Song: "Body Say" by Demi Lovato

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Heather ate lunch inside the following week. She knew all the boys from the fraternity would be outside, and she wasn't in the mood to see one in particular. She knew she'd have to see him later at school, and she needed to prepare for it. What do I even say to him? What will he say to me, if anything at all? She nervously took small bites from her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

A few minutes later, she got a text from Courtney. 'Hey, where are you, Heath?'

'Inside'

'Why?'

'I just don't want to eat outside today.'

'Want me to come in?' Courtney frowned as she texted. By now, she knew something was wrong with her best friend. It had been weeks, and she was still acting strange. But she also knew she couldn't get anything out of Heather easily. She felt like Heather always held so much back from her from the start.

'I don't care. Do what you want.'

Courtney sighed and went inside. She sat down on the couch next to Heather. "Come on, H. I want my best friend out there with me! It's nice outside." She shrugged in response. "You know, this is really bothering me, Heather."

"What is?"

"Your recent mood."

"This is my mood all the time."

"No, it isn't."

She crossed her arms. "You know what, Courtney? Why don't you talk to Alejandro? I'm sure he'd love your company."

"Whoa, um...ok?"

"What? You told me you enjoyed your date last night. Go and have fun. I don't feel like talking to anyone."

Courtney furrowed her eyebrows. "Wait a minute...I know what this is about. You like Alejandro."

"I already told you I don't! What makes you think that?!"

"Hmm? Maybe when you snapped at me last night for no reason? Or, you know, what you JUST said to me?"

"Courtney, I simply don't want to talk to people. Why can't you understand that?"

"You've been like this for over two weeks now. I'm not stupid. You've had plenty of chances with Alejandro-"

"Just shut up! I don't like him!"

She rolled her eyes. "Ok, fine. Fine. I won't ask you again. And we will be going on a second date at some point this week. I'm starting to like him more. Who knows? Maybe after a few more dates, we'll become official."

She's moving way too fast. Would he want to become official with her? Cause from what I've seen, he's not a commitment type of guy. "Ok, whatever. I don't care." Heather only told herself that so she could get over him. The moment she felt the slightest of feelings for anyone or anything, she would immediately bury them deep into the ground so they'd never resurface. That way, she'd never get hurt. I've done it before. I can do it now.

Courtney looked at her, trying to figure her out. Then she shook her head. "I've got to get back on campus."

"Bye." Heather checked the time on her phone. It was almost time for the last two classes of the day. She just wanted to get it over with- especially the last class. She grabbed her things before throwing away her half-eaten sandwich and walked to school.

The first hour was uneventful. She listened, took notes, and left. She mentally prepared herself for business class as she shuffled down the hallway. Her knuckles were white from her death grip on her textbook.

What came next nearly gave her a heart attack. Someone grabbed her and pulled her into the janitor's closet. She almost dropped her book. Before she could scream, a hand covered her mouth from behind. "It's just me," a low, gravelly voice whispered.

Her eyes averted sideways— as if she could see him from this angle. She yanked his hand off and spun around, glowering at him. "What the fuck are you doing?!" She hissed quietly.

"I thought maybe you and I could recreate our little tango dance," Alejandro smirked.

Heather's cheeks went hot. Then she slapped him. "You're a real creep; you know that?!"

He rubbed his cheek but didn't look phased at all by her slap. "It's not like I could get your attention in any other way."

"Well, my answer is no. What happened on Friday was a mistake."

"Did you not enjoy it as much as I?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"No, I..." she blushed. "I-I did, but...aren't you going out with Courtney now?"

"Yeah, going out. Not together."

"Wow, I guess she's the perfect catch then, huh?" Heather mocked. "Someone you can talk sweet to while fucking other girls on the side?"

He rolled his eyes. "Oh please, she even told me she was going to see other men. She's keeping her options open. I love keeping mine open as well." He smirked at her.

"Man whore," she muttered.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with what I am doing, chica. I have a feeling that you may just resent me in general. But that is ok."

"You know I do more than just resent you, Alejandro."

"As do I. You keep getting in the way of a lot of things."

"Like what?!"

"None of your business. Do not worry your pretty head about it."

"Ugh! You're so fucking annoying! Why can't you just stop flirting with everyone?!"

"Cause it is fun. And you have the best reactions." He stepped closer to her, ever so slowly reaching his hand out to touch her hair. Heather almost stepped back, but her legs wouldn't budge.

He moved the hair out of her face and rested his hand on her cheek. "Do you know how beautiful you are when you blush?"

She swallowed hard, barely able to contain her hunger for his touch. She placed her hands on his upper arms and kissed him. Alejandro deepened the kiss, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist, so she was pressed up against him.

