With a hand rested lazily against my head, I finished scribbling down the last of my algebra homework and willed my eyes to stay open.

 Why was I still working at half eleven in the night, you may ask?

Well, one because Lucas had come over today, and he was distracting as fuck. And two, because I needed to have perfect grades if I wanted to get into med school. 

A lot of the students seemed to think I was some kind of naturally gifted freak. But in reality, the reason I did well was due to the fact I worked my arse off when nobody was looking.

I was suddenly jolted a little bit more awake by the sound of an angry knocking sound on my door.

"Ethan, if you don't stop studying and get to bed in the next five minutes, I'm going to slap your eighteen-year-old grown arse right into tomorrow," my mother hissed through the door.

At the sound of her threat, I quite quickly dropped my pen down onto the paper.

 If there was anything you needed to know to survive in my household; it was don't fuck with my mum. She might not 'slap my arse' as she so crudely put it, but she would find a chance to embarrass the shit out of me, the first chance she got.

"Okay, fine, mum, I'm going to bed," I called out with a sigh as rolled my chair out from under my desk. 

"Good," my mum huffed before storming away.

 She hadn't always been so rigid about what time I studied till, but ever since she found me asleep on my desk one morning, she suddenly got all worried. 

Rubbing a tired hand over my face, I quickly removed my glasses and dumped them lazily onto my desk. Once I had turned off the light, I grabbed the end of my shirt and pulled it over my back in a single motion before chucking it into my hamper in the corner.

Shirtless now, with only my grey joggers on, I flopped down into my bed with a tired groan before lazily draping the covers over my back.

The moment my head hit the pillow, the tiredness I was feeling started to drown me, and soon sleep swept me away.

Driving down the long empty road, I kept a lazy hand on the steering wheel and another upon the armrest. It was only as I was nearing a traffic light, did I notice someone standing by the edge of the road. 

And by someone, I mean Mia. 

 Those big brown eyes of her were fixed solely on mine and held a dangerous spark in them. It was almost as though she knew I was about to drive by and was waiting for me.

As though in a trance, I slowed the car down to a halt right in front of her. Then without a word, she just smirked before opening the passenger door and taking a seat.

I eyed her up and down in confusion, surprised by how easily she had gotten into the car. She hated me...

"Why were you just standing there?" I asked in confusion.

She just shrugged, her smile remaining on her face. "I was waiting for you," she said, her eyes never leaving my own.

My eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why? I thought you hated me after everything I did yesterday?" I asked cautiously.

She shrugged. "You're right; I do hate you," she said flatly. 

I felt a painful pang in my heart at her words, but then she shocked me by leaning closer to me and placing a hand on my knee.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want certain things from you," she drawled, her hand drifting slowly up to my leg.

I swallowed nervously; and watched as her hand drifted closer, and closer to exactly where I wanted it to be.

"Mia, w-what are you doing? "I stuttered, my breathing starting to intensify. 

She batted her eyelashes slowly; and seductively, giving me the kind of look of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. 

"Oh, Ethan, baby, I'm doing exactly what you want me to do. I'm giving you the chance to fuck me," she whispered as she teasingly bit her lips.

My eyes instantly dropped down to her lips, and I shamefully imagined myself sucking on it, biting on it, drawing it into my mouth.

Then, my very disoriented mind slowly processed what she just said, and I almost died right there on the spot. 

"Y-you want to, I-I get to what now?" I stumbled out in shock. 

I was tripping over my words like an idiot, but I was far too stunned to care. The words that were coming out of Mia's mouth were not normal at all!

Before I could rattle out another question, Mia suddenly leaned over me and pushed me roughly back by my chest. Then shocking me half to death, she crawled over the central console and settled herself boldly into the centre of my lap.

Chest to chest, with her knees, parted and splayed out to either side of me, she was quite clearly straddling me. Or, in other words, acting out one of my wildest fantasies.

 I'm not sure why God decided to grant me with such a miracle today, but fuck was I going to do anything, but accept it with wide willing hands.

My hands instantly reached out for her hips, not being able to resist the temptation not to touch her. She was fucking gorgeous, and she was sitting right on my lap. Mia Collins was sitting on my lap. 

 And she was smiling at me...

