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Chapter 1




“Zoin…Wake Up, Zoin.” Someone says in the background.
I groan, and go back to my dream.
He leans over me, and takes ahold of my face. He smiles, and his eyes twinkle, those dark brown eyes.
“I love You” I whisper, to him.
He brings his lips to mine and kisses me softly. I kiss him back, moaning when I feel his tongue lick my lips.
He pulls away and grins at me, “I Love Y-”
The dream slips out of my mind, and I become aware of the shaking in my shoulder.
“Ah, come on Zoin, just wake up…wake up.” A voice whispers, the shaking of my shoulder still not stopping.
I lift my head up groggily, and take in my surroundings.
Realization hits me.
Oh yeah, I fell asleep in Math.
“Oh god, it’s about time Zoin, I have been trying to wake you up for the past 5 minutes”
I turn to where I hear the voice coming from.
Suddenly I’m face to face with Dylan, one of my best buds.
He smiles at me, and I smile back. Then he starts to laugh.
“What?” I ask confused.
“Z wipe the drool of your face” he responds.
My eyes go wide and I lightly feel the area near my mouth. I touch watery material, and I instantly look down at my desk. I find a mini pool of saliva.
My saliva.
“Ugh, you have got to be kidding me.” I mutter, as I pull at my sweater sleeve and wipe the drool of my desk.
I look at Dylan, and glare at him, when I see him smiling.
“It’s not funny” I growl.
He shakes his head, but the smile is still there. “Sure it isn’t” he retorts.
“Yes, it’s not” I reply.
He raises his eyebrows, “Then what is it?” he asks.
I scoff at him, “A Medical Condition, isn’t it obvious”
He grins at me, “Yeah whatever floats your boat” he replies.
I smile and punch him in the arm.
“Shut Up” I hiss, “It IS a Medical Condition”
He gives me a hurt expression and rubs his injured arm, “Ow” he mutters, but I know he’s faking it. That’s just the way he rolls.
I shake my head, and turn to look at the teacher, who is also sleeping in his desk. His feet propped up on his desk, and a loud raspy sound coming out of his mouth.
Ew. That doesn’t sound like a snore, more like a cow dying.
Why…Why am I so mean?
I just insulted a poor cow, how dare I compare that majestic beauty with Mr.Homens, the teacher that never pays attention. The teacher that never teaches, that never does anything.
I bet a bloodbath could happen right in this very classroom, and he still wouldn’t notice, well maybe he will. But he won’t care. That’s just how amazing he is.
He stirs slightly, and reaches down to his pants. And next thing I know, I see him scratching his balls. I feel my mind freeze for a second, and then I shudder.
Oh God, I’m going to have nightmares until I die.
I turn around to look at Dylan. His short dirty blond hair, glistening lightly by the light. His face turned facing Mr.Homens direction. But even from my angle I’m able to see his shocked expression.
He saw it all.
He saw our teacher scratch his privates, well on the Brightside I wont be the only one having nightmares.
Wait talking about nightmares, didn’t I have a dream earlier today.
What did I dream?
It all comes back to me in a rush.
I was dreaming of Michael.
Michael.
I feel a rush of excitement, and my body shivers in response.
I was kissing him.
I was kissing Michael, the boy I feel a major attraction to.
I shift uncomfortably in my desk, knowing that if I keep on thinking about him, things would go bad for me.
But hey, what can I say? I ‘m a 15 year old, I’m at that stage. All I do is think about boys. Cute boys. Boys I like.
As if on cue, I turn to look at Dylan. I feel my stomach shift uncomfortably, and my mind goes blank. As if sensing someone staring, Dylan turns to look at me. A shocked expression on his face.
“Did you see that?” he asks me in a whisper. Not taking his eyes of me.
It takes me a moment to realize he’s talking about Mr.Homens. I shake my head, as if to clear out the spell he put on me, and crack my knuckles.
I grin at him, “Yeah, did you enjoy the show?” I ask him raising my eyebrows.
He shudders “Hell no, Z, I would rather die than see that again” he pauses for a second and then a grin takes over his face. “But I bet YOU did, since you’re a perverted little girl” he wiggles his eyebrows at me, “How much did you enjoy it, Did it turn you on?” he says looking at Mr.Homens for a second, then back at me.
I lick my lips, and lean against my chair, “If only you knew Dylan, I feel so…so…excited” I wink at him. “I think I need to go masturbate, from the show, I heard it’s not good to stay horny for so long”
I take that as my cue to stand up, tugging at the bottom of my hoodie. I bend down to grab my backpack and sling it over one shoulder. I turn to face Dylan, and wink at him one last time, right before walking away.