As the kiss became more heated, Heather slid her hand up his shirt. She had no idea she missed this until she was near him again. He shook with pleasure at the touch of her delicate hand. He brought his hands up to fondle her breasts. She moaned against his mouth and lifted his shirt more, which he frantically tossed over his head.

He then backed her up against the wall, kissing her intensely, practically shoving his tongue down her throat. Heather, hardly able to keep up, was already running out of breath. But she didn't care now.

Alejandro eventually pulled away, panting. His eyes darted up and down her body wildly. "Just say the word, chica."

Heather unbuckled his belt. "Hurry up and get me undressed, jerk. I'm already almost done with you." He smirked, quickly and smoothly removing her clothes. Heather was shocked at his speed. "How did you...what?"

"I've had tons of practice."

"Oh yeah, of course," she replied flatly.

"You are the only woman I'm focused on now, though." He grabbed her waist, gently squeezing her. These words were exactly the reason Heather didn't want to turn away. She gazed into his eyes lustfully as her hand moved to the back of his head. Alejandro felt like he was flying. Fuck, her eyes...

She caught him off guard by kissing his neck. Her other hand was wrapped around his cock. "Do I stroke it like this?" She whispered in his ear.

"Mmmm yes..." he let out a shaky breath. She looked down as she moved her hand back and forth, tranced by the way it looked together. "That feels so good, Heather. Keep going."

She did as he told her, gradually speeding up. She had done as much research as possible about how to please a guy in her teen years so she wouldn't embarrass herself later. "Does it still feel good?"

"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Is that even a question?" He chuckled breathlessly. Something about him being weak from her touch really turned her on.

"I just want to make sure I'm doing it right, you know?" She purposefully pressed her chest against his.

"You are definitely doing it right...oh my god." He threw his head back. He continued to let her jerk him off until he felt he was getting close. He took her hand off and started touching her.

"Oh god, I don't know if I need...ahhh. Alejandro, I think I'm ready."

"Ok, mi ángel." He removed his fingers and kissed her again, more slowly this time. Did he just call me...? Heather would've commented on that, but she was too lost in lust to care.

Once again, Alejandro had a condom ready in his back pocket. He slid inside her with ease, shuddering at her warmth. Heather breathed heavily, letting a whimper escape from her lips. He groped her butt as he started thrusting in and out.

Heather ran her hands up and down his arms, desperately wanting to grab onto something due to how intense the pleasure felt. She lightly gripped Alejandro's shoulders. "Oh my god..."

Just the sound of her voice made him nearly lose it. "Ahhh...Heather!"

"Faster! Oh god, please!"

He pounded her relentlessly, panting through clenched teeth. She gripped onto him harder, her nails digging into his skin.

Heather cried out as quietly as she could when she orgasmed, her whole body going numb. Alejandro buried his head in the crook of her neck as he finished, sucking on her neck hard.

"Don't tell me I have a hickey now," Heather groaned.

He pulled out and away from her to check. "Oops, sorry," he smirked.

"You are so not sorry for that!"

"I know," he laughed, smiling at her adoringly. Heather noticed this look and quickly changed the subject. I'm not falling for his stupid mind games.

"So, I guess we missed class then. Great. Now I'm going to have to look up the notes on the class page."

"This is so much better than class, don't you think?"

She scoffed. "Pig."

"Do not act like you weren't just all over me."

She rolled her eyes, a playful smirk in the corner of her lips. She started getting back into her clothes.

"Ah-ha, thank goodness there is a trashcan in here. Otherwise, I would've had to walk out with a used condom in my hand or ruin my jeans with it if I chose to put it in my pocket."

"How can you even see past two feet in front of you? It's pretty dark in here."

"I have excellent night vision."

"Uh-huh, sure. You probably just felt around for it."

"Oh, but that is simply not true, Heather. You must be jealous."

"Believe me. I'm not."

"Why must you tell such lies?" He teased.

"It's not a lie. I don't believe your night vision shit."

He laughed. "Heather is jealous! She wants to see as well as I in the night!"

"...Shut up!" Heather giggled.

"If only we could trade eyes. But then again, I love looking at your grey ones. They are absolutely stunning."

"I..." she smiled, blushing. "Thank you."

Alejandro was so happy to -kind of, due to the dark - see her smile. Her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world.

"I've got to go home. Well, er...to ballet practice. Then home."

"Have fun."

"I will."

She walked out of the closet, making sure to cover up her hickey with a scarf she luckily had in her backpack. You did it again, Heather. What is wrong with me? What am I doing? What is this feeling? And if he's still faking, how can he fake this much?