I managed to get to math on time. I found myself searching the classroom for Ashley. What a perfect name he had. All of him seemed perfect. I had even managed to catch a glimpse of his wings when he was leaving history. I think his are tipped in blue. The colour of the tip used to mean something, but not anymore. My wings are the only thing I like about myself, they’re white tipped in blood red. I’m hoping they get darker as I get older. I shook myself out of my daydream and found a seat at the back of the room. I hate sitting near the front, makes me feel like the people behind me are staring at me. We were doing calculus. How fantastically boring. It was only differentiation of functions so it was basic math. The class dragged on, making me fidgety as I attempted to work through the math problems. When the bell for first break rang I was so relieved I sighed outwardly, causing people to shoot me a few weird looks. I ignored them and shoved everything into my bag expect the map. I studied it as I raced out of the class room, trying to work out where I was in relation to my locker. I had to go down a floor, so after about 5 minutes of rushing around I managed to find it. I clicked in the combination and opened it, shoving in the books I’d just been using. I pulled out the next two sets I would need for my next lessons. Once they were safely in my bag I closed my eyes and leant against the cool metal of the locker next to mine. I suddenly felt a warm breath of my face, coupled with the smell of axe and mint. My heart began to race as I opened my eyes to find Ashley’s hazel, eyeliner ringed eyes staring directly into mine. He had a hand on the locker next to the left side of my head, and had a sly grin on his face. Despite the fact I should have been taller than him I was slouching therefore we were about the same height, he may have been a little taller as he was standing pretty straight. His smell was intoxicating, he smelt fantastic and his eyes were like captivating bottomless pits. I felt I could stare into them for eternity and never get bored.
“How’s your first day going pretty boy?” he asked. His voice was smooth as honey, and as rich.
“F-fine. W-why are you c-calling me p-pretty boy?” I stammered out. Nice going Andy. Real smooth of you. Just stammer like a nervous school girl talking to her first crush. Real smooth.
“Cause it’s what you are. Does it make you uncomfortable?” he asked, winking at me. He winked at me! Bring it together Andy, keep it together. Answer the question.
“No, just slightly confusing.” I managed to get out without stammering.
“How come? Hasn’t anyone ever told you you’re pretty before?” He was smirking now in a really sexy way. I could feel heat flush through me straight to my pants. Great, that just what I need. To get a boner just from talking to a guy. Suddenly I remembered he had asked me a question. I shook my head and looked down, hiding behind my hair, in response.
“What? I would have thought a little slice like you would have people lining up to get in your pants.” This comment startled me, I still had my V-plates. No one had ever acted even remotely like they wanted in my pants. I shook my head once more.
“Well” came Ashley’s amused tone. “How about we change that.”
“What-“ I began to say from beneath my hair, but Ashley’s hand found my chin, tipped my head back to expose my face and kissed me. His lips were warm and soft against mine, and the way he smelt was making my head start to spin. Suddenly he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against my bottom lip asking for entrance. After a moment to consider I opened my mouth and his tongue immediately began to search my mouth. The entire experience was making me get very hard. He then decided to trace his right hand up and down my torso starting at my narrow hips, pulling me closer to him. This movement pulled me slightly off balance, meaning I had to balance myself by putting my hands on his strong shoulders. He felt pretty ripped beneath my hands, and I could feel strength in his hands as his left one was now also traveling over my torso. Suddenly he pulled back, breaking the contact between us. With a wink he walked off.
“See you round pretty boy. I’ve got more fun to have with you yet.”