Today is Friday, another football game and another party. I can't say I'm excited for these events, but I'm not bored of them either. I'm in between. I get to see Colten play and then I have him for the night, but then I have to stand for two hours in the blistering cold. A win win.

I was surprised to find Colten sitting at my table this morning when I wake up. Surprised yet immensely happy to see him and my brother having that same friendship.

Until he finds out you slept with his best friend and are now dating him. I hate my subconscious.

"You almost ready to go?" Jackson asks, making Colten's head snap my way. I try not to blush under his gaze that rakes my body up and down, stopping at my bare legs.

"Yeah," I finally say and wait for him to walk out the door to look back at Colten. Except, instead of him being on the chair, he's now right in front of me. I gasp in surprise, him grabbing the back of my neck and forcing my lips on his only adding to that.

It's a quick, simple kiss that ends a few moments later. I don't open my eyes right away, trying to overcome the want to jump his bone.

"Meet me by the south exit before lunch," he whispers, kissing my lips before walking out of the house, leaving me reeling.

After catching my breath, and dimming down the redness in my cheeks, I follow where Colten previously left the house.

Colten has taken the front seat of the car, leaving me in the back, but unlike before, I welcome it. Just like old times. The way the two boys converse in the front make me smile. I know that it'll all be over once my brother finds out, and I'm being hypocritical for letting it go on this long, but I'm scared. I know my brother, and he talks by using his fists.

"I'll see you later," I wave at Jackson, taking a glimpse at Colten before getting out of the truck.

I make my way over to Brittni with the thought of Colten and I in mind.

"Hey, girlie," Brittni hugs me quickly before pulling away. There's something off about her, though. She keeps looking towards something or someone; jittery.

"Hey," I decide to ignore it. If it was something she wanted me to know, she'll tell me. "Did you by chance finish the Tanner homework?"

I was so caught up in my Literature essay that I totally forgot about the worksheet due in History. The worst class in history - get it? No? Okay.

"I've got you covered," she winks and pulls the worksheet out of her bag. What would I do with her?

"You're a life saver," I breathe out in relief, taking the sheet and putting it in my bag. "If you ever need homework just let me know."

Who am I kidding? Brittni asks for homework more now than ever before. Probably because of her relationship with Jackson. I'm actually quite surprised she had the history finished.

"You know I will," she smiles slightly, looking somewhere else again. I begin to get worried and turn to where she's looking at. Nothing. "Hey - I - I'll see you later."

She doesn't give me a chance to respond before she's walking in the opposite direction of where she's been looking.

Weird.

•••

I'm highly excited for lunch to finally roll around despite the fact that I just saw Colten in Spanish. I tried to get him to tell me why he wanted to meet, but he only smirked.

Damn that boy.

Adjusting the strap on my shoulder a bit more, I start heading in the opposite direction of everyone else. The traffic of all the students rushing to lunch becomes less and less as I make my way over to the south exit. This is where the library and Journalism classes are.

I bite my lip when I notice Colten leaning on the lockers.

I guess I see why he picked this spot at the time. Literally no one is down here. The library and journalism classrooms are all locked with the lights turned off. He's a smart thinker despite his stupid statements at time.

"Hey, baby," he smirks, immediately grabbing my wrist and pushing me up against the wall, my chest pressed against his. "I've been craving you and this sexy uniform all day."

He's referring to the stupid cheer outfit with too short of a skirt. I blame that on myself, though. They didn't have the correct size for me and they were either way to big or small. Unfortunately, I got stuck with a 'too small' of one.

"Colten..." I whisper as he dips his head to the crook of my neck. I shouldn't be letting this happen.

Says the girl who gave him a blow job the other day at school. Now you see why I hate my subconscious.

My hands fist Colten's jersey, tilting my head to the side so he has more access to my neck. I can't stop him, his lips are just too alluring.

"Uh..." I moan out as he sucks exceptionally hard on a certain area of skin that has my knees giving out underneath me. If it wasn't for Colten's hand on my waist and another behind my head, I'd probably be on the floor right now.

"This skirt has been driving me crazy all day," he growls against my skin, sliding his hand along the seam. I try to ignore how increasingly wet I'm becoming at his touch.

"Colten...we can't," I breathe, not for a chance believing my own statement. By the way Colten presses his hips against mine, I can tell he doesn't either.

"You don't seem too convincing," he says, picking his head up. His hazel eyes are now darker than usual, symbolizing just how hungry he is. "Maybe it's because you know just how wet I'm making you right now, huh, Nik?"

I bite my lip in attempt to keep my loud moan at bay as Colten runs his finger over my covered core.

"That's what I thought," he smirks, pressing his lips to mine, swallowing my whimpers and moans.

