“You offered to be Megan’s fake girlfriend?! Are you insane Sam?!”

I just looked at Blair, knowing she was actually kind of right. It was a stupid idea to pitch to her whenever she was already having a hard time with everything else, but it was instinct, and I wanted to help. She had my pity, and the least I could do was help her give this Nikki the idea to grow up and let Megan move on.

I knew how girls like Nikki worked, mostly because I was pretty similar to Nikki in a lot of ways.

I responded to Blair as I continued working on my third hour’s assignment, “She didn’t turn down the offer, but she also slammed the door when she left. So I’m not sure how to take her response.”

Blair laughed to herself, “She probably considered it, and then got mad at herself for considering it.”

I smirked, “I’m hard to turn down.”

“Sure you are.”

I looked at Blair, flicking my hair behind my shoulder and smiling seductively, “Remember how I lured you in? You had a really hard time trying to turn me down, and then you failed in the end.”

Blair held up her hand, “I was also sixteen.”

“And really horny.”

“I thought we agreed to never talk about that night again?”

I smiled, enjoying pushing Blair’s buttons, “I don’t remember that, but fine. I was just making a point.”

“Ok, well point made, let’s just try to avoid the past and think of the future.”

I sighed, “I was just trying to help, you know? I mean, she used to love this girl, and Nikki sounds a lot like me. Which means Megan’s still feeling something for her and wants to end it, but Nikki makes that impossible by constantly reaching out to Megan whenever she’s in town.”

“Lesbian drama, I swear.”

I snorted, “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“You’re right, it’s so juicy.”

I continued, “Point is, Megan’s tired, and she’s having a hard time. The least she should have to worry about is her ex-girlfriend that refuses to let her have closure.”

“You’re right.”

Wait, what? Did Blair just agree with me?

I looked at Blair with a confused face, “I’m right?”

“Yep, Nikki sounds like a real bitch, and who’s better than you at beating someone at their own game?”

“So you think it was a good idea?”

She shrugged, “Why not? I mean, Nikki doesn’t know you, and it’s not like anything really could go wrong. Just try and keep your poker face stern.”

“Are you really giving me the okay to try and convince Megan further on this?”

Blair eyed me, “You’re going to do what you want regardless of what I have to say, I’m just helping your conscience.”

“I don’t have one, remember?”

Blair laughed, “That is true.”

~ ~ ~ ~

Megan’s class had stayed insignificant considering she had completely ignored me, and so far practice had been pretty dull. The season was approaching which meant a lot of one on one, and that usually meant me waiting on the side lines while Megan and Coach Lee helped the girls.

It was kind of annoying.

I was sitting in the dug-out watching Emma and Coach Lee work on some outfield techniques while Megan was helping some of the underclassmen, which left me with the left over girls. Most of them were packing up and getting ready to leave, all except one girl who was continuing to eye me down.

I had noticed her a few days ago, and now she was starting to make me uncomfortable.

I would catch her staring at me and Emma while I was helping her with hitting, it was as if she was… jealous? Could she possibly know about me and Emma having sex? I would’ve figured Emma wouldn’t have told anyone since she was making me keep it a secret…

Maybe the girl didn’t know, and maybe she just knew Emma and I were close.

Yet she continued to give me annoyed glances, and I was already on edge from today. I was growing very short-tempered and her staring only made it worse.

Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stood up, “Can I help you?”

She rolled her eyes, “Doubt it, very seriously.”

“Well can you stop fucking looking at me like I killed your cat?”

She uncrossed her arms, taking a few steps up to me and getting up close and personal, “Insecure?”

I laughed, “Hardly.”

She wasn’t too cute, and her breath kind of stunk, along with her clothes. She was sizing me up, and I wasn’t the least bit intimidated by this girl.

She muttered, “You don’t wanna fuck with me, Sam.”

I nodded, “You’re right, you’re a little too butch for my liking.”

I felt her hands on my collar suddenly, but before I could react I felt someone pulling me off of her. I knew Emma’s voice, and I could see this bitch being pulled off by another senior girl before we got ourselves in trouble.

Emma yanked me out of the dugout, cursing, “What the fuck are you thinking?!”

I pointed to the girl who had just tried to fight me seconds ago, “She started it! She got in my face, Emma!”

“You can’t let her get to you. She’s kind of a bully.”

I shook my head, “I’ll beat her ass if she gets in my face again.”

