course not excluded.
And it didn't take long either for Lincoln to notice the way she was glaring at him with the cold shiver suddenly running down his spine when their eyes met. Her annoyed one meeting his confused and perplexed gaze.
"You alright Ronnie Anne?" He asked while taking his seat beside her and sliding one of the two test paper that he brought along with him on her side of the table.
She kept quiet... ignoring him...
"Wow, that's very mature of you Ronnie Anne." Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Seriously, did I do something wrong or something?" He leaned his face closer towards her, only for the latina girl to shiver slightly when his warm breath caressed the nape of her neck.
"D-don't do that!" She pushed him away, a shade of red faintly brushing her freckled cheeks with how close they are to each other.
"Do what?" He raised a brow in confusion. "You're the one who is being weird right now." He quickly added.
"I don't know, what do you think you did Lame-o?" She barked back.
"You're not making any sense Ronnie Anne." He bluntly responded. "You know what, just forget it, If you don't want to talk about it, fine, I'm just going to do my test now if you don't mind." He pulled out a textbook from his bag pack and opened it to the page where Ms Agnes last left them, already picking up his pencil to answer the question.
Though, he didn't even get to start writing the formula for the equation as Lincoln scratched the edge of his pencil into the paper, almost tearing a hole into it when Ronnie Anne suddenly pushed herself against him as close as possible that her face was only inches away from his.
"Ronnie Anne, for the last time, I don't know what your problem is, but you are starting to get on my nerve right now." He calmly said with a strained smile.
"I forgot my textbook alright." She harshly replied, shifting her seat closer to his side while still avoiding his curious gaze, mostly out of irritation with how oblivious he was being at her approach.
"Didn't you also take your own note or something?" He asked, fully aware of how weird she was being at the moment. He just don't know what her deal was to suddenly act like this. Not that he can say he know much about whatever is going on in her head anyway. Try as he might, the girl will always be a headache to him. But as much as he don't want to admit it, he also know she wouldn't act like this if something wasn't bothering her. Either way she was being more troublesome than usual today. And from what he had known about her, there aren't exactly much that can piss her off this much. At least not that he know of, honestly, figuring a person out has never been such a hassle until he met her.
"Seriously Lame-o, why would I sit next to you if I'm going to take my own notes." She leaned her shoulder against his. Her light brown eyes narrowed at him with a glint of mischief sparkling in her clear irises. Her warm breath brushing against his nose with each of her low exhales escaping from her small smirking lips. And a sense of danger instantly struck him like a tidal wave of warning.
She was doing this on purpose...
He might not know what she is up to, but he don't need to be a genius either to know that it wasn't going to be anything good, not when it was clearly something involving him.
He had seen that look for far too many times to count anymore. And it still manage to leave him fearing for his life with whatever she was planning for him.
And yet...
"Yeah right, not sure if I'm even surprised at this point." He casually responded. "It's not like I'm the one who decided to sit beside you or anything." And he flinched slightly when she elbowed his side while glaring sharply at him.
"Lincoln, Is everything alright back there?" Ms Dimartino worriedly asked when she noticed the distressing situation taking place at the back of the class.
She might just be a substitute teacher, but even she was well aware of the hispanic girl's reputation with how often her name was brought up in the teacher's lounge room, mostly out of concern after she had gotten herself into another fight which always ended badly for her opponent. Honestly, even she was quite impressed after hearing about what the girl was capable of. But she also couldn't help but worry.
Especially when she realized the girl was also in the same class as the white haired boy. And knowing him, he is not exactly someone that would fight violence with violence, not when he can talk about it. Which simply mean it was easier for other people to take advantage and walk over him since he was more or less a pacifist. Someone who would avoid getting himself into trouble when he can prevent it to begin with. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it also meant he can't do much to protect himself. And now, he was sitting beside the girl who could probably harm him the most if he wasn't being careful enough.
"It's fine Ms Dimartino." Lincoln simply replied while rubbing his sore side. "Ronnie Anne just forgot her textbook so she is sharing with me." He explained, just now noticing the look and murmur coming from the rest of his classmates, their eyes going to the latina girl only getting closer to his side with her head lowered away from their scrutinizing gazes.