"You like this, don't you?" I knew you would," she whispered as she continued to bite her lip. 

Why did she keep biting her lip like that? Didn't she know what it did to me?

My finger dug into her hips as I struggled with the urge not to kiss her, because boy, was it hard right now. 

Her beautiful dark hair was draped beautifully all to one side, and her lips looked so soft, and torturously kissable. I wouldn't blink an eye if someone told me she was some kind of siren who was put on this earth to lure me to my death.

I swallowed harshly as Mia moved her mouth to my ear and brushed her lips loosely against my skin. "I need you so badly, right now," she breathed, her voice heavy with lust.

 Her words turned me on in a way, I never thought possible, and I groaned and squirmed a little in my seat. There was a very painfully obvious tent in my pants that was very much begging to be released. 

To be fair, it always seemed to want to be released around Mia...

Then deciding to bring me close to death, Mia brushed her lips down my neck before stopping at the base. Then suddenly, she started to kiss and suck boldly at the skin with a hungry kind of intensity.

"Mia," I breathed out shakily as the feeling became too much for me to handle. 

Mia seemed to take my moan as encouragement, and her hands fumbled down to my chest, and she hastily started to undo the buttons as though she was on a race to get me shirtless as quickly as possible.

Not even undoing all the buttons, she just ripped it off me savagely before chucking it in a ball at our feet. "

Holy shit," I breathed, an excited smile pulling to my face at seeing her so dominating.

She just giggled at my reaction, and then slowly and tantalizingly drifted her hand down my naked chest so that my muscles rippled at her touch.

"Mia," I whispered out painfully as her hands neared the waistband of my jeans.

She made direct eye contact with me and smirked as though she enjoyed watching me squirm.

One of her elegant fingers then dipped under the waistband and started to slowly trace the rim. "You really wanna fuck me, huh?" she whispered, keeping her voice low and sultry.

"Mia," I whispered out in a carnal groan as I started to shuffle around. "Please," I begged. 

I didn't even know what I was begging for specifically; all I knew was it involved me and her, and a whole lot less clothing.

But then suddenly, Mia stopped and removed her hands. "You do know this is a dream, right?" she asked plainly.

My eyes furrowed. "What the hell are you talking about? This is real! You got in the car, sat on my lap, and now we're about to have s-"

The words died in my throat as I realized how ridiculous what I said sounded. 

Mia Collins hated me. Mia Collins wouldn't touch me with a stick, let alone have sex with me. 

This wasn't the real Mia.

"Oh shit," I whispered.

As the words left my mouth, Mia and everything around me started to fade away, and suddenly I emerged in blackness.

 The sight instantly washed away the last of my hope, and I realized that once again I had been tricked by my delusional brain that I was about to have a sexy session with Mia Collins. 

For fucks sake, that had to be the third one this week... 

 In my last horny dream, Mia just sort of ran into my room naked; and jumped on me. It was honestly starting to become a medical problem at this point.

As I thought more bitter thoughts to myself, the lights suddenly switched on and blinded me.

I winced and lazily covered an arm over my eyes to block the light. Through my blurred vision, I just about made out a small little figure peeking out from behind the door which I instantly recognized as belonging to my little brother.

"Ethan, I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you tonight?" Dylan asked shyly, his eyes all widened and innocent.

My heart instantly melted, and I sat up with a soft smile on my face. "Of course, you can, buddy," I croaked out in a raspy voice as I shuffled up to make room for him.

A happy toothy grin spread out all over Dylan's face, and he barrelled over to me in excitement before jumping onto the bed.

"You're a crazy little man, aren't you?" I chuckled as I pulled him into a hug before ruffling his hair playfully. 

He screamed out in laughter. "Stop it, Ethan, stop it," he giggled.

 I let him go with a smile on my face. "Shh, don't wake mum up," I whispered gently.

"Oh, yeah, oops," he said as he slapped his hands over his face.

 "Now, what kind of dream got you all scared, my brave little man, huh?" I asked, putting on a dramatic voice for effect.

"I-I dreamed that there were spiders all over me...and..and they were trying to eat my brains," he said, tapping his head to emphasize his point. 

