《A Freshman and A Senior...Love?》A Freashman and A Senior...Love? Chapter 6
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I managed to stand up after Alex kneed me in the balls.
I don't know why girls do that.
I also didn't understand how she managed to turn me on like that.
I knew she was pretty, but I had no idea how hot - I mean - mildly attractive she was.
I walked to my next class and realized that she still had my phone.
"Ugh" I sighed.
Alexandra's Point Of View
As I walked to the office the bell rang.
So I headed toward my last period class of the day.
On my way there I took out Finn's phone.
What should I do with it.
Should I 'accidentally' drop it in the toilet or should I put honey on it.
I know!
I'll delete all of his contacts.
I smiled to myself as I started to delete everything.
*****
The bell rang for school to be over, but for me it wasn't over.
I had two more hours of hell.
I walked over to my locker slowly and took out what I needed and put in what I didn't.
I saw Carey and Finn walk by together. Finn had his arm around her waist.
They stopped at her locker and started to kiss each other.
It was gross.
"Hey, Alex" I heard a familiar voice say.
I turned around to see Travis.
I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Hey," I said
"Do you want a ride home?" he asked putting his hands in his pockets.
"I would, but, stupid Finn got me a detention" I said closing my locker.
"Okay" he said, he looked disappointed.
"But, you can walk me there. I don't know where it is"
"Okay," he said smiling again.
Travis walked me to the detention room and wished me good luck.
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I walked in the large empty room.
Now on was there, just me.
I sat down and took out my homework.
As I took out my math homework, Finn walked in.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him
"I got detention, duh," he said walking over to me. "Now, can I please have my phone?"
A smile went across my face. "Sure" I said as I slid it out of my pocket.
He smiled and grabbed it out of my hands. "I missed you so much, did the mean girl hurt you?" he whispered in a baby voice.
I rolled my eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, this is my baby, my life, my everything" he said turning it on.
I went back to my work, waiting for him to realize that...
"What did you do?!" he yelled at me.
"Hm?" I asked
"Why would...how could...really? You deleted all my contacts"
"I did?" I grabbed his phone and looked at his blank contact list. "Well look at that, I did. My bad"
I said going back to my homework.
He snatched my homework off my desk and lifted it in the air.
"Give it back" I said.
"No" he said walking away from me.
He took out his pencil and began erasing my answers.
I raced over to him. "Stop!" I said as I tried to get my homework back.
He lifted it higher in the air. "Stop what?"
I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, fine here" he said throwing the paper on the floor.
I picked it up and walked back over to my chair.
I sat down and quickly jumped back up. "Ow!" I said grabbing my butt.
Finn started to laugh so hard he fell on the floor.
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I looked at the seat of my chair and there was a tack there.
"You're a jerk!" I said stomping away.
"Are you okay?" he asked sitting up.
"Yeah, I'm fine"
"Come here" he said.
I raised an eye brow at him. "No"
"Just come here"
I walked over to him slowly. "Turn around"
I did what he said and turned around.
Finn smacked my butt. "You'll be okay"
I turned around at Finn ready to yell at him, but he pulled me down to the floor, with him, and got on top of me.
"What are you doing? Get off of me" I yelled in his face.
He simply smirked at me and trailed his hand up my leg, my bare leg.
I felt a chill as his warm hand worked their way up my leg.
His hand stopped at my waist. Finn sneaked both of his hands behind me as he placed his head between my neck.
His warm breath tickled my neck.
I hate to admit it but, I was really turned on by this. I didn't want it to stop.
Finn had me in this weird trance.
He rubbed my back slowly as his other hand grabbed my butt.
"Finn!" I yelled startled.
He laughed and looked me in the eyes. He put me right back in my trace again.
He smirked at me, like he knew what he was doing.
He quickly got off of me and sat down in a seat.
Right on cue the teacher walked in. "What are you doing on the floor?" she asked me.
"I fell, but I'm okay" I said getting up.
"Good. Now! There will be no talking aloud" she said as she sat down at the front desk.
I picked up my stuff and walked to the back of the class room.
I needed to be as far away as Finn as possible.
****
Two hours of detention with Finn was torture.
When our time was up, I ran out of the school, like it was on fire.
I raced to my house and quickly changed into my sports gear.
I ran to the woods area of the park.
I had my music up loud to block out the world.
Finn gets me so mad and so confused at the same time.
He was trying to seduced me, like I did to him.
And it worked.
So, now I have to even the playing field again.
He will not win the ... my thoughts were cut short when I ran into a muscular chest.
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