Breathe Me

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y grades are my ticket out of here. I don't want to be stuck working at the local diner for the rest of my life, popping out screaming babies while my husband

ee, Tillie Rogers, who for some reason hates my guts. We were best friends all throughout elementary school and middle school, but once ninth grade hit, she did a total 180 and I was the scum beneath her shoes. We went from sleepovers to having her drinks poured over my head in the lunchroom

He's wearing a black t-shirt that fits him perfectly and shows off the curves of his muscles underneath. Black ripped jeans cover his legs, and black biker boots complete his swagger bad boy look. He has tattoos that cover his neck down to this fingers, and I bet his whole torso is covered in that gorgeous ink. Caramel-colored hair that's shaved on the sides and long on the top, with locks of hair falling over his left eye, and a nose ring in his left no

wn as soon as I graduate, and this boy looks like trouble. The kind of trouble I need to stay away from. I've never had such a visceral reactio

try and get his attention, especially Tillie. She just found a new target. Good luck with that, honey. I get a moment of sa

rt enough to come up with a new word? Amateurs. I grab my book for math and store the rest of my books in my locker, and head to my first class of the day. Math hates me, and I hate it. I won't use most of this shit once I graduate so why do I have to take it? I

seat. Just great. Mr. Popular and captain of the football team. Also, the guy who has tried to get in my panties ever since I grew tits. He's gorgeous with his raven-colored hair, green eyes, and a thousand-watt smile. But his heart and

hand and pull it over one shoulder to get it out of his reach. "Hey, Laken," he whispers in my ear, making

r more. For the love of God, I just want to be left alone till I can gr

room and you can bounce on my dick? I mean, that's what sl

e on your dick and get chlamydia? Fuck off!" Laughter erupts in the classroom and his face turns red from anger as he shoots daggers a

of our shitty town. He gets away with everything. It's disgusting. I grab my book and stuff it in my backpack and head out the door. At least I get to skip math class. My dad w

ok away so he can't see all the darkness and pain I live with, it's hard to pull my gaze from his. My eyes finally drop down to his chest. Ah, hell, that's even worse than the eyes! My fingers twitch wanting to touch every groove and contour I can see beneath his form-fitting shirt. I continue my appraisal, and his legs are wide open as he lounges back in the chair like he hasn't a care in the world. The way he's sitting draws my attention to his...package. Lord help me, now I'm picturing what his dick looks like, and this isn't normal behavior for me. But the close-up version of the new guy is even better than I saw in the parking lot. I run my eyes back up his body till I get to his lips. Lips that look soft with the lower lip being puffier than the top, and it makes me want to pull that

first period before being sent up here. Why am I not surprised?" With the biggest smile, I can muster I say, "I aim to please, Mr. Jackson. I just knew you missed me all summer so I got in trouble just so you could bask in my gre

w why he doesn't like me. I'm so personable and sweet. What's not to like? I may have a smart mouth, and sarcasm is my middle name, but

ats with an eye roll. "Carry on", he says. I clear my throat and continue on, "Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted"- hearing him mutter under his breath- "I was just sitting there minding my own business when Jared asked me to bounce on his dick". "Can yo

ia." I pause for effect. "Oh, and then I told him to fuck off," I finish with a bright smile. "Laken, drop the profanity and stay after school for one-hour detention. Now go back to class." I jump up out of my seat and yell, "

like the pig he is. I am steaming mad so I grab my backpack and haul ass out of that office. I can feel the new guy's intense gaze on my back like it's searing me from the inside out. I just keep on walking