I don’t even glance at Mr.Homens, just pass him, and go to the door. I open it, and get out.
It’s not like I’m ditching or anything. Math is my sixth period, and what’s going to happen if I leave 10 minutes early. It’s not like I was learning anything…well except for the fact that Mr.Homens is a ball scratcher. But that was scary.
I go to an outside table and sit down. I take out my IPod and turn it on. I plug in the earphones and put them in my ears.
The Bigger Light’s song “That Kind of Girl” starts playing, and I let out a sigh. Did I ever mention I love music. It has a way of calming me, and making me forget things, well sometimes.
I look down at my jeans, my green skinny jeans. I lay my hands on my legs, and start trying to drum the rhythm of the song. After about half a minute of trying I realize I can’t, so I give up. Deciding to just listen to my music in peace.
And right when the song “Miserably Loving You” by Artist Vs Poet comes on Michael walks out and stands within 15 feet of me. He makes his way to a vending machine a couple of feet of where I am. I hold my breath, and just stare at him.
I feel my pulse quicken, and a blush comes to my cheeks.
Don’t ask me how, but I just blush a lot, especially when near guys I like.
He’s wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, and a big black sweater. I mean it, it reaches all the way down to his thighs. Put I’m still able to notice his lean body, even with him wearing a big baggy sweater.
I see him pull out a handful of change, and feed it into the vending machine. Then he punches some numbers, and bends down to grab whatever he bought. And when he bends down I see a bright green fabric.
His boxers.
My pulse starts dancing rapidly, and I feel my hands start to tremble. My breathing comes out ragged.
Yep, this is the kind of reaction Michael causes inside and outside of me. Just his sight makes my insides turn.
He straightens up, and a sinking feeling enters my gut. I start feeling as if the show ended way to early.
Without even glancing my way he walks away, and makes the distance greater. I let out a shaky breath, and close my eyes for a second.
I imagine Michael’s lips upon mine, moving in synchronization with mine. I touch my lips gingerly, and a shiver passes down my spine.
My mind goes back to my dream, the dream I wish would be reality.
I told him I loved him, and he was saying it back, he was about to say “I love you to”.
But that also ended way to quickly, it ended leaving me wanting more.
More of Michael.
I open my eyes and look at my IPod, the time shows its 3:55. Wow, the 10 minutes ended fast.
5 seconds pass, and then the shrill, sound of the bell rings all around me.
I stand up just as kids starting pouring out of doors all around me. All eager to get home. To their friends, and families.
I stand on my tiptoes and look for one kid in particular. A kid with dirty blond hair and warm hazel eyes.
A kid called Dylan Schmitt.
I find him walking toward me, and a big smile takes over my face. I take inventory of whats he’s wearing for the 6 time that day.
Dark grey lose-skinny jeans, and a black shirt with the logo Vans in the front.
“Hey Dylan” I say, as I pull out my earphones, and turn off my IPod.
“Hey Z” he begins, “So how did your masturbation go, did it please you?” he asks me.
I laugh, “Oh, it was amazing Dylan, it took my breath away.” I tell him.
Dylan smiles at me, and leads me to his car.
Yep he can drive but I can’t. Were both Sophomores in High School, but he turned 16 a month ago. And now he has a license.
While I’m still 15…lucky me. I still have to wait 5 months until I turn 16, which seems like a long time if you ask me.
We walk to the parking lot, and stop once we reach his jeep, his deep blood red jeep. I personally love the color, it’s so intimate, the perfect shade.
The color of blood.
Not that I’m a vampire, but sometimes I wish I was. They seem like pretty cool creatures, but hey what can I say, they don’t exist.
I open the passenger door, hop in and I set my backpack between my feet. I buckle my seatbelt, and wait for Dylan to get in.
A second later he opens his door, gets in, and throws his backpack on the backseats. He starts the car, and buckles his seatbelt.
I look over at him, and one thought pops into my head.
Dylan is so beautiful.
My stomach gives an uneasy roll, at that thought.
And a blush comes to my cheeks.
I look away fast, and pretend to be interested with the tree in front of us.
When I feel the blush has gone away, I turn to face forward.
Dylan clears his throat, “So…did you ask your parents if you can go to my house?” he asks me.
I turn to face him, and I’m about to say yes when a thought comes to mind.
I never called them.
I had forgotten to.
“Shoot! I forgot” I say smacking my hand against my forehead.
I was supposed to call them during those 10 minutes when I left early. That was basically the reason why, I left early. To call them.
Dylan raises his eyebrows, “You forgot?” he asks.
I bite my lip and groan, “Yes! I forgot” I respond.
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