As he moves my panties aside and slides his finger down my soaking slīt, he bites down on my bottom lip making me feel more sensations.

Colten's tongue slides into my mouth, distracting me for a moment until the fullness of his finger is felt. I arch my back towards him, already too far into this to stop.

"I knew it," he rasps, thrusting his finger in and out of me while swallowing my moans of pleasure.

I feel dirty doing this no matter the depth of the secluded area. This is school, but I can't even deny the excruciating need for him.

"Is this okay?" He asks even though he knows I love it.

"Yes," I manage to choke out. It doesn't take long for me to come undone atop his finger. And when he pulls out, he sucks on his index finger, a hooded expression crossing his face.

I stare in awe at the erotic sight in front of me.

"We should probably get you something to eat," he smirks, helping me adjust my skirt.

"Yeah," I breathe, still reeling. I follow Colten down to the end of the hallway, where we get ready to turn towards the cafeteria. "You're going to wash your hands, right?"

"No," he says nonchalantly, getting ready to walk away when I grab his arm, pulling him back. "What?"

"Go wash you're hands," I demand.

"Why?" He smirks.

"Because it's gross," I shiver in disgust.

He rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever you want, baby."

I sigh in content and wait for him to come out of the bathroom, waving his hands in the air.

"Would you like to smell to make sure I actually did?" He sarcastically asks making me laugh.

"I'm good," I giggle.

I peck Nikki's lips once more before heading into the cafeteria, going to my usual table.

I couldn't help myself, after seeing Nikki walk down in that super tight skirt, I needed to have her. The only time I could think of was before lunch and I'm glad I got to pleasure her before tonight. Lord knows I want to be inside of her after the party. Or before. Or both.

It's different when pleasing Nikki, I usually fuck girls to get something out of it, I never just let them feel bliss. Other than Mack, but that's besides the point. Fulfilling Nikki does the same to myself, even if it is just fingering her.

"Hey," Jackson nods at me. "Where were you?"

"You know," I smirk. "The usual."

"Fuck, bro," Jackson smirks. "With who?"

I try to think of a name that will not tip off the girl I messed around with is actually his little sister.

"Don't remember," I answer. That's believable for me, right?"

"Same old, Colten," Jackson shakes his head. "You hear that, James?"

"I do," James nods, biting into his burger. "And I must say, you are one bastard."

Those words make me cringe. I wish I wasn't known as that guy.

"You're stupid-"

"Excuse me?" A high-pitched voice plans through the speakers. "Ahem - shut up!"

We all cover our ears as the squeaking of the microphone almost makes us go deaf. I look up once again to see Angelique on top of the stage, a smirk on her face.

"I hope you guys don't mind," she speaks. "But I wanted to entertain you all with a little show."

For a second, I'm confused, but when she looks directly at me and her smirk widens; I know to expect the worst.

"Hey, baby." My head nearly falls off when I hear my voice. Not to mention my face. I don't think anyone knows it's Nikki that I push up against the wall. "I've been craving you and this sexy uniform all day."

"Colten..." She whispers barely audible so I doubt anyone knows it her...yet.

You can't see much from the way it was recorded so far away, but I know that this is where Nikki grips my jersey, and I begin to pepper kisses on her neck.

I'm dead. I'm so dead and I'm not trying to even run away. Maybe if I stay here, they'll never know.

"Uh..." She moans, but everyone is looking at the screen with a confused expression.

"This skirt has been driving me crazy all day," I growled. I cringe when my hand slides down her sides and towards her skirt.

"Colten...we can't." That's it. I'm dead.

I can see Jackson clench his fists, probably knowing its Nikki, but hoping to god it isn't. I wish it wasn't. I should run.

"You don't seem too convincing. Maybe it's because you know just how wet I'm making you right now, huh, Nik?"

That's all it takes for Jackson to jump out of his seat, the chair screeching across the ground in the most horrific sound you'll ever hear.

With my eyes wide, I slowly stand up as well, the video stopping. I feel the eyes of our peers on us, enjoying the lunch time soap opera.

"Jackson..." I start out, my voice deep with emotion. "Let me explain."

"Tell me that's not what it looks like!" He booms, making me wince.

I'm dead. I'm so dead. Oh fuck it! I've been dead.

"Just let-"

"Fucking tell me, Colten!" He shouts. I've never once in my life have seen Jackson as angry as he is now. The veins in his neck that pop out along with the redness in his face is a clear give away. Not to mention the way his muscles bulge out as he clenches his fists and jaw.

"I'm sorry," I say defeated, before I can try to defend myself, a full force fist is slamming against my jaw.

I deserve this.

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