alexander david turner

The class was packed with students. For once, the English classroom was filled to its highest potential, and students were attending all classes due to the heightening of consequences threatened. It was toward the holiday time that people slacked an unruly amount.

Seating arrangements were thankfully thrown out of the window due to this. I was slightly disappointed, as I wanted any excuse to be around Autumn which sounds awfully pathetic but sadly true, especially since what happened. She saved no time in defining what we were to each other.

Matt, Miles, James and Nick don't have a clue of what has gone on, and seeing as they were all sitting next to me, I couldn't think of a more perfect time to tell them.

The only problem however was this: everyone had to remain quiet and silent in order for people to study yet obviously nobody was doing so, and everyone was passing notes.

"I ended up being the joke, not Autumn, " I write and pass it to Matt who passes it to Nick and so forth.

It eventually comes back to me, and a series of question marks is scribbled over it. I turn the note over and begin to write again. "Will tell later. God knows who's hands will get this."

No response came back of course, as there wasn't much to say, but I know for a fact that they must've rolled their eyes. A note did come back to me however.

"Janitor's closet after English. Got something of yours. -A," it reads. I could tell by the scribbled, effortless cursive in the writing that it was definitely written by Autumn.

Out of plain curiosity, I turned the paper over and saw some vague rubbed out pencil writing, definitely not written by Autumn. It was a heart with the initials TM and ACR.

I could feel my stomach drop as I saw Taylor's hands lace with Autumn's. There she was, Taylor: Autumn's rebound. I wasn't flattering myself, I just knew that Autumn could never be in a serious relationship with anybody.

I just stared at the wall for the remainder of the lesson, thinking about Taylor touching the same skin I had, kissing the same lips I kissed. A heavy weight in my chest formed called jealousy. It got heavier as I thought of things more deeply.

Even with undesired thoughts in my head, time passed unreasonably fast as the bell rang to an incredibly loud degree as students rushed out of the classroom.

"I'll see you lot at lunch," I said, and they raised their eyebrows but nodded along anyway as I rushed to the cleaner's room. I knew I was going to be interrogated by them later but that was the last thing on my mind.

I knew that it was a habit of Autumn's to be fashionably late, but the adrenaline that pumped in every cell of me just did not care at all. My heart was just thumping at the thought of what she wanted to say. I knew she just wanted to return my shirt, but at least I got to see her, and speak to her.

Despite my carefully, well thought out prediction, there she was typing away on her little phone, before seeing me and putting it on the table behind her. She was wearing my black triumph shirt again, and just that gesture made me smile.

"This is yours," She says, taking off her jacket to take off my shirt and handed it to me. She took off my shirt, and was left in her bra: again. I shut my eyes and pray to something, or someone that I have self control, because I was so upset at her for what she said.

"What makes you think I want it?" I retaliated, and she simply raised her eyebrow, only looking to the floor for a moment.

"Because you came here," she smiled, rolling her eyes as she came closer to me.

"I wanted to hear what you," I paused, slightly out of breath as she kept coming closer to me, "had to say."

Her torso was now against mine. "Is this what you did to Taylor?" I exhaled, and our foreheads met.

She stepped back, and this smile took over her face. "What," she whispered, almost laughing. "Are you jealous?"

"Are you surprised?" I said, looking straight at her, dead serious. I think she was a little taken aback.

She bit her lip. She came a little too close for comfort. Her breasts pinned against my chest. "I bet you're turned on at the thought of it. I bet you want me to touch you like I did her, I bet it's your fetish-"

I put my hand against her chest and pushed her to the wall opposite us, pulling her arms together, securing her wrists with my hand. I had no idea where all of this confidence was coming from. "When have I ever thought that?" I growled, my breath hot against her ear. "When have I dismissed what you feel?" I hiss.

She laced her legs with mine. "You never showed me," She whispered.

"Let's be clear then," I say, staring into her eyes before slamming my lips against hers. It was fast, and sloppy. We were kissing rapidly and my hands were still wrapped against her wrists, and we were just rubbing ourselves against each other in order to feel each other.

"Let me go, damnit," she groans, removing her wrists from my grasp. Her clammy hands were against my cheeks, and my hands were placed around her waist. We didn't wave our hands around, we just rubbed ourselves against each other until we felt like stopping.

"Perks of skirts,eh?" she smiles as she takes off her white underwear, and the nervousness doesn't kick in. I kiss her collarbones and chest, rubbing my hands against her bra strap.

"Can I take this off?" I asked, taking a deep breath as we are both out of breath.

"I am sweating for you, Alex. You have my consent to do whatever you want-"

"I don't think that's how it works-" I explain but she takes off her bra and pulls me closer with it.

"Clothes. Off. Now."

I take off my shirt and trousers and begin to kiss her again, as we slowly make our way to lie down on the floor. Had to be clean, right? "I peel off my boxers, as Autumn hums in acceptance, and I widen my brows. before kissing her lips once more. "Have you got anything?" I ask, and she takes a condom out of the back of her phone, and puts it on for me, teasing me slowly as she lifts and lowers her hand against me.

I put myself inside her, as her legs are wrapped around my neck, and it is quite hard to go slow like that, and so I thrust hard and fast, but not so fast because I did not want it to end. It felt so amazing that I felt my eyes roll back in pleasure.

She shoves me on the floor and rides me herself, and it felt good to have a break and see her on top of me, so breathless and beautiful. She leans down to kiss me as we both come simultaneously and her moans are a blessed harmony.

She collapsed on top of me, for a time period that felt like three seconds which was most probably forever. We're holding on to each other like jewels; who knew doing it in the cleaner's room could be so damn romantic?