She touched my face, “Calm down, please.”

I looked down at her, wondering why she had touched me like this. We hadn’t shared intimate contact in days, and now she was touching my face? I tried not to put meaning to whatever was going on right now as I looked at her, “Fine, but seriously Emma… I’m not afraid of her.”

She smiled, ignoring my comment, “Come with me.”

I followed her off of the field and back towards the locker room, which was weird because it was getting late and we shouldn’t be going back into the school. I followed behind her quickly, “Did you forget something in the locker room again?”

She looked back at me, “Just shut up and trust me.”

We made it to the back entrance of the locker room, which was usually locked, but something was wedged between the door and the wall, which left it accessible to us. I looked down, watching Emma remove the wedge and pull me into the locker room behind her.

She then closed the door behind us, causing it to lock and leaving us alone together.

I smirked, “Aren’t you afraid of getting in trouble, miss I’m a good girl-”

Her lips sealed off my words, and I felt my back pressing against the cool wall of the locker room. I felt her hands tug on my shirt, pulling me closer as I mouthed her soft lips.

She pulled away slightly, “I want you.”

This lit a fire inside me, and suddenly I felt the need for a release. I had been stressed, confused, and a little bit horny, and Emma was giving me the opportunity to release everything I had been holding back.

I pressed her back against the wall then, taking control as I began tugging at her pants. She kissed my lips a little too rough for me to not get excited, and I tangled my hands in her light brown hair, ripping her hair tie out. I kissed along her jawline, biting on her neck as I released a little bit of anger I had built up inside me.

I gripped her pants, pulling them down to her ankles which allowed her to step out of them. She moaned as I brought my face down to her area, and I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, giving me easy access.

“Oh fuck Sam.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I began fucking her, not being able to control myself. I had been feeling nothing but anxiety and anger in the last few days and doing this was exactly what I needed.

I listened to Emma’s moans that were growing quite loud as I continued to take out all of my anger in the form of pleasure. I was just trying to get everything out of my head while I did this, and most of it had managed to fade away.

Everything but Megan.

She was probably wondering where I was, and why my car was still in the parking lot. I was probably going to have to explain to her where I was, and how interesting that conversation would be.

Wait, focus Sam, now’s not the time.

Emma grabbed my hair as I felt her shake under me, “Fuck!”

Then I felt her cum, allowing me to rest and bring myself back up to her mouth. I felt her body tremble as I pressed my body against hers.

 I smiled, “Thanks, for that.”

She shrugged, pulling up her pants as she watched me, “I feel like I should be thanking you.”

“You’re welcome then.”

She touched my hip then, “You’ve been tense these past few days… are you ok?”

I nodded, “Yea, just a lot of things going on.”

She kissed me softly, confusing me just a bit more. She responded, “Yea, I could tell. You didn’t give me much mercy.”

This time I felt myself blush as I sighed, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Are you kidding? No, God no.”

I smirked, allowing my ego to boost just a little bit more, “Good.”

She sighed, “We should get out of here before we get in trouble.”

“Yea, cause your moans were so loud I’m pretty sure the entire town heard you.”

She shoved me playfully, walking out of the locker room and into the cool autumn evening, “I couldn’t hold it in.”

I questioned, “If you don’t like that girl that’s a bully, why didn’t you let me beat her?”

“Because you’ll take the fall for it and probably be suspended, or expelled.”

I laughed, “Well, thanks for the looking out but she has it coming.”

“Shay’s also the best catcher we’ve ever had, and if we lose her… it’ll be really rough.”

I groaned, “Well can you tell me why Shay seems to have it out for me?”

Emma shrugged, looking up at me from under her brown hair, “Maybe she’s jealous.”

“Jealous?”

She nodded in response.

“Jealous of what?”

We stopped at Emma’s car and she smirked, “Sam, really? I mean look at you, you’re a hot-ass lesbian. She’s the complete opposite, although still a lesbian, she’s not nearly as pretty and confident as you. She’s jealous of you, idiot.”

I laughed, realizing Emma’s theory actually made a lot of sense. I flicked my hair behind my shoulder and leaned on Emma’s car, smiling, “That makes sense.”

“Of course it makes sense,” Emma looked up at me, allowing her hand to travel to the hem of my pants. She gripped them tightly and pulled me into her, smirking, “Maybe next time I can fuck you. Consider it paying you back.”