"Oh, is that so, if you want, I can give you some notes that Ms Johnson left me as reference if you need it?" Ms Dimartino offered, more or less to help the white haired boy to get out from the uncomfortable situation.
Lincoln looked at the teacher, considering her offer for a moment, then looked at the girl beside him. He might be denser than a brick but he wasn't that stupid either to not understand what was happening. It felt weird, having people see him as the victim when he clearly wasn't. Not considering how Ronnie being the one most uncomfortable at the moment under their collective gazes of judgement.
Letting out a weak sigh, Lincoln put a polite smile on his face. "Thanks for the offer Ms Dimartino, I really appreciate it, but I don't mind sharing with Ronnie Anne." He calmly replied, doing his best to not offense the teacher for only trying to help him, even if she didn't need to. Not when it was clearly making it harder not only for the girl, but also for him who need to watch.
"If you said so." Ms Dimartino responded with a curt nod. "Remember everyone, the purpose of this revision is to see what you're struggling with, if there's any question that you don't understand, you can ask me for help." She reminded as the class eventually returned to their test.
"You don't need to do that you know." A small voice whispered beside him.
"Do what?" Lincoln picked up his pencil and started reading the first question again before finally answering it since it wasn't that hard.
"You know what I'm talking about Lame-o, you don't need to keep putting yourself up for me." Ronnie Anne slumped into her seat. "We both know you can't keep doing this forever..."
"It wasn't worth it, you can just say that it's too late for me..." She sighed.
"Then I guess, it is also too late for me then." Lincoln bluntly said. "Come on Ronnie Anne, I thought I'm the overthinking one between us."
"And you're talking like your life is over already, we are still in elementary school you know, do you really think any of this would matter when we got into middle school." He asked
"Heh, you're not that bad, Lame-o." The corner of her lips curved up into a smirk. "I just hope you can at least stand up for yourself more often." She teased.
"Then why would I sit beside you?" He lightly joked back. Though it wasn't exactly wrong since he barely got into trouble anymore with her always getting at his back like a warning.
"Very funny Lame-o." She rolled her eyes in amusement.
"You should really start answering your test Ronnie Anne, sure I don't mind sharing my textbook with you but I'm not just going to let you copy my answer." Lincoln advised, not once looking away from his paper with how much he was dividing his focus between the test and the aloof girl beside him.
"How was it, the test, is it hard?" She asked, finally looking at her own paper while tapping her pencil on the desk.
"No, at least I don't think so, I'm sure even you can answer them." He unconsciously blurted out.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" She narrowed her eyes at him as Lincoln instantly stopped writing when he realized what he just said. Who can blame him though, it wasn't easy focusing on two different thing at the same time. No matter how good someone is at it.
"You know what I mean Ronnie Anne." He tried to clear the misunderstanding.
"Yeah I sure do Lame-o, it seem like you think you are way better than me." She whispered into his ear, sending a cold shiver down his spine.
"T-that's not what I meant..." He struggled to speak.
"Is that a challenge I hear?" She smirked.
"Not now Ronnie Anne." He warned, only to grit his teeth when she breathes into the crook of his neck.
"Why don't we make this more interesting, if you can ace this test I will do whatever you want." She said in a low voice, her smirking lips so close to his feverish neck that a dark blush colored his freckled cheeks. "And if you don't, you will do whatever I say instead, what do you think Lame-o?" She suggested.
"How do I know you're not tricking me?" He suspiciously asked.
"Come on, you know me better than that Lame-o." She slowly leaned away from him much to his relief. "You got my words this time, I promise." It was quiet for a moment as he considered her challenge, from the way she was wording it to the expression on her face, before finally sighing in defeat when he remembered how pointless it was for him to even try reading the girl.
And the devious smirk soon returned to her face when he reluctantly nodded at her. "Fine, it's a deal then." Lincoln picked up his pencil before getting back to his paper, but that wasn't the only test he should be worried about, at least not anymore.
Not with the bigger test he need to endure...
Lincoln froze, his eyes widened and a squeak almost escaped his lips when he felt a soft and light pressure being applied on his crotch, gently brushing his half awakened member through his blue jeans.