I watched him tell the story in amusement. "Wow, no wonder you were scared. That sounds terrifying. I'm glad I don't get any dreams like that," I gasped.

"Oh, what kind of dreams do you normally get, Ethan?" Dylan asked as he tilted his head curiously.

My body instantly froze at his question. The dreams I had were nowhere near appropriate for sharing with six-year old's.

I cleared my throat. "Er...adult dreams, nothing you'd understand," I explained quickly. 

"Oh," he said simply. "Well, goodnight, Ethan," he smiled before wiggling underneath the covers.

 I chuckled. "Goodnight, little man," I whispered as I gently stroked his forehead.

 Once I heard him start to breathe more softly, I turned back around and tried to get back to sleep.

"Ethan, wake up," an overly eager voice shouted before something soft and heavy suddenly whacked me across the face.

I let out a tired groan and rubbed the hit spot before pulling myself up into a sitting position. Just as I suspected, Dylan was bouncing up and down on the edge of my bed like a mad man on crack.

"Dylan, it's so early. Why did you wake me?" I croaked out moodily as I ran a heavy hand up and down my face in annoyance. 

As cute as Dylan was, he was still my little brother, and little brothers could be annoying as fuck when they wake you up in the morning.

"I woke you up because I'm confused why you've got a weird boy on your phone," Dylan said as he scrunched up his face in confusion. 

"What are you on about?" I whispered, not understanding a word that was coming out of his mouth. 

"Here, look," he said as he pushed a metal object into my chest.

I took it from him with a raised brow and looked it over. It was a phone. 

But, the problem was, it wasn't mine...

I quickly switched the phone on; so I could investigate further. A picture of a young male quickly appeared on the screen, which I instantly recognized as being the actor from Vampire Diaries.

I had grown to know the show vert well. After I found out Mia fancied one of the guys on the show, I had downloaded about three fucking seasons worth, so I could figure out what it was she liked about him so much. 

And more importantly, how I could copy. 

I know she was supposed to hate me at the moment, but one day when I was good enough for her, I was going to have to know the steps on how to impress her.

As I stared back at the picture, everything suddenly clicked into place. I knew exactly who the phone belonged to. I mean it was obvious. 

The background picture, the little crack on the corner of the screen, the distinct purple phone case...

It was Mia's.

A smile drew to my face as I processed that fact. Holy shit, I was holding Mia Collin's phone...

Remembering Dylan was the one who found it, I looked up at him curiously. 

"Where did you find this?" I asked slowly. 

Dylan's whole face lit up as though he was proud that he had found something of interest. "Under your bed," he smiled as he pointed at the floor.

My eyebrows furrowed, wondering how Mia's phone could have possibly ended up in my bed. I twisted her phone around in my hand, and that's when I noticed the little light on the back of her phone was on.

Why would she have her flashlight on?

And that's when it hit me. She had broken in.

I looked to the window for confirmation, and just as I suspected, it was wide open. I let out a disbelieving laugh as I looked back and forth between her window and the door.

Oh my god, Mia Collins has been in my room...

Wait a second... what did she do?

My heart started to hammer away in panic, knowing there were all kinds of shitty things she could have done to me when I was asleep. I mean, I deserved it after all that crap I've put her through over the last couple of days.

I snapped my head towards Dylan at a lightning-quick speed. "Dylan, are there any weird drawings on my face? And are both my eyebrows there?" I rambled out nervously as I carefully tapped my head to make sure all my hair was there.

Dylan giggled. "No, both your eyebrows are there, silly," he laughed.

I let out a sigh of relief as I realized she hadn't fucked around with my face. I surveyed the rest of my bedroom for anything out of place or any weird booby traps, but everything looked totally normal.

What on earth did she come here to do, then? To creepily stare at my face as I slept or something?

I immediately dismissed the idea with a snort. There was no way Mia could be as creepy as me.

I soon gave up racking my brain for more reasons as to why she might have broken in and instead, looked back down at the phone. 

I had Mia Collin's phone...

Soon, a wicked smile started to slowly spread over my face as a million different evil thoughts crossed through my head.

Wow, I could have a lot of fun with this...

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Author's note:

So yeah, that's what Ethan's dream was about. What are people's thoughts lol?

Next chapter will be up very soon xx