"You're breaking the rules, Miss Riley," Jack smiled. "We're supposed to stay on campus. My special place is nowhere near here."

"Where is it?" I couldn't help but tilt my head and look at him a certain way. I'm sure he would read me in a flirtacious manner. Maybe I was flirting, maybe I wasn't.

"You'll see," he licked his lips. "One day soon, hopefully. Waiting until after my birthday. I have a hunch my parents are getting me a car."

"That sounds nice," I nodded. "I doubt I'll be getting a car anytime soon."

"Play your cards right and I'll let you drive one of these days," he winked at me.

Okay, this kid was heavy on the flirting and he was winning me over without even trying too hard. This is not good. Not good at all. If I were Superman, well, Superwoman, he would be my hunk of kryptonite. Making my entire body its weakest without even touching me.

Jack wanted to have a little sneaky fun. He wanted to see how much we could wander the halls without getting caught by the school security or anyone from the main office that likes to wander the halls for who knows what reason. It was like a game. We must have walked about 4 laps around the school until the bell rung. We blended in as the hallways filled with fellow students.

I watched as Aaron from group showed a super disinterest in a cute little brunette that was clearly flirting with him.

"Hey Aaron," she had said all giggly toward him.

All Aaron did was turn around from his locker and wave at her with a half-assed smile. His eyes rolled when he turned back around. I approached him and Jack followed. I leaned against the locker next to Aaron's with my arms crossed. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What," Aaron uttered.

"Do you have to be such a charming heartbreaker?" Hopefully he sensed my sarcasm. "That girl clearly likes you."

"Who? Maisie? Just because someone likes me doesn't mean I have to automatically date them," he replied, shoving a book into his locker.

"True," Jack jumped in. "But you'll never know how amazing she might be until you give her a test drive. Right Imogen?"

I looked up at Jack and he wiggled his eyebrows up & down with a stupid grin. Sly fucker. I whipped my head back down at Aaron, some of my hair decided to stick to my lip gloss. Hated when it did that.

"He's right, Aaron," I said, moving the hair off my laquered lips. "And I mean, she's a pretty girl. Looks nice."

"That's it. She's too nice. I'd probably break her soul in half," he elaborated. "I need someone kind of like you I guess. Your soul doesn't really care. No offense."

I didn't let it show how much that kind of hurt. I kept my composure, though. Imogen Riley is to never show signs of weakness, although Jack has already succeeded in breaking down one of my four walls. I just have to rebuild it before he breaks down the last three.

I shrugged and got off the locker. "Okay, Carpenter. See you in group."

I've got my work cut out for me but I'm feeling charitable. First I have to fix Cousin Jack. If he's going to openly broadcast to half of Westside High that we're related, then we're going to have to look and act like we are. It's not enough that I'm tanned with jet black hair (originally a simple brunette) & he's pale with blonde combed hair- but this whole country club act is not flying with me.

Second...I'm going to fix up Maisie. What girl wouldn't be up for a makeover? I'm not going to slut her up. Maybe just a tad. But I'm also going to give her a crash course on how to pull the guy she wants and not take no for an answer.

But first...Gilinsky. What am I going to do with this piece of sex for the rest of the day? I would say I need drugs, but that just makes me more horny. Same with alcohol.

The hallways eventually start to clear out and we hide out in the vending machine hallway that had a dimmed flickering lightbulb. We were side by side between two machines in near darkness. We still heard a few footsteps walking around. The hair on my arms rose like I was near an electric current, but it wasn't that. It was Jack's hand brushing against mine. His fingers slightly moved and I realized it wasn't just because we were in a tight space. He was legitimately caressing my hand and forearm. His fingers traced down to my palm and he locked his fingers with mine.

"What are you doing," I whispered.

"Taking a chance," he whispered back. He finally turned his head and looked at me. The flickering light kept accentuating every feature of his face, his jaw...his neck as he gulped.

I felt it, my 2nd wall weakening and willingly crumbling down to its demise. He didn't even need to knock it down with force. My heart was pounding against my chest so much, I thought it bounced itself up into my throat. It was hard to speak after that. I believe I was taking shallow breaths- either that or I wasn't breathing at all.

He tugged on my hand until we were facing each other. His other hand found my chin and he tilted my head up a bit.

"I can't," I whispered.

"Why not," he whispered too, lingering inches in front of my lips. His breathing was deep, almost orgasmic. He was trembling, holding back with all the strength he could.

"I'm no good, you'll get hurt."

He moved my hand so that it was over his shoulder, doing the same with my other hand. Now his hands had found my waist and he inched in closer.

"Then hurt me."

His lips immediately rushed against mine. Our mouths fit together perfectly, never parting. We were stuck against each other like magnets. I swear I saw stars behind my closed eyelids. My fingers ran through his soft hair, rubbing his scalp. I still felt agony. I felt like we should be doing more...but more than sex. I wanted to drink his soul until I was drunk and still begging for more. His fingers felt like heaven against the back of my neck. His tongue wrote poetry against mine. Then I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I've been avoiding and I abruptly ended our moment.

"I'm sorry," I said, touching my lips.

I moved away from him but he still held his arms out to me.

"Don't be. We can take it slower," he suggested. "I know I've only known you for two days but it doesn't feel that way. I feel like we were meant to meet."