He don't want to look, not when he already know for certain the girl was smiling beside him no matter how much she was trying to hide it. And worst of all she was also answering her test as if nothing was happening. That her left hand wasn't doing something it shouldn't have under their combined desks while her right hand was calmly writing down a solution to the question. As impressed as he was with how good she was at keeping a blank face, he was also starting to lose his focus. Something that he can't afford to do, not after the deal they made. One that he had also unfortunately and critically misjudged.
"What's wrong Lame-o, giving up already?" She casually said, putting more pressure onto his crotch already reacting excitedly at her teasing touch.
"Seriously, I don't remember agreeing to this Ronnie Anne." Lincoln frustratedly sighed, doing his best to distract his mind from the growing bulge pitching a tent beneath the seam of his jeans seemingly only getting tighter.
"Why? Your little friend sure don't seem to mind having me interrupting his nap?" She whispered, slowly tracing her index finger along his length struggling to get out. "And from what I'm feeling right now, he's definitely a bit too eager to meet me~" She smirked.
"This is cheap Ronnie Anne, even for you." He gritted his teeth, feeling the throbbing of his member getting more painful under her stimulating touches.
"What are you talking about Lame-o, I just said that you need to ace the test..." She carefully unlatched and unzipped his jeans before slowly sliding her hand into his white underwear much to his shock. "If you want, you can just ask me to stop you know, you just need to admit that you lose." She offered her mercy.
"Wow, that's really nice of you." He struggled to say, hissing slightly when her palm caressed his sensitive and hot rod already leaking with precum from the tip of his crown.
And it wasn't only him either, not when her flushed face was clearly a shade darker than his with how hard she was blushing with her heart slamming painfully against her chest with urging desire. Of the saliva collecting in her dry mouth while her left hand was exploring the shape of his member protruding into her palm already sticky with his essence.
"Jeez, you are such a perv Lincoln~" She seductively whispered under her warm breath, her sultry voice only making his feverish body more excited with the skip of his heartbeat almost leaping out from his chest in the quiet classroom. Honestly, he don't think he would be surprised if someone can hear his heartbeat with how loud it was drumming in his ears not only from fear of being caught, but also from the excitement no matter how much he don't want to admit it.
"Then what does that make you?" Lincoln simply retorted with his face bright red with the burning heat scorching his cheeks, his soft gaze locked with her half lidded brown eyes glancing flirtatiously back at him. The color of her freckled cheeks almost matching his as she swallowed the lump in her dry throat. Their playful banter doing nothing to hide what they both clearly wanted the most at the moment reflected within their eyes only getting hazier with growing desire.
"I don't know, you look like you're enjoying this the most Lincoln." Ronnie Anne carefully pulled his erect member out from the confinement of his underwear, feeling the scorching flesh of his length throbbing painfully in her palm for release. His musky scent sticking to her fingers with the dark spots almost soaking the crotch of his jeans.
"Well, you're the one who can't stop playing with it." Lincoln replied, feeling her slender index finger teasing the tip of his crown as more precum was starting to leak out under her gentle yet aggressive touch edging him on to his climax while refusing his release.
He was trapped, a constant captive under her cheshire smile and the mischievous glint in her longing eyes.
And yet... He just can't get his eyes off her...
"Seriously, just what am I ever going to do with you Lincoln~" Ronnie Anne whispered, her small pink lips tempting him to get closer as she started gently stroking his member. Lincoln clenched his mouth shut, wincing slightly at the soft sensation of her palm wrapped around his bulging length snugly filling her soft hand seizing his raging erection.
"F-fuck..." He groaned, barely holding himself back from taking her then and there, to expose the girl and humiliate her in the worst way possible.
"Heh, you might want to watch your mouth Lincoln, you don't want our beautiful substitute teacher to hear her kind student swearing right now." She giggled. "Or would you rather have me keep it quiet for you instead." She wiped the stray strand of her black hair behind her ear.
"You would like that won't you?" Lincoln said in a low voice, his breathe only getting warmer with the sweat rolling down his flushed face. "To have me all for yourself, that I have my eyes only on you..." He smirked, enjoying the look of embarrassment plastered on her flustered face with how right he was.
"Well, I didn't see you complaining." She blurted out much to his amusement. "Besides, we both know you can stop me if you wanted to... you always can."