I raised my eyebrow at her, smirking, “Emma, are you telling me you like fucking girls?”

“I like fucking you.”

Her response seemed to have a positive and negative affect on me, and for some reason I didn’t know how to react to it. I gazed at her with a confused expression, wondering what I could possibly say without coming off as a bitch. I sighed heavily, “Emma-”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she interrupted, “I didn’t mean for it come out like that.”

I stood there, too confused to say or do anything, but as soon as I opened my mouth to respond Emma cut me off again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Then she was in her car and driving out of the parking lot, leaving me alone to try and figure out what exactly had just happened. I had been joking with her about the whole situation, and I had been okay with being her first girl, but what had she meant when she said she liked fucking me? As in the sense she didn’t want to be with any other girl? Or in the I would like to be your girlfriend sense?

That last one was a bit scary.

She had seemed so genuine when she said it, as if she hadn’t needed to think about a response. Like the response was completely natural and normal for her, with absolutely no hesitation.

But the thing that was most scary was how I hadn’t even felt afraid of being only with her. As if I wouldn’t mind that.

Oh God what was happening to me?

I nearly ran to my car, revving it up and peeling out of the parking lot, lighting a cigarette in the process. I smoked quickly, praying for the anxiety deep in my chest to just go away. Relationships weren’t my thing, they never were, I never could be faithful, and I was way too selfish.

And I really couldn’t do that to Emma.

Then suddenly I remembered that on top of all of this horse-shit, I had to go home to Megan and possibly face the music. I had offered to be her fake girlfriend, which I agreed was a really stupid idea, and I just knew she was dying to chew me out for it. I really didn’t want to fight with Megan, especially after this shitty day I had, and the girlfriend idea was a big ole mistake.

No telling what she was going to say when I got home.

I pulled up into the garage, stepping out of my car and putting out my cigarette. The hammering in my chest was driving me crazy, and suddenly I felt just a tad afraid of going inside.

What was I so scared for?

I was Sam Carson, infamous heartbreaker and calloused lesbian, and I had managed to never let anyone intimidate me. I had shut everyone out and only allowed a few to have an impact on my life.

Why was Megan so different?

She wasn’t like the other girls, and that was because she wasn’t a girl, she was a woman. She was my teacher, of course, and she was a little too bitchy and demanding for my taste, but I couldn’t shake her. She lingered in my brain every second of the day, and had managed to completely flip my world upside down.

It was driving me insane.

I decided to stop procrastinating and walk inside, smelling food cooking in the kitchen. It was as if I was holding my breath, waiting for Megan to show herself and possibly bitch-slap me across the apartment.

I rounded the corner, seeing her stirring something on the stove, and not even looking up at me.

I spoke from afar, making sure she couldn’t fling hot noodles at me if she got too angry, “What are you cooking?”

“Chicken pasta,” she answered shortly, as if she didn’t know what else to say to me.

I questioned, “Megan, are you upset?”

She sighed, putting down her spoon and draining the water out of the noodles, “I’m not mad as so much confused. Sam, why would you think offering to pretend to be my girlfriend would be a good idea?”

I shrugged, “Just wanted to help, besides, don’t you kind of want to get rid of Nikki?”

Megan looked down then, as if internally debating the question, which gave me the answer I needed.

I nearly whispered, “You want her back, don’t you?”

She shook her head, “Yes, there’s always that glint of hope, but I know better ok? I know better than to think Nikki will just waltz back into my life without a care. And I know she’s extremely jealous when it comes to me, which is why I didn’t completely dismiss the stupid idea.”

I smirked, “So you considered it?”

“Sadly, yes.”

I laughed, “Oh god, I thought you were mad at me all day.”

“I was, don’t get me wrong. I was furious when you first brought it up, but now… it makes a lot of sense why you would say it because you seem to know girls just like Nikki. You know what would make her angry, and possibly get her out of my life for good.”

I crossed my arms, basking in the thought that she was actually agreeing with this. I smirked, “Well you know, I’m full of great ideas.”

She shook her head, “I’m not saying I’m agreeing we should do it, I was just saying I wasn’t completely mad at you.”

I smiled, “Well, the offers still on the table.”

“Yea well, don’t get your hopes up.”

“They always are Megan.”

***A/N***

Hey guys, back from vacation and ready to start writing again! Here’s the chapter you’ve all been waiting on! Enjoy and Happy Reading!