I scoffed, trying to put back every emotion I was feeling back into its respectful hiding place. "Don't, don't say shit like that, alright? That poetic cosmic shit. I'm-" I had to stop talking to try and catch my breath. What is he doing to me?

"Let's go back to the bleachers, we can talk," he pleaded.

"Um," my voice trembled. "I have to go. Tell Manon I'm sorry for missing group today."

I didn't give him a chance to say anything else. I ran out of that hallway, putting my backpack on.

"Young lady," I heard an older male shout behind me. But I stormed out of the front door, throwing behind me the crumpled yellow slip I had in my pocket.

When I was in the clear and walking down the desolate & quiet neighborhood street, I tried my best not to cry. My heart knew what it wanted, but my brain kept reminding me of the reasons I shouldn't go down that road. Reasons I didn't feel like listing to myself for the 86th time.

It was getting harder to breathe. I almost turned around to run back to Jack. Why did he have to be so fucking perfect? I stood still on the sidewalk, sniffling and catching my breath. I turned around...

But before I could begin to walk, a black car with a spoiler and dark tinted windows pulled up by me, revving its engine. The window rolls down and it's Sammy.

"Hot stuff," he said, chewing his gum. "Shouldn't you be in escuela?"

"I should. But I felt like leaving," I responded.

He looked me up and down and nodded to the side for me to get in. I wasted no time getting in the car and we drove off.

"Sorry about yesterday. She wasn't supposed to get home so early," Sammy apologized.

"It's fine," I sniffled.

"You okay?"

"Allergies. Dust."

"Oh. Well, my mom's spending the day at my grandma's about 3 hours away," he smirked.

I just nodded. I needed to get my mind off everything. I needed to snap out of it and rebuild my protective walls. They've done a good job for a year and a half. I built them after my dead-to-me ex-boyfriend cheated for the last time.

When we got inside of Sammy's, off went his RVCA shirt, off came my Legalize It tank top. He threw me onto his bed and kissed down my stomach until he reached my bellybutton. He unbutton & unzipped the Dickie pants I wore. They were originally Taylor's but he let me keep them.

Sammy pulled them off me and then stripped down to his navy blue boxer briefs. His hands traveled up my thighs and pulled my panties down. He bent down and plunged his tongue into me. Suddenly I was drunk in the way I was used to. Sammy knew what he was doing. I placed my legs over his shoulders as his tongue rapidly moved between my thighs. I moaned, I squealed, but I didn't peak yet. His hands moved underneath me and he picked me up, moving me further back onto the bed. I pulled his underwear down and used my feet to continue pushing them down.

His silver chain nearly poked me in the eye as he hovered above me. We laughed and he took it off, placing it on the nightstand. At the same time, he reached in the drawer and took out a condom. While he did that, I reached behind and unbuckled my bra, tossing it across the room. Sammy bit his lip as he gazed at me and rolled the condom on.

He then lowered himself between my legs and kissed me all over my neck and chin. He kissed my lips as he pushed inside of me. I gasped against his mouth and he pounded me.

"Oh sh-," he groaned in my ear, grabbing wherever he could.

He never skipped a beat. The way he kept stroking me to a certain rhythm was giving me a high that I craved without consequence. I threw my arms over him as he put his back into it.

"Yeah baby," he whispered. "Come for daddy."

My breath hitches and I shiver beneath him. My nails dig into his back as he thrusts faster. At first he bites back a moan but then cries out, breathing heavily against my collarbone. I soon followed. My eyes rolled back and I tried not to moan too loudly. I screamed out every obscenity and banged my hand against the headboard behind me.

"Fuck, baby," Sammy breathed, kissing on my neck and pulling out. He falls onto the other side of the bed and grabs a tissue, taking the condom off.

I laid there in a daze beside him, placing my hands on my cheeks. I sat up.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I told him.

"End of the hallway, babe."

I took the black bedsheet with me, wrapping it around my body that now smells like Sammy's Axe spray. Locking the bathroom door behind me, I leaned against the white walls and silently cried. Not even Sammy could fuck the feelings out of me.

"Yo!" I heard Sammy shout.

I splashed water on my face, dried it, and quickly went back out. But I didn't see Sammy. I walked down the hallway and heard him talking.

"Not really the best time," he said. "I'm kinda busy, feel me?"

I peeked around the corner and saw Sammy, shirtless in front of the opened front door. On the other side...was Jack. And his eyes met mine. I had to hold on to the wall beside me, nearly collapsing. His lips parted a little and his eyes...I couldn't even begin to describe how hurt they looked. Sammy had no idea we saw each other. He kept babbling on about how good the sex was, but not mentioning it was with me. My bottom lip trembled but I took a deep breath to try and stop it.

"That's cool bro," Jack had said. "I'm probably gonna go hang out with what's-her-name. From Skate's party."

"Lianne?" Sammy said. "Bro she wanted you so bad. Go get that."

"Yeah," Jack's jaw clenched as he looked at me, then looked back at Sammy. "I guess I should. I'll catch you later."

And then the door was closed. I rushed back into the bathroom and felt numb as I stared into the mirror.

"See what happens when you knock down walls, stupid bitch?"

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Author's Note: Talk about bad timing! Hurts so good, feels so bad. Plz vote & comment! Your comments on my stories have been giving me motivation and many smiles! xx