His eyes widened when she slowly lowered her head, her eyes no longer meeting his as she stared hungrily at his throbbing member in her wet hand already sticky with precum. "Wait, Ronnie Anne, no..." For once he did try to stop her, to not make anymore mess, only to grit his teeth and stretched his legs forward when he felt her small tongue lapping over the crown of his member.
"F-fuck... R-Ronnie Anne... Please..." He barely choked out. His plea falling on deaf ears as the girl ran the tip of her tongue along the slit of his sensitive shaft, feeling his pulsating vein kissing her tender lips.
"I... I don't know how much longer I can hold back." Lincoln tried his best to hide his ragged panting, getting a giggle from the girl slowly leaning back over his hard erection twitching slightly beneath her lips as if desperately missing her touch.
"You don't need to impress me Lincoln~" Ronnie Anne softly said, her warm breath gently caressing his scorching length making the white haired boy fidget slightly in his seat with his climax only getting closer.
And his body instantly tensed when she lowered her blushing face, planted a light kiss on the tip of his crown already glistening with precum, and finally clasped his shaft in her warm mouth. Her soft lips slowly stroking along his throbbing length poking into the back of her throat. Her wet tongue exploring each and every curves of his full erection filling her velvet mouth.
"R-Ronnie Anne..." Lincoln sensually moaned her name, sending a skip to her already raging heartbeat painfully slamming against her chest. She wanted to hear it again, to hear him say her name with such desperation and yearning in his soft voice. The only voice she wanted to have all for herself.
"Ronnie Anne..." He grabbed the back of her head, her fingers threading through her black hair and started to gently thrusting his length into her mouth, kissing the back of her throat with the tip of his erection.
Instead of pushing him away, she closed her eyes and followed his pace, enjoying the salty and tangy taste of his precum and sweat mixing with her saliva. Her throat slightly getting sore from his shaft forcing more of his length deeper inside her while her tongue molded under his rod. Her lips meeting the base of his crotch as her nose inhaling the musky scent of his manhood driving her to the edge with her own building arousal leaking from her reddening slits beneath her soaked red panties.
And then she felt it...
"R-Ronnie Anne... I'm... I'm..." He gritted his teeth, unconsciously shoving his shaft deep inside her mouth before finally spraying the back of her throat with his warm seed, ropes after ropes of silvery white strand painting her mouth until his member slowly going limp.
Ronnie Anne pulled her head back, watching closely as his shaft twitched out from her wet lips, then she stared at the white haired boy slightly panting beside her while covering his flushed face with both of his hands, doing nothing to hide how hard he was blushing after his climax. His body shuddered at the cold air caressing his wet length once smothered by her warm mouth. And he can clearly hear his heartbeat hammering against his chest with the cloud of arousal finally dissipating from his mind.
Smirking, Ronnie Anne slightly parted her small lips, making him watch as his glistening seed started pouring out from her mouth and into her cupped left hand. And his eyes widened even more in both hot shame and embarrassment when she drank and licked her essence clean from her palm, making a show out of it for him to enjoy His gaze locked to the slow movement of her throat swallowing his seed before she licked her lips and smiled at him.
"You're going to be the end of me." Lincoln groaned, just now noticing that he had lost since he barely got through half of the test.
"Please Lame-o, there's nothing I would do to you that you don't want me to do to you." She replied while collecting her stuff and placing her paper on top of his when the bells rang. "And seeing that you lost, you better be prepared Lame-o." She cheerfully said.
Sighing, Lincoln glanced at the substitute teacher at the front, at Ms Dimartino who instantly looked away from him among the dispersing students filing out from the classroom when he realized she was watching him with her flushed face bright red.
He... He would rather not think too much about it...
"What are you waiting for Lame-o?" Ronnie Anne stood up from her seat. "I hope you're ready for the second round." She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she walked away from him while swaying her hips, barely hiding the dark spot beneath her nether region with the sticky liquid running down her shorts and slender thighs.
Fixing his jeans, Lincoln finally got up from his seat and picked up their papers to send it to the front. "I'll never understand you Ronnie Anne." He muttered out in defeat as the girl simply glanced at him with a devious smile.
"Luckily, you have your entire life to figure that out." She teased, only making him blush even harder with what she was implying.
She had already won, she got what she wanted.
Now she just need to keep the prize